odors. She just knew she loved men — every part of them.
Her father set his pipe and magazine on an end table. He caressed her silky hair and delighted in the feel of her rounded body and soft muscles.
'Remember when you were little,' her father said. 'You used to come running into the room and jump up on my lap and I'd read you stories. Do you remember?'
Angie nodded. 'I remember. You'd read and read and I'd fall asleep. Then mother would come to take me off to bed and I'd wake up and cry because I didn't want to go.'
'Those were the good old days.'
'I used to be so warm and comfortable on your lap.' She circled her arms about his neck and pushed her head onto his shoulder to one side of his chin.
They sat still, enjoying each other's presence. Her father said, 'Soon you'll be sitting on some young man's lap, just like this.' His tone expressed both joy and sadness.
Angie was quick to make use of the opening. 'I'm glad you noticed I'm growing up. When can I find out about sex? Everybody else at school gets to go to sex education classes and Mom won't let me go to them and she won't tell me about sex either.' She ended with an abused tone.
Her father looked at her with mild amusement.
Angie defended herself. 'I'm fourteen now. Old enough to know, don't you think?' She stared at him aggressively.
A gleam came into his eyes. He laughed. 'Fourteen is quite old enough. What do you want to know?'
Angie sat up, excited. She waved her hands out wide. 'Everything. How it's done. What it means…' She looked piercingly at her father. 'Especially what it means. And anything else you think I should know.' She looked at him, waiting expectantly.
He laughed at her enthusiasm and hugged her with one arm. 'Well, let's see. Where to begin? Let's start with something easy. Like sex is the method of reproduction — to ensure the continuity of the race. But it's more than that. It's a physical need. A way that a man and a woman can express their feelings toward one another. Each one accepts the other and by so doing they reassure each other.' He stopped and shook his head. 'Am I making any sense to you?'
'Oh, yes, Daddy. You do!'
'You're sure now?'
'Yes, yes. Go on. Then sex is not bad?' Angie asked.
'What are you telling that child?' a harsh, furious voice interrupted. Her mother stood in the doorway with an angry face.
'She was asking me some questions about sex,' her father said in a neutral tone.
Her mother raised her voice louder. 'I told her I'd tell her at the proper time.'
'Louise,' her father objected. 'She's old enough to know now. She should know. Times have changed since you were a girl.'
'I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a slut,' Louise retorted angrily.
'Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some knowledge so she can make good judgments about it.'
Louise's face contorted in anguish. 'Judgments like yours, Stuart?'
Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. 'For God's sake, Louise. Leave our mess out of this!'
'How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?'
Stuart's voice became low and passionate. 'Give me a divorce. More for your own sake than my own.'
'Never,' she shouted, 'never! I won't be pushed aside, unwanted, unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-pants nurses of yours.'
'Then live with me, as a wife.'
'You keep your dirty hands off me,' she screeched. 'And Angie, too. Come here, Angie,' she ordered. 'Don't let him touch you.'
Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. 'No, no! I love Daddy.'
Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. 'Stuart, send that child out of this room. If you don't, you'll be sorry. I'll make so much trouble for you, you'll never practice medicine again.'
'Louise,' Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it was useless to protest. He took Angie's hands from behind his neck and stood her on the floor. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he told her, 'Go to your room now, Angie, darling. We'll talk another time.'
As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. 'Not another time! You won't talk together another time. If I catch you at it, you'll both be sorry!'
Her father raised his voice louder. 'Louise. For God's sake, not in front of the child.'
'That's what you always say,' Louise ranted. ''Not in front of the child.' What do you care? What have you done to care for her? I had to carry her until she was born. I had to go through the pain and travail. I had to take care of her, day in and day out, all these years. While you've been chasing nurses…'
Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry voices. Her fears didn't dispel until she was safely in her room with the door closed. Emotions were zigzagging through her body. Her mind reeled around and around. She wanted to scream, to howl, to die.
Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems that they didn't have time to be concerned with her. She felt lost, alone.
The she remembered Doug. He liked her, cared about her. Some, at least. He hadn't told Brad about them. He had endured all that pain for here longed to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept him with her naked body; she would reassure him, and she giggled at the thought of the word, with her little pussy, whether her mother liked it or not.
This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie threw her arms around him and kissed him. Doug was a little surprised, but the demonstration stirred the protective urge within him and he responded. They hung onto each other as they walked to her room. They both felt better when they stepped inside and closed the door.
Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Doug's hands stole down inside her robe and a finger gently teased the tip of a nipple.
Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She caught her breath and a deeper, warmer desire began to burn between her legs. She thought, here goes, Mom, too bad you've never taken this trip! She reached down and brazenly unzipped Doug's pants and felt around inside for his penis. Her fingers felt his wiry pubic hairs; they explored downward and touched soft and wrinkled skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her hand and gently slipped it through her fingers. She felt it grow hard in her hand. Her heart tripped a beat. Triumphantly, she massaged the shaft up and down faster and faster. She tickled the tip with butterfly touches.
Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore open her robe and dropping his head, sucked noisily on her breast. He could feel the nipple erect in his mouth. His lips trailed down her soft pliant belly and into her soft curly nest of pubic hairs. He gently parted her cunt lips with his thumbs and lightly tongued the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy tip swelled and hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.
Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her vagina upward and flexing her buttocks. Her eyes were closed and she dug her nails in to his shoulders.
Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their clothes off and Doug carried her over to the bed and threw himself on her. They teased each other with lips and fingers. They rocked their bodies together with mounting excitement. Their twined arms and legs held tighter and tighter.
Angie arched her body against Doug's body; she pressed her pubic mound against his penis in an undulation motion — slide up, push, slide up, push — trying to entice his penis to enter her vagina. His cock pushed more frantically against her and while Doug readjusted his body weight, Angie spread her legs further apart and pulled her legs back. She arched her whole pelvis area against him, flexing her buttocks to push strongly up against him. Doug raised his buttocks away from her body for a moment and grasped his erect penis. He groaned and pressed his hips forward and slowly, with the tip of the round, hardened head parted the soft, tickling pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently pulsating cunt. The lubricated vaginal walls pressing on all sides of his shaft gave him a
