Guarding Dina

Another security guard told me that approach, telling me that it was surprisingly successful with the younger ones. It appeared to work this time, as well. She nodded, standing up and walking away stunned. I had wasted about fifteen minutes of my thirty minute lunch, so I hurried and finished my food, wondering the whole time if the jailbait was considering heeding my advice, or if she'd decided that she was in way over her head with me. Laughing to myself, I went back to work, being sneered at by punks near the Goth store on the second level, fawned over by the little gaggle of jailbait as I walked past the chic, trendy stores, and sneered at some more by a group of black guys all decked out in do-rags, wife-beaters, and jeans that sagged down over their asses. I almost broke out laughing again as I saw the same girl who'd propositioned me in the food court, talking in a near-hushed voice with another girl, and she still appeared shell-shocked, her whole perspective changed.

I caught up with the guy, Pete Masterson, a thirty-two year old, five-year-vet in the job, and thanked him, telling him his approach worked like a charm.

I had to ask, "But what if she tries it and decides to cross over to the dark side?"

He snickered, "It's risky, sure, but I happen to believe that every girl should have a carpet-munching experience under her belt. If nothing else, it gives her a deeper appreciation for dick, and it's great for the guy who wants a threesome with two chicks."

We shared a laugh, and then he went back into the larger room in the back where he spent most his time watching the monitors for all the cameras in every store of the mall. The room is quite impressive, and no one guard can monitor all the screens, so there are a minimum of four guards in the room during business hours. For me, it would be a pretty boring job, but the veteran guards seem to enjoy it just fine.

By the time five-thirty rolled around, I had to hurry back to clock out, which would've been simpler if not for Benjamin Yancy, my supervisor, reminding me that I was on the schedule to work this weekend. Just telling me wasn't enough for Ben, he apparently had some lecture all planned out, and he was determined to make sure I heard every word. I already hated the bastard, a pudgy, acne-scarred, middle-aged dweeb, but these lectures were always repetitive and never very informative, and made my teeth grind to have to actually listen to everything he said. Finally, I got to the time-clock and had my timecard stamped, showing me as clocked out at five-fifty.

"Mr. Yancy," I interrupted him, which irked him seriously, "I have five minutes to get to the dry cleaner or I won't have a clean uniform for tomorrow. I really have to go."

Without waiting for a reply, I rushed out of the locker room where the time-clock was located, leaving him standing there, sputtering.

I rushed directly home, having to consciously keep my foot from jamming the accelerator down to the mat. It was six-thirty when I got home, forcing me to rush through my shower, which was the opposite of the leisurely showers I normally took. By the time I was dressed and leaving, I realized that I only had ten minutes to be there. I was dying to find out why such special treatment was being lavished on myself, and being late was not an option. I pulled up to the curb in front of their home with half a minute to spare. As I got out, I saw them waiting in the driveway in front of their car, engaged in a casual conversation, and felt like a moron when I saw how they were dressed. Dina wore a short, blue dress that accentuated her curves nicely, the top being sleeveless and low-cut. She looked stunning in it, as if it'd been created just for her. Equally breathtaking was Claire, clad in a maroon, knee-length dress, with a black, shiny belt around her waist to emphasize her slightly wide hips and larger bust. I felt like an ignoramus in a simple pair of khakis and a green polo shirt. Neither of them seemed to care about me being underdressed, however, coming up the driveway to meet me. Dina gave me a big hug, squeezing me hard against her, while Claire planted a chaste kiss on my cheek and immediately laughed, using a napkin from her small purse to wipe the lipstick mark off my cheek.

Voicing my worries I lamented, "You both look stunning, and I feel like I'm wearing cutoffs and a tank-top compared to you."

They both laughed, exchanging a wink, and Claire pinched my cheek playfully, "Now don't you go worrying about it. We're just going out to dinner, not to an opera."

Still a bit embarrassed, I sighed miserably, "I should've dressed up a bit, still."

Dina grinned, "I think you look pretty spiffy. Besides, if you had dressed up more, nobody would even notice mom or me."

Incredulous, I chuffed, "Even a blind man wouldn't miss either of you!"

Claire chuckled, "I'll bet you use that line a lot, don't you?"

"No, but if it works, I might use it more often."

The steakhouse hostess goggled at how well dressed these two women were as she showed us to a table. As she gave us our menus and departed, I could barely concentrate on the menu. Just the way they were dressed got me aroused, and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as I could.

"Did anything interesting happen today?" Dina asked, and I could feel her bare foot stroking my ankle under the table.

I shrugged, "Nothing much. It crawled by. Well, my lunch break was interesting, though."

Claire took the bait, "What happened on your lunch break?"

I hesitated, "I don't know, it might make me sound a bit cruel."

"Oh, come on," Claire protested, "It can't be that bad."

"Are you sure?"

She urged, "Just tell us."

Relenting, I told them about the girl who had sat down at the table with me, and our conversation. As I talked, Dina's eyes went wide, and an unbelieving look came over her face.

"Oh no, you didn't. Did you really tell her that?"

I admitted, "I did. It's an approach I learned from a guy I work with. She was so baffled that she didn't even think to be mad at me, and that's what I was going for."

Dina laughed, "That's so bad, though! Do you think she's going to try it?"

"I don't know. If I had to make a guess, I'd say that sooner or later she will. It'll probably nag at her, wondering if she was capable of enjoying it and also not getting caught."

Claire shook her head in wonder, "You could've just turned some poor girl into a lesbian. Wouldn't that be a loss for your team, though?"

I shrugged, "I asked the guy I learned it from the same question." I told them Pete's answer.

Claire began giggling, "I bet you blew that poor girl's mind when you told her that!"

"Yeah, I think I did. But it worked, and it helped me get rid of her without really hurting her feelings, and that was my intention. I wouldn't want some upset girl figuring out what I drove and keying my truck to get back at me. It's a way to ease them off without hurting them."

Dina looked hard at me for a minute, and then pointed at me, "You know what I think? I think what you're doing has nothing to do with some pissed off little girl keying your truck."

I was a little startled that she had figured me out so quickly.

She continued, "I think you'd just hate to hurt some girl's feelings because you're such a nice guy. I think you'd feel like crap if some poor girl started crying because you rejected her. It'd eat you up inside."

Claire nodded, agreeing, "I think she's right. What you told that girl on your lunch break just proves it. If that approach had backfired, what would you have done?"

I struggled for a second before answering, "I guess I don't know. I'd just have to find some way to let her down gently."

Dina narrowed her eyes slightly at me, "And if you couldn't, you'd either have to hurt her feelings or you'd probably be screwing her just to spare her feelings."

I can't describe what I received from that look in her eyes, but I got the feeling that she didn't like that possibility too much.

I assured her, "I just couldn't do that. I have morals, believe it or not, and I would have to find another way out of it. I'd never get involved with jailbait." I didn't really mean to let the term slip out, but it was out, so that was that.

"Jailbait, huh?" Claire arched an eyebrow, "That's your name for them? Seems a bit harsh."

I winced, "Sorry, I just hear it from the other guys, and in a lot of cases it fits. I've heard of more than a handfuls of security guards getting hit with charges for going after the underage girls, and I refuse to be put in that kind of situation."

The waiter showed up and took our orders, giving me a break from this conversation for a minute, but the minute he was gone, Dina tilted her head slightly, "So...if the girl is legal, are you less inclined to turn her away?"

'Oh shit,' I thought, as I knew I was being backed into a corner on this. I took a few seconds to collect myself, and answered, "Well...Perhaps, in the past, I may have let myself be...seduced by a few. But it's not like I made it a habit, just every so often when I felt like I needed some company. It's not like I date a lot, you know."

I started thinking that I'd made a grave mistake even bringing this girl up in the first place, but here I was, probably looking like a real grease ball. I wondered if perhaps I should excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and then make a hasty exit.

Instead I waited, expecting that they were rethinking their fondness for me. Dina looked from me to her mother, and they exchanged a look that I couldn't read.

Finally looking back at me, with the barest hint of a smile, Dina asked, "And you seemed like such a nice guy. So, when you had me in that little room, and I was all weepy and scared, you were probably thinking about how you could get into my pants."

I had this strong feeling that she was toying with me, and the fact that her foot had never stopped rubbing on my leg seemed to support that. I decided that playing it honest instead of being defensive might be valuable, "That wasn't my intent. I've just always had this...state of mind. I couldn't have you just crying like that and not try to help."

"So getting in my pants was the furthest thing from your mind then?"

I replied, "Maybe it wasn't the furthest thing from my mind, but I wasn't about to take advantage of you. That's really not the kind of person I am."

Claire looked from me to her daughter, an amused half-smile on her lips. Dina grilled me some more, "Then your offer to drive me home?"

"I told you I had to try and help. What kind of person would I be if I'd just left you stranded at the mall?"

"Do you normally do things like that, offering rides to complete strangers?"

I shook my head, "Not usually. But you seemed really upset, and those girls did leave you there. It felt like the right thing to do."

The waiter interrupted us, setting plates of fragrant food on the table in front of us. We fell to eating, the conversation on hold for a few minutes at least, which I was thankful for. I really wanted them both to think more highly of me, and I was a little afraid that I'd fallen short of that. I realized that I probably wouldn't be trying so hard with anyone else. I must really be falling for Dina, and it didn't surprise me, even in spite of the merciless interrogation that I was going through.

The silence didn't last long. Dina kept looking at me, and her foot rode a little higher on my leg, really driving me nuts. Once her foot passed my knee, I discreetly reached down and began massaging the arch. I could see that she was enjoying it, so I continued rubbing side to side on her arch, noticing that she wore no pantyhose.

Still feeling like I was ultimately portraying myself as a pervert taking advantage of vulnerable young women, I needed them to know I wasn't really like that, but the more I talked, the less I seemed to do so, and I wondered if I was really was that bad and just fooled myself into thinking otherwise. The silence stretched out. Finally I had to talk.

"You must really think I'm some womanizing pervert."

They both looked up from their plates, eying me curiously.

Dina allowed, "I don't think we'd have invited you out to dinner if we'd believed that."

"You didn't know any of this until tonight, though."

"True," she agreed.

"So...should I just count my losses now?"

Claire frowned, "Why would you want to count your losses?"

My mind was whirling, and I was thoroughly baffled, "Am I missing something here?"

Claire looked at Dina, "We don't really think he's a womanizing pervert, do we?"

Dina admitted, "Well, he was nothing but sweet to me yesterday. Even going out of his way to make sure I got home safely, he didn't act like he expected anything in return. I've gone out with other guys before, and a few were even nice guys, but I'd say he's in a class all his own. No, I don't think he's a womanizing pervert at all. Heck, he had me melting in his arms when we made love last night."

To say that I was confused at that point would be the understatement of the century. And on top of it all, my jaw just dropped when she said that last part. My mind spun in circles; I was just plain lost here.

Claire laughed delightedly, "I know. The noise you two were making, I wouldn't have thought otherwise."

Dina blushed slightly, "I just couldn't help myself."

A memory of the night in my head clicked, when I could've sworn I'd heard panting in the next room, Claire's bedroom, and then later, after the second time, when I heard the panting again, accompanied by the whirring noise. But...

I blurted out to Claire, "You knew the whole time..."

Claire grinned slyly, "The walls aren't made of paper, but they're not soundproof either."

Dina added, "I don't think I could've kept quiet, even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't."

Some vague comprehending helped me put that little tidbit together, "You wanted her to hear us...but...why?"

Dina giggled, "Mom's got needs too, you know. I'd be stupid to think otherwise. Maybe you didn't hear her, but she was enjoying listening to us. Weren't you, mom?"

It was Claire's turn to blush a little, "It's been a little while, you know?"

I laughed a little, "I did hear you, while I was catching my breath."

Claire confessed, still a little red in the face, "I wasn't exactly trying to be quiet either."

"So what's going on here?" I asked, "I feel like I'm being left in the dark here."

Dina suggested, "Let's finish eating, and then we'll go home and talk."

It didn't take long, and Claire paid the check, though I insisted on leaving the tip.

"Two dinners in a row," I reminded her, "I feel like a cheapskate."

We left the steakhouse, and Dina had me ride up front with her mother. The tension on the ride to their house was almost palpable, each of us lost in our thoughts. My thoughts were still confused, but a picture was beginning to form in my head. When we pulled into the driveway, I looked behind me to see that Dina was chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she stared out the window. Claire was just as silent, concentrating on the road. My head still spun with everything, all the little details they had divulged. Claire had been masturbating while listening to me and her daughter in the next bedroom, and Dina seemed to already know that fact. Had Dina snuck into the guest room for that sole purpose? I actually felt a little put off; I had been thinking she was interested in me, not helping to get her mother off.

When Claire pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. Without a word, she and Dina walked into the house, and I followed, completely baffled, but twice as confused. As I shut the door, I could stand the silence no longer.

"Okay, I'd really like to know what's going on here."

Claire turned to look at her daughter, seeming to confirm something in Dina's eyes. I began to insist that I be let in on the secret, when Claire stepped up to me and planted her lips directly on mine, pulling me against her for a mind-numbing kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it left me unable to speak when she pulled back slightly. Apparently her kiss had the effect that she had intended because she smiled at me, her eyes glimmering.

Dina also smiled, "See, mom, he really knows how to kiss, doesn't he?"

Claire exhaled with a rush, "He sure does! My legs got all weak."

I tried to find my voice, and failed.

Dina confessed, "We only made love, twice, and he's awesome at that, too. I'm wondering exactly what else he's good at. He said he wanted to go down on me, but I was way too far gone for that."

Claire beamed, "I'm thinking he should get that chance. I'll just bet he'd have you making all kinds of noises."

They shared a laugh, and I listened, nonplussed as I tried to understand the conversation they were having.

Dina looked down and noticed the bulge that was growing in the front of my pants, "Oh wow! I'd say he's game, mom, wouldn't you?"

Claire laughed, "Well, what do you say? Are you game?"

If they were suggesting what I thought they were, then I would be the dumbest person on the face of the earth to tell them no, so I gulped, "Uh...Well...I, uh...yeah, I'll try to keep up."

They grabbed my hands and up we went, climbing the few stairs to the hallway, and down the hall to the room on the end, Claire's room. I was pushed onto the bed, and they started pawing at me, undoing buttons, unzipping zippers, pulling my clothes off, giggling, and soon I lay there on the bed in just my boxers. They stood there, grinning at me.

Claire tossed her hair playfully, "We're not going to undress ourselves, young man."

I started with Dina, quickly unzipping the back of her dress, and sliding it down, freeing her breasts, the half-dollar sized areolas a dark pink, with stiff, proud nipples. Down the dress went, past her hips, exposing a cute, black pair of panties, and down her smooth, firm legs. I went to remove the panties, but she lightly slapped my hands.

"Undress my mom now."

I obeyed, undoing the belt and tossing it aside. I reached behind her, felt for the small clasps, and unlatched each one down to her waist. I slid her dress down, noticing that Claire's breasts, larger than her daughter's, had larger areolas, like silver dollars, and larger nipples, but were similar in color with her daughter. Claire's panties were bikini briefs, hi-cut, and crimson. Claire stepped out of her dress, and in unison with her daughter, climbed onto the bed, crawling to me.

Claire kissed me again, while Dina unfettered me of my boxers, revealing my length, which bounced jauntily.

Dina joked, "It's just like a Jack-in-the-Box!"

She grabbed it and tickled the underside, making it jump in her hand. She continued to tease the sensitive underside of my length while Claire's tongue slid and rolled against mine. I plunged my hands into her hair, feeling it spill between my fingers luxuriously. I gasped on her mouth as Dina bent down and flicked her tongue over the tip of my manhood, tasting the drop of precum that glistened on it. Claire's breasts squashed against my chest, and she ground her hips against my waist. I could feel her panties becoming moist, and the sweet smell of her sex drifted to my nostrils. Dina's mouth moved over the head of my manhood, stopping with her lips just past the corona, and spinning her head side to side, making the organ jump again and again. She was going to have me blowing my load early if she kept it up. She got me close, felt it tighten, pulsing, and backed off, squeezing the base almost painfully while grinning evilly at me. Claire's mouth moved away from mine and kissed my chest, her fingers scratching lightly, causing me to break out in gooseflesh. She then stood up abruptly on the bed, a foot on either side of my head, affording me quite a look at the wet spot in the crotch of her panties, and began squatting down slowly, bringing that wet spot closer to my face. Closer and closer it got, until she was only inches from my mouth, and she stopped there, moving up slightly when I tried to reach for it with my tongue. The sweet-salty-musky scent was intense, intoxicating, and she knew it. She hovered there, teasing me. The panties, especially where that wet spot grew slowly, didn't do much to conceal the folds of her sex.