"Me, too," said Brenda. "It'll just be a few more days, Hal. Be patient."
He'd try, but he hated the idea of his beautiful young wife working practically bare-assed among a lot of drunk lecherous males. Of course he had been drunk and lecherous when he first turned on to her, and that costume had been part of the attraction – but now things were different. She was his wife.
As Hal watched her dress, he thought again how lucky he was to have married her. She was beautiful, ten years younger than him, and she was fantastic in bed. She had a few things to learn about lovemaking, but he figured she'd be an excellent pupil. Most men would envy him.
Still he couldn't forget the fact that Brenda was not enough. He'd never been satisfied with only one woman. Brenda was great in her own way, but there was one need she couldn't fulfill, a deeply secret need which Hal had never revealed to anybody.
He couldn't help himself. He was hopelessly attracted to very young girls.
He'd hoped that by marrying, Brenda he'd get over that kinky attraction, but it hadn't worked. Much as he loved Brenda, he was already thinking about teenage girls again, slender bodies, tight adolescent cunts.
Over the years he'd satisfied his weird urge with prostitutes. He went to the better houses, asked for the very youngest girls. That way he couldn't get into trouble. Messing with ordinary girls under eighteen could lead to jail, but with hookers there was no problem.
That wasn't enough any more. He was tired of whores, tired of professionals. He wanted the real thing, a natural normal young girl, a virgin. He knew it meant big trouble, and he was doing his best to put it from his mind. He hoped Brenda would be his salvation, that their sex life would be enough for him.
He was getting that kinky urge again, however. It was crazy. Brenda was plenty young enough, ten years younger than him, yet he wanted a girl young enough to – well, to be her daughter. He didn't think of Debby, whom he considered off limits, but he did think of girls twelve and thirteen, girls just emerging from childhood. He thought of how tight their little virgin cunts would be…
Brenda was ready to leave for work. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and she'd be gone till three.
Lousy timing – he was horny again and would have loved to spend the evening in bed with her.
"Well, I'd better go now, darling," she said, kissing him. "Will you do something for me? See that Debby takes a bath. She's so glued to that TV, she forgets sometimes."
"Sure, honey," said Hal. "Do you want me to come pick you up after work?"
"No," said Brenda. "There's no need for you to get up in the middle of the night. I'll just take my old car."
Hal didn't like it. The streets were dangerous in the night. Brenda had been taking care of herself for years, though, and he supposed she could manage a few more times. He kissed her hard.
"Hurry back," he said.
She smiled and left. Hal instantly felt lost without her, aimless. He wandered into the living room where Debby was engrossed in a TV movie. He thought how childish she looked, with her snub nose and freckles and wide green eyes. She was wearing boy's jeans and a big bulky sweatshirt that completely hid her tiny tits.
"When is this program over?" Hal asked.
"About half an hour," said Debby.
She answered without taking her eyes from the screen, where a pair of young lovers were kissing passionately. Hal smiled indulgently and sat down beside her. He was supposed to get her into the bathtub, but he could let her finish watching the movie.
Debby was utterly absorbed in the show, living each moment along with the young heroine. She sighed, got wet-eyed, gasped. Then Hal noticed something else. During a particularly passionate love scene, Debby absentmindedly rubbed her crotch. When she took her hand away, he saw a little dark spot of moisture.
The kid was turned on, sexually turned on – and she was only thirteen. Hal felt a wicked flash of interest, then told himself to knock it off. She was just a kid, and she was his new stepdaughter. This was one female he had to forget about.
The movie ended, and Hal said, "You're supposed to take a bath, young lady. Strict orders from your mother."
"Oh, okay," Debby said vaguely.
She was still caught up in the movie. She walked slowly down the hall to the bathroom. She'd never taken a bath in the new house. She went to the tub and found that it had some newfangled kind of faucet with just a dial and a button. She couldn't figure out how to make it work.
"Hal," she called, "Hal, will you come here, please?"
"What's up?" he said, coming into the bathroom.
Debby giggled. "I feel dumb, but I don't know how to work this faucet. I never saw one like it before."