Helping Bobby Learn by Lubrican

Helping Bobby Learn

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Chapter Three

Four days later Courtney came to the house early. Her kiss suggested she had things on her mind.

"Bobby says he talked to you about me," she said.

I nodded.

"Will you really be there ... in the room ... with us?"

"If you want me to," I said.

"I feel like a slut," she moaned. "I want two guys to do things to me at the same time."

"You're not a slut, Courtney," I said. "You're a young woman, exploring her sexuality. It can be a wild ride. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you."

"I keep having dreams about you ... doing it to me," she whispered.

"Fucking you?"

She nodded. "Except all I know in the dream is that we're doing it, but I can't actually tell what it's like. I wake up and have to rub."

"I'm sorry," I said. She looked surprised.

"I thought you wanted to!"

"I do, but I don't want to make you obsess about it."

"Will you promise not to fuck me when you and Bobby get me going?"

"Of course," I said.

"And will you stop Bobby too?"

"Of course."

"What if I get too excited and tell you it's okay?"

"I'll know when you really mean it," I said.

She relaxed. "You know ... I have some very strong feelings for you."

I smiled. "That's because we're going to be best buddies for our whole lives."

She smiled back. "Really?"

I shrugged. "I hope so."

"Isn't that called ... fuck buddies?" she asked.

"You've heard of that term?"

"Of course," she said. "I'm not deaf. Wouldn't that be complicated?"

"It might be a little bit," I admitted. "But I think it would be worth it."

Her hands came to cup her breasts.

"Me too," she said. She squeezed her hands. "When Bobby gets home, I want you to teach him to eat my pussy."

Bobby was reluctant until Courtney stripped. Then he babbled a little bit while she attacked his clothing. His youthful prick arched out from his body when she got to it and my own cock leapt in my pants when she sucked his knob for a few seconds. I stayed dressed.

"I'll finish you off after you've learned how to please me," she said, as she lay down on his bed and spread her legs. She drew her knees up. I don't know if she'd seen some woman do that in a porn video or what, but she did it like a pro. Bobby's mouth hung open and his prick bobbed up and down as he clenched internal muscles.

I didn't ask him if I could. Instead, I just started lecturing as dispassionately as I could, pointing out her clitoris, and her inner and outer labia. Then I demonstrated how to circle her clit with the tip of the tongue, and the flick it back and forth, or up and down. I showed him the difference between using the flat of his tongue and the stiffened tip to split the labia and cover her entire pudenda or tickle specific parts. She threw in the odd comment about how much she liked this or that, and Bobby just stood there, his jaw hanging. He didn't drool, but I don't know how he kept from it.

Then I stood back and said "Now you try it."

It took him an hour to give her her first orgasm. I don't think either one of them noticed how much time had passed, though. At one point I had to have some relief and I released my cock from my pants and stroked it. Her head rolled and she saw what I was doing and she mouthed the word "No!" and then another word: "Later!" I assumed she meant she'd jerk me off, or maybe give me a blow job, and suddenly the need for relief eased.

She told him how happy she was, and how good he was making her feel. She made it quite clear that he still couldn't fuck her, but that she couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth. She talked about how good he tasted and how strong his spurts were. All this drove him to burrow deeper into her sex. I leaned over and told him to use his nose on her clit while his lips were sucking her labia, and he caught on to that right away. He figured out all by himself that he could twist his face back and forth in her mushy slit and it would thrash her clit.

Once she had the first orgasm, the next one was only five minutes away. Basically, in an hour and ten minutes, my son became an accomplished and skillful pussy eater, and his girlfriend climbed another step on the sexual staircase with him.

Then she stopped him and had him lie down while she swooped down on his cock with her mouth. Apparently she had been talking to Melanie, or someone else who sucked cock, because somebody had taught her how to deep throat. She gagged twice, and coughed several times, but she clearly had the idea, and was trying to perfect it. Bobby started bucking - he didn't need to be stroked to cum - and she stayed on him until he went limp.

She lay with him quietly for a few minutes and then said she needed to go to the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed. She got up and took my hand and took me to my bedroom.

"I'm so horny I feel like screaming," she whispered softly. "I think I want you to fuck me now."

"How about I get you off a few times, and then you can think about it a while."

"I don't care," she said. "Just do something, please!"

I taught her how to sixty-nine, with her on the bottom, and I was forceful in fucking her mouth. Her hands came to my hips, tense and digging in, and I let them guide me to a place where she didn't feel scared any more. After that she was okay and I used her willingness to deep throat to go all the way in and out. I did that for maybe five minutes and then turned around.

"That's what it feels like when a man has control over you," I said. "It can be really scary."

She nodded, her eyes wide. She was panting. I rose to my knees and reached for my cock. I used it to split her pussy lips and rub her clit. Her eyes got even wider.

"I'm not going to put it in," I said. "I'm going to rub your clitty, and I might stretch you a little bit, but that's all."

She nodded again and her hips moved. She really was almost ready.

I pushed gently and then pulled back to rub her clit. I was jacking slowly, and could feel myself leaking into her pussy mouth. I pushed enough for the head to pop in and she sucked in air with a grimace. I pulled out immediately.

"That was just the tip," I said. "You can imagine how much the whole thing will stretch you."

Again that frantic nod. I went back to work on her clit.

"Did you have your period?" I asked.

Her eyes, which had returned to just merely wild, widened again. "It finished up two days ago," she said.

"Good. I'm going to sperm your clitty."

Just that statement, in concert with what I was doing to her clitty, was enough to bring her over the edge. She bucked and whined and I had to cover her mouth with mine to contain her yells. I kept rubbing gently and stroking. I pushed myself up with one arm and she raised her head as I told her I was about to cum. I positioned the tip so that the first spurt hit her clitty and welled up to the top of her split. Then I notched the tip between her pussy lips and applied enough pressure that the second, third and fourth spurts went inside her. She gave a sobbing kind of gasp and her legs whipped up to my back. I was already softening, but she was strong, I was unprepared, and her pussy was super lubricated with my spunk. Before I realized it, she was able to pull me half way into her. I was so astonished that I bucked forward and she got her first prick, albeit a half hard one. Her groan of "Ohhhh fuck" made my balls produce one more spurt.

I let my weight down on her belly, leaving my prick in her. I kissed her lips gently.

"Got a little carried away, did we?"

"I don't care," she panted. "It didn't hurt."

"You were lucky," I said. "I wasn't completely hard when it went in you."

"It felt huge," she said. "But not any more. It's still in me ... right?"

I kissed her again, just a quick one.

"Yes."

"Wow," she said. "We really did it."

"No we didn't," I said. "All we did was the dangerous part."

"But it went in me," she argued. "I'm not a virgin any more."

I sighed inside. She had no idea, and I couldn't explain it to her.

"So ... you want to do it again?" I asked.

She blinked. "Well ... it didn't hurt ... and I'm glad we did it ... but it wasn't like I thought it would be. I expected ... more, I guess."

"That's because we didn't really make love," I said, patiently. "Trust me on this; you only got a tiny part of the process."

"Oh," she said, sounding unconvinced.

"You want me to show you?"

She actually thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded.

"Suck me hard again," I ordered.

"Ewww, it's been inside meeee," she whined.

"It will taste just like me," I promised.

It took her a minute, and she looked it over, teasing a finger through the coating of see-through white that was on my prick when I pulled it out of her. She'd never sucked it soft, but once she got it in her mouth and tasted, she wasn't unhappy. I have to admit that it was the thought of doing her bareback that got me going again. Or maybe it was because I hadn't had all that many orgasms in the previous years, and had a few built up in reserve. In any case, she got it hard again. I pushed her over onto her back and put her ankles on my shoulders.

"Now you're going to feel the real deal," I said, my face hovering over hers.

She looked completely confident until I slid into her. I knew she was still slick with my earlier spend, so I didn't ease it into her. I just gave a steady push until my pubes mixed with hers. Her eyes got huge and she started gasping for air. Then, just to be mean, I shrugged her ankles off my shoulders and pushed hard while she instinctively tilted her pussy up, like I knew she would. She gasped as she was filled even deeper. Then I rotated my loins, crushing her clitty.

"Oh shit!" she panted. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit!"

"Now, now, there's no need to be a potty mouth about it," I said.

And then I started fucking her.

About a minute later she managed to get out one sentence, which I'm pretty sure was "I didn't know!" but after that all she could do was gurgle while I touched her deeper inside than she'd ever been touched. I made sure she had a couple of orgasms too, because she was hot, and tight, and I was pretty sure I was going to want to do this with her again. Then, without telling her, I just belched her full of cum. It was sweet. I had a fantasy of making her belly swell, but knew it wasn't likely, with her just off her period. Which was good, because the last thing this poor girl needed was a baby. Her life was full enough already, what with me and my son both servicing her.

I stayed in her while we came down, not wanting to get off of her. She was limp and her eyes were closed. I kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes.

"Maybe I would marry you," she panted softly.

"Hormones," I said, smiling.

"Maybe," she said tiredly. "We weren't supposed to do that yet."

"It must have been time, because it happened," I said.

"Well I'm not sorry," she said. "I'm in big trouble with Bobby, though."

"I'll get you a box of rubbers," I said. "We'll keep them in his room, and your purse."

"Okay," she said.

I got off of her and she lay there, watching me get dressed again. When she got up my spunk started leaking out of her. She'd eat it from the source, but not coming from inside her, and she hobbled to the bathroom with one hand catching what was dripping out. I went and got her clothes and brought them to the bathroom, where she was sitting on the throne.

"This is so weird," she said.

"Welcome to the world of adults," I said.

"That is just so weird," she said again.

"There are very good reasons to wait to have sex," I said. "Mostly because young minds have a hard time wrapping around that kind of relationship."

"I get that now," she said.

"The milk is spilled," I said. "Can't do anything about it now."

She giggled and reached between her legs. When her hand came back up it had sperm on it.

"It does look a little like milk," she said. She looked at me and licked her fingers clean. She gave a little grimace, but didn't complain. "And don't get any condoms until I tell you to," she said. "I think it would be better if the temptation wasn't there."

Bobby, it turns out, was satisfied with the level they'd gotten to. I think part of that was because he just couldn't bring himself to accept the idea of watching me demonstrate the last step on his girlfriend. Or in his girlfriend, as it were. And Courtney had much better control than I expected her to. Of course she was getting her pussy sucked daily now, and she had Bobby's prick to suck back. They didn't have to sneak around to do it either, since I let them use his room. Her greetings to me were more subdued as well. I still got hugs and kisses on the lips, but she didn't writhe against me like she had there for a while. I think she finally understood how quickly passion could be stirred, and how powerful that passion could be.

Then, one day, out of the blue, she arrived at the house two hours early again. She got right to the point.

"I just finished my period." She started taking off her clothes.

"And you want ...?" I asked.

"What do you think I want?" she asked, baring her breasts without a blush.

She took me to my room and lay on my bed.

"I don't do this with Bobby, so this isn't cheating," she said, opening herself to me. "I've waited a whole month, and now I want you to fuck my brains out."

"I didn't get any condoms yet," I said. "You didn't tell me to."

"You don't have to use one," she said, rubbing her clit.

"That's stupid, Courtney," I said.

"Maybe so, but you were my first. You're special. We'll only do this right after my period, so it will be safe."

"So you're going to want me to fuck your brains out every month?" I smiled.

"It's only once a month, Mister G, so you'd better do a good job."

I did a good job. I had a plan, this time, and the plan called for me to delay my own gratification to properly enslave this young woman. And that's exactly what I did. I tortured her until she was yelling at me, and only then did I fill her. I made sure she had four orgasms, which was the point at which she gasped that she'd had enough and told me to stop. I didn't stop. I teased her through two more, and then whispered in her ear that I was impregnating her as I let my prick serve her up a couple of ounces of semen.

When I finally got off of her, she sat up and looked at me.

"You're a very bad man," she said.

"You came to my house and told me to fuck your brains out," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well you did, and now I need them back. Tell Bobby I'm sick tonight. I can't let him touch me after that."

And damned if she didn't get up, get dressed, and go home.

I suppose that, had nothing else happened, I would have fucked Courtney's brains out once a month after that until she got tired of dating Bobby, or got tired of me or whatever. Let's just say I didn't expect to have a long term relationship with Courtney. I mean she was seventeen, and in high school. Girls that age usually think they know what they want, but then change their minds a dozen times before they actually know what they want.

But something happened that changed everything. That something - someone, actually - was Su Li Rader, Courtney's mother.

The way I met her was convoluted. It seems that Courtney, assuming that if I had rights to her pussy, had rights to some of my time, put my name on the list of parents willing to chaperone the Valentines dance at the school. It turned out that the committee for the dance said they were going to have to cancel because not enough parents had volunteered to be chaperones. So she put my name on the list, along with her mother's. She didn't intend for us to become friends, or anything like that. It was simply a solution to a problem for her.

Of course I was curious about Courtney's mother. Courtney gave me a boner every time I saw her, and she was a quick study when it came to learning how to be a lover. I already knew Courtney's father was dead. It was what got her and Bobby together in the first place. He had lost his mother, and she had lost her father, and they got together to talk about that. The rest, as they say, was history. But because Courtney was beautiful, I was curious about her mother's looks. I admit I was a little shallow about it. We men often are. Looks are important to us. In our defense, though, that's an evolutionary process, and something we're born with.

Anyway, when Madeline Orlosky, the parental volunteer coordinator for the school, called me and gushed about how rare it was for a man to volunteer and how happy she was that I was "on board," I decided that, instead of correcting the record and telling her I hadn't volunteered for anything, I'd just check out the current high school scene for the fun of it.

That's how I met Su Li.

Some of what I'm about to tell you I learned later, but I'll tell it now, because it will help explain why certain things happened ... things that changed my life forever.

First off I was surprised to see she was short, probably five or six inches shorter than her daughter. That was explained when her accent told me she was born and raised in China. Her parents fell afoul of the Communist authorities, and they fled, taking their single child, Su Li, with them. They ended up in South Korea, where the parents took up menial positions. Su Li, when she reached the age of seventeen, got a job as a waitress on a military base in Seoul, where she met a young soldier named Jimmy Rader. She married him and went to the United States, where she soon had Courtney. Only a few weeks later he was killed during a training exercise.

At the time she was widowed, Su Li was ashamed of the quality of her speech in English. Serving soldiers in a club in Seoul was one thing, but going out and seeking a job in America was something else. She had survivor's benefits, as Sergeant Rader's spouse, though, and they got along okay on that by prioritizing. In their house, you could have what you wanted, if you were willing to be patient and plan, and save, and sacrifice. As I look back on it, I think that's the way Courtney looked at sex. She was interested in it, and was willing to be patient and plan to get it.

At any rate, Su Li did not pursue either a job or another husband. Instead, she took care of her daughter, and worked on her English skills, both in speaking and reading. Since the only people she spoke with other than her daughter were store clerks, though, she didn't get the chance to practice all that much. And, after a number of years, she got used to going without a man, just as I had gotten used to being without the partnership of a woman.

Physically, she was a shorter, broader, more oriental version of her daughter. She was a runner, having been recruited by her husband to run with him as part of his Army physical training program, and she was in good shape. She had small breasts, but didn't look slim, as much as she looked healthy.

Psychologically, the two women couldn't have been more different. While Courtney was loud and outgoing and friendly, her mother was shy and withdrawn. She still had the oriental woman's tendency to cast her eyes downward when speaking to a man, though I could tell she was trying to overcome that. She blushed constantly when a man spoke with her and hid her mouth with her hand when she smiled. She was like a little, stocky China doll of some kind, and I was fascinated with her from the moment we met.

Not that we had much to talk about. At least not at first. We attended the meeting for the chaperones, where we got a speech on what a chaperone was supposed to do and not do and all that. I approached her after the meeting was over and introduced myself as her daughter's boyfriend's father. She blushed, looked down at the floor, gave a miniscule bow and said "Plissed to mit you."

It got strained and uncomfortable almost immediately. I had nothing to converse about, and she was embarrassed to be so "Chinese" in front of Bobby's father. I think there were some lame comments about seeing each other later, and we parted ways.

It just so happened that Courtney had her period during the first week of February. Which meant that, when she went to the Valentines Dance, she was freshly and happily fucked by her boyfriend's father, and was glowing because of it. That turned out to be crucial for a couple of reasons. The first was that she wrote in her diary about it. I have to admit that when I read the entry after we spent four hours in bed, I was impressed at my own talents.

But the only reason I read that entry was because Su Li found the diary and read it first. I'll repeat some of it here, so you get the flavor of things.

"I am so happy. My lover has once again made me fly on the wings of ecstasy. He makes me feel like a real woman. I feel like I'm going to explode with happiness when his weight traps me under him. He goes forever. I had EIGHT orgasms last night before he lost control. I love making him lose control. He has been so patient with me. I know now I'm ready for more. I wish school was over so I could tell my man how I feel."

Su Li brought the diary with her to the dance. You hear about how the oriental woman can be inscrutable? It's true. When I first saw her that night, she smiled, looked at the floor, and did that funny little half bow again. I knew she was nervous, but I got the feeling she was always a little nervous. But I had no idea she was seething inside. I didn't know that until an hour into the dance, when she appeared at my elbow and spoke.

"Please ... Mister Galloway (she pronounced it Gollowee) may I be speaking with you?"

I was bored. Kids don't kick up their heels at a dance these days. Not like they did when I was in high school. Instead they just rub up against each other. I had a boner from watching it. The girls were cute. I admit it.

"Of course," I said.

"I am the mother of Courtney," she said. She looked very nervous, which her speech had displayed even more. "She is being with your son, Bobby."

"Yes," I said.

"I have read what she writes," said Su Li, and produced the diary. She opened it, pressed her finger to the entry for the eighth of February, and handed it to me. The lights were low in the gym, but I was able to read enough of it to get the drift. I knew instantly that Su Li thought Courtney was writing about Bobby. And I knew instantly that we had a problem.

I took Su Li's elbow and urged her gently toward one of the doorways to the hall. She went with me without a word. There were kids in the hallway, standing in groups, talking. Apparently this was the social gathering area for those who didn't want to dance. I looked for a room with an open door, and found none. I remembered that, during the chaperone briefing, we had learned that all rooms near the gym would be locked, to keep kids from using them as make out areas.

"Come outside with me," I urged Su Li.

We weren't supposed to leave the area of the dance, much less the building. They had security guards who were responsible for the outside of the building. But I needed some time and privacy to work things out with Su Li. She said not a word, but let me take her to stand beside my car in the parking lot. I figured that if the security guards approached us, I could tell them we were waiting for our kids. Since my car was parked right under a street light, I used up some time reading the entry again.

"She is having sex with your son!" gasped Su Li. "What we gonna do?"

I had no idea what to tell her. What came out of my mouth was influenced by the way Courtney felt about our lovemaking. Though I wondered what this "next step" she had mentioned was all about.

"I'm not sure there's much we can do," I said. "I mean kids have been doing this for thousands of years. We did it ourselves!"

She glanced at me and then looked away. "Maybe you did, but not me. I was a good girl."

"You had Courtney," I reminded her. "She's seventeen, and you don't look a day over twenty-five. You must have been very young when you had her."

"I was almost twenty!" she gasped.

"Well I won't argue with you," I said. "It's just that you look so remarkably young."

"Thank you," she said, sounding embarrassed. "We gotta do something."

"I don't know," I said. "I mean kids act like this a lot these days. They might break up next week."

"I don't think so," she said, sounding urgent. "I think Courtney very serious about this. I think they gonna get married!"

"Now hold on," I said. "It might be a little premature to be talking about marriage. Doesn't Courtney want to go to college?"

"Yeah, sure, but no money for college," said Su Li.

"Well, let's not rush into anything," I said, stalling for time. I needed to get a chance to talk to Courtney and have her defuse the situation with her mother if possible. "How about if we talk about this some more ... maybe later, at my house. The kids will go out after the dance, and we can go to my place and wait for them."

She looked at me and then away quickly. "Okay. I will do what you say."

What I was not aware of yet, and would not become aware of for several hours, was that Su Li's upbringing had thoroughly trained her to be submissive. Not that she was trained to submit sexually or anything. She was just taught by her mother that men are always right and are to be obeyed. It was old school in China, and her mother brought that attitude with her to Korea. So when I made suggestions ... she went along with them, even if she might have taken another route had I not made the suggestion.

Which is how I ended up ushering her into my house, with my fingertips in the middle of her back. I also didn't find out until much later that those fingers were also to be obeyed, and that once she decided I was trustworthy, could have urged her many other places.

Bobby and I spent a lot of time at the kitchen table. It was kind of our central meeting place, so I just naturally took Su Li to the kitchen. I offered her coffee, which she accepted (even though she'd rather have had tea.) I also offered her a piece of chocolate cake. It turned out that Courtney didn't want anything sweet around the house, because she didn't want to be tempted, so it was a rare treat for Su Li to have something like devil’s food cake with chocolate frosting.

It was under my kitchen lights that I realized how frequently Su Li blushed. I was just trying to make conversation, and mentioned again how fabulous she looked for her age. She covered her mouth and her face got dark, but it was obvious she was pleased. It was like pulling teeth, but I got her history out of her, including her initial impressions when she came to the States. She was overwhelmed by the amount of undeveloped land she saw, and the number of choices she had in shops. She was talking about that when the kids came in.

"Mom!" said Courtney, sounding alarmed and confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I invited her here," I said. "You guys went out after the dance. We came here to have coffee and cake."

"Oh." Courtney looked worried.

"You two go on," I said. "We'll come get you when it's time to leave. You can go home with your mother."

"Oh." Courtney sounded unhappy. She had not inherited her mother's subservient leanings.

When they were gone, Su Li looked after them.

"Should we let them be alone?"

"They'll find ways to be alone one way or another," I said. "Are you really that worried about them?"

"They go to bed!" gasped Su Li. She gasped a lot. As I got to know her I realized that she only had two settings: alarmed and placid.

"They won't go to bed while we're here," I said. What I was thinking was that they wouldn't go to bed while she was here, but I didn't say that.

"How you know?" she asked.

I was pretty sure the kids would be behaving themselves, what with Courtney’s mother in the house, so I took a chance.

"Sometimes I check on them," I said. "Come with me. I'll show you." I stood and held out my hand to her.

She took it and let me pull her outside. It was nippy, and we hadn't brought coats, but I didn't intend to spend a long time. I took her to Bobby's window.

"You spy?" she gasped.

"Yes," I said. What else could I say?

Apparently the fact that I breached the privacy of the kids was enough to let her do it too. She leaned forward and peeked through the crack in the curtains. Her indrawn hiss of breath was loud in the cool air.

"What?"

For answer she moved aside and let me look.

My judgment about the youngsters wasn't so great. Courtney was topless and Bobby was working over her nipples with his mouth. She was running her fingers through his hair, obviously loving what he was doing. I leaned back, and Su Li leaned forward again. I waited for her to lean back and demand that I do something.

But she didn't.

Instead, she watched. She watched for a long time. I thought about the possibility that, in her mind, she was watching herself with her young soldier, seventeen years past. I wondered if she was just curious about how far the kids would go. What I didn't know was that she was seeing her daughter being in control of everything. And that affected her deeply. She had always submitted to the men in her life. There hadn't been many. She almost never went out with soldiers when she got her job because she quickly learned what to expect. But there was something she liked about Jimmy. He made her feel things, so she let him in. Now she was seeing that a woman could call the shots.

And, since she wasn't blowing her top ... I just let her watch.

What I found out later was that she watched as her daughter pushed the boy away, made him lie down, and bared his adolescent penis. Then she lovingly sucked him to completion, using all the techniques I had taught her, and swallowing his spend. She watched the boy reach for the girl, and have his hands slapped away. She saw her daughter get dressed and tell the boy to get dressed too.

She wasn't stupid. She came from a foreign culture, and had a different kind of education, but she wasn't stupid. She knew what them getting dressed meant. She backed up, bumping into me, and turned around, her face just inches from mine.

"We gotta go now," she panted. "They getting dressed!"

I took her back to the kitchen and gave her another piece of cake. She was industriously eating it as her daughter pulled my son into the room.

"Mom!" said the girl, who was completely shameless. She had just engaged in oral sex, not fifty feet from her mother, but showed no sign of it at all. Bobby's eyes were still glazed, but he just got himself some cake. "You're going to get fat if you keep eating that kind of thing!"

I got my first glimmer of how submissive Su Li was when she looked up at her daughter, then away, and finally pushed the plate away from her.

"Nonsense," I said. "We've already decided she's going to get me in shape. I'm going running with her tomorrow."

Su Li looked at me in surprise. She had told me about her running, but we had made no such pact.

"She can have all the cake she wants," I said. I leaned forward and pushed the plate back towards Su Li. She picked up her fork and took a tentative bite.

"Oh really?" said Courtney, sounding like she was about to argue. She looked at me and I whipped my stiff fingers across my throat, signaling her to knock it off. She blinked and then, thankfully, subsided. "Well, I'm ready to go home. Are you ready to take me?"

Su Li stood up, abandoning the rest of her cake. She was blushing again, her eyes looking everywhere.

"Thank you," she said, bowing to me.

"I had a wonderful time," I said. "You must come over again."

Courtney perked up at that, and I winked at her.

"I'll call you, Bobby," said Courtney, looking dead in my eyes. I nodded. Bobby made a noncommittal sound around the chocolate cake he was eating.

Courtney had my cell phone number, and she used it half an hour later.

"What's going on?" she hissed into the phone.

"You left your diary lying around. That's what's going on," I hissed back.

There was dead silence. Then "Shit!" was followed by "Hold on!"

She was back within half a minute.

"It's gone!"

"Your mother has it," I said. "She showed it to me at the dance."

"Oh shit," moaned Courtney. "We are so busted."

"She thinks you're doing all that with Bobby," I said. "She thinks the two of you should get married."

"Really?" I heard interest in that question, rather than panic. I found that very interesting.

"Have you two talked about anything like that?"

Her barked laughter was cut off quickly. "He'd freak completely out if I said anything about marriage," she said.

"Am I to believe you don't find that concept completely foreign?"

"Look, Mister G," she said softly. "What I do with you is for fun, and I really love it. But I'm not in love with you. I do love Bobby. Or at least I think I do. What do I know? I know how young I am. But I can think of about a zillion things worse than marrying Bobby Galloway."

"Well that's very interesting," I said.

"What's interesting is finding my mother in your kitchen," she said.

So I told her what had happened, including spying on them, which was when I found out what Su Li had watched through that crack in the curtains. It was also when I found out about Su Li's submissive nature. It was something her daughter had tried to break her of for years. Instead, Courtney managed to put herself in the position of being the dominant member in the family. She was fully aware of this, and did not take advantage of it, normally. When she called the shots, she tried to call them with the family’s best interests in mind.

But she knew she could control her mother, under most circumstances.

"Well I like her," I said, during a period of silence.

"Is that why you said you two needed to get together again?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to fuck her?" asked my teenaged lover, blowing my mind. I stuttered a bit before being able to make a response.

"I hadn't really thought that far ahead," I said.

"I've been trying to get her to date for years," said her daughter.

"I just think she's a nice woman," I said.

"You're a horny old man," said Courtney. "I know how crazy I make you. And I know how much my mother and I look alike."

"What do you want me to say?" I asked. "You want me to tell you I'm gunning for your mother?"

"I wouldn't mind that much ... if it was you," said Courtney, once again reducing me to abject silence.

I think she was letting me sweat, when she suddenly hissed "I think she's coming. Bye!"

And with that her line went dead.

I didn’t know what to do, except wait to see if Courtney came over the next day. Of course she didn't. And I had to wait two more days before she breezed in and sat down as if she owned the place.

"She snuck my diary back where I hide it," she said without any hint of worry. "She said Bobby's nice, and so are you."

"Wow," I said.

"Then she asked me if I needed to go to the doctor and get the pill."

I swallowed hard.

"So we have an appointment next week."

"Wow," I said again.

"Yeah. I think it worked out really well," she said.

It was quiet for a while.

"So what now?" I asked.

She looked at her watch.

"I have to wait two more weeks, and I can get my brains fucked out again," she said, straight faced.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" I asked.

"I think it's a great idea," she said.

"What about your mother?" I asked. "Isn't she saying anything else about all this?"

"She wants to," said Courtney. "But I keep talking about other things. You should invite her over again. Or on a date or something."

"You want her to come over and watch you with Bobby again?" I asked in disbelief.

"It worked last time ... didn't it?"

"I have no idea!" I groaned. "You know your mother better than I do."

"Well, according to you, she wanted to do something about us, until she watched me suck his ... well, you know. And she could have made a big deal about the diary, but she decided not to. So yeah ... I guess letting her see us was good, somehow. Not that we let her see us, but you know what I mean."

"I have no idea what you mean," I sighed. "But you're the one calling the shots here, and I'll go with your judgment."

She smiled brightly. "Thank you. You treat me as if I actually have a brain. That's one of the reasons I love letting you fuck my brains out."

"Do you think it's a good idea to keep doing that?" I asked.

"Absolutely," she said. "Especially since I'm going on the pill."

"I think we might have crossed the line about cheating on Bobby," I said.

"I know," she said, shrugging. "But I kind of think of you as a package deal now."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Not at all," she said. "I'm ready for the next step with Bobby, so I'm really glad about the pill thing."

"Is that what you meant in your diary entry?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes. What did you think I meant?"

It was my turn to shrug. "I don't know. The first thing I thought was that you were thinking about having a baby or something."

She laughed. "In your dreams, Mister G."

"Good," I said. "You're too young to be having any babies."

"I know that," she said. "So ... you gonna ask my mom out?"

"Your mom is worried about you," I said. "What we need to do is address that issue."

"And we will if she sees that Bobby and I are not doing anything stupid," she said.

"This is getting complicated," I said.

"No it's not," she said. "Take my mom to dinner. Call us when you're on the way home, and when you get here, we'll have a show all set up for her."

"You're going to tell Bobby about this?" I asked.

She laughed again. "No way! He couldn't keep a secret like that. I'll just let Bobby be Bobby. I know what to expect from him and, thanks to you, I know how to make him behave."

And, just like that, we planned Su Li's next ambush.

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