Christ! He hoped he hadn't offended her!

But Belinda grinned.

"Only with boys I like," she said.

"Oh, wow!"

"But I kind of like you, Tommy," she added.

Tommy felt as if were dreaming.

Belinda frowned then and looked thoughtful.

She said, "The trouble with my mom going out like she does, is I never know what time she's going to come home. So we don't dare fool around here, you know? She'd be mad if she caught me screwing – even though she does."

Tommy started to speak but his throat was as tight as his cock and the words stuck. He took a deep breath and tried again, croaking hoarsely, "Maybe I could come keep you company while you baby-sit, huh?"

"Maybe. I don't know if the Jenkinses would like that, though. I never baby-sat for them before."

"Well…"

"You want me to phone you if it's okay?"

"Sure," he said.

He imagined himself sitting by the telephone, sweating and steaming, his prick like a bar of steel.

Belinda moved closer. She rested her golden head against his shoulder. Tommy hesitated, then put his arm around her, drawing her even closer.

Her hand was on his thigh, just above the knee.

Tommy was numb with expectation. Only his cock and balls seemed to have any feeling in them and it was a moment before he realized that her hand was there.

He watched, fascinated, as that delicate little hand moved up his taut thigh.

He was hypnotized by that slow, steady progress.

She rubbed almost up to his crotch. She paused. Her hand moved back down towards his knee.

Tommy sat very still.

Belinda giggled impishly and her hand crept back up his leg. He knew that she was teasing him. Maybe she was a cock-teaser, after all. But he sure as hell was not about to make any objections.

Then her hand cupped his crotch. Tommy gasped. "Ohhhh!" Belinda squealed. She squeezed gently.