This is a long one, so take your time. And if it reads like an old man's wet dream, well, there's a good reason for that.

*****
"Hey, Daddy, don't forget you have to be home this weekend for my birthday." Tiffany looked very serious. And she almost never called me "Daddy," she was more likely to use my name. She was putting me on notice.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll be here. I cleared my calendar a long time ago." Being a successful businessman has plenty of advantages, but copious free time isn't one of them.

"You better." She smiled, but there was no doubt that I'd suffer if I missed her sixteenth birthday.

My wife Lindsey chimed in, "Don't worry, it's going to be a small party, just the Three Musketeers." That was the name we'd given Tiff and her two best friends, Hannah and Courtney, back when they were little girls. They'd been inseparable since they were in kindergarten, and never really seemed to want to add anyone else to their band.

"Okay, sounds good to me. The usual pool and pizza, I suppose."

"No, Daddy, remember, you have to take us all out to a fancy restaurant." Tiff was pouting a little bit. I laughed at her, which just made her pout more.

"Just teasing you, honey, the reservations are all made, don't worry."

"Okay, you just better not come up with one of those 'something came up at work' stories." Tiffany flounced out of the room, and Lindsey laughed at me.

"She's got you on this one, if you try to get out of it she'll probably kill you." Lindsey knew that I really wasn't all that crazy about teenage girl parties and would generally try to get out of being around for them it I could, but she was right this time - I was stuck, like it or not.

I looked at Lindsey as she puttered around the kitchen. She was twenty years younger than me, and now, at thirty-seven, was still plenty hot. She'd come into my life as a nineteen-year-old college intern just after my company had really taken off. Some day I'll put down the whole story, but the short version is that we were in bed together within a couple of weeks, and married less than a year later. I won't try to feed you any bullshit about how it was a match made in heaven, but we both got what we were after. Lindsey got a guy with lots of money, and I got plenty of sex with a hot young chick.

It didn't take long for Lindsey to get pregnant once we were married, and Tiffany was the result. I didn't know if Lindsey had decided that having a baby was the best way to make sure that she didn't lose her bankroll, and didn't really care, as long as the sex didn't stop. And it didn't. If anything, being pregnant just made Lindsey hornier, and we fucked like minks the entire time. Something about having her hormones messed up seems to get Lindsey going - she loves to fuck when she's on her period, too.

At any rate, the partnership has worked well for almost twenty years now. There's plenty of money, so Lindsey gets anything she wants, I still get plenty of rolls with a younger woman, even if she's not as young as she was before, and neither one of is the jealous type, so if one of us strays occasionally (and we both do) the other isn't going to bitch about it.

Tiffany never seemed to think the big age difference between her parents was anything strange. I couldn't remember her ever mentioning anything about it. These days, of course, I didn't see much of her. She was the typical teenage girl, always either hanging out with her friends, or in her room texting with them. Like most fathers, I was too busy with work to do much with my daughter, and left the parenting up to Lindsey. These days most parenting of teenagers gets done by the Internet anyway.

*****
The girls had decided to make it a weekend-long affair. Tiffany's birthday was on Saturday, which was when we were going to dinner. The other two were coming over on Friday and doing the pool-and-pizza thing that night, followed by a shopping trip to the mall with Lindsey on Saturday before the big fancy dinner. That would at least get them out of my hair during the day so I could relax a little. They were sleeping over on Saturday, too, and I had no idea what was planned for Sunday, and frankly couldn't have cared less.

Hannah and Courtney were there by the time I got home from work on Friday, I could hear the noise from the pool when I walked in. Lindsey greeted me with a hug, a kiss, and a shot of The Glenlivet. She knows me well, and takes care of me, even if our marriage isn't based on undying love.

"So, are we going to have actual food for dinner, or are we just going to steal some of the girls' pizza?"

Lindsey gave me a snarky grin. "I really didn't see any reason to wear myself out in the kitchen when we have food coming anyway." I laughed. She knew I was kidding, I love pizza. "I already ordered, it should be here any time."

I glanced out at the pool, saw the three girls splashing each other. They're an odd lot when it comes to looks and personality. If they met now, they probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with each other. Tiffany takes after her mother, not too tall, about 5'3", with blonde hair, a slim build. Nothing spectacular in the body department, just nice and tight all around, but with a beautiful heart-shaped face that can melt a man. (Damn, man, are you talking about your wife or your daughter? Either one, Tiff's basically a dead-ringer for her mother when she was younger.) Smart, but not brilliant. Hannah's kind of the nerd of the bunch, she's the brainy one, and isn't exactly a knock-out when it comes to looks, either. Not really chubby, but a little more round than the others, with a face that's more cute than stunning. Dirty blonde hair, no makeup, the kind of glasses that people my age associate with Buddy Holly. You know the type. Then there's Courtney. You know that type, too. You wonder if there's anything behind those bright blue eyes. Then you look at the rest of the package and realize that it doesn't matter. She's the supermodel type, slim body but with big, firm tits, long legs, pouty lips, hair that's somewhere between blonde and brunette with highlights that seem to keep changing color. Courtney's the one who leaves the men trailing after her with their mouths hanging open, panting. Yeah, I'm no different. She might be jailbait, but there's no law against looking. At least not yet. And the bikini she had on pretty much screamed, "Look at how hot I am!"

I dragged my attention back to my drink, finished it off pretty quickly. It had been one of those days at work, and I was trying to ignore the stirring in my pants. I've never been one to turn down some young stuff, my wife was barely over the legal age when I hooked up with her, remember. Lindsey poured me another shot, and fetched herself a glass of wine. We watched the news, depressing as usual, until the pizza showed up.

The girls bounced in just long enough to grab pizza, then headed back outside. "Bounced" was definitely the right word, especially in the case of Courtney's tits, which didn't do a thing for the condition of my cock. The cut of the girls' bikinis, not covering much but their nipples and slits, wasn't helping much, either. Lindsey gave me one of her sly looks as the girls piled back out the door. I knew they'd be back in the pool as soon as they were done eating. They never seemed to get tired of the water, even though it wasn't like it was a novelty for them. All three families had good-sized pools, so they could spend as much time swimming and giggling as they wanted. Oh well, I gave up trying to understand teenage girls back when I was a teenage boy.

Lindsey and I decided to watch a movie after we finished eating, then headed upstairs for bed early. The girls were still going, probably would be most of the night. I looked out the window, down at the pool, watched the girls frolicking. I felt Lindsey behind me, her arms slipping around my waist, her hands unfastening my belt.

"Well, I can see you like the view." She giggled as her hand wrapped around my stiff cock.

"Oh, like you wouldn't be staring if it was a bunch of teenage boys out there half naked." We both laughed. Actually, Lindsey was probably having just as much fun watching the girls as I was. I knew she didn't mind a little girl-on-girl action now and then. "You don't need to play with it, it's ready to go. Get around here so I can do something with it."

Lindsey giggled again as she moved around in front of me, facing the window so she could keep watching the girls at play. She was wearing a short nightgown with no panties underneath, and she moaned as pushed the nightie up around her waist and rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Then she surprised me.

"Put it in my ass." I couldn't remember Lindsey asking for it there. Not that she had any problem with anal sex, but she'd never been the one to bring it up. I wasn't about to start asking questions. I moved my cock up from her pussy lips to her anus, wiggled it a little, then shoved it in, all the way.

"Fuck yeah! Pound it!" Lindsey shoved back against me, and I could tell that she was rubbing her clit and finger-fucking herself while I reamed her. Her head was up, staring out the window at the girls in the pool, and I could almost hear her licking her lips. I was watching the girls, too, and had a sudden vision of Courtney's tongue replacing my wife's own finger on her pussy lips while I fucked her ass. I wondered if that was what Lindsey was thinking about, if that was why she'd wanted it there. A couple of minutes later the vision reversed, and I imagined that my cock was slamming into Courtney's ass while Lindsey ate her. I've never lacked for imagination when it comes to sex.

About that time Lindsey started to gasp and moan. She shuddered, and I rammed my cock up her ass as far as it would go, feeling her ass squeeze me, and my cum exploded out, washing through her bowels. I closed my eyes, and Lindsey was replaced in my mind by Courtney, then to my surprise by mousy little Hannah. Then, just as I finished cumming, by Tiffany. That gave me a chill.

***
It was about 2:00 in the morning when I woke up and had to piss. After I finished, I heard giggling out by the pool and took a quick peek out. The girls were still there, but their bikinis weren't. All three were naked, and they were playing slap-and-tickle with each other. Nothing really sexual, but it didn't need to be. I was hard again almost immediately, and started stroking my cock while I looked at the three bare teenagers. I spent most of my time staring at Courtney while a jerked off, but I had a few looks at Hannah and Tiffany, too. This time the fact that one of the girls was my daughter didn't really even register. I was just having fun looking at naked young things. I beat my meat until I shot my load, then cleaned up and went back to bed.

***
On Saturday I fixed breakfast for everybody, then Lindsey headed off to the mall with the girls. They were going to spend just about the whole day there. Lindsey liked shopping as much as any teenager, and was even faster at spending my money. That was fine with me, just part of the price you pay for having a much younger, much hotter wife. Not to mention the fact that it got her out of my hair for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my wife, and my daughter for that matter. But I've always been a guy who needs to have some time to myself, and between the job and the family I don't get much of that. So I'll take whatever chances I get. And that Saturday I had the whole day. I spent it just relaxing, catching up on some science fiction reading and watching a couple of programs I'd recorded when I was working late. It was a good day.

Tiffany's birthday dinner was good, too. We had reservations for 7:00, showed up a little early so I could have a drink before. Lindsey and I had wine with dinner, the girls had kiddie drinks. It was one of the best restaurants in town, the kind where you plan on spending a couple of hours and plenty of money. We went all out, appetizers, soup, and salad to start, with desert and coffee after, along with a cognac for me.

By the time we got back home all of the women were pretty well worn out. The long, heavy dinner on top of running around at the mall all day had done them in. Lindsey gave me a kiss and headed for bed, while the girls all trouped off to Tiffany's bedroom. No flouncing around in the pool tonight. I was actually a little disappointed, especially since I wasn't really tired. The drinks with dinner had me wired instead, so I headed to my study. If I couldn't see naked teenagers running around the pool I'd have to be content with naked pretend teenagers doing disgusting things on screen.

My dick was in my hand and my eyes pasted the monitor when the door to the study opened. I almost hurt myself trying to shove my hard rod back into my pants while I glanced up and saw Hannah walk in, wearing just a t-shirt and, I hoped, panties. She actually giggled at me.

"It's okay, I saw it last night." The grin on her face was somewhere between bemused little girl and evil witch-woman.

"Wha? You saw... Huh?" Real smooth, dude, way to take control of the situation.

"While we were in the pool. I saw you watching us and doing it with your wife. And then I saw you later, when we were all naked, jerking off while you watched us." Fucking shit, I could be in real trouble now. Did any of the other girls see me, too? Damn.

"Uh, exactly what did you see?" Get your shit together, asshole.

"I told you." The look on her face was definitely scheming bitch now. "But I didn't get a real good look. And you were watching Courtney, weren't you, not me?"

"Yeah, I was." No reason to lie, and I wouldn't have been able to come up with anything anyway. Hell, I could barely talk. And I never had gotten my dick all the way back into my pants.

"I know, the guys always look at Courtney. And she doesn't even like guys." There was some bitterness there.

"You mean she's a lesbian?" I was startled. Guys never really think of the hot girls as lesbians, except in their fantasies. We always assume that in real life the lesbians are the butch dykes that men wouldn't want anyway.

"I guess. She never does anything with guys, and I know she does with girls. She's doing it with Tiffany now, that's why I came out, so they could be alone.

Now I couldn't breathe, let alone talk. No father wants to think about his daughter being a lezzie. And, at the same time, my imagination was running wild, visions of what Tiffany and Courtney were doing flashing through my mind, while my cock started hardening again. Have I mentioned that I'm a dirty old man?

"Anyway, I thought I could get a better look at it." She was walking toward me as she talked, and there was no way I could hide myself from her. "I've never seen one for real before."

I looked up at her. Her eyes were big, staring at my cock, which was hardening by the second. She had her mouth open slightly, and her tongue was running over her lower lip. Mousy little nerd or not, at that moment Hannah was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I managed to stand up without tripping over my own feet.

I jerked as I felt her fingers brush over my cock. I looked down, watched the fingers curl around me, looked back up at her face. She was a wild animal looking for prey. Her eyes were on what she was doing with my cock. I still hadn't regained the power of speech, so I just acted without asking first. I slipped a hand up between her legs, under her t-shirt, and pressed my fingers against her crotch. Her panties were wet. Hannah didn't say a thing, just kept staring at my cock as she stroked it, but she moved her legs apart. That was all the invitation I needed. I moved my hand inside her panties, curled my middle finger up into her tight little pussy, began finger-fucking her in rhythm with her jerking me off. She moaned, twitched a little, but never stopped. She moved her hips against my hand, thrusting out to take my finger as deep into her as she could. I twisted my fingers in her hair, brought her face to mine, and kissed her. She tasted sweet, and our tongues danced. I was pretty sure she'd kissed before, her tongue moved in my mouth like something alive and needy, but I didn't know what else she might have done. I decided to take another chance. Hell, at this point I was probably fucked anyway, and not the good kind. I broke off the kiss, whispered in her ear.

"I want you to suck my cock." She didn't even hesitate. She pushed me back onto my chair, bent over my lap, and her lips wrapped around the head of my dick. This had to be her first time at this, she said she'd never seen a real live dick before. She wasn't bad, though. A little sloppy, but she was getting plenty of my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, and moving her tongue around it, too. I knew I wasn't going to last very long like this, so I reached my hand down, slipped it into her her panties from behind, searched until I found her clit, started rubbing it. I wanted her to get something out of this, too. She purred around my cock, let a little more slip into her mouth, it was almost back to her throat now.

I could feel my balls starting to churn, took Hannah's clit between my thumb and finger, rolled it, pinched a little bit. Her body jerked, stiffened, then shuddered. Her mouth reflexively opened wider, my cock slipped back to the base of her throat, and the first shot of my cum poured into her. She gulped it as the next shot pumped down her throat. I could feel her gagging, choking a little, and she was still cumming herself. Her body didn't let up until I'd shot my entire load down into her stomach. Then she relaxed, and I let go of her clit. She looked up at me, and her face was absolutely radiant.

"Can you do it again? I want you to put it in me."

"Are you sure? It'll hurt." Yeah, that's the best you can do? Nothing about how wrong it is, just that it'll hurt. Damn, you're in great shape. I did have one more. "I don't have any condoms." Lindsey had her tubes tied after Tiffany was born, so I hadn't had to worry about that in a long time.

"I don't care. I want you to fuck me." Hannah looked like a little girl pouting to get what she wanted. Come to think of it, that's exactly what she was. And I was just enough of an old fool that it was going to work.

Hannah pulled off her t-shirt and snaked out of her panties. I watched while I peeled off my own clothes. I'd seen her body before, of course, when the girls were bouncing around the pool in the altogether, but this was close up and there was nobody else there to distract me. She actually wasn't bad. Like I said earlier, a little rounder than some guys like, but the curves were there in all the right places. Her tits weren't very big, but they were nice little cones, that looked just right for sucking on. It looked like she trimmed her pussy. Definitely not shaved, it's hard to tell with girls that age, some of them just don't have much hair there yet.

I pulled her close, kissed her again, giving our bodies a chance to rub against each other. I let my hands roam over Hannah's skin, along her sides and back, down to her ass. My cock was pressing limply against her belly, and she moved her hand to it, started to stroke again. I kissed her throat, sucked on her earlobe, was rewarded with soft, purring moans.

There was no couch in the study, it was a pretty small room, so I positioned Hannah on my chair, with her ass on the edge of the seat, her shoulders leaning up against the back. I bent over her, took one of her tits into my mouth, sucked it, let my tongue roll over her nipple. I slid down, letting my fingers and tongue brush over her belly, down between her legs. I spread her open, slid my tongue up and down her slit, a couple of times, let it poke into her pussy. Damn, she tasted sweet. I hadn't been with a young girl in a long time, and I realized that I'd missed it. She was wriggling on the chair, letting out soft moans and occasional gasps, but she didn't let me keep that up long. Her hands grabbed my head, lifted it up.

"That's enough. I want your cock in me. Now!" That was fine with me. It was plenty hard again, and I was ready. I moved up, positioned myself at the opening of her pussy, let the head slip between her lips. "Yessss! Please fuck me!"

I swear I could feel her pussy pulsing, reaching out to try to suck my cock in. I looked down at her, wanting to make sure she was really ready for this. She looked like she was going to cry if I didn't get on with it. I rammed into her, felt her cherry rip. I didn't stop until my hips banged against her pelvis. Hannah whimpered, her head and shoulders jerked up away from the chair. I've been with enough virgins to know that they all react differently to being deflowered, and to the pain.

"God, I want it so bad!" That told me all I needed to know. I started pumping my cock in and out of the little teenager, hard and fast. I wasn't trying to make it painful, but it was obvious that what Hannah wanted was a good hard fucking, not gentle love-making.

Hannah's pussy was tight and wet, and gripped me like she never wanted to let go. Her hips were matching me thrust for thrust. She was moaning and gasping, occasionally mumbling something under her breath like "God yes!" or "Fuck me!" I really hoped that Tiffany and Courtney were as occupied as Hannah said they were. It wouldn't do to have them hear something and poke their heads in the door. Which of course I hadn't thought to lock. I didn't have to worry about Lindsey. She was out, and once she was asleep nothing was going to wake her up until morning.

I paid as much attention to the rest of Hannah's body as I could while I was pumping her cunt. I squeezed her tits, sucked on them, raked my teeth over her nipples. I kissed her throat, and bit at it lightly, then did the same to her shoulders. It was tough, though, because she was seriously the best fuck I'd had in a long time, and it was hard concentrating on anything other than what my cock was feeling. I'd always gone for younger women, that's how I wound up with Lindsey after all. And for a long time I thought that as I got older, "younger" would move along with my age, and Lindsey would always be young enough. Silly boy. One horny teenager had taken care of that idea.

Hannah was writhing under me now, her breath was getting ragged. Shit, she was going to cum the first time she got fucked. That was pretty unusual, at least in my experience. Her legs looped around my hips, pulling me closer against her. Damn, I'd been planning to pull out and come on her belly. I really didn't need a pregnant underage girl following me around. That obviously wasn't going to work.

"God, it feels so good! Mmmmm, yes, fuck me!" She was staring into my eyes, holding my shoulders with her hands. "Oh fuck oh fuck! Uh uh uh uh uh!" Her back arched, her legs pulling me even tighter. Her nails dug into my shoulders. My cock was trapped inside her as her pussy began spasming around it. I couldn't take any more, and my cum exploded out into her cunt, one shot after another. She thrashed even harder when I came inside her, biting her lower lip, clinging to me like a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean. I was grunting, she was mewling like a kitten.

Then it was over and we were slumped on the chair together, holding each other. She just relaxed for a couple of minutes, and I let her, needing a little of the same myself. She was the one who broke the silence.

"God, I've wanted you to do that since I was a little girl. And it was just as good as I thought it would be."

"I thought it was pretty great, too, baby. But, just how little a girl?" I was curious, since she'd never given any indication that she had a crush on me.

"I was about ten when I started thinking about it." Oh, shit. "I always wanted you to be my first, my lover. Of course, I didn't have to try very hard not to give it to anybody else." The bitterness was back. "But now I've got you, and it feels so wonderful."

I wanted to get rid of that line of conversation right away. "Look, honey, we better both get back to bed. We don't want my wife to wake up or Tiff and Courtney to get done and somebody start wondering where we are."

"Yeah, I guess." She was pouting again. Have to watch that, it makes her look very sexy. Can't let it go to my head. I gave her a long, deep kiss.

"Get back to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Along with my wife and daughter, which ought to make for an interesting day.

*****
I made breakfast on Sunday morning, that's part of our usual routine. It might have been just my imagination, but it seemed to me that Tiffany kept looking at me and Hannah funny, like she was suspicious. But then I thought she was sneaking some furtive looks at Courtney, too, so maybe she was afraid that Hannah had told me about the two of them. Which, of course, she had. I was on edge through the whole meal, but nothing happened.

When we were done eating, Lindsey headed off for a meeting, some group of women in the neighborhood, I never was too sure exactly what it is they do. The girls were in the game room, shooting pool or playing darts or something. I drifted back to my study. I thought about actually doing some work, but decided it was time I had an entire weekend off and curled up with a book. I'd been reading for about half an hour when the door opened. It was Hannah, of course.

"Hey, what's up? You know we can't do anything right now." I shocked myself with how casual I was, how comfortable I felt with this teenager.

"Yeah, I know. But Tiffany and Courtney wanted to be alone for a while and I didn't know what else to do. I got to see them last night, they were still fucking when I got back to the bedroom." She had a funny expression on her face.

"What did you see them doing? Did it turn you on?" I almost felt guilty about asking things like that. Almost.

"Uh, Courtney was, uh, licking Tiffany. Like you did to me last night. And yeah, it turned me on. I rubbed myself while I was watching." She was blushing.

"Did you want to join in?" Why the hell was I giving her the third degree about this?

"No. I wished you were there fucking me while we watched together." She was still red, but smiled sweetly. I realized that her answer was important to me. And that was not a good thing.

"Want to go watch something on TV while the girls are busy?" She nodded. I put away the book and we went to the living room to find something to watch. We made very sure that we were sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

*****
The rest of the day was pretty much a blank for me. The girls headed out together a little bit later, Lindsey got back from her meeting, and the two of us spent the rest of the day watching TV, reading, just lazy Sunday stuff. That evening I had a chance to think while Lindsey took one of her long, relaxing baths.

What I was thinking about was young girls. Not Hannah in particular, although I spent some time on her, of course, but young girls in general. I'd always liked the young stuff. Even when I was eighteen my girlfriends were fourteen year old junior high girls. As I got older, my definition of "young stuff" got pushed upward a little, but I never gave up wanting women plenty younger than I was. That's how I wound up with a wife twenty years younger.

And for a long time, I though Lindsey would be enough. Well, along with the occasional early twenties appetizer, of course, neither one of us was going to give that up. But she was plenty young compared to me, even now, and I figured that would take care of me. But something had happened lately. I'd started looking at younger women again. Watching my daughter and her two friends cavorting naked around the pool had been enough to get me thoroughly hooked. Fucking Hannah was enough to push me completely over the edge to dirty old man. I realized that I wanted her, wanted to be with her. Not just fuck her once in a while, but be with her all the time. Maybe teach her to share with me.

But there was something else, too. When Hannah told me she'd started thinking about me sexually when she was about ten years old it sent a jolt through me like I hadn't felt in years. The youngest girl I'd ever had, back when I was in college, was thirteen, a buddy's younger sister. But I'd looked at younger girls, wanted them, I just never had a chance to do anything about it. Now those thoughts were back, and I was going to have to decide what to do about them.

*****
I didn't have to think about it for the next couple of weeks. My weekdays were always pretty full anyway, I couldn't remember the last time I'd worked only an eight-hour day, and the weekend after Tiffany's party I had to work, too, big project that couldn't wait. And my nights were full with Lindsey. For some reason she was even hornier than usual, and wanted to fuck almost constantly when I was home. I wondered if she was suspicious, but that was silly. She knew I'd been staring at the girls in their bikinis, so had she, and we'd fucked while we watched them. She didn't know I'd seen them later naked, but that wouldn't have mattered to her. I finally decided she was just horny.

*****
The weekend two weeks after the party, Lindsey and Tiffany went away for a weekend at the beach. Leaving Friday night, coming home Sunday night. Actually it would probably be more shopping than beach time, but I didn't really care. It meant that I'd be home alone for the weekend, and would be able to see Hannah. I thought about how I could get ahold of her to let her know, but I didn't need to bother. Of course Tiffany had told her that she was going way with her mother for the weekend. I got a call from Hannah almost before Lindsey's car was out of the driveway.

"Can I come over?" She was almost whispering. I didn't know if it was because she was nervous, or if she was trying to not let anybody hear.

"Yeah, as long as your parents don't get suspicious. Want me to pick you up?"

"No, I'll walk. Don't want anybody seeing you here when Tiffany's not home. And my parents never get suspicious. They know I'm a good girl." I could almost hear the smile.

Several minutes later Hannah walked in the door, flung herself into my arms, and started rubbing her body against me while she pawed at my crotch. I took her by the shoulders and pushed her back a little.

"Hey, relax. We don't have to be in a hurry this time, there's nobody else here, remember?" She giggled.

"I know, but it's been like two weeks and I want you so bad!"

"And you're gonna get me, don't worry. But this time we can take it slow." I took her by the hand, led her to my bedroom. Well, our bedroom, Lindsey's and mine. In all the years we'd been together, I'd never had another woman in our bed. Unless Lindsey was there, too, of course. Things were changing.

I stood Hannah next to the bed and slowly peeled off her clothes. She was wearing the usual Summer stuff, t-shirt and shorts. Not skimpy stuff, it was baggy and didn't show off her body. That just made it more fun for me to strip everything off and expose what was underneath. As I undressed her, I let my fingertips skim over her lightly, barely brushing her skin. I could feel the tension in her, could tell that she wanted me to grab her and fuck her. But she didn't move, except for a slight trembling when I touched her, and she didn't say anything.

T-shirt, up and over her head. Her bra was white, plain, old-fashioned. About what I expected from her. I ran my fingers over her shoulders, down her arms, then moved them to her belly and down to the waistband of her shorts. Unbuttoned, unzipped, let them slide down to the floor over her legs. My fingers touched her hips, her belly. I slipped my arms around her to unhook her bra, and that pulled her against me. I could smell her hair, hear her breathing. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her as the bra fell away, let my fingers flick across her nipples. My hands moved to her hips, my thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties, and I pulled away from the kiss as I bent down to slide her underwear down her legs. I kissed her belly, getting a small gasp from her. I said softly, "Now you undress me."

She looked at me for a few seconds before she started, sucking on her lower lip, taking a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. She looked like she was trying to keep herself from just tearing my clothes off. Finally she reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt, pulled it down off my shoulders. The touch of her fingers on my skin made me tremble. I couldn't remember the last time a woman had made me feel this way. Hannah unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, took pants and boxers down at one time, bending to slide them down the way I had with her panties. She was face-to-face with my cock, already hard as it could get. I didn't have to say anything this time. She opened her mouth, took it in. I took her head in my hands, pulled her face toward me and shoved out with my hips. She gagged a little as my cock drove back into her throat, but she didn't try to pull away. I was deeper down her throat than the first time, and this time it hadn't just happened, I was forcing my way down her throat. I'd have stopped if she gave me any indication she wanted me to, but since she didn't I just fucked her face. Her throat vibrated, like she was purring or humming around the head of my cock, and it was as incredible as any feeling I've ever had during sex. No way I was going to last very long this way, and I didn't. When I felt my cum starting to bubble up in my balls, I held Hannah's head tightly and shoved my cock as far into her throat as I could. My whole body jerked when my cum shot out down her throat. Like the other time, she gulped it down.

When I finished and pulled myself out of her mouth, I said, a little sheepishly, "Sorry, baby, I got carried away. It just feels so good when you suck me."

She grinned. "It's okay, I like it. Do you really like it when I suck your cock?" She still had some of the insecurity of being the smart, not so beautiful, girl in her group.

"Oh yeah. I love it. But now let's get you up on the bed."

"You going to lick me again?" Her eyes were twinkling.

"Uh huh, but this time not just your pussy."

She giggled. "I like it when you talk about my body like that."

"That's good, because I will. You've got a great body."

"You really think so?" She was chewing on her lip again.

"Yep. And now let's see what I can do with it."

I started at her forehead and moved down, slowly. I didn't touch her with my hands, only using my mouth - lips, tongue, teeth. I kissed, licked, once in a while gave her a little nip. From her forehead, down her nose to the tip, then along her cheeks. Soft kisses on her eyelids. Moved to one earlobe, took it in my mouth, sucked a little, then let my mouth glide down her neck, across her throat, up on the other side. At the other earlobe after sucking, I bit slightly and she gasped. By the time I reached her chest, her body was vibrating like a tuning fork. I wanted to take this all the way down, but wasn't sure if she'd last that long.

I ran my tongue over her chest above her tits, then down between them, around the base of each one. Starting with the left, I moved up, licking the underside until I reached her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, flicked my tongue over it, then raked my teeth across it.

"Ooohhh, fuck yeah!" It was a low moan, followed by Hannah's hands reaching behind my head and pulling me tighter against her chest. I opened my mouth, took in as much of her tit as I could, and sucked, hard. She whimpered. I managed to force my head up against the pull of her hands and moved to her other tit. This time when I got my teeth around her nipple I didn't just let them scrape across, I bit her. Not hard, but enough so she knew what I was doing.

"Yes!" Her body jerked. Her hands dragged my head away from her chest, started forcing it down. I got in a few licks across her belly as I went, but it was pretty obvious she wanted me between her legs. Since that's where I was headed eventually anyway, I didn't put up too much of a fight. When her hands put me in the right position, I pushed her legs apart, then pulled her pussy lips open with my fingers. I buried my face in her crotch, holding her open while I shoved my tongue as far into her as it would reach, then pulled back and tongue-fucked her for a few strokes. Then I licked up and down the length of her slit, flicking my tongue over her clit with each stroke.

"Mmmmm, god, yes!" She was getting close. I thought about biting her clit, but figured that might be taking things a little far. I didn't think I'd need to, anyway. "Uh uh uh! Fuck!" Hannah pulled my face against her slit the way she had with her tit. She spasmed, her legs clamped around my head, and her body writhed on the bed. I held on to her thighs and kept licking her until she relaxed her legs and pushed my face away. I looked up at her and she had the same radiant expression as the first time we'd fucked.

"Good?"

"Mmm, now I know why Tiff and Courtney are lezzies." She was grinning.

"Hey, watch that, I've got a cock that needs taking care of, ya know."

"You better. 'Cause that's what I really want. You to shove it in me, and fuck me, and cum in me."

That's exactly what I did. I climbed up on top of her, rammed my cock into her dripping pussy, and fucked her. But this time was different. Maybe it was just that we were alone in the house and could take as much time as we wanted. Maybe Hannah was just more comfortable about being with me. Or maybe the urgency of getting my cock in her was gone now, and she could relax more while we had sex. Whatever the reason, this time was slower, gentler. Hannah wrapped her arms around my back, her legs around my hips, like she was trying to enfold me, keep me as close to her as she could. We kissed deeply as I pumped into her, and I nuzzled and licked her throat.

Not that it was all soft and sweet. I'm not a particularly gentle lover under any circumstances, and I had the feeling that Hannah didn't really want me to be. I was still pounding it into her pretty hard. But we slowed down a few times, then picked up the pace again. We held each other like we never wanted to let go. And we looked into each other's eyes. I'm not sure what mine showed Hannah, but what I saw in hers made me feel warm inside. And scared to death. What I saw in her eyes was love.

"FUCK, I'm gonna cum! Please, cum inside me!" This time Hannah didn't have to worry about how much noise she made. And, no, I can't cum on cue. But I was ready, I'd been holding it for a bit, wanting Hannah to cum. I let myself go, pounding her as fast and deep as I could. Her hands clawed at my shoulders, her legs locked around my hips, as her body started to shake. I looked down at her. Her head was leaned back against the sheets, mouth open, eyes half closed, rocking back and forth. She jerked, I slammed into her all the way and felt my cum spurt out into her. She jerked again and again, making little growling noises back in throat, as I pumped shot after shot of cum into her tight little pussy. We finished pretty much together and lay there for a few seconds, me still on top of her, staring into each other's eyes again.

"God, it's so good when we fuck." She was glowing.

"It is, isn't it?" I rolled off onto my back. Hannah shifted so she was laying with her head on my shoulder. "But we need to talk about a couple of things."

She lifted her head, looked down at me. "Oh, god, you got what you want and you're going to dump me!" She looked stricken.

"Don't be silly, little girl. But if we're going to keep this up, we need to know what to expect from each other and how we're going to do things." She relaxed, but still looked a little scared. "And the first one's about me cumming inside you all the time."

"Oh, no, no condoms. I love feeling you shoot in me." The expression on her face said she didn't want any arguments. "And I'm not going on the pill. Too many bad things can happen." Oh shit. She'd already thought about all of this.

"Okay, but if you get pregnant you can't have the baby. You know that, right?"

I got one of those eye rolls that teenage girls are so good at. "I'm the smart one, remember. I know we can't have kids yet. If I get pregnant, we'll take care of it." I breathed a sigh of relief. Although the "yet" made me nervous all over again.

"Okay. Next, how do you feel about me being with other women?" This was probably dangerous territory, if she was infatuated with me as she seemed to be. But it was something she had to know about.

"Duh, you're married. So you'll probably at least have to do stuff with your wife. At least until I can get you to leave her and marry me." I must have looked as stupefied as I felt at that one, because she giggled at me. "Hey, you don't think I just want you for a sex toy? I know we can't really be together until I'm eighteen, but that's what I want. And then when I get pregnant I won't have to have an abortion." This was a different Hannah, confident, sure about what she wanted, and sure about me. She was looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I was still speechless. "Oh, don't worry about the other women. I figure you're not a one-woman man. I might not be a one-man woman, either. Maybe we can share sometimes." She stopped again, licked her lips nervously while I just lay there silent. I could see the confidence draining away, the insecurity coming back. "Oh, shit, that's not what you want. I'm so fucking stupid." She started to turn away.

I took her head in my hands, pulled her face down to mine. I kissed her, deeply and gently, letting our tongues dance together in her mouth, and pulled her body against mine. I had to do something until I regained the power of speech. Her body wriggled against me, she purred into my mouth. Finally I was ready to say something, and broke off the kiss.

"Don't worry, baby. You just startled me so much I didn't know what to say. I didn't think you'd want to move that fast. But that is what I want. Don't worry about that." No, I was the one who needed to worry. I was walking into this one with my eyes wide open, and my mind out to lunch.

"You sure?"

I nodded. "Very sure."

"All right, but don't you ever scare me like that again. Or else."

I smiled. "I won't. Promise. But there's one other thing we need to talk about. I like to get a little kinky." Well, there was an understatement.

"You mean besides shoving your cock down my throat all the way to my stomach and biting me?" She giggled again, the confidence coming back. The young are resilient. "Bet you want to put your cock in my ass, and like tie me up and spank me. That kind of kinky?" I must have had that stunned expression back on my face, she giggled at me again. "Hey, we've got the Internet now, everybody's seen shit like that by the time they're ten."

"Like you wanted to have sex with your friend's old man father when you were ten?" I hadn't forgotten about that one. I wasn't likely to. "Yeah, that kind of kinky. And other things, too." I didn't want to get too specific. Some of the things I liked to do might be a little scary to a sixteen-year-old girl.

"Mmmm, okay, I guess I'll just have to find out when you're ready to show me." Her hand went to my cock, which had risen again, apparently on its own accord. "Right now, it feels like you're ready for some more, and I want to get on top."

Hannah straddled my crotch on her knees, held my cock in her hand while she lowered herself. Once she got the head inside her, she just dropped down and started rocking back and forth on my cock, then bouncing up and down. She braced herself with her hands on my chest. I just let her go for a while.

"God, it really gets inside me this way." She was smiling, so that was obviously a good thing. After she'd been riding me for a few minutes I reached down and got a hand behind her ass. She leaned forward so she was almost laying on top of me, and I found her asshole with my finger. I slipped the tip inside.

"Just can't wait to get kinky, huh, old man?" Her tone was light, but the expression on her face was pure lust.

"Didn't think you'd mind." I shoved my finger in, getting almost all of it into her ass, then twisted it. Hannah shuddered, buried her face in my shoulder for a second, then propped herself up on me, looked into my eyes again.

"Can you get another finger in?" Not exactly the reaction I'd expected. I didn't answer, just wiggled another finger into her ass alongside the first. She groaned, and started rocking on my cock again, letting my fingers ream her ass while my cock pumped her pussy. I pulled her head down next to my mouth.

"Want more?" She just nodded. She was gasping by now, not in any condition to say anything. I forced a third finger into her shit chute, pumped them hard while I twisted. She was making noises now with every panting breath, and I realized that she was gasping out, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" over and over again. Suddenly her back arched, jerking her head up, her hair flying around her face. She dug her fingernails into my chest.

"Fuck, yes cumming! Shit!" I wasn't quite ready yet, I'd already shot twice and I'm not as young as I used to be. That didn't bother Hannah any. After she finished cumming, she kept wriggling on my cock and fingers, and even had another small orgasm herself before I dumped my load into her pussy. We just sort of collapsed together, both worn out, and lay there for a while before either one of us said anything. Hannah was the first this time.

"So, would you ever let me be with you and another guy? One in my pussy and one in my ass?" Shit, girl, I'm not only falling in love with you, you're turning out to be the kind of girl who's crazy enough to do what I like.

"Oh yeah, honey. Just one thing. No other guy cums in your pussy, only me. When you get pregnant I want to know it's mine." Not if. When.

"Mmm, yeah, don't worry. I only want your babies. Hey, can I spend the night?"

"No, doll, sorry, but I don't think we could come up with a good story for your parents. I'm not ready to go to jail yet."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." She was disappointed, pouting a little.

"Hey, we've got the whole day tomorrow."

We cuddled for a long time before I finally made her get up and go home. I fell asleep almost as soon as I got back to bed. She'd worn me out. I had just enough time to think that I hope to hell we get lucky and she doesn't get pregnant. Because if she does, I'm not sure either one of us will want to go through with an abortion.

*****
Saturday turned out to be a very strange day. Nice, but definitely odd.

Hannah showed up at my door at about 7:30 in the morning, which was more than a little earlier than I expected her. Not that I minded. She popped inside, gave me a quick hug and kiss.

"Do I smell coffee?" I had a look at her. She was wearing a tank top, and obviously nothing underneath, and a shorter pair of shorts than the day before. Much more daring dress than I'd seen her in. I'd thrown on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans when I heard the doorbell.

"Yep, can't live without it in the morning." It's true. I quit smoking years ago, never been a big drinker. Even in my younger days I was never into dope as much as most of my friends. But there are two things I could never give up - coffee and chocolate. Well, and sex, but that's different.

"Me too." That was good. Even though I'd known Hannah all her life, I had to admit that I didn't know much about her, what she liked and didn't, how she spent her time. All I really knew about her was related to sex. I guess I need to do something about that.

I led her to the kitchen, poured us both cups of coffee. "I was just going to make some breakfast. Hungry?"

"Yeah. Mom doesn't really cook much, so I get cereal or nothing in the morning. Hotcakes again?" That was what we'd had the weekend of Tiffany's birthday party.

"I was thinking more bacon and eggs, with hash browns." I had quite an appetite after getting all that exercise last night.

"Sounds good." Hannah was sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping her coffee and looking right at home. I was feeling pretty comfortable, too. I buzzed around the kitchen, getting everything ready. I'm pretty efficient when it comes to cooking. Everything was all set, and I fired up the cast-iron skillet for the bacon, threw the hash browns with onions into the big stainless steel saute pan. The eggs would go in the bacon grease after the bacon was finished.

Hannah and I chatted while I cooked, small talk stuff, her summer vacation, my work, the latest music releases. I was amazed. I've always hated that kind of chatter, but with her it just seemed to flow. We were like an old married couple who've been together for years, except that the excitement hadn't worn off yet. I couldn't ever remember having that combination of being so charged up and comfortable at the same time with a woman before. Even if I knew that the chances of it lasting more than a few months were pretty slim.

While we ate we read the morning paper. This was a lot more homey than I'd expected anything to get with Hannah, at least this early on. She'd talked about how she wanted to get me to leave Lindsey for her, maybe she was practicing for living together. That was almost reassuring, since I knew that a relationship can't only be about sex, but I wasn't so sure about Hannah.

When we finished breakfast, and another cup of coffee, she looked over at me, beaming the way she seemed to when we were together, and said, "So, now what?"

"Don't know. What do you think?"

"Mmmm, I can probably come up with something." She stood up, tongue flicking over her lips, and walked to my chair. Sat down in my lap, straddling me, grinding her pelvis on my crotch. We slipped our arms around each other, kissed. The kiss wasn't just passionate, it was hungry, like we wanted to devour each other. Her grinding had my cock rising fast, and I could tell that she was wet already. She rose up just a bit, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my jeans. I followed her lead, unfastened her shorts, but we couldn't do much about getting either one down in that position. Hannah stood up, I lifted my hips off the chair, and she jerked my jeans down around my knees. Back on the chair, I pushed her shorts down until they fell around her ankles, and she kicked them off, sat back down on me. Now her bare pussy was grinding on my hard cock. We kissed again, trying to consume each other.

I broke off the kiss, whispered, "Turn around."

She did the lip-biting thing again. "You want to fuck my ass, don't you?"

"Yeah. Turn around." It was the first time I'd ever been anything like forceful with her. I like that sometimes. I'm not a dom or anything, but sometimes it's nice to be in charge. Hannah grinned, stood, spun around, started to sit. I put a hand on her lower back to stop her for a second. "Spread your ass." She did. I held my cock, lined up the head with Hannah's asshole, wiggled a little so just the head popped inside. She grunted a little.

"You gonna put the whole thing in?" She'd had three of my fingers in there last night, but not nearly as deep as my cock would go. Still, I didn't think she was worried about it.

"Damn right." I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down onto my cock. She gasped, squealed, and moaned in quick succession as I impaled her, my whole cock driving into her anal canal. It had to hurt, but it didn't seem to bother her. She hadn't really reacted to whatever pain there was when I popped her cherry, either, so maybe she liked it. Once she had all of me inside she just sat there for a few seconds. Then she started moving up and down, using her legs for leverage, rising up almost enough to let me pop out of her, then dropping back down so I drove into her hard. I was grunting and groaning, her ass felt just as good as her pussy, and was even tighter.

I wrapped my arms around her body, pulled her back so she was leaning against me. She stopped bouncing on me, waiting to see what I was going to do. One of my hands went up under her tank top, started playing with her tits, the other dropped between her legs to rub her pussy. I shoved two fingers up inside her cunt, and she started moving again, taking my cock into her ass and my fingers into her pussy, like she'd done last night but with the locations reversed. She started with her, "Fuck fuck fuck," again.

I shoved a third finger into her tight little snatch, then a fourth. Every time I added one, Hannah moaned, and pumped even harder on my cock and fingers. I'd decided I should find out, a piece at a time, just how much of my perversions she could take. So far she'd passed all the tests.

I growled into her ear, "I'm gonna cum in your ass, slut." I pulled her all the way down onto me, thrust into her pussy with my fingers hard enough that my palm rammed past her lips and up inside her.

I don't know if it was the rough treatment or the dirty talk, or both, but Hannah almost screamed, "Yes, fuck yes, please!" and her body erupted into an orgasm just a second or so before my semen boiled out into her bowels. She thrashed against me like she was having a seizure. She didn't waste any time when were were finished, either. She jumped off me so suddenly that my hand and cock must have hurt her coming out of her holes. She flung herself on top of me again in one of those urgent kisses, practically tearing off my shirt and her tank top, mumbling things when her mouth wasn't plastered on mine.

"God it's so good!" There went the buttons of my shirt, there went her tongue into my mouth. "I was scared you wouldn't be rough with me!" My shirt hit the floor as she sucked on my tongue again. "I love you so much, but I thought maybe you'd think all the nasty things I want were too much." Her tank top flew off, and she slipped down, kneeling in front of the chair, and took my cock in her mouth. She obviously didn't care that it had just been in her ass. She was getting better at sucking cock, not an expert yet by any means, but learning fast. Her mouth was warm and wet around me, and I was getting hard again quickly. It was time for another step in finding out how kinky she was willing to get, although I was coming to the conclusion that I didn't need to worry.

"Put your finger in my ass while you suck me." Most women won't do it, even the ones who are bi and will play with another woman's ass. Lindsey would, it's one of the things that attracted me to her years ago. The words were barely out of my mouth before I felt Hannah's finger snaking into my rectum. Her fingers are kind of short, so it wouldn't go in a long way, but she shoved it in as far as it would go, then started finger-fucking my ass while she blew me. I was in heaven, but I was starting to have more worries. That we'd move too fast and burn out the relationship before it really had a chance to get going. Or that she'd kill me off even quicker than that.

After a couple of minutes I was rock-hard again. Hannah lifted her head up off my cock.

"Fuck me on the floor." She had a look on her face that was hard describe, but need was a big part of it.

"You sure, it's pretty hard?"

She grabbed my dick. "I know, that's the whole point." Giggles.

"Bitch!" I was grinning as I grabbed her wrists and basically threw her down on the tile floor. I took her knees, pulled them all the way up to her shoulders, pinned them there with my arms, and entered her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I tried to ram her right through the floor.

"God, fuck me fuck me fuck me, hard, make me cum!" The more we fucked, the more she talked during sex. More of the process of getting comfortable together, I suppose. She came fast and hard. I slowed down a little. I'd already shot one load, this one would take longer. After she had a chance to recover a little I picked it up again. She had another orgasm, not as intense this time, and I kept going at her hard, getting closer to my own climax. I moved my hands to her chest, took each of her nipples in my fingers, and pinched as hard as I could.

Hannah's eyes snapped open, stared into mine. "Hurt me!" It was a command. I dug my fingernails into her nipples, twisted them. "FUUUCK!!!" Hannah's cunt spasmed around my cock, milking it, as my cum pumped out into her. Her muscles jerked trying to make her body buck under me, but I had her pinned to the floor. She sucked in huge gasping breaths. After what seemed like five minutes she just slumped back onto the floor, too spent to move or talk. I looked down at her, wondering how much she'd let me hurt her. It was starting to look like I'd have plenty of time to find out.

**
The rest of Saturday went pretty much the same. Hannah and I shared domestic bliss for a while, then fucked like rabbits. Rinse and repeat. We watched a couple of movies, listened to some music. I was surprised to find out that our tastes were similar enough in both that neither one of us was going to go crazy being around each other. Oh, of course, I had to have my action flicks and she liked the romantic stuff, but tell me what relationship doesn't have to put up with that. We were both into horror/supernatural movies, indie rock, and fantasy novels. She was also a lot better versed on what was going on in the world than I expected, and a lot more willing to talk about it. I shouldn't have been surprised, she was the smart one, as she wasn't afraid to remind me.

The thing that I was really having trouble coming to grips with was how comfortable we both were with each other. We spent quite a bit of time during the day just sitting on the couch, both of us reading. Not really interacting, just being relaxed with the fact we were together. I'd only had one other relationship like that in my life It was back when I was in college, and it hadn't worked out very well. I wasn't going to let Hannah know about that.

The sex was intoxicating. We didn't try anything else new that day. I was still a little wary that we might burn things out by moving too fast. We did try some new locations, though, like the shower and the pool. It didn't matter, though. New or the same old thing, every time we touched each other it was like being caught in a thunderstorm. No matter what we did, it seemed to be right. I have enough experience with relationships to know that part of that was because we were in love, that makes everything right. And we were. I still wasn't convinced it would outlast the summer, but I was beyond caring. So far it was the best relationship, both emotionally and sexually, of my life, and I was just going to enjoy it while it lasted.

By the time Hannah left that night I was worn out. Let's face it, a teenage girl has more energy that an old guy pushing sixty. It was definitely worth it, though. She kissed me before she headed out the door.

"Can I come over tomorrow?" The lip biting thing again.

"Yeah, but you can't stay as long. Tiffany and her mom will be coming home."

"I know, I just want to spend as much time together as we can."

"Me, too, baby. We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Mmm, I guess. See you in the morning."

Another kiss and she was gone.

**
Sunday was another nice day. Very much like Saturday, actually, but even more relaxing. On Saturday Hannah and I were still learning that our relationship seemed to be part teenagers in love for the first time, part comfortable old married couple, and part sleazy kinky hook-up. By Sunday we both just accepted it, and had fun. It was a shorter day, though, and we didn't know when our next chance would be, so we spent a bigger portion of the time on sex.

And we did do one new thing, or I did. We'd been at it in bed for what seemed like hours, and it was going to have to be our last session, because I didn't know for sure when Lindsey and Tiffany would get home. I couldn't even get it up, that's how far it had gone. So I was eating Hannah, and finger-fucking her, just two inside her this time, to get her off one last time for the weekend. And this time I decided to do what I'd passed up on before. When I felt her getting close, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit it. Not as hard as I could, but maybe a little harder than I should have the first time.

Hannah's body went stiff, her back arching up off the bed so she was suspended head to heels. She froze there. And she screamed. Not with words, just a shrieking, animalistic scream that almost scared me with its intensity. Her body felt like it was humming with a current running through it. I was afraid I'd finally done too much. She collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed, body trembling, sucking in huge gasps of air like she'd been suffocating.

"Baby, are you okay? Honey?" I was actually scared that something was wrong. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"That was fucking awesome!" She stopped to take in a couple more breaths. "I love you, you know that, don't you?"

"I do. And I love you, too." I lay down next to her and we cuddled for a bit, knowing that she'd have to go soon. "Hey, we need to figure out how to be together when Tiffany and her mother aren't off at the beach. We've got to get around them and your parents."

"My parents won't be a problem. They know I'm a good girl who'd never do anything wrong. Besides, they're both always so busy with work and the things they cart my sister around to that they never know whether I'm home or not." That's right, Hannah had a younger sister. I'd only met her once or twice. Maybe ten, twelve, now. I sensed a little more of Hannah's bitterness. Sounded like little sister got the attention at home.

"Mmm, okay. I've still got to hide you from Lindsey, though. And don't Tiffany and Courtney expect you to hang out with them all the time?" That could be the biggest problem. Lindsey didn't care what I did with other women, and she got the same freedom from me. Although I wasn't sure what she do if the other woman was underage. But getting Hannah away from her clique might be a little tougher.

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