don't mind my not coming with you.'
'No, you sleep and get your rest. No telling when you'll need your energy.'
'That reminds me-when will I get to see Frank?'
'He's already gone for the day. He's going to take some pictures into New York City for a show he's entering, and then he's going to the big Photography Show at the Garden.'
'He mustn't sleep very much.'
'Not even when he's in bed,' Suzanne quipped.
Nickie ignored that. 'When will I get to see him, then?'
'Probably tonight. He wasn't planning to stay in the city overnight.'
'Good.'
Suzanne took a deep breath, her breasts briefly straining the fabric of the peignoir, then stood. 'I have to get going. I'm going to hitch my way in and rides aren't all that plentiful at this hour. Need anything?'
'Sleep.'
'See you later, sleepyhead.'
Suzanne flounced cheerily out of the room, closing the door softly behind her as Nickie stood and quickly pulled off her baby-doll nightgown.
Cooler, still tired, she let herself fall back into the bed and pulled the sheet back over her, trying to shut out the sun glare.
She was too tired to get up again and pull the drapes shut.
In was nearly two hours later when the young man came to the front door and let himself in. Nickie was still sleeping.
He knew that there was only one female occupant in the house, that the rest of the family was out for the day. He knew that the one person left, alone, in bed, in the house was a young woman sleeping nude in, the second- floor bedroom.
He assumed that the young woman was Lisa. He'd done this once before, this letting himself into the house in the early morning of her usual day off from work when everyone else was gone and Lisa, warm, richly curved body sliding nakedly between crisp white sheets, lay sleeping in the bedroom at the end of the second-floor hallway.
That first time had been two months earlier-before Lisa had decided that she liked the guest room and had moved all of her belongings. Lisa's room, at the end of the hall, had been made into the guest room. But Bob knew nothing of this.
He crept to the bottom of the stairs and stopped, listening carefully for any sounds of occupancy.
Nothing.
'Lisa,' he hissed up the stairs, cupping his thick hand about his mouth like a silent-film character.
Still, nothing.
Deciding that she was still asleep, Bob began climbing the stairs. She'd really gotten off the night before, taking on both him self and his friend Jeremy, first one after the other and then both at once. Barely coherent, she'd mumbled something vaguely assenting when he'd asked if he could come fuck her awake in the morning.
He stood at the tog of the stair landing and again listened for sounds of activity. Still, no sounds at all except the soft rustle of early morning sun breeze through an airy house, carrying scents of things green and a foretaste of the mid-day softness.
Nickie, sleeping but in the nether state that just precedes full wakening, snuggled deeper beneath the light sheets, pulling them the more lightly over her head. The sound of a voice, the heavy thump of footsteps in the hallway, kept threatening to wake her and she was enjoying her dream.
The bed croaked as she shifted her weight.
Bob heard the noise. Confident, he strode to the doorway at the end of the hall and stepped inside.
He saw the sinuous movement of the form beneath the sheets and a grin of amusement and lechery spread across his young face. She was playing games with him. She'd heard him come in and call, but hadn't replied.
Nickie, meantime, had taken refuge from the disturbing noises in her dream. It was a last early-morning dream, a just-before-waking dream, a dream of what she had seen at the boathouse the night before. But in her dream, it was Nickie herself being perforated by the large, hard, strong pricks, it was her cunt being rent by those big cocks, it was her box being filled with youthful come from Lisa's partners. In her sleep, her pale thighs, bared beneath the covers,by the intended omission of her panties, glistened with abundant secretions.
Bob was standing in the open doorway, staring at the gently undulating form beneath the sheets, hearing the barely audible moans as Nickie's dream excited her still more. Covered as she was by the sheets, Bob couldn't see her face, couldn't know that it wasn't Lisa, couldn't suspect that it was a younger cousin named Nickie. Stealthily, he stepped to the side of the bed.
He stood there, looking down at the gently wriggling form on the bed. The damp humidity of the morning made the sheets cling to Nickie's pert ass as though they were sprayed on. But Bob, hungry as he was for Lisa's hot cunt, didn't notice the slimness of that ass, of those hips; of those thighs. All he saw were two beautifully molded ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as had Lisa's the night before. And to Bob, it was a clear cut signal that Lisa was being playfully teasing.
'Okay,' he said quietly, almost whispering, sitting easily on the edge of the bed. 'If that's the way you want it, I'll coax you.'
He pressed his hands to the sheets, gently running his fingers over the clean white cotton. In her dream state, Nickie felt the touch as a natural if vivid part of the subconscious scenario and moaned softly.
Bob ran his large, strong hands down one draped leg to the ankle, then back up the other to the juncture of the girl's trembling thighs. He was hungry for her, had lain awake half the night despite his exhaustion thinking of her, and he was determined to give her a fucking like she'd never known.
His hands went to her shoulders, caressing their slender lines. He made as if to pull the sheet down.
But Nickie, still dreaming, still unwilling to awaken, held fast.
Grinning all the more, he relented; he would play the game, He gripped her shoulders through the sheets and tenderly urged her to turn over.
She did-with the sheets still pulled over her face.
Bob's thick cock was hugely erected, straining at his denim cutoffs. He'd awakened before the alarm, and his first thought was of her-of Lisa, slick and hot in the summer day, her wet slot greedy for his prick. He was becoming almost delirious in his want for her body.
Though he noted how much less pronounced the breast curves were before him, he wrote it off to the chance draping of the sheet and a night of sleeping on her stomach.
Again, he began running his hands over her form. He put his palm down on the taut stomach and slipped it down over the crease of thigh to hip, over long, lean flank, over calf to surprisingly petite foot, to toes that were curled in dream excitement. Then again his hand went back up on the other leg to linger briefly over the darker bulge of pubic mound, the lightest of touches breezing across mons, and from there back across the flat expanse of firm stomach to her breasts.
His other band moved directly to her cunt.
Pressing knowingly, expertly on the soaked entrance through the clinging dampness of the sheets, his fingers manipulated and caressed her most sensitive spot Nickie, still caught in her dream, gasped with her excitement.
But Bob was becoming quickly aware that the breast he fondled was far less abundant than Lisa's.
Oh, no, he thought I've got Suzanne-there's going to be hell to pay when Lisa finds out-even though I thought it was Lisa in here.
But then-he thought: What the hell? The kid doesn't seem to mind. Lisa might even have set this up herself as a joke…
He decided that he was going to enjoy the joke, too. More than they would.
'Enough games, little girl,' he said, drawing the sheet firmly out of her grasp. 'Now you're really going to get it like you-'
He froze as Nickie's lust-contorted face came into view.
