'I don't know. I just feel like hell! Not for what I let myself get set up for, but damn it! I really like Pammy. I mean a whole lot. You know, I think her mother really set me up to make Pammy hate me. Pammy sure thinks there's something weird about me. I saw her look just before she ran out of the place.'
Jennifer cupped Bryan's head close to her body and felt the strange headiness of daring. It was a time of shock and her boy was in shock. One way out – maybe the only way out – was a greater shock.
'So, it'll be our secret,' whispered Jennifer. 'I'll keep it and I'll bet you anything Pammy won't whisper a word and will see things differently in a day or maybe less.'
Privately Jennifer knew how and who was going to make that happen. 'But since you've got a secret, can I share one with my very best friend?'
Bryan stirred uncomfortably and strained to look up into his mother's face. 'Your very best friend? I don't get it. Celeste is your best friend. Everyone knows that. Has been ever since ancient history.'
'I'm not that old, Bryan Quinby!'
Jennifer clutched her arms tightly around the muscled torso and urged her pelvis gently forward. Not brazenly, just a barely perceptible thrust which Bryan felt. 'I have her for best friend, but I have my own secret very best friend. And I'm scared to death to tell you.'
'Please! I promise. I'd never tell a living soul.'
'You'd hold it against me though and think lots less of me, if I told.'
'No way. Wow… hey, I'm beggin'. Tell me.'
'I have to show you.'
Distantly Jennifer heard the slight motion of the box springs of the king size bed in the master bedroom. Celeste and Frank were making it and if Bryan's attention wandered at all, he could hear and wonder.
'Show me then.'
The gown slipped easily from her shoulders and she crouched across his middle as she dragged the protective cover of the sheet away and bared his body. His gasp was sharp and urgent as her fist grabbed his prick.
'This is my very best friend!' She hissed the confession. 'I know who it belongs to and that's maybe why I love it so. It's hooked to a wonderful male animal and he happens to be flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone and that's all. After that, he's a happy plaything attached to your front, Bryan Quinby, to give you a ball for all of your life. So, why so uptight about your betrayals or exhibitionism or liking it when you come. Even guilty feelings are better than no feelings.'
'Hey, that's right.' He writhed against the squeeze of her fingers and the dark chestnut at the end of the gleaming white shaft seemed to double in size to the vise of her fist. 'Maybe I'm not so weird, huh?'
'I'll slap your owner if I ever hear him say that again!' Jennifer was preoccupied with the swollen penis, never lifting her eyes from it, staring as though it was the only thing in the whole world of interest to her. 'He doesn't even want to hear my real secret.'
'Tell!' begged Bryan.
'Show!' Jennifer shifted from the side to a position atop the startled boy, quickly angling the tumescent cock directly between her legs. 'My secret, dear Bryan, is that I have always wondered how it would feel to have you put that way, way deep inside my body… NOW!'
She was impaled before Bryan fully absorbed the impact of her lust for him, riding down, driving her small frame deliberately onto his suddenly crazed prick, squealing happily as she felt their mounds grind together.
In urgent thrusting strokes he drove upward from the mattress, spearing into the fantastic tightness of her vagina and wondering that her smallness could really take his hugeness. Then, just as the orgasm was spinning and his vision fogging, he was jolted by an absolute certainty – he had fucked this fiercely tight cunt before!
That fabulous snugness! The way those hidden muscles spasmed and clawed along the sides of his prick barrel. He had to have been in this passion clasp before.
'Goin'… oh, wow! WOW!' His ejaculation cannonaded deep inside an already convulsing frame and Jennifer rocked in happy ecstasy as she took the semen flood.
When it slowed and stopped and when the phallus showed no signs of softening, she wilted across Bryan's front, arms wrapped around his, perky breasts grinding in slow, pulsing afterglow against his powerful chest.
He rocked in languorous rapture with her, his thoughts racing back over the weeks and remembering. That day of his earliest intimacy with Celeste. There had been a strange difference. He had fainted as he crested in orgasm and when he came to, lying under Celeste, there had been that unbelievable tightness to her cunt. And hadn't she blocked his hand when he tried to rip away the blindfold?
Secrets all around. Bryan knew now what kind of best friends Celeste and his mother must be. And that must be kind of beautiful. He heard a sound overhead, noises he'd often heard during his use of the den for a temporary bedroom. Love sounds of sex from his parents' bedroom.
But how now? One of his parents lay entwined at this very moment in his arms, and the other… his dad… Who but Celeste could be with his dad? Making those wild, wonderful noises of a bed taking love.
'Our secret,' he whispered into Jennifer's ear. 'I think all the Quinbys are a little off their rocker. But, wow, I like it!'
His need stopped his talk and he ground upward against the welcoming pussy cleft. Short, all-possessing intercourse and powerful blast of his ejaculation, this time softening the hard-on.
'Thank you.' Jennifer extricated herself from his tight clasp and retrieved her robe. 'Don't give up on this weekend show with Pammy.'
'You mean that Carmen dance gig? You gotta be kiddin'! She wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole.'
Jennifer snugged the sash cord at her waist and bent to kiss him on the forehead. 'Such a lot to learn,' she sighed. 'I'll take a bet. Fairfield Music Circus goers get the shock of their lives from two anonymous extras this weekend.'
'You'll lose,' muttered Bryan, watching her departure. 'But I hope not.'
At nine-fifty on Saturday night the SRO crowd in the Fairfield Music Circus tent waited hushed and expectant as the house lights dimmed.
'It's the Habanera,' whispered an excited usherette to her partner. 'They say it's really going to be a first.'
'Is that really a Time cameraman down front?'
'Everyone says so.'
'Do you really think they will?'
The house was suddenly blacked out for five… then ten tense electrified seconds. A single tiny spotlight pinpricked abruptly from the ceiling and fingered the lone figure on stage, then brightened. It was the nearest thing to a mass gasp Celeste ever remembered hearing. She knew why.
Those in the orchestra front were the most fortunate. They saw her in detail.
A lonely Carmen, center stage, long rich hair trailing over her shoulders, reaching nearly to her waist and framing in dark tumbling casual sexiness the voluptuosity of a contemporary Carmen.
She wore translucent panties and bra under sheer chiffon. Nothing was veiled to those nearest. Not even the hardened nipples urgent under see-through cover. Not even in doubt to those in the distant rows was the certainty they were seeing the true Celeste Ann Dantrelle in vivid living flesh. Her vee was a maddening magnet to every male in the house; her dark pubic triangle pointed like an arrow to the vagina a thousand hard-ons yearned to take that very instant.
Soft piano accompaniment from an unseen place. A lovely mouth that no one watching really thought of as meant for singing opened and the drama in voice began…
'Love is like any wood-bird – wild – that none can ever hope to tame…'
Celeste swayed sensuously and the white chiffon moved, taunting the audience to believe that she really was wearing cover.
'Love is not worth the price you pay – Listen carefully to what I say…'
Another breathless gasp from the throng in the music circus tent and Celeste knew the lights behind were lighting up two just moving out from the wings behind the scrim curtain.
'You're beautiful, Bryan!' murmured Pammy, her head tucked in very close to his neck. 'But you're getting an erection. Stop it this instant! They'll see.'
'They'll see you, you pretty witch!' growled Bryan, cementing the torrid nudity of his dance partner tightly
