Chapter 2

Connie hoped to sneak into the house without either of her guardians being any the wiser. But as luck would have it, Alice Hudd was waiting up for the college freshman. After noting the disarray of Connie’s attire and the wrinkles in her panty hose, the attractive redheaded woman only asked if the girl had had a good time, then went to bed. But the next morning Brian Hudd quizzed the student at breakfast.

“I hear you broke your curfew.” At twenty-five, a year older than his wife, Brian stood six-foot-two, had dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was of a rugged cut, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and muscular limbs.

“I just forgot to keep track of the time,” Connie mumbled, not daring to look the handsome man in the face. Something about Brian exuded sensuality even dressed in his three-piece suit, and since the beginning of the term, Connie often found him wandering into her most intimate daydreams.

“Your parents will be disappointed in you if I report this,” he admonished. The intonation in his voice implied he knew more than he was letting on. He took a last gulp from his coffee mug and lowered it to the table.

“Do we have to tell them?” Connie asked, still keeping her eyes lowered. After her morning shower, she had brushed her teeth twice and gargled a half-dozen times, but she could still taste the headiness of Paul’s hot cock and sweet cum on her breath. Even seven hours later, she was afraid the Hudds would notice it too. They were both nice people, but she didn’t want to consider the consequences if they discovered she had stripped naked last night in the front seat of her date’s car and had sucked him off while he finger-fucked her snatch. It seemed bizarre now, but she had fallen asleep with most of her hand tucked into her slippery little quim while she mulled over all of the things Paul and she might have done if she hadn’t had to go home. Just the thought of having his big dick stuffed inside her made Connie tingle all over.

“I suppose in lieu of placing a call to them, we could ground you for a few days,” Brian offered.

Connie forced herself to meet his gaze as the good-looking man stood his ground on the other side of the kitchen table. Her eyes lingered on the noticeable bulge in his trousers for a moment before they reached his face. She had seen Brian reduced to just his pajama bottoms with his sinewy chest fully bared and his genitals free to shift about beneath the thin cotton. The way the base of his fly was plumped out now was almost as intriguing. She wondered if Brian was as well hung as Paul, then scolded herself for being sidetracked. A call to her parents might mean the end of her college education—not to mention no more dates with the handsome sophomore—and here she was trying to mentally undress her host. “Please, ground me,” she implored.

“We’ll see,” Brian said as his eyes washed over the small blonde’s perky frame. He adjusted his tie, gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek, then hurried out the door to his car.

That night the Hudds had a lodge dinner and dance to attend. When they were both dressed, they came downstairs and loitered around the living room where Connie was busy with her studies. That seemed as odd as the looks they exchanged. Presently the doorbell rang, and Alice went to answer it. When she came back, a pretty girl about Connie’s age and stature was with her.

“This is Brenda Alameter. Connie Martin. Brenda is going to be staying with you while we are out for the evening, Connie,” Alice explained with a nod in her husband’s direction.

It took a few moments for what Alice was saying to register with the petite blonde. When the full impact hit, her cheeks burned with shame. “You got me a babysitter?” She gasped. She couldn’t believe the Hudds had done such a thing. The saucy brunette with her short cropped hair and oval face was at best a year older than Connie was.

“I have no idea what you were doing out past midnight,” Brian said as he helped his wife on with her coat, “but I know from speaking to the chaperones that you left the party last night in plenty of time to be home at eleven. Alice says you weren’t exactly presentable when you came in. You agreed to being grounded as opposed to my calling your parents. Since we had already accepted an invitation for this evening, and considering your disrespect for your parents’ wishes, it seemed our only alternative was to hire a babysitter. If you’re going to act like a child, you should be treated like one. If you would rather Brenda go home, I’ll make that call.”