Annie was saying something to Mr. Holdgren now. He nodded and headed to the front. Sheri felt the excitement, the pinch of her emotions as the showdown neared. She knew exactly where the prophylactics wore kept, she'd been sure to case things earlier in the week. But there was a whole section of them. She tried to come to a decision, tiled to read the labels. Prelubricated. Preshaped tip. Thinnest latex. Skin in natural oil. At last she glanced to see that Mr. Holdgren was being taken care of and then scooped a dozen boxes into Annie's purse. Heart pounding, Sheri glided back to the paperbacks, chose one without reading the title and waited at the cash register until the manager came over.
'Looks interesting,' Mr. Holdgren said and winked. 'Kinda wish I was single again myself.' Only then did Sheri look at the title she'd chosen. Swinging Singles: A Guide For The Working Girl. Sheri blushed and gathered up her change. She found Annie and they got the hell out of the drugstore.
'Well, did you get them?'
'A whole purseful,' Sheri giggled and they hurried to Annie's house to divide up the loot.
When Sheri got back home it was past ten. She had half expected to get a good hot lecture from her mother, but was surprised to find Mona in bed, door closed. She went to her own room and placed the little boxes neatly in a row. Then she opened one and got out a foil package. She'd ended up with over fifty rubbers! More than enough to entertain her for a while, she thought. She felt kind of silly, having all that protection on hand. She was still a virgin, after all. But maybe this was what was keeping Robby from wanting to mess around with her. She couldn't blame him. How many uncles could take the chance of putting a baby in the belly of a niece? Sheri unrolled the rubber and held it up to the light.
'Wow! Really thin!' She put two fingers up inside the tube and stretched the tip with a fingernail. It didn't stretch far before she'd poked a big hole right in it! She stuffed the mined prophylactic back into its foil package and tossed it in the trash.
'I don't want that one inside me.' She bounced over to her dresser and rummaged in a drawer. Something not too obvious, but nice. Robby was probably still up, working on his studies. She chose a pair of baggy, silk pajama bottoms. But then there was the problem of what to wear on top. The other half of the pj's weren't really revealing enough. Sheri frowned and rummaged some more. She came up with a skimpy little piece of silk she'd forgotten about. It was really a bra made completely from pale green nylon. But it was so much nothing, so lacy, so ridiculously not there that she knew it would go with the baggy bottoms perfectly.
'Oh yeah!' she breathed, turning before the mirror. Her breasts were framed perfectly by the tiny bra. It had the effect of lifting them slightly, of making them appear a tiny bit fuller. And her hard little nipples pushed out the silky material in a terribly sexy way.
Sheri traced the lines of her body. Touched her slim waist with her fingertips and patted her pert, firm ass. She hadn't acquired many curves thus far in her lift, but this outfit helped a lot. With her blonde hair falling every which way, she was almost seductive.
Using Mona's perfume, she went through the ritual of the three drops. Except tonight she decided to add two extras. One on each nipple of her breasts, holding the silky bra-top away until the heady stuff had dried. The other drops of magic had been placed on her ears and cunt. She was ready.
'Robby? You still up?' Sheri leaned against his closed door, panting slightly. Then she heard a splash from the end of the hall. The bathroom. Robby was taking a bath. Sheri shrugged and approached the door.
'Robby? Can I come in?'
'Hell no. I'm in the tub.'
'Oh come on.' She thought a second. 'I gotta brush my teeth.'
'Jesus.'
Sheri heard the shower curtain being pulled.
'It'll only be for a little bit.'
'Okay, hurry up and get it over with.'
The shower curtain hid Robby from her sight when she came in. Sheri made the kind of noise expected of her. She ran the faucet, brushed her teeth. Brushed them again.
'Robby?'
'Yeah.'
'I'll scrub your back if you want.'
'I don't want.'
'Okay. Just thought I'd ask.'
Silence. Sheri flipped the water from her toothbrush and put it away. Then she sat on the closed commode and pecked around the shower curtain. Robby was soaping one hairy leg. She waited until he'd put the soap back in the dish and picked it up.
'Hey I told you…'
'Doesn't that feel good?' She rubbed the soap between his shoulder blades, dipped it into the water and rubbed some more. Robby let her. She cried to keep her breathing under control, but touching him, being that close to him rosily turned her on. He still hadn't seen what she was wearing.
'Okay, thanks.' Robby slid down in the tub until the water was up around his neck. She caught a glimpse of his cock before it sank beneath the sudsy water. It looked pretty big to her. And kinda red.
'I'm getting out now,' Robby said, throwing back the curtain, grabbing a towel to wrap around his middle. Sheri stepped back and watched him top onto the mat. He looked sinewy and nice. The water glistened on every muscle, every bump. 'You going to bed?' she asked.
'I was going to have a beer…' For the first time Robby looked at her. He stopped breathing, started again: '… have a beer. Yeah. That was what I had in mind.'
'I'll go get you one,' Sheri bubbled, jumping up. She was aware of Robby's eyes on her as she moved between him and the door. She ran downstairs, got the cold beer and set a new record back to Robby's bedroom. He was standing by the bed, still drying.
Sheri closed the door behind her and put the beer on his desk. She made certain that her movements were just right. Sometimes the baggy pajama bottoms clung between her thighs, between the firm cheeks of her ass. Sometimes they billowed, hiding what was below her waist. Robby just kept drying himself and watching her. The aroma of Mona's perfume was coming off her body in waves. Sheri licked her lips. Her heart thudded as she drifted close to Robby. That's when she pressed the foil packet into his palm.
'Got you a little present.'
'What?' He looked at the words on the packet. 'God damn.'
'You were afraid of…' She shrugged and let the blush come, '… oh, you know.' Robby grabbed both her arms, whirled her around and marched her towards the door.
'You get the hell back to your bedroom, you hear?'
'Robby! Robby, what's wrong?' The towel had fallen from his hips. Sheri knew she had to get him interested… and fast. She twisted from his grasp and faced him. At the same time her trembling fingers clutched for what she wanted. She found exactly that. It was hard and damp from his bath. She circled her hands around him and rubbed gently. Her lashes fluttered as she lifted her chin, lifted her lipsticked mouth up towards him.
'Oh Robby… I'm just trying to please you.' She watched his eyes close and open again. His breathing was fast and deep. As he hesitated there by the door, she pushed her parted lips against one of his taut, male nipples. Gently she nursed the odd little bump. Boys were so flat. Her tongue swathed him wetly until a trickle of her spit cased down his belly. Then she took her mouth away and aw the pink smear she'd left. Robby had closed his eyes again. A good sign. Sheri felt like giggling. She felt victorious, though he still hadn't made a move towards the bed. The anticipation that perhaps this would be the night filled her. Between her thighs, that tiny lump of flesh that was her cherry seemed to beg for destruction.
'Robby?'
'Yes.'
'Fuck me. Please, fuck me.'
Robby pulled her slowly against him. Her tits rubbed across his nakedness. She let go his cock and dug her nails into the meat of his ass instead. She whimpered and kissed his fresh smelling skin. His cock was like a hot piece of iron pushing into the softness of her belly.
Robby flicked off the overhead light. Sheri stood shivering, excited past reason. She looked at him, waiting for his move. He stepped towards her and took both her hands, interlacing his fingers through them. Then he
