Thumper's Friend Part 1 (14 page)

     
“I’m waiting for Mrs. Murphy,” she said.
 
Her ears were very sensitive to the sounds from the bedroom over their heads.
 
Instead, she heard the bedroom door open and footsteps coming down the stairs.
 
She let out another breath.
 
Sneaking around like this could quickly wear on a person.

     
“Are you going out shopping?”
Kiva
asked.
 
She opened the refrigerator.

     
“That sounds like something we might do,” Theresa answered as a way of stalling.
 
She saw Colleen enter the kitchen before the girls did.
 
Her hair was down and face was glowing.
 
She was radiating sexuality like a beacon on a light house.
 
Scott was right behind her, smiling broadly.

     
“Hi, Mom,”
Kiva
said.
 
“Who’s this?”

     
“Scott?” Casey said, looking at him with wide eyes and a confused expression.

     
Theresa watched her daughter with concern.
 
Casey looked at Colleen, then her own mother, then back at Scott.
 
Sudden realization dawned on her face.
 
Theresa knew that her daughter had immediately figured out what had been going on.

     
“Hi, Casey,” Scott said.

     
“Do you know him?”
Kiva
asked.

     
“He’s my friend,” Casey said, grinning at him dreamily.
 
Scott smiled back.

     
“Scott, this is my daughter,
Kiva
,” Colleen said.

     
“Hello,” Scott said.

     
“Hi,”
Kiva
grinned sheepishly.

     
“He came over to help me, uh, move some furniture,” Colleen said quickly.
 
She went over to stand next to Theresa.
 
“Where have you girls been?” Theresa looked at her friend with surprise.
 
She could distinctly smell Scott’s cum on her breath.

     
“We went to the park,”
Kiva
said, no longer interested in the furniture moving.
 
Casey, however, stayed quiet and watched Scott and her mother and
Kiva’s
mother.

     
“Did you meet anyone there?”

     
“No.
 
We just walked around by the water.”

     
Scott leaned against the refrigerator.
 
He was just as interested in the situation as Casey.
 
Seeing the discomfort on both women’s faces amused him.
 
Casey and Scott silently shared a laugh with each other across the kitchen.
 
Kiva
carried on the conversation with her mother, totally unaware of what had proceeded between the other three women in the room and Scott.

     
He could see the resemblance
Kiva
shared with her mother, just as Casey resembled her mother.
 
Kiva
was taller than Casey, mostly by her long legs, which filled her jeans.
 
Her chest swelled out the front of her shirt, just as the front of her mother’s blouse was stretched by her chest.
 
They both had long, dark hair and dark, mysterious eyes.
 
It was almost as if they were sisters.

     
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Scott said.
 
“But it’s about time for me to get back home.
 
Could you give me a ride back to my car, Mrs. Turner?” Scott said.

     
Theresa looked like she didn’t understand for a moment,
then
jumped up.
 
“Right,” she said.
 
“I have to give you a ride.”

     
“Didn’t you drive here?”
Kiva
said, holding a jug of milk.

     
“No.
 
She picked me up,” he told her.
 
She nodded and put the jug back in the refrigerator.
 
She may not have understood or even believed him, but he didn’t care.

     
“Do you want to ride home with us, Casey?” Theresa asked as she grabbed her purse.

     
Casey thought about it for a moment.

     
“No.
 
I’m going to stay here with
Kiva
for a little while,” she said.
 
“I’ll be home later.”

     
“Don’t be too late,” Theresa said.

     
“Goodbye,” Scott said to all of them at once.

     
“Bye,”
Kiva
said off handed.

     
“See you,” Casey said distractedly.
 
Her eyes were almost glazed over.
 
Images of what must have transpired in the house passed through her mind.

     
Colleen walked with them to the front door, right behind Scott.
 
When they were out of sight of the girls she put her hand on his ass.

     
“I hope you’ll come back,” she whispered in Scott’s ear.
 
“I might want to move that furniture again.”

     
“If you ever want anything moved, just ask me,” he said.
 
She smiled at him as they went out the door.
 
Scott and Casey’s Mom got in her car and drove away.
 
Casey and
Kiva
watched from
Kiva’s
bedroom window.

     
“He’s so cute,”
Kiva
said.

     
Casey sighed.
 
The glass in front if her fogged up.
 
“I know.”

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It was Tuesday afternoon.
 
Scott walked up the front walk to the door of
Kiva’s
house.
 
There was no car in the driveway.
 
That was a good sign.
 
He was sure Colleen’s husband would not be too thrilled to know that he was coming over to have sex with his wife.
 
He knocked and waited, watching the neighborhood.

     
The door opened and he turned back, expecting to see Colleen.
 
Instead, it was Colleen’s daughter,
Kiva
.
 
She looked even cuter than he remembered.

     
“Yes?” the girl said.

     
“Is your Mom home?” Scott asked.

     
She shook her head.
 
“No.”

     
Scott nodded, although he felt terribly disappointed.
 
He didn’t know what to say.
 
It was a little awkward that Colleen’s daughter knew he had stopped by to see her.
 
She was liable to let her father know and he might be suspicious.
 
He had to say something.

     
“I guess I’ll stop by later,” he said.

     
“Do you want to come in?”
Kiva
said just as he turned to leave.

     
She opened the screen door.
 
Scott went in and she started ahead of him down the hallway to the kitchen.
 
He watched her curiously and smiled.
 
She was swinging her hips like a hooker looking for a trick.

     
Kiva
looked innocently sexy, a quality he found to be entirely irresistible, in a short black cotton skirt, a gold string necklace in her cleavage, and a skimpy tan-colored tank top without a bra.
 
She had long, luscious bare legs that disappeared just under the hem of the skirt.
 
Her long, straight, dark hair hung down to the middle of her back.
 
Her tits stretched out the front of the tank top and her erect nipples threatened to poke holes through the thin material.
 
The top barely veiled her young breasts, hinting enticingly at how they might look and feel.
 
They jiggled when she walked and he could see the excited points of her nipples.

     
She got to the kitchen and moved behind the counter.
 
On the counter was a can of Coke, an open bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass with ice in what looked like a mixture of the two.

     
“What’s going on here?” Scott said.

     
“I’m having a drink.
 
What does it look like?”

     
“Aren’t you a little young for that?”

     
“Don’t patronize me.”

     
“But it’s true, don’t you think?”

     
“I can drink,”
Kiva
insisted with a menacing look.
 
“They just won’t let me.”

     
“Don’t let me stop you.”

     
She raised the glass and drank.
 
“Do you want some?”

     
“I prefer mine straight,” Scott smiled.
 
She smiled back sarcastically.
 
She grabbed an empty glass, poured about two inches of JD into it and handed it to him.
 
Without taking his eyes from hers, Scott raised the glass and drank it in one gulp.
 
He set the glass gently on the counter.
 
Kiva
looked like she wasn’t entirely satisfied.

     
“More?” she asked.

     
He shook his head.
 
“That’s not what I came here for.”

     
Kiva
drank hers.
 
“What did you come here for?”

     
“I thought your Mom might need help with her furniture,” he said.
 
Kiva
laughed and sipped her drink.

     
“Casey told me she had sex with you.”

     
She caught him off guard, but he stayed as cool as her.
 
“What of it?” he said.
 
He leaned on the counter.

     
She set her glass down,
then
raised her dark eyes to his.
 
“Do you want to have sex with me?”

     
“Why should I want something like that?”

     
Kiva
sat on the stool.
 
“Because you’re dying to have me.”

     
Scott’s eyebrows went up.
 
This girl wasn’t as innocent as he thought.
 
She was more like a devious thirty four year old woman.
 
The differences between Casey and her friend
Kiva
were drastic indeed.

     
“I know why you were here yesterday,” she continued, looking at him slyly.
 
“You weren’t here to move furniture.”

     
“You don’t think so?”

     
She nodded.
 
“I know what my Mom does when she brings guys home.
 
I know what my Dad does, too, when he goes to work with his girls.
 
They even know what I do when I go out with boys.”