I started to close my eyes, but at the last second I saw her's pop open. She looked more nervous than me and tried to say something. Eventually, she settled on just giggling and 'sorry, little over-reaction there'. I smiled at her, hopefully hiding my disappointment. She smiled back.
"You must be hungry." I nodded. "Laura (my mom, but Stacy could call her by name) has a big dinner all set up for you. The chicken should be just about done."
"I smell something sweet," I whispered. Stacy blushed, but then laughed.
"Oh! Ha ha ha. I thought you meant m....No, i'm making you a cherry pie." Her face became serious, but still happy. Like a sentimental smile. "Remember when we'd sleep over at my house and i'd make pie for you?"
I smiled a smile that probably looked a lot like her's. "I remember. Cherry was always my favorite. You always were a good cook." We smiled at each other for a minute or so. God, I missed that face. For all the changes in her body, her face still had that same pretty, innocent sweetness it always had. Sometimes at night, i'd think about her and wonder how she was and what she was doing. Once or twice (or maybe more), I wondered if she was in the shower. That always made me smile, thinking about her small but, I was sure, beautiful breasts soaked with soapy water. Toward the end of my tour, I started thinking about her bending down to wash her feet, giving me a great view of 'her' butt and pussy, or them as I imagined them, anyway. I would've done anything to have actually seen her, but I only had my imagination. But now, I was back, and she was in my arms.
"Um, Jack? Your, uh.....you're...poking me."
"Huh?" I snapped back to reality, and realized i'd imagined her in the shower again. But 'poking'? How was I....?
Oh, no....
"Where...,"I started, afraid of the answer. "Where am I...poking you?"
She knew I was afraid of what she'd say, so she smiled her most reassuring, 'its ok' smile. "On the skirt." I blushed, she giggled. "You really are glad to see me, aren't you?"
I was about to start stammering for a response, but mom came in. She was surprised at what she saw. Stacy hanging on me and all. Luckilly, Stacy's leg concealed...the poker.
"Ok, you two, don't make me get the hose. Dinner should be ready, so go sit at the table and i'll bring it out."
That would've been great if I wasn't still hard. I leaned in and whispered in Stacy's ear.
"Uh, Stacy? I'm really embarassed to ask you this, but could you stay between me and mom? I don't want her to see.....well, y'know." She smiled and said she would. And she stayed between us untill we sat down. |