Unless she has absolute confidence that she can confide in you, you’ll be the last person to know, whether it’s good or bad, or in between.”
Marjorie nodded. “It’s true,” she sighed. “Julie used to tell me everything. Now she won’t tell me the time of day.”
Al relaxed. Marjorie was beginning to come around, and she’d work it out herself without any further prompting or badgering from him.
“Al, there’s one thing.” Marjorie blushed. “Am I, am I still as pretty as I was? I know I’m not as young as I was, but am I still pretty?”
Al patted her thigh. “Who’s got the gooiest cunt in town?”
Marjorie giggled and hugged him. “Me!” she declared with pride.
CHAPTER TWO
Marjorie turned the alarm clock off and stretched, feeling her body tingle. It had been a good session the night before, and she enjoyed the sensations inside her body. Her nipples stirred and thrust out against the thin material of her nightgown, making her feel just the slightest bit horny.
“Al, wake up, honey.”
“Yeah. Ohhhh.” Al stretched and sat up, reaching for a cigarette. He scratched his head and sidled at her, and Marjorie smiled back.
“That was fun last night.” She rubbed the mat of hair on his chest and leaned against his arm.
“Not now, baby. If we screw around, I’ll be next to useless at work.” He kissed her and slid out of bed, heading toward the bathroom.
Marjorie got up and put on her robe. She went to the door of Julie’s room and started to knock, but hesitated. She opened the door and peeked in.
Julie was still sound asleep, buried completely under the covers.
Marjorie tiptoed in and closed the door behind her. She crept to the bed and gently touched the blanket- covered form of her daughter.
“Julie? Time to wake up, honey.”
“Huuummffff.” Julie wriggled, but made no attempt to come out from under the blankets.
“Julie, wake up.” Marjorie gave her a firm shake and the teen-ager’s head popped out from under the blankets. She stared at her mother for a second and then slowly raised herself on her elbows, her hair falling forward over her forehead.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a small voice.
“There’s quite a bit wrong.”
Marjorie rubbed her hands together and sighed. “I don’t really know why, but for the past few months I’ve been a real bitch toward you. Last night your father climbed all over me about it and made me see what I was doing. Honey, I can’t take away the nasty things I’ve said, but I mean it when I say I’m very, very sorry.”
Julie smiled and Marjorie’s heart ached. Her daughter was so beautiful!
“It, it’s okay, Mom. I guess I was a little bit gross last night.” Julie blushed slightly.
Marjorie smiled lightly. “Did it feel good?”
Julie’s blush became deeper and then at last she nodded.
“Well, then, everything’s all right there!”
Julie threw herself out of bed and into her mother’s arms, crying with happiness. She hadn’t like the icy coldness and now, maybe, it was gone.
“It’s all right, honey,” Marjorie felt tears sting her eyes as she comforted her daughter.
“Okay, you two. I’m hungry. I don’t care who gets breakfast, but I’m not going to.” Al, already dressed except for his coat and tie, was standing in the door.
Julie looked at him and giggled. “You forgot to shave,” she said.
Al felt his chin and swore. “No wonder I got done so fast this morning! Damn!”
As he banged back into the bathroom, Marjorie and Julie laughed.
“Did you see the look on his face when he touched his chin?” Julie whooped with laughter.
Marjorie nodded, her face split with a big grin. Easing Julie off her lap, she stood up, but Julie wrapped her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly, her face pressed between Marjorie’s breasts.
“Ummm, you’re the nicest mom in the whole world!”
Marjorie hugged her back and then gently loosened her daughter’s arms.
After breakfast, Julie kissed her parents goodbye and banged out the front door, heading for the bus stop. She felt wonderful!
“Hi, Julie!” Shirley Parker, a girl her own age from around the coner, was already waiting at the bus stop.
Julie had never really felt close to Shirley, but today she was spilling over with good feelings.
“HI, Shirley! Beautiful, isn’t it?” Julie waved her arm at the soft spring weather, and Shirley had to agree.
“I hate snow. It’s so, yucky and cold, and you have to wear a hundred pounds of clothes, and you’re still cold.”
Shirley made a face and Julie laughed in agreement.
Shirley was slightly taller then Julie, and her body was rounder. Julie didn’t really have to wear a bra, but she did because her mother insisted. Shirley, on the other hand, needed a bra, not for support, but to hide the thick nipples at the ends of the twin cones jutting away from her chest. Her waist was slim and her hips were beginning to flare out, emphasizing the tight curves of her generous ass. Dressed in a light blouse and tight-fitting slacks, Shirley looked considerably older than her eighteen years.
Once on the bus, Julie and Shirley sat talking, discovering they had a great deal in common. They both liked the same subjects and Shirley confessed an interest in a boy Julie thought was neat.
“Oh, wow! You like Keith, too?” Julie gasped and then laughed. “I think he’s just about the best-looking guy around!”
Julie realized she felt uncomfortable, and she wiggled impatiently. Her stomach was all fluttery and her small tits ached slightly. With a shock she realized she felt the same way when she was playing with her pussy.
“You wanna hear somethin’ wild?” Julie whispered in Shirley’s ear.
“What?”
“I feel real funny, talking about Keith, I mean. I feel just the way I feel when I play with myself,” Julie blushed as she made the admission.
Shirley didn’t laugh, but nodded. “So do I,” she confessed. “Sometimes I’ll go to the toilet during lunch hour and play with myself until I come four or five times!”
Julie didn’t say anything, she was too surprised. She would never have the courage to do that!
Shirley looked around to be sure she wouldn’t be overheard. “I’ll tell you something else,” she whispered. “Miss White, you know, the English teacher, well, one day I saw her in the classroom. She was all a lone and all the blinds were drawn, but there was a little crack I peeked through. She had her underpants off and she was rubbing herself so hard I thought she’d rub it off!”
“Wow! Miss White? Gee, she’s so pretty. She’s got a boyfriend, too, I remember seeing him once after school.” Shirley shook her head in bewilderment. Adults were screwy!
The girls got off the bus and walked into the school yard. Laughing and chattering, the girls stood around the yard, waiting for the bell to ring. Julie noticed Miss White, dressed in a light dress that showed off her legs, hurrying though the yard, a large number of books and files clutched to her ample chest.
Shirley watched the English teacher until she was out of sight. It puzzled her that Miss White would play with herself. Turning, the teen-ager watched the car Miss White had arrived in moving away and she caught a brief glimpse of the driver, a man with a beard, dressed in work clothes.
Julie had Miss. White during the period immediately before lunch. When the bell rang the rest of the students hurried out to eat, but Julie hung back, looking at the teacher.
