More Than Just Friends, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 10, 2016 at 2:38 pm

By Jeneee

After a while of laughing along with the girls, sipping my wine, and generally having a relaxing time in the tub I began to think about what to plan for dinner. My girlfriend would be eating with us, as she usually did, and probably staying the night again. Emily was used to our relationship now, and understood, in her own way, that it was okay for Mommy to have a girlfriend for company, since her father had left us high and dry for an eighteen year old girl he had met at a bar last year. I met her once and she had bigger boobs than me. If that was important to him, he could have her for all I cared. He was lousy in bed with me anyway — in and out, and then out like a light.

Poor Emily had told him she hated him once she found out what he’d done. She had loved her daddy so much and felt completely abandoned by him. In fact, she said she hated all men after I tried to explain that what her daddy did was something some other daddies did to their families as well. It certainly wasn’t anything she or Mommy had done that made him leave. I realize now that I was a bit harsh on men in general at the time, and sorry that I appeared to have turned my daughter so strongly against the opposite sex, but when I explained that Sharon, my girlfriend, was keeping Mommy company in place of Daddy she seemed to accept that, and grew to like her. In fact it was not unusual for her to jump on Sharon now when she visited — which was just about every day now — and give her a big tight hug, not wanting to let go. She’d even asked her if she was ever going to leave us like her daddy did, and Sharon assured her she would be our friend as long as we wanted her.

“Forever,” Emily had replied, tightening her grasp around Sharon’s waist and closing her eyes. “I want you to stay forever, Sharon.” Sharon then knelt down in front of Emily and told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. And then she surprised both me and Emily by giving her a gentle kiss on her lips and saying, “I love you too, sweetie. I’ll stay as long as you and your mommy want me.” Emily had then flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and kissed her back on her lips, a kiss from which neither seemed too anxious to break.

“Uhum,” I had finally said, “I hate to break up this tender moment, but can I share in this too?” To which both had laughed and Emily had run to me, and with the same exuberance, kissed me in the same way. “I love you, Mommy,” she assured me, and ran off to her room, happy as a lark.

“Well, that seems to have settled that,” I’d said to Sharon. And since that day we had been one happy family. The only bone of contention that remained was that Sharon still had her own apartment. “Just in case you and Emily need some time to yourselves,” she explained. “Then at least I have a place to spend time alone too.” I didn’t complain too much, but didn’t feel it was necessary.

I was soon brought out of my musing by Pam who suddenly announced, “I have to pee, where’s your bathroom?”

“I’ll show you,” squealed Emily, jumping out of the tub, almost losing her panties in the process.

“Oooops,” she laughed as she grabbed the waistband and pulled them up, a little too snugly it turned out, as the crotch slipped into her little slit. Wet panties seem to have a mind of their own.

Then Pamela climbed out and I was amazed to see that her panties were now transparent, hiding nothing of her girlish charms. And what gorgeous little charms they were.

“I can see your cunny, I can see your cunny,” Emily chanted as she turned to take Pam’s hand, ready to lead her through the kitchen to the bathroom.

I laughed at both of them. “Now, don’t be mean to Pam, Emily. You panties are soaked too. That’s what happens when they get wet.”

“I know Mommy, but it’s still funny ‘cause you can see right through hers.” Once again I was sure Pam was blushing as her free hand automatically slipped down in front of her to try to cover up.

“Now run off and show Pam where to go, otherwise she might have an accident,” I ordered Emily, trying to put an end to Pam’s predicament.

“Wouldn’t make any difference anyway,” Emily laughed. “They couldn’t get any wetter.”

“Emily!” I scolded, and she stuck out her tongue and turned, dragging poor Pam behind her.

Honestly, my daughter, I thought to myself. But I couldn’t help smiling at her directness. Better than being prudish, I concluded. Climbing from the hot tub, I grabbed a towel, drying myself off as best I could before going into the kitchen. Looking down, I saw that my wet panties weren’t exactly opaque either, and neither was my bra, and I laughed, wondering how Emily would react to that in front of Pam. As I passed the bathroom door on my way upstairs, all I could hear were giggles and squeals from inside. I shook my head smiling, and went up to my room, happy that Emily had found another friend to share her young life. And such a cute friend too, I found myself thinking. I almost blushed myself, picturing Pam’s plump pussy lips revealed through her thin panties. Oh my, what a delicious sight that had been, and I unconsciously licked my lips.

I removed my wet underwear and went into the upstairs bathroom to take a quick shower before making dinner. I couldn’t get the sight of Pam from my mind, and chided myself that she was only eight years old and I shouldn’t get turned on by such a young girl. But there was something about her that made me think she was a very mature eight year old, and I found my fingers gently caressing my clit as I soaped myself, excitement building toward the unavoidable climax that I knew was only moments away. Visions of her puffy pussy filled my mind as I orgasmed, envisioning tasting her delicate wetness with long, slow licks.

As I came down from my pinnacle I felt a little guilty about what had just happened, but before I could dwell on it I heard, “Mommy, can Pam stay for dinner?” being yelled through the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute, sweetie. Just hold on.”

I finished drying myself with a fluffy towel and, wrapping another one around me, I left the bathroom and headed to my bedroom to get dressed. Emily and Pam were both waiting for me in the hallway, and my daughter repeated her request before I reached the bedroom.

“Would your parents mind if you stayed for dinner, Pam?” I asked, clutching the top of the towel over my breasts.

“I live with my aunt and she’ll be cool with it, I think,” she replied. I noticed she was back in her flowery dress again, and I found myself wondering about her wet panties.

“Why don’t you go phone her just to make sure,” I suggested. “There’s a phone in my bedroom,” I added, pointing to the door down the hallway.

“Okay,” she replied and we all headed through the doorway. I showed her the phone on the table beside my big queen-sized bed and she walked over and picked it up, sitting down on the bed beside the table. Emily plopped down beside her as Pam called her aunt, whispering, “Please say yes, please say yes.” Because of the way Pam was sitting on the bed, dress scrunched up and legs slightly askew, I then knew what had happened to her wet panties. She’d obviously left them in the downstairs bathroom to dry. I gasped as I looked up her dress, taking in the sight of her naked pussy, the object of my last orgasm, and found myself unable to look away.

Emily was back in her baggy beige pants, most likely pantyless too, and then I remembered the giggles I’d heard from the bathroom on the way up. I tried to concentrate on what Pam was saying to her aunt but all I remember was, “Bye auntie, thanks, see you later,” and “She says it’s okay for me to stay for dinner.” A big smile formed on her pretty face.

“Th…that’s great, Pam,” I stammered, finally tearing my eyes from her pussy with great difficulty. “That’s great.” I managed a smile as I met her gaze and she dropped her eyes, closing her legs quickly and pulling down her dress. She must have realized what I’d seen, and there was that blush again.

“Yeah, that’s great Pam. It will give your panties time to dry too,” Emily giggled, jabbing her in the arm with her elbow. Pam’s blush deepened even more and I told both girls to drop their wet undies in the drier downstairs for a few minutes when they went downstairs.

“Sure, Mom,” Emily laughed, “but we don’t need them right now anyway.” More giggles.

“Well, put them in anyway and give me a chance to get dressed so I can make dinner,” I replied.

I hadn’t noticed, but during this conversation I had unconsciously tightened my towel across my breasts, the consequence being that it had ridden up and the next thing I heard was, “We can see your cunny, we can see your cunny,” from the mouth of my now very outspoken daughter. Pam’s eyes were fastened to the bottom of my towel and she was gazing intently at my pussy, blushing furiously as my daughter’s taunts filled the air.

Hastily I tried to drop the towel a bit as I laughed at her outburst and tried firmly to say, “Out, out you two. Downstairs!” I commanded. “I’ll be down shortly.”

But once again my daughter had me laughing quietly to myself at her cheeky boldness. I quickly put on clean panties, pulled on my shorts and tee — not bothering with a bra — and made my way back downstairs to see what I could prepare for dinner. Somehow I thought we were in for an interesting evening.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

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