“So do I. I love doing it. Do you get off?”
“Yeah, I learned how,” my daughter replied.
“Do you think about anything when you do it?” Kiersten asked.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“If I was going to do it right now, I'd think about your dad.”
“You mean about how nice his cock felt in your hand?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah. And how awesome it would be if he was licking me.”
“Your pussy, you mean?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah, I bet I'd cum so hard,” Kiersten sighed.
“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” my daughter asked
“No. Have you?”
Jamie was quiet.
“Have you? Oh my God, you have! Who was it?”
“I can't tell you.”
“Jamie! You're my best friend. Best friends are supposed to tell each other when stuff like that happens! Now who was he?”
“I really can't tell you. We'd get in so much trouble,” my daughter said.
“Jamie, this is me you're talking to. You know, your best friend? The one who just gave your father half a handjob, remember? You have to tell me. Was it a k** at school?”
“No.”
“A teacher?”
“Ewww, God no!” Jamie whispered. “Look, I just can't tell you, okay?”
There was silence for a moment, and then Kiersten said, “I wish I could get a guy to lick my pussy.”
I was lying there in my bed listening to this. My daughter, with whom I've been having wild sex, and her best friend, a young Phoebe Cates look-alike (but with bigger boobs and meaty, puffy pussy lips!) were down the hall, both with nothing on their delicious bodies except for thin shirts, discussing cunnilingus. My erection wasn't going down any time soon, even though Jamie had come perilously close to revealing our secret.
Kiersten said, “Jamie, I want you to be honest with me. When we were in your dad's room and I was touching him, I said about how his penis was hard but felt soft at the same time. You almost sounded like you knew what I was talking about. You said something along the lines of, 'I know. It's cool.' How would you know how it feels?”
I held my breath, waiting for Jamie to answer. Dead silence. Finally, Kiersten said, “You've touched it, haven't you?”
Oh, shit.
“Jamie! You have! You've played with it! Did he have an orgasm?”
I strained to hear my daughter's answer. I imagined that I heard police sirens coming, but I heard nothing from Jamie's room.
“You jerked your dad off, didn't you?”
“Kiersten, please, you can't tell anybody. You just can't!”
“Why would I tell? I think it's cool. I think it's great. I'm jealous,” Kiersten said.