Chapter 2 Making Her Hot Early Ii

• "I never really get a chance to be alone with her. Except for like today when we came to your house," he said. Now it was my eyes that grew a little. Wait a minute...no way. Well...damn. The more I thought about it the hornier I got. I found myself getting turned on by the notion of watching these kids go at it there at my place. I thought I should probably be disturbed by the thought, but my cock was hardening more and more just thinking about it.
• "Okay, look, here's the deal. If you promise to let me get things lined up... and oh, yeah...under all circumstances, absolutely don't tell a soul, ever...then I'll see what I can do to get things moving with her . . . in a few days here at my house."
• "Okay. Dang! You're awesome. I won't say anything. I promise", he assured me. With that, we had found ourselves suddenly pulling into his driveway. I gave him a little grin and told him to 'have fun' just before he shut the door and headed up the stairs of his front porch. As I pulled away and started driving down the road, I began to think about what I had proposed and immediately wondered if I had set myself up for a bad situation.
• I waffled back and forth a little, but in the end, the vision of Abby's hot little bare ass bouncing up and down on the handsome boy's hard-on won me over. I had to laugh a little at the fact that I sensed a little jealousy in myself at this little goober nailing that hot piece of tween ass instead of me...and the fact that he'd get laid when he was freaking sixteen years old when I didn't get a piece 'till I was twenty.
• Whoa! Did I just catch myself feeling jealous because it would be him instead of me? Yep...that's right. Well, so it was. In fact, I must admit that after I made it home, I wasted little time in hopping in bed and jerking off to the vision of the two naked little twerps fucking like rabbits...and I came like a geyser.
• That Friday night, it worked out that Abby came and spent the night at my place. It was a practice that happened with regularity before Annie died; and they continued allowing her to do so after Annie's death to keep me from getting lonely, I guess. I hadn't exactly made my way back to having much of an exciting social life...I just didn't have the drive for it. But I really enjoyed my time with Abby. We'd stay up late playing games and just hanging out. Plus, she did seem to have that little crush on me and I ate it up. She seemed to flirt with me more and more and I was right there with her. And, then there was the fact, of course, that she had this pajama outfit she wore that consisted of short little black shorts with 'Angel' across the ass and a little black and pink tank-top that showcased her developing little body nicely.
• She had gotten it last Christmas and wore it the first time she visited me - even in the dead of winter. I teased her about wearing something so skimpy in wintertime but she said she liked it...and well...I didn't mind the glimpses of leg I got, even if it was the legs of a girl less than half my age. I mean, hell, since Annie's accident, this was the most skin I got to see. To tell the truth, I really hadn't even thought much of it until now. And here she was - here to stay with me until I took her back home Saturday evening. I had decided to put out some feelers on what she might be up for with Michael, whom I had invited over to swim and hang out the next day.
• That night, we did the usual; getting a bite to eat and then coming back home to hang out and play games. I considered bringing up the idea of playing a little truth-or-dare to see if I could coax some 'truth' out of her, but the more I thought about it the more I worried about the game getting tangled up in a bunch of stupid 'dares', so I came up with a game of just 'truth' that involved poker hands. Each time someone lost, the other person got to ask them a question to which they had to tell the truth. I gave myself a mental pat on the back at such a good idea in the spur of the moment, and waited until Abby got into one of her devious, flirty little girl moods she seemed to work into as the nights wore on. She seemed to like the idea with even a touch of excitement about her; and I gave myself a little mental 'cha-ching' and a high-five for my successful endeavor.
• We got started. She knew how to play poker because I had taught her long ago and it was one of the games we played sometimes on her visits. When it comes to games of luck, though, I'm not so lucky; and she indeed beat me the first two hands. The first question was some inane inquiry about cheating on a test or something, but she fell into the trap a little more on her second one.
• "Do you ever look at girls' butts?" Hoping the conversation would turn this way but still a little embarrassed, I gave my honest answer. "Yeah. I guess so," I laughed.
• "You GUESS so?" she said with a cute, drawn out up speak as she glared at me with narrowed eyes and a clever grin.
• "Well, yeah...I do look at girls' butts . . . sometimes”. Then I dealt another hand. This time, I drew two-pair and came out on top.
• "Do you ever look at boys' butts?" It was pretty much an innocent, juvenile turnaround of her own question, but I needed to start by just returning her volleys for now.
• "Yeah, I guess so", she giggled, mimicking my previous response. We shared a good laugh at our embarrassing admissions, and then it was back to the game. I shuffled 'em up and dealt 'em. Wouldn't you know it...damn, she won again.
• "Do you sleep in your underwear?" she laughed. This one was a bit more embarrassing to answer. "Uh...not really". We both started laughing.
• "Not really?” she pressed, once again drawing out the words in her own little style I found so cute. I was a bit red in the face now.
• "Just my birthday suit", I exclaimed. I wasn't sure if she would know what that meant, but she did. And again, we got a good laugh. She won the next couple of hands and all her questions were of a similar nature. Finally, I felt ready to pounce with my agenda and sure enough, I won the next hand.
• "Have you ever made out with Michael?"
• "Noooo", she said. "We've never really been by ourselves."
• "Do you want to?" I asked.
• "Hey...that's two questions!" she whined. And so we played on, our questions to one another becoming more and more sexual in nature each time. First, I learned that she would like to make out with him. Not long after that, I found out that she was actually pretty curious about sex. It seems as if it had become somewhat of a recurring topic among her friends. None of them had done it yet, but they were all apparently pretty intrigued by the things going on with their bodies and their feelings towards boys. I asked her if she ever got horny around Michael and she responded with a devious little grin.