Hearing about Carly’s First Date

If you have not had the opportunity to read “Getting Carly Ready for Her First Date”, it makes sense to do so, but if you prefer . . . this piece can stand by itself.

The news was on the television when Carly returned home from her date with Jordan. Wyatt and Lauren her mom and dad were dying to know how their daughter’s first date went, but more importantly whether Jordan had visited and/or fondled their daughter’s young body while they were together during or after their date. Certainly this is not what most parents might be interested in, but Lauren was experimenting with ways of turning her husband on, and hearing what took place might just be what was needed.

Wyatt turned down the volume on their new 80” Smart TV, and greeted the young girl in the vestibule.

“So how did it go?” he asked casually.

“Really well,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Carly looked at her Daddy who was dressed in his thin summer robe and leather slippers. “What if I get ready for bed, take a quick shower and then come down and tell you ALL about it?” she asked.

“That sounds perfect. Mom and I went out and bought you a new pair of pajamas. Why don’t you take a quick shower and put them on, come on down and model them for us.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Carly as she climbed the stairs. As she entered her bedroom, her surprise PJ’s were laid out on her bed. She picked up the top and realized it was a Burlee pure white silk cami with a matching set of panties. On the crotch area it read, RUB ME FOR GOOD LUCK. Carly couldn’t believe how naughty the PJ set was, but it would be fun modeling it for mom and dad.

Carly soaped up her body . . . finishing up her shower and still recalling what had taken place on her first date. She slipped on her new PJ’s and looked at herself in the mirror. Her top felt great but the material was so thin, she could see her nipples through the material. The panties were less see-through then the top, but the “Rub Here for Good Luck” message certainly could be seen as an invitation and she knew those would have to be ones she kept at home and not worn at her sleepovers.

She slipped on her fuzzy slippers and navigated her way down the steps and into the den, where her parents were waiting. When she arrived, they turned off the sound on the TV and waited for her to share what had taken place.

“So tell us all about it,” her mom interjected as Carly sat in her Daddy’s chair across from the love seat where both her parents were sitting.

“Turns out ‘a little bird’ gave Jordan some ideas ahead of time, but we can talk about that later,” she began looking at her parent’s faces to see which of them might be the ‘little bird’. Not seeing or hearing any disclosures she began:

“Jordan drove over to his friend Jeremy’s house and told me he was going to join us. That kinda turned off some of my expectations of being alone with him but as it turned out, things actually got a lot hotter with Jeremy along.” Her parents sat in silence as she continued:

“We went to that big theater complex in Piqua and actually went into the theater that has the largest seating area compared to the other ones. When we entered the theatre the advertisements were showing and Jordan wanted to sit in the front row, which seemed pretty strange, but I followed him and his friend down the aisle. We worked our way over towards the center and sat down. Jordan was on one side and Jeremy on the other. You gotta know that sitting in those seats . . . the images on the screen were like king sized, being so close. I remembered being somewhat nervous and looked over my shoulder and noticed only about 10 other people in the theater . . . all sitting way towards the back. Then Jordan says:

“I know this seems a bit weird and kinky, but a “little bird” told me to try a couple of things with you, once the movie started.” “Okay”, I said, not really having any idea what he was talking about. After the previews, the lights went totally off and the movie started. Then Jordan says, “Look up at the screen like nothing is going on. I have to unbutton your blouse.” Upon hearing this, Carly’s Daddy began to have an erection as he heard his daughter continue explaining what had happened in the theater. He looked over at his wife, and she winked and smiled quickly as they continue listening to their daughter.

“I said, ‘WHAT?’ to him but he just said, “Sorry, but that’s what we are supposed to do”. As you can imagine I am like freaking out, especially when he said “we”.
It probably had to do with the fact that both boys looked to be about juniors or seniors in high school and they were both drop-dead FOXES . . . truly handsome beyond description that I decided to play along.