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Old 09-17-2008, 05:08 AM   #15
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Five minutes later Morgan was locking and checking the laundry room door. Instantly she knew what Craig was up to in the time they were outside. Earlier, when she had gone to the bathroom the camera was gone, but now it was back again. Again she teased as she entered the bathroom section with her bikini still on. In the shower found herself incredibly aroused. What if Mr. Ely could see her now, leaning back against the shower wall, suds running down her body, fingers jammed deep inside herself trying to recapture the fullness of last night.


An hour later Craig was thanking God as his computer spewed forth video of young wet Morgan dropping her towel. The resolution was so fine he could see the beads of water on her back and perfect little ass. Then she turned around. He could see everything, absolutely everything. And when she reached up to dry her hair with her towel her legs spread just a bit, enough so he could make out her tiny cunt lips. A few moments later he would forget all about that ‘long distance' shot as she grabbed her hair dryer and moved in front of the mirror to blow dry. The mirror, of course, was right behind the laundry basket. Morgan's virgin little pussy was only inches from the camera, close enough he could count every hair, see every fold. Craig came as he imagined her scent, her taste.


Right on time the doorbell rang at the Driscoll household. Morgan turned and watched Mr. Ely drive off after giving her a lift the five blocks over. Mr. Driscoll opened the door and smiled when he saw her.


"Sorry I'm late Mr. Driscoll. I almost forgot", she apologized.


"Oh, don't be sorry Morgan, you're right on time. Come on in."


When Morgan entered little Joey came running over on cue to great her with a big hug. As she kneeled to hug him she noticed how Mr. Driscoll maneuvered himself around to the front of her. But there would be no ‘show' today as she only had a high collar tee-shirt on, but geez, just how much can a girl do in twenty four hours? Then Mrs. Driscoll called her into the kitchen.


"Morgan," Mrs. Driscoll paused as though she were about to reveal a secret, "Now you can say no if you want to and don't feel bad about it if you do but we were hoping it wouldn't be a problem with you."


Morgan was dumbfounded. "Umm, what?"


"Relax, it's nothing really," She continued. "But my father is here. He had a stroke a few weeks ago and he's been living here."


"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Morgan consoled.


"It's okay dear, we've gotten used it. It's been easier than I thought.."


"Your Mom must be very upset." replied Morgan.


Mrs. Driscoll gave a slight chuckle, "Oh no, they've been divorced since I was a kid. He had cheated many times. He was born a playboy and never remarried, too busy carousing with the woman even now at his age, well up until a few weeks ago. It's kind of sad to see him in this state. But there is no need to worry, Herbert, my dad, just sits in his bed and stares at the TV. He doesn't talk and can't even recognize that his own daughter is talking to him."


"Gee, I don't know"


"Like I said, it will be okay if you say no, but really, you won't even know he is here. And you have our cell if you need anything. Unless we help him he doesn't budged."


Morgan shrugged her shoulders, "I guess so."


Mrs. Driscoll broke into a huge smile, "Oh thank you dear. We had a nurse here for a weeks but insurance ran out so we haven't been able to get out much as you can imagine. We'll be back by nine, I promise."


"It's no problem Mrs. Driscoll, take your time."


Morgan was glad to see them go and was happy to enjoy the company of a simple two year old.


"Are you gonna turn out like all other men?" She asked little Joey.


Joey just smiled and took off running. Morgan chased after.


By seven Morgan was tucking little Joey into bed. She gave him a kiss and partially shut his door as she left. As she made her way down the hall she peeked in on Herbert. Just as Mrs. Driscoll said he was sitting, eyes glued on Alex Trebek as he introduced three new contestants. She sighed and wondered how the brain could change someone so much. Then she grabbed a Coke from the fridge and plopped on the couch with the phone. For the next 45 minutes she gabbed with Darsey and finally agreed to come back over for a sleepover. Morgan really just wanted to get back to her own bed and just sleep.


Just as Morgan hung up the phone she heard Joey whimpering from down the hall. She jumped up and checked on him. A few soothing words and he was back to sleep in no time.


Again she made her way past Herbert's room. She stopped and looked in again. He was still staring at the TV unmoved. Intrigued, Morgan quietly entered the room. Still he didn't look at her or even budge.


She waved her hand and meekly announced "Hi, Mr. umm Herbert, I'm Morgan." No response. She moved around the side of the bed and stared at his face. He seemed so intent on the TV that it didn't even seem that there was anything wrong with him, and even though just a few months ago he was chasing the ladies he would never again. Again she called his name, this time louder but still nothing.


Morgan looked up at the TV. "Hmm, Wheel of Fortune, you like that show? It's kinda okay, but I never get the puzzles."


After watching the show for a minute she grabbed the remote from the bottom of the bed. "How about some MTV?" She went to change the channel but accidentally turned the TV off.


She looked back at him, "Oops, sorry..." His gaze just went unfocused. When she clicked the TV back on his eyes returned to the TV.


"The TV really does keep you company, eh?" She changed the channel to MTV where an episode of ‘Real World' drama was playing. She looked back at Herbert. He was still staring at the TV but with even less intent than before.


"Guess you like the bright lights and all the bells and bings." She looked back at the TV. She hadn't seen this episode. "You won't mind if I watch for a minute, just till the next commercial." She knew he didn't mind. Even if he did he wouldn't say anything.


A minute later came the standard hot tub scene after the night at the bars. As usual Rachel and Johanna were fighting over some guy and both came out in the skimpiest of bikinis. Morgan could only wish she had a body like Rachel's.


When Morgan peeked back at Herbert she noticed his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the screen. Morgan looked back at the two vixens on the TV, then back at Herbert. Oh, he was staring alright, with luster. Suddenly a commercial came on. When she looked back at Herbert his eyes were half closed again. Morgan chuckled, "Once a ladies man, always a ladies man." Then she pouted. "So am I just chopped liver then, eh Herbert?" She stood up. "Herberrrrrt" His eyes remained glues to the set. "Hmph, Guess I should remember to bring my bikini next time." She switched the TV back to his game show.


Morgan almost jumped when she heard the garage door start to open. Quickly she ran out of Herbert's room and cleaned up what little mess she left. Fifteen minutes later Mr. Driscoll was dropping her back off at Darsey's house. When she got out of the car she counted her money and was dismayed to see the much smaller tip than usual. "Geez Mr Skimpy," She thought to herself, "sorry if you didn't get to see down my shirt tonight." But with five thousand dollars in her closet there wouldn't be much need to baby-sit anymore.


Morgan was exhausted but she managed to stay up until after midnight with Darsey watching all sorts of crap on TV. Mr. Ely, of course, was extra attentive to her but they didn't see much of him since they hung out mostly in Darsey's room. The one time she did run into him in the kitchen he was unable disguise a ‘total go over and removal of clothes' with his eyes. Immediately afterwards he disappeared to his room.


Around 1 a.m. Morgan was almost asleep as the girls sat on the floor of Darsey's room with empty bowls of ice cream and popcorn watching TV. She hadn't even noticed what Darsey was watching anymore. Heck, she even missed the end of ‘SAW', despite all the killing and violence. When the TV came back into focus she had to shake her head to make sure what she was seeing, two woman making out.


"What are you watching Dars?"


Darsey blushed for a moment. "Oh it's the L Word"


"The what word?"


"L Word. It's an HBO series a kinda soap opera but all the women are gay. It's really an intense show, I mean about all the relationships."


"You always watch it?"


"I dunno, I kinda got hooked on it. Not cause the lezzy stuff but it's just a good show, gets real serious."


Morgan tried to watch but it seemed as confusing as the long winded narration Darsey tired to give to explain. She was intrigued however when the two woman were in bed. "Just how do two women do it?" she thought. However it was, they certainly portrayed it quite erotically. When the scene had returned to some ‘normal' conversations Morgan climbed up into Darsey's queen size bed. Ever since they were little they always slept in the same bed. It was different for girls though, sleeping in the same bed didn't bother them as it would the boys. "Okay, it looks like a good show. Stop explaining. I'm going to sleep." A moment later Morgan rolled on her side and was fast asleep.


Morgan didn't know what time it was when she woke but it was pitch black. For a second she had to remember where she was. Was the bed shaking? Then she heard a soft moan from the other side of her. Geezus, was Darsey doing what she thought she was doing? Then she noticed Darsey's heavy breathing. Yep she was. Whoa.


Morgan didn't know what to do. She wasn't about to say anything and embarrass Darsey but this was so weird. Not only that, she felt cramped on her side and needed to change positions. In fact she had to move her arm just a bit right now. After that Darsey stopped moving. Then Darsey rolled on her side and two girls lie back to back. A moment kater Morgan rolled comfortably onto her back but her left hand accidentally landed on Darsey's hip. For some reason or other she left it there.


"Morg, you awake? Morgie?"


Darsey laid in fear that Morgan would answer her whispering call. Because if she did, then she was awake, and if she was awake then she'd know that she was doing, masturbating. That would be THE single most embarrassing moment in her life. But the ‘L Word' was too good tonight. On the show she had watched Bette having an affair with a woman that she seduced in a New York City night club. It was just too fucking hot. She had almost made herself cum recalling how they had so seductively stripped each other clothes off, ran their hands over each other and kissed. But she had stopped just short of orgasm because she thought she Morgan was waking up. So she sighed and rolled on her side knowing that she could finish her fantasy after Morgan left in the morning. Then she felt Morgan roll as well and thought that, well, that maybe she was awake now.


But there was no reply. Darsey lie silent listening to Morgan's steady breathing. She whispered again, and again there was no response. Knowing how tired Morgan seemed earlier it was no surprise that she was deep asleep. It also wasn't a surprise that she could feel the heat from Morgan's hand through the sheets on her hip. There was no doubt that Morgan had become a gorgeous girl. She would break many hearts, both men and women's. It was just yesterday that she thought this, in the hot tub. It wasn't fair that Morgan could look so good. Suddenly the TV fantasy returned to her, but this time Bette wasn't closing herself in the hotel room with the woman, she was in the room with Morgan. The older woman had seduced Morgan and was stripping her clothes off, touching her body, kissing her lips. Darsey couldn't stop her left hand from sliding between her legs and allowed her other to touch Morgan's hand. She did this with barely a motion, smooth and light as possible.


Morgan felt shivers run through her body the moment that Darsey hand glided over hers. Despite the incredibly awkward feeling she didn't move, trying her best to feign sleep. It became even weirder when Darsey let go and slowly begin to push the covers out from under her hand. Just as her hand felt the soft material of sweat pants, that too began to move. Her hand now resting on the warm flesh of Darsey's bare hip, Morgan's heart began to race as the sensation of warmth flowed through her. Again she controlled her breathing as Darsey once again lie motionless, listening to her.


Darsey couldn't remain motionless for long as the fingers on her left hand was already pulling wetness from between her legs. Her fantasy was in full flight and the combination of Morgan's hand on her bare hip only fueled the need to bury her fingers inside her and release that incredible feeling. The orgasm, which she only recently become acquainted with, not so oddly coincided with her first viewing of the L Word. But this was awkward. Not the situation, but her position. She needed to roll on her stomach or her back, both of which she found could stimulate a different kind of orgasm. Tonight, however, it was obvious which way she would roll.


Morgan could feel Darsey's body begin to rock slightly. She then felt Darsey do something she wasn't really expecting. Ever so slowly she could feel Darsey shifting to roll on her back, but as she did so she held Morgan's hand still. Morgan could feel the soft skin slide under her fingers as Darsey rolled. Down her hip and finally coming to rest on stomach, no actually it was below her stomach. Was that really pubic hair that her fingers rested in?


The two young teens now lie side by side on their backs.


After all the moving Darsey lie motionless once more, praying that the shifting had not woken her friend. Again convinced, she slipped her fingers back between her slightly spread legs and into her wetness. This time, however, her masturbating hand rested next to Morgan's. Her other hand slid under her sleep shirt and she began to caress her own breasts. Normally she would fantasize about herself being with one of the women from the show but this time it was Morgan and that was somehow hotter. Of course the sensation of Morgan's hand on her probably had something to do with it. But how would she do it? How would Bette make love to Morgan? She knew they would be rolling passionately in the bed, naked, sheets flying as they kissed madly. Breasts touching, yes, then she would kiss down her body. Morgan's back would arch when she took her small breast into her mouth.


Morgan could feel herself getting extremely wet as the girl next her writhed and moaned softly. She could feel muscles in Darsey's body tighten as she continued to masturbate, her body rising slightly as she extended and contracted the muscles in her legs and butt. Morgan desperately wanted to touch herself as she could feel her nipple stiffen and the folds of her sex began to swell. Then she felt her hand being forced further down between Darsey's legs and pressed firmly against the hot wetness. She actually had her hand between another girls legs. Then a hand cupped hers and began to force her finger within the slippery folds.


Darsey pushed Morgan's finger inside her and then buried her own as well. She felt it coming, all was good. She removed her hand from under her shirt and moved it under the sheets and over Morgan's bare leg. How warm and wonderful. Yes, Bette would be on top of Morgan as they made love, pressed hard together moving towards orgasm. Bette would start to moan loudly as she came, as they both came. No it wasn't Bette at all, it was her, she was fucking her best friend.


Morgan felt Darsey's body buckle and knew she was having an orgasm. She didn't know how Darsey would ever expect her to sleep though all this as Darsey's was rubbing herself furiously now and her breathing short, choppy and loud. Darsey was squeezing her leg so hard it almost hurt, but it didn't, it felt incredible. So great in fact that she allowed herself to slide her own finger inside herself. She knew Darsey wouldn't notice. She wanted to cum so badly but even as the thought came to her Darsey let go of her leg and relaxed with a staggering sigh. A few minutes later Darsey carefully put her hand on the bed next to her and then rolled on her side away from her. Shortly after that Morgan rolled on her side, balling her hands under her chin. She could still feel the slight stickiness on her finger and unconsciously moved her hand to her face. She thought she would be grossed out by the smell, but it was different. It was sex, girl sex. That was the last thought she had before she fell asleep.


The next morning Morgan woke alone in the bed. Actually it was the hair dryer that woke her. Darsey was already up, showered and dressed. When she finally climbed out of bed she was presented with a long with a list of things for them to do today. But all she wanted to do was go home and sleep some more. A day of absolutely nothing and nobody. Damn she still had a report to work on for School tomorrow.


An hour later Morgan shut and locked the front door of her house and crashed on the couch. Finally some peace and quiet. She crashed on the couch without another thought of Arthur, Ted, Charles, Mr. Ely, or Darsey.


The quiet ended at 2pm when Morgan's mother came in from the garage. She of course bitched on how messy the house was and wasn't it supposed to be Morgan's job to keep it clean? That was how she was earning her $15 weekly allowance. She didn't want to lose out on that money now, did she?


Things actually cooled down a bit after that as her Mom apologized for being grumpy. She had a late night and really just needed a shower now. After she left the room Morgan realized how little her mom knew of what was going on, typically clueless, but she loved her nonetheless. Her mom did sleep around quite a bit when in between boyfriends and was probably considered easy. She was quite open about sex, perhaps too open. Heck, she'd probably help her get on the pill if she asked. She doubted though that her mom wouldn't just drop dead if she knew what her innocent little daughter had been up to this weekend. When her mom came back downstairs Morgan was working on her paper at the kitchen table. Again she apologized and wanted to make amends for being gone most of the weekend.
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