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"I'll think about it," I said.
"Okay." And she left.
Fifth day: I had come home early from the college and was sitting reading a book when Tiffany arrived home from school.
A little later, she entered my room wearing her white terrycloth robe and carrying a red tube of Ben-Gay.
"The only problem with cheerleading is that you get really sore muscles, and I have to put liniment on them when I come home from school. If you're not doing anything really important, could I persuade you to rub liniment on my legs?" she asked.
"All right." I put the book down on the bed and got up. It did not take much persuading.
"Thanks." She handed me the tube of liniment as she turned, and I followed her into her room.
She laid face down on her bed and pulled the terrycloth robe up to the backs of her knees. I straddled her feet and rubbed the liniment into her calves.
"The backs of my thighs too," she said, as she raised the robe up to the bottom of her butt.
I enjoyed that rubbing even more.
"And finally, my lower back," she said, as she raised the robe up to the middle of her back, exposing the beautiful globes of her bottom.
"Don't quote me on this, but you have the most beautiful little bottom I have ever seen," I remarked, as I spread the liniment on her lower back-which probably did not hurt at all.
"I'll bet you say that to all your girlfriends."
"I don't have any girlfriends. I just moved here, remember?"
"Then I could be your temporary girlfriend if you want. I like older men."
I was 42, which I guess classified me as "older" in her book. "I would like that," I said. "After all, I've already seen you naked-which is what boyfriends are supposed to do."
"The front of my thighs hurt a little too," she said, as she rolled over, "If you would like to put some liniment on them."
Now she was completely naked before me: a tempting little morsel with small but perfect breasts, pert little nipples, silky white skin, and a small focal point of reddish brown hair.
"I don't think your thighs hurt at all," I said. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like? I've been on the pill for a year. My boyfriend and I do it all the time, but it's not enough for me. And I told you: I like older men."
"So you're offering yourself to me-in a sexual way."
"You could say that. Mom's not going to be home for another two hours."
I closed the tube, dropped it on the bed and got up. "I'm going to have to think about that," I said, as I walked out of the room-with the tightest pants I had known in months.
"Okay...Oh, Mr. Baxter?"
I turned. "Yes?"
"I just wanted to let you know that sometimes I don't wear pajamas. I like to sleep in the nude. So if you walk past my door some morning, and I've pushed the covers off in my sleep, I hope you won't be offended."
I smiled. "I'll try not to."
Sixth day: And as chance would have it, the next two mornings when I walked by her door, the covers had been pushed off during the night, and she lay there face down and sprawled like the most tempting naked invitation in the world.
So I ask you: How long was I supposed to resist this?
Seventh day: The answer came the next night around 9:30 p.m. I could hear that Ms. Witherspoon was downstairs watching TV. I was in my pajamas in the easy chair reading a book, and little Tiffany was across the hall getting ready for bed. Ready for bed in her case meant taking off all her clothes, lying face up and propped against the pillows and looking over at me...as she masturbated.
I watched her with increasing interest for awhile, and then I thought I would show her that two could play at that game. I pulled my nearly-erect penis out of my pajamas and began to stroke it. Considering the "view" I had, it did not take long for my penis to get fully erect. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.
I got up and walked over to her room-with my penis projecting from the front of my pajamas. She was lying there with one hand covering both of her breasts, and the other hand buried in her lovely little bush.
"It looks like you do