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The following night, Monday night, I spent a couple of hours after dinner getting my journal up to date. I’d let it lapse a little bit, making only a few short entries since Kate and I returned from Lake Tahoe.
There was so much happening now, so many exciting things taking place — with Megan and Samantha, with Karen and probably also soon with Miranda and Marisol, with Hannah and hopefully with the rest of her family, not to mention Ms. Firth and Cadence, plus the possibility of getting Theresa and her daughter involved with us at some point too, along with Paula and her two girls — just so much stuff going on that I wanted to make sure I kept careful track of it. I vowed to write at least once a week in my journal, if not more often, so that nothing would get lost. Aren’t you glad I did?
It actually took three full nights of work before I was satisfied. The good thing was, of course, that as I thought about everything, checking over the previous notes I’d made, replaying all the stimulating experiences in my mind, I found myself in a nearly constant state of sexual arousal. I had a lot of wonderfully satisfying self-induced orgasms over those few days.
Anyway, let’s move forward. I have plenty to tell you about!
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At the end of Art & Design class on Thursday, Ms. Firth took Hannah and me aside to ask if we could babysit again for her that weekend, on Saturday night. We both said we’d be happy to.
I was really glad it was Saturday she asked for, and not Friday, because I’d already made a commitment to Elaine Gallagher that I would take care of her kids on Friday night. Which I did, and it went fine. Not much more to say about that.
But the following night, Saturday, we arrived at the Firth’s apartment at 7:00, dropped off by Hannah’s mum, and went inside. Lynn — the name we called our teacher when we weren’t at school — was in a black leather miniskirt and a tight black sweater, her long silky hair hanging straight down her back. She also had on black high-heeled boots that came almost up to her knees. This was a different look for her, and super sexy. I liked it a lot.
She told us she had a date that evening with a young woman she’d recently met named Judith. They were planning to have dinner and then go dancing afterward. It was pretty clear to me that Lynn hoped there’d be some seduction involved, and perhaps some sex. That made me wonder if she might bring Judith back to the apartment, and then maybe Hannah and I would get to meet her — possibly watch them together, or even join in! Could that really happen? Probably not, but it sure was nice to fantasize about.
As we stood in the living room talking with Lynn about her date, and I imagined what might take place later than evening, I could feel my pussy getting wet, soaking my undies. I couldn’t stop looking at the woman’s big boobs. The form-fitting black sweater had a high neck, so no cleavage was on display, but it was very tight, and Lynn’s bra was thin enough that her hard nipples poked right through. Incredibly tempting.
Cadence was holding my hand. She was wearing short-shorts and a tiny, almost translucent baby blue crop top — revealing plenty of skin and drawing attention to her little breast buds. As with the first time I’d met her, I thought this seemed an unusually provocative way for a 10-year-old to dress, but I certainly wasn’t complaining! I squeezed her hand and let my eyes roam over her slender body. She smiled up at me.
“All right, I’m all set to go,” Lynn said. “Don’t want to keep Judith waiting too long.”
She went to a closet by the front door and pulled out a black leather jacket, slipping it on. “I’ll see you girls later. Bedtime for Cadence is 9:30. I should be back around midnight or so — unless I get lucky.” That last part was delivered with a salacious wink.
After giving her daughter a hug and a kiss, Lynn was gone. Now we’d get to play with Cadence!
“Let’s show her Undercover Spy, okay?” Hannah proposed right way.
“What’s Undercover Spy?” asked the little girl.
“Oh, um, it’s a game,” I said. “Kind of like hide and seek, but more complicated, and… more fun.”
“Okay, let’s play it,” she nodded.
“I’ll be the — or, uh, would you rather be the evil scientist, Hannah?” I asked.
“No, it’s fine, you can. Except we need to find a bottle, right? The secret formula.”
“Secret formula?” asked Cadence.
“Yeah, um, we need a plastic bottle,” I told her. “Like the kind you play house with. Or even a regular water bottle will do.”
“I have one,” the child said. She scampered down the hall and we followed her into her bedroom. After digging inside her toy chest for a minute, she turned and held up a small plastic bottle. It was red. That would be perfect. I took the bottle.
“Okay, so, this has the secret formula inside. I’m an evil scientist, and…” I delivered the usual explanation of the plot to rule the world, the two undercover spies, and the objective of the game — to take the bottle with the secret formula away from me, then get to her mother’s bed, Lynn’s bed, with it. Whoever did that first would win.
Now came the fun part. After turning off all the lights in the apartment and making sure the curtains were tightly closed, not allowing too much illumination in from outside, we went to Lynn’s room. She had a small walk-in closet, about half the size of my mother’s. I switched on the overhead bulb in the closet, turned off the bedroom light, then ushered the girls inside, closing the door behind us.
“Now,” I said, “before we start the game, we have to search each other, make sure nobody has any hidden weapons. But to do that, we all have to get naked, okay?”
I looked closely at Cadence for her reaction. She nodded eagerly, showing no reluctance. “I’m going to turn off the light in here,” I continued, “then we’ll take off each other’s clothes, and then do the search, touching each other everywhere to make sure there’s no hidden weapons. Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh,” the child confirmed.
“I’m ready,” said Hannah.
I switched off the light and we were plunged into blackness. It’s kind of interesting to me now, as I think back, that I wasn’t concerned at all that night about doing anything wrong by playing this naughty game with Cadence. Somehow I sensed that if Lynn was to find out about it, she wouldn’t mind. In any case, my usual caution was nowhere to be found.
As soon as the light was off, I grabbed the girl’s tiny crop top and pulled it off, hearing her giggle. At the same time, I felt Hannah’s hands on me, unzipping my skirt and tugging it down. Within less than a minute, we all three were nude.
“Okay, now, we have to do the search, ‘cause that’s what undercover spies do,” I said. “I’m gonna search you, Cadence, and check to see you don’t have any weapons.”
As I spoke, my hands were already on her, running all over her bare body. The child giggled again, but when I fondled her little buds, gently squeezing, feeling her nipples begin to grow stiff, her giggles turned into a sigh of pleasure.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Cadence whispered.
Next I touched her legs, bending down to start at the ankles and slowly sliding my hands up to her bottom, cupping her rounded cheeks, then moved around to her slit, loving how she felt there, so smooth, with not a bit of hair. I didn’t try to push my fingers inside, between her pussy lips, but I stroked her labia and felt the girl tremble with excitement. I wanted to do more, of course, much more, but I knew this wasn’t the time for it. That would come soon enough, I was almost certain.
“All right, that’s nice,” I said, taking a deep breath, trying to keep my lust under control. “So, now, Hannah, you do it too. You check Cadence, then she can check us, and then you and I’ll do each other.”
I couldn’t see a thing, of course, but I could picture what Hannah was doing — her hands going everywhere as she searched the young girl — and the erotic image made me shiver with desire. In the darkness of the closet I slid a hand between my own legs, feeling the creamy wetness, rubbing it around, stroking my clit. Then I lifted the hand to my face, smelling my fingers, licking them, tasting myself.
“Okay, um, she’s done. I’m done, I mean.” Hannah’s voice sounded a little shaky, probably from her own arousal.
“Now it’s your turn, Cadence,” I said quietly. “You search Hannah and me, all over, everywhere, okay?”
“Um, okay…”
I felt the girl’s small hands on me, first on my arm, then my shoulders, touching my face, lightly caressing my cheeks, my chin, my lips, then sliding down to my chest, gently fingering my erect nipples, causing me to moan involuntarily. When Cadence heard my response, she squeezed the nipples harder, and I groaned more loudly.
God, I was so turned on. It made me want to grab the little girl, kiss her, shove my tongue into her mouth, push her down onto the floor of the closet, spread her legs and lick her pussy. But I didn’t do that. I thought about it, but I didn’t do it.
As I had done with her, Cadence next bent down to touch my feet, then my ankles, my calves, and my thighs. She ran her hands over my butt cheeks — but when she reached around to the front, she gasped in surprise. “How come you’re wet there? Did you pee?”
“No, it’s, um, it’s something else. I’ll tell you later,” I said.
“Okay.”
I heard Hannah giggle. She knew very well what that wetness was. It made me wonder if her pussy was getting juicy too. I could find that out pretty quickly if I wanted to, except it was Cadence’s turn to touch her first, so I waited. I couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing, but I did hear the sexy redhead moan a few times as she was being searched.
After Cadence was done, Hannah and I examined one another. By that point in our relationship, she and I had already made love maybe a dozen times, so we were very familiar with each other’s bodies and knew just what sort of caresses we each enjoyed the most.
It was funny, though, because our touching then became more like a game — a game within the game — a contest to see who could turn the other on the fastest. Except that only made us laugh, which was okay, because we had to go on with the real game anyhow.
“All right,” I said, “now that we’re sure nobody has any hidden weapons, it’s time for the next part. Cadence, you stay in here for a minute. I’m going to take Hannah and put her, um, put her in your closet, in your bedroom. Then I’ll tell you it’s time to start counting, okay? I’m going to hide somewhere and you have to first count to a hundred, then come out and try to find me and take the secret formula away and get back here to your mom’s bed with it to win. All right?”
“Okay,” I heard her say. “When do I start counting?”
“When I tell you. I”ll yell and tell you when it’s time to start.”
“Okay.”
So, I took Hannah out of Lynn’s closet and led her to Cadence’s room. After telling her to close her eyes, I spun her around for a few seconds, making her dizzy, then shut her in the closet.
Back out in the hall, I called, “Okay, both you guys, start counting now. Count to a hundred!” Then I ran to hide.
The game was a lot of fun, as always, but I think I prefer it when there are more people. That made me think I should figure out a way to get Cadence and her mom together with our family to play the game — and that reminded me of something else I’d been contemplating. I’d have to remember to talk with my mother about it later.
We ended up on Lynn’s bed, eventually, with Cadence as the victor. She’d managed, amid plenty of struggling and wrestling and rolling around naked together, and with perhaps just a tiny bit of assistance, to take the bottle away from me and keep it away from Hannah. Then she zoomed down the hall, diving onto her mother’s bed, shouting with glee. We fell beside her, laughing and hugging and kissing.
After we rested for a minute or two, giggling as we recounted the wilder points in the game, I said, “Okay, so, what do you guys want to do next?”
I was pretty sure Hannah would suggest kissing, and perhaps she would have, except that right away, Cadence said, “Can I draw you some more? I like doing that.”
“Um, well… okay, sure, I guess.”
“Come on,” she said, taking my hand. “You can draw her too, Hannah.”
As we started out of the room, I asked “Do you want me to, like, put on some outfits or something?”
“No, we can do ‘em nude, like last time,” said Cadence. “It’s better that way.”
“All right,” I nodded, smiling to myself. That was fine with me!
Cadence got out her pads and pencils, sharing the supplies with Hannah. When I asked if they wanted me to pose in any particular way, they said it was up to me — so I decided to be brazen. I sat on the little girl’s bed, facing them. They were both on the floor.
I posed the same way I had the last time I was there being sketched by the young artists. My hands were on my knees and I was leaning forward slightly, chin up, chest out, legs wide apart, except I was completely naked this time.
Only a minute or so after they began working, Cadence stopped. She frowned as she looked at my crotch. “How come you’re wet down there? You never told me.”
I licked my lips, trying to decide what to say. Then I seemed to hear my mother’s voice, as clear as if she were in the room with us — “Fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!” — the instruction she’d given me in a sexy dream I had. Did that mean I should try to fuck Cadence, right then and there? Maybe not, but it did make me think I shouldn’t hold back too much.
“It’s because, um, when we were in the closet, it’s because I got so excited. This is what happens when a girl, or a woman, gets excited. You know, when she wants to have sex. She gets wet.” I pointed between my legs as I said that.
“Really?” Cadence asked.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
“But — what you do mean, have sex?”
“Well…”
“Like with a boy?”
“No, not with a boy,” I shook my head. “I don’t like boys. I only like girls.”
“Girls?”
“Uh-huh. I like having sex with girls. That’s what I was thinking about when we were in the closet. That’s why I got so wet.”
After staring at my juicy pussy a few seconds longer, Cadence shrugged, “Okay,” and went back to her drawing.
Hannah caught my eye and smiled, giggling as she wagged her eyebrows. Then she resumed working too.
“Are you going to, um, try to put that in your drawings?” I asked them. “How I’m, you know, how I’m wet and stuff?”
“Maybe,” Cadence replied without looking up, “but I don’t know if I can. I’m not sure how.”
“Me neither,” said Hannah, “but I may give a try. See how it goes.”
When they were both finished, they showed me their sketches. I was amazed to find that Hannah somehow had managed to include the detail of my lubrication. She’d used shading in a clever way that definitely made me appear shiny and moist down there. I was quite impressed.
Cadence was awed by it too, so much that she wanted to try again right away, see if she could achieve the same effect. They asked me to assume the same pose, but scooted in closer before they began. Their aim this time, they told me, was not to capture my whole figure, but only a small part, my sex. They didn’t use that word, but that is what they were trying to draw.
As I spread my thighs even wider apart, I leaned over a bit to look between my legs, to study myself. I’d shaved that morning, so I was totally smooth. Using my fingers, I separated my pussy lips where they were sticking together. Now I was fully open. They could see everything, gaze right into my wet pink vagina.
My clit was hard and throbbing. It hadn’t emerged or anything — I’d have to pull the skin back if I wanted them to actually see it, and I wasn’t ready to go quite that far, not yet — but I had to really concentrate to keep myself from trembling with arousal, to sit still so they could draw me.
While she was working, and without looking up, Cadence said, “You have sex with girls?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Yeah, I do. I’ve had sex with Hannah, in fact, lots of times.”
The little brunette turned her head to look at Hannah. “Really?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yep,” said Hannah, “Julie’s my girlfriend. I’m a lesbian.”
“You are?”
Hannah nodded at her, grinning, “Uh-huh.”
“Okay,” said Cadence, as she went back to work.
A few minutes later, they were finished and let me see their latest creations. Hannah’s was incredible. It was a simple pencil drawing, without color, but so lifelike it seemed just like a photograph. “That’s, I mean, that’s awesome,” I told her, “really, really great.”
“Thanks,” she smiled.
The sketch Cadence had made was very good too. Although she wasn’t yet as skilled as Hannah, the girl definitely had talent and quite an imagination. Hers was in color, rather vivid, a closeup view showing only my vagina, gaping open and dripping wet. It was practically pornographic! I wondered if she would show that one to her mother, and if she did, what Lynn would say when she saw it.
As I studied their drawings, I’d begun playing with myself without even realizing it. My clit, of course, had been begging for attention, and now my fingers went there of their own accord, rubbing in little circles.
I heard Hannah giggle, and when Cadence said, “Wow” — I looked down and discovered what I was doing.
“Oops,” I grinned sheepishly, “sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
“Cheeky,” said Hannah, winking at me.
“Yeah, I just, like, you know, sometimes I get so turned on, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. My fingers were still moving. I hadn’t stopped.
“Is that, um, is that masturbating?” asked Cadence.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “Do you ever do this?”
“Well, not, I mean, sometimes in the tub, and in bed, only not… only different.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, as I continued playing with myself.
Cadence was staring at my fingers. “I, like, well, I use my teddy. Kind of lay on it, you know?”
“You mean humping?” I said. “Humping your teddy bear?”
“Uh-huh, I guess.”
“I do that too,” said Hannah, “only not with a bear, but with my pillow.”
“You do?” I asked, surprised. “You never told me.”
“Well, I don’t do it so much these days, mostly just use my fingers, right? But when I was younger, I used to use my pillow, putting it between my legs.”
“That’s what I do with my teddy, lay on top and rub and squeeze,” said Cadence.
“Can you come?” I asked her. “Have an orgasm?”
“I think so,” the girl nodded, her eyes bright. “I keep doing it until it feels really really really nice, you know?”
“Sounds like an orgasm to me,” I chuckled. My clit felt so good under my touch, getting big and hard, fingers slippery with my juices. I rubbed even faster.
“When you guys, when you have sex,” Cadence asked us, “what do you do? How do you do it?”
Before either of us could reply, she added, “I’ve seen, um, on my mom’s computer, she has videos of girls, lots of ‘em, doing that kind of stuff — lesbian stuff, I mean. Is that what you do?”
“What do they do in the videos?” asked Hannah.
“Everything, I guess. Kissing, and licking, and putting their fingers in. And sometimes they use, like, things…”
“You mean toys?” I asked.
The girl just shrugged.
“Hannah and I don’t use toys,” I told her. “But we kiss and touch each other, and lick each other.”
“Down there?” Cadence pointed between my legs.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded.
“My mum has toys,” Hannah said. “My mum and my aunt have things, like dildos and such. I’ve seen them.”
“Have you used them?” I asked. “The toys?”
“No, but I’d like to try,” the redhead giggled.
“I’d like to watch you,” I said. “I love to watch. My sister Kate has, uh, she has a vibrator… that my mom gave her. She uses it a lot… Kate fucks herself, and I watch.”
“You do?” Cadence asked, eyes wide.
“Uh-huh… but, um… you guys? I’m getting… getting close…” I was panting “…really… really… close… and I… I’m gonna… I can’t stop!”
And then I came.
I hadn’t really meant to. I hadn’t intended to start masturbating in the first place, it simply happened. And I certainly hadn’t planned to have a climax in front of this 10-year-old girl I was supposed to be babysitting. But I did. A big one.
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