by Debbie L
Part Three: Come Together, Right Now
Melanie was miserable. Well and truly down in the dumps.
It had been a week or so since the bombshell revelation of AJ’s erroneously-sent text, and the fallout had not been pretty.
Mel had discovered that her twelve-year-old daughter was in a sexual relationship with her twenty-nine-year-old best friend Diane. And it had been going on, in one form or another, for just over eighteen months.
Damn it, Amy was only ten when it got started!
And judging by the string of explicit text messages, and the collection of selfies she’d discovered on Amy’s confiscated phone, her daughter’s fling with Diane had only gotten heavier and hotter over time.
Christ, her underage kid had had more sex in the last eighteen months than she’d experienced in the last five fucking years!
Well, that’s not quite true, is it? Mel reminded herself. Your sex life has perked up and then some in the last few days, courtesy of little Chloe. Aren’t we being a bit hypocritical here?
Mel recalled that fateful day she’d received the accidental text. Amy had crumpled like tissue paper under the stern gaze of her mother, and with tears in her eyes, confessed it all – how she and Diane had begun sending each other racy texts, then even racier photos. How Chloe caught them at it, and then the coup de grace: The plan to bring her and Chloe together. That little minx Chloe… she knew all along!
Getting seduced by Chloe had been a dream come true, but it was still an utter shock to find out about Diane and AJ, and a tough pill to swallow.
“Did she pressure you in any way?” Mel had asked AJ.
“No! I encouraged her,” AJ insisted. “Big time. I wanted it all, Mum.”
“Has Diane ever hurt you, made you do anything you didn’t want to?”
“No, never! I love her like crazy. Don’t do anything bad to her, Mum, please!”
Mel had marched Amy to the car and sped to Diane’s place. Barging past Diane into the house, she’d started yelling things like, “How could you?!” and “She’s just a kid!” along with a string of choice expletives.
The girls beat a hasty retreat to Chloe’s room. This was most definitely a moment for the grownups.
Diane, realising the cat was out of the bag, remained remarkably calm, if a little rattled. She countered Melanie’s outburst in a barely raised voice.
“Don’t give me that sanctimonious, holier-than-thou bullshit, Mel. You wanted Chloe as much as I wanted AJ. I watched you struggle with it, but we both knew it was there.” She let that sink in, then continued. “You could have made your move a lot sooner, like me and AJ. I knew Chloe wanted it, but I also understood that you needed to come to terms with your own feelings. Hell, it’s all down to Chlo that it even happened for you at all, because you sure as hell wouldn’t have made the first move. She greased the fucking wheels.”
Diane lay a hand on Mel’s shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze. Mel deflated a little, but still wouldn’t make eye contact.
Di made them each a coffee, then told her version of events, including how she’d come to meet Evie and Rose. By the time she’d finished, both women were tearful and exhausted.
Finally, Mel got up to leave. “I just need a little time to process this, Di. Would you mind bringing AJ home later? I’m going to take a drive and clear my head a bit.”
“Of course. Anything you need,” Diane told her, relieved beyond measure that her friend still trusted her enough to leave AJ in her care. “And Mel, babes… I never meant to hurt you. You’re my best mate. I love you to pieces.” She paused for a moment. “It’s just… I love your daughter, too. No, I’m in love with her.”
Mel heaved a sigh. “I know, Di, I know. And Amy loves you, too. She totally had your back all the while I was having a full-blown meltdown. She never faltered, not once.” With that, she kissed Diane’s cheek and made for the front door. “We’ll talk soon, okay?”
Chloe came bounding down the stairs. All need for pretense was gone now, so she flung her arms round Mel and whispered, “It’s gonna be okay, isn’t it? I love you. Please, tell me it’ll be all right, Mel.”
“I hope so, Chlo, I hope so. Love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, I promise.”
Considering she’d just enjoyed five days and nights with her own underage lover, not to mention three years spent lusting after Chloe in the first place, Mel knew she had no right to chastise Diane – or Amy, for that matter. It almost broke her heart to get into her car and drive away.
Over the course of the week, she and Chloe continued texting, phoning and facetiming, as did Amy and Diane. It occurred to Mel that she’d never even considered the possibility that either pair would break up. After all, Diane had more or less served Chloe to her on a platter. Did that mean Diane was an irresponsible parent? Or did she just respect Chloe enough to let the girl make her own decisions? Either way, Mel couldn’t bring herself to end what she had with her twelve-year-old lover.
And she didn’t want to tear Diane and Amy apart, not really. She’d badly overreacted, and now felt a proper fool, guilty even. Mel knew she should go find Diane and tell her so, but she felt like a complete idiot and was too embarrassed to reach out. She desperately missed the near constant presence of her best friend, while also aching to be with her young lover.
Mel wandered aimlessly about the house, but everywhere she looked, there were reminders of those five days. Delicious, sordid memories infiltrated her thoughts – the couch where it all began, the kitchen stool where Chloe had revealed those impossibly cute Disney knickers, Chloe playing with herself on the kitchen counter, the two of them kissing wildly as Mel covered Chloe’s little hand with her own.
She opened the fridge again for the umpteenth time. Reaching into the salad crisper for a raw carrot to nibble, she slammed the door shut again when her eyes happened upon a large cucumber. She felt her pussy twitch as memories of a certain Thursday afternoon and a deliciously sordid act that Chloe had performed on her came flooding back.
Stop it! she quickly admonished herself.
And if that wasn’t enough for Mel to fret about, why the hell did she keep looking at that lewd picture of Amy, the one sent to her by mistake? She knew she should delete it, but couldn’t quite bring herself to. It was her Amy, for God’s sake, her twelve-year-old daughter, but there was just something undeniably sexy about that photo. She could easily see how Diane had fallen under her spell.
For crying out loud, Mel, you daft cow. All this mental anguish you put yourself through. Is it so difficult to admit that Diane might have been right all along?
***
Three miles away, Diane was feeling much the same way – miserable and utterly fed up.
Mel was just so bloody stubborn! Why couldn’t she just admit that this was what they all wanted, that the four of them were all on board with this beautiful thing they’d discovered? She’d practically given her best friend her own daughter as a gift, and Mel hadn’t had a thing to complain about until she discovered AJ was doing exactly the same thing with Diane. Surely, the fact that Di had confessed her love for AJ counted for something.
It was November now. They should’ve all been together, huddled under blankets watching Strictly. It didn’t seem fair to any of them. Mel was probably at home crying into a glass of Chardonnay, beating herself up over everything.
She’d just have to wait it out and hope Mel came to her senses soon. In the meantime, Diane had given Evie a call, and her friend’s advice had been much the same – hold steady and see how the situation plays out. What else could she do?
The girls were feeling their own frustrations, too. They were currently in their rooms, hunched over laptops on a video call, trying to figure out how to bring this sorry mess to a close.
“I’m not letting my mum stew over this forever you know, Chlo,” AJ said. “She’s being totally, uh… Mum-ish about it all. And your mum’s thirtieth birthday is soon, too. I’m not letting her fuck that up, either.”
“I know what you mean, Aje… but look at it from her side, this is all really new to her. I mean, I’ve known about my mum being gay, like, forever. But for yours, it’s a lot to take in.”
“But it was so easy for Di and me. It always felt totally right. We had to scam my mum into finally getting together with you, even though we all knew she was gagging for it.”
Chloe laughed. “You should’ve seen her face that first night. I couldn’t tell if she was horny or terrified. I had to really work hard to get her to touch me, but omigod, when she did, it felt so fucking good! I still can’t believe how hard she made me come the first time. Fuck, your mum has a beautiful pussy. I could lick it all day!”
AJ was starting to squirm. “I’d have been all over you too, in her shoes. Those little PJ’s looked so sexy on you when you tried them on.”
Chloe was feeling that itch too. “Once she realised I wasn’t made of glass, bloody hell. Aje, she fucked me senseless. She’s got a real naughty streak, too.”
“What do you mean by ‘naughty streak’? Do tell.” AJ let a hand drift slowly south toward her aching pussy.
“If you’ve got the nerve sometime, ask her about ‘the salad’, that’s all I’m say— hey, are you wanking? You dirty cow!”
“I can’t help it,” the pretty blonde whimpered. “You look like a younger version of your mum, and I’m horny as hell. Fancy showing me a bit more? I’d love to see your pussy, Chlo. Help me come.”
“Mmmmm, you naughty girl,” Chloe purred. She adjusted her webcam and rolled her chair back, lifting her feet onto the desk. She slipped her knickers off, then let her knees fall apart, displaying her silky smooth pussy to her best friend. She trailed her fingers languidly over the neat folds.
“Oooh, fuck, yes. You are so fucking sexy, Chlo,” AJ cooed, pushing her laptop further down the bed and spreading her lithe legs to give Chloe a wide shot as they both began to openly play with themselves.
Chloe had never realised how much AJ looked like Mel. By now she was getting seriously hot and bothered, aching to see her friend’s pert, exquisite boobs. “Show me your tits, Aje, pleeease?”
AJ slipped off her t-shirt and lay back naked on her pink duvet. “Your turn, Chloe, c’mon.”
Chloe gladly pulled off her oversized tee to reveal two delightful handfuls topped by pretty strawberry nipples.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like that,” AJ squealed approvingly. “Your titties are just like your m-mum’s… Ooh, fuck…”
Chloe stretched out in the chair, lightly teasing her stiff nipples. Her belly pulsed with excitement. She was slippery wet as she stroked her clit.
This was such a turn on. AJ looked so hot, so sexy. Why had they never done this before? Right then, the idea of her best friend as a sex partner couldn’t have been more obvious. She watched as AJ dipped two fingers into herself.
As the two young girls rubbed and teased, stroked and fondled, the seed of an idea began to form in Chloe’s mind. If they could scam one Mum, they could damn well scam both. She’d discuss it with AJ at school tomorrow, but for now, she desperately needed to come. She watched as AJ fucked herself hard and fast, her sexy best friend who reminded her so much of Mel.
***
The next day at school, Chloe outlined her plan over lunch. She and AJ were huddled together, conspiring in hushed tones.
“You know how our mums always say they’ll come running if one of us sends an SOS to the group chat?” Chloe said in between bites of her sandwich.
“I’m listening,” AJ replied, intrigued. “Oi, swap me your cheese and onion for my ready salted!”
Chloe tossed her bag of crisps at AJ with a shrug. “Well… last night was so hot between me and you, I can’t think why we’ve never fucked before. And I know Mum loved it when I caught you both together, and when she watched us kiss.”
AJ was starting to catch on. “Go on.” She opened the bag of crisps and began nibbling.
“On Sundays they always go off and do their shopping and stuff, right? So how about we meet at yours around lunchtime. We can shift the furniture about and get the place ready to have some fun.” Chloe paused. “Group fun, if you get my meaning. And then we send out an SOS.”
They both munched in silence for a while, letting the plan sink in.
“And I’m assuming this involves us, maybe, putting on a sexy show of some kind?” AJ said. She was starting to get excited by her friend’s idea.
“Spot on! But we don’t go all the way, we just get ’em hot ‘n bothered. Then we say, ‘Time for you two to kiss and make up, or that’s as far as it goes!’ Something like that. Then we leave them to talk it out.”
“Yeah, but what if they don’t, y’know, fancy each other?”
“Oh, c’mon, Aje! Your mum goes all gooey over me, and my mum is crazy for you. Don’t we look like mini versions of them? It’s a no-brainer, they’ll love it.”
Just then, AJ turned and waved at a smiling redhead across the dining hall.
“Who’s that? She looks fun.”
“Oh, I thought you knew her. That’s Debbie, she’s in the year above us. She goes out with Sam, that gorgeous blonde girl I’ve seen you ogling.”
“You little tart! Didn’t realise you even knew them.” Chloe smiled at the other girl and gave a little wave. “Sam is really fucking hot, though. I definitely would! Anyway, what do you think of my idea, Aje?”
AJ was nodding enthusiastically. “I reckon it’s the best plan we’ve got, so let’s give it a whack. We ought to get all dressed up for it, too. Let’s go shopping on Saturday. I’ve got Mum’s emergency credit card. I’m thinking we should hit Primark for new knickers and stuff, but we’ll have to go to Spangles too for what I’ve got in mind. Something really sexy.”
Remembering their face time from the previous night, AJ imagined Chloe in a state of undress. She slipped a hand under the table, giving her friend’s thigh a discreet squeeze, then let her hand slide further up as Chloe parted her legs a little. Her fingertips lightly grazed her best friend’s panty-covered slit.
“Listen, Chlo,” AJ whispered. “We still got fifteen minutes ‘til the bell. Fancy sneaking to the loo with me?”
The little brunette grinned, dumped the remains of her sandwich and seized her friend’s hand. They made a quick exit, headed for the girls’ toilets
***
Sunday rolled around. Unbeknownst to the girls, their mothers had made plans of their own. Mel called Diane and invited her to go for a Sunday lunchtime drink to talk things through. Diane accepted before Mel even finished speaking.
They talked, they cried, they held hands tightly across the table. A weight had been lifted, and it was as if they’d never fallen out.
Mel was just finishing the last bite of her burger, and was contemplating another drink. “You know, Di, at the end of the day, I’m glad it was you that Amy took for a lover. I know you can be trusted to take care of her.”
“Oh, babe, that means so much to hear you say that. And the same goes for Chloe – I know she’s safe with you. I knew how Chloe felt about you soon after we all met. She told me she had a crush on you. I wouldn’t want her with anyone else. And I know this sounds pervy,” she dropped her voice to a low murmur, “but I bet you two look so fucking hot together.” She trailed her fingers teasingly over Mel’s upturned palm. Melanie sighed happily.
Four pings in quick succession sounded, then both Mel’s and Diane’s phones were vibrating angrily on the pub table.
“What the fuck?” Di said. “SOS? At your place. It says ‘Come quick.’ What the hell is going on?”
“I thought they were both dancing this afternoon, what’re they doing there?”
Mel dumped forty pounds on the table – far more than their lunch and drinks had cost – and grabbed her car keys. “C’mon, we’d better go see. I don’t like the sound of this.”
***
Melanie’s SUV fishtailed onto the driveway of her house, and Diane was out of the car before it had stopped moving. She ran to the front door, the spare key she kept already in her hand.
Mel noticed the lounge curtains were drawn, which didn’t feel at all right, not at 2.30 in the afternoon.
Jamming the key in the lock, Diane wrenched the door open and hastened inside. “Girls? Girls, are you h—”
As they entered the lounge, the sight that greeted the two women stopped them dead in their tracks.
The room was warm, dimmed and bathed in soft lamplight along with a dozen or so tiny LED candles. All the furniture had been cleared to make a large open space, and the floor was covered in duvets, cushions and throws.
On either side of the fireplace stood AJ and Chloe. They were dressed identically in unbuttoned black satin blouses, lacy black knickers, impossibly glossy black holdups and strappy, open-toed dancing shoes. Neither girl wore a bra, not that they needed them.
The trip to Spangles had paid off in a big way. It was rumoured that the owner, an older woman in her sixties, didn’t just supply costumes and supplies for dance and theatre groups, but also had a backroom business supplying risque outfits, lingerie and fetish gear to certain underground filmmakers and photographers.
Chloe’s custom extra-small holdups had cost a pretty penny, but AJ had drawn £300 in cash from her mother’s emergency card for their shopping spree. She still had some money left, so she figured Mum wouldn’t be too upset, not after seeing her and Chloe wearing what they’d bought.
The girls had done each other’s makeup, too, and now they looked breathtakingly sexy, certainly older than their tender years. The heels brought AJ to her mother’s height, while Chloe stood at a ceiling-threatening 5 ft 2.
“Miss Andrews. Miss Baxter,” Chloe said in her best authoritative tone. “Please take a seat.” She indicated the sofa, the only piece of furniture to retain its cushions.
AJ took over. “We, as your lovers and your children, have decided it’s time that you, especially you, Miss Andrews, grow up.”
“But we—” Mel began, but Diane grabbed her wrist, cutting her off.
“You, Mother,” AJ continued, “need to stop this and make up with Diane. You see, we love you both very much.” She walked over to Chloe. “But if you can’t put this behind you, you’ll get no more of this.” And with that, she gave Chloe a slow-burning, sensual kiss.
Mel went to speak, but this time Di silenced her with a pinch. She had a sneaking suspicion as to where this was going, and her excitement was just beginning to mount. “Let the young lady finish, Melanie.”
Diane and Mel sat hand in hand, trembling inside as they watched the two young girls kiss. Mel gasped, awestruck as Chloe twined both arms round AJ’s neck, her tongue darting into her friend’s mouth. After a long, lustful kiss, two pairs of crimson-hued lips slowly parted, glistening with lipgloss and saliva.
Chloe folded to her knees, eyes fixed on her mum and her grownup lover. She began to caress AJ, reaching up to fondle the blonde girl’s petite bare breasts, pinching a stiff nipple with her black painted nails. Then she peppered kisses across AJ’s tummy while her caresses ran down the whole length of the girl’s long, slender legs, all the way to her nylon-encased toes.
AJ looked Mel in the eye, then Diane. “So… If you want more of this, you two need to kiss and make up.”
On the spur of the moment, Chloe decided to go off script. She and AJ had agreed not to take things too far this soon, but she just couldn’t resist kissing the front of her friend’s lacy knickers. She sensually licked AJ’s thigh above her stocking top, making the willowy blonde shudder and draw a sharp breath. Chloe deftly pulled the little black knickers aside. She clasped AJ’s thighs, dragging her tongue over the girl’s moist slit.
Catching Mel and Diane’s astounded looks from the corner of her eye, Chloe smugly eased the gauzy fabric back into place, smoothing it out with her fingertips.
“Oh, my God…” Mel murmured, a tremor in her voice. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
Diane could only watch, enthralled. “So fuckin’ hot,” she breathed huskily.
Chloe stood, wearing a sexy smirk. She slipped an arm around AJ’s waist, resting her head on a shoulder.
“Now it’s your turn to play with each other,” AJ challenged the two stunned women. “C’mon, show us how much you want it, or I’ll just take Chloe upstairs and have her all to myself.”
Melanie and Diane gave each other a thoughtful glance, wondering if it was the right time to cross that particular rubicon. It wasn’t as if they’d never entertained the thought of being together as lovers, even if they were both hesitant to let the other know, much less make that first move.
But Mel was so turned on that she barely registered her hand stroking Diane’s thigh. Diane gave a wicked grin, pulling the older blonde towards her. For the first time since they’d been friends, their lips met.
It began tentatively, mouths still closed, hands and fingers stroking and teasing, testing the waters. After what felt like an eternity, Mel parted her lips, inviting the brunette to enter. Diane accepted, whimpering in pleasure as their tongues met, then moved together. She could taste lipgloss, and a lingering hint of Mel’s wine.
“Fucking hell… yes,” Chloe murmured, her eyes dancing with glee as their mums melted into each other and the kiss deepened. AJ hugged her from behind, kissing the nape of her friend’s neck, fingertips wandering over a taut tummy, then fondling budding breasts.
“Look at them, Chloe,” AJ whispered in the girl’s ear. “They’re beautiful together.” She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Chloe’s underwear, slowly tugging the little black knickers down over her hips.
Mel’s head was swimming. Kissing Diane was new, exciting, but also strangely familiar. She fumbled with the buttons on Diane’s shirt, slipping a hand inside. Her friend had gone without a bra, as usual. Mel cupped a nicely proportioned breast, rolling the nipple under her palm.
Diane whimpered, lost in helpless lust. Needing more, she slid both hands beneath Mel’s blouse to clumsily unclasp her bra, then ran a finger down her friend’s spine. “Ohhh, God, Mel,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Mel slipped Diane’s shirt from her shoulders, running her fingertips over bare skin while they embraced. Di followed suit, sliding Mel’s blouse and bra down her arms. She was already wet enough to have soaked through her knickers, leaving a small damp patch on the front of her skinny jeans.
Mel squeezed her thighs together, desperate to stimulate her throbbing sex. Completely focussed on Diane, she barely registered a presence on the couch behind her until arms encircled her waist, and two warm, soft globes pressed into her back. Not Chloe’s – her breasts were barely more than little bumps. No, these were slightly larger, still deliciously small, but…
Oh, God. Her own daughter was touching her. She felt a warm breath in her ear.
AJ’s voice was thick with arousal. “Open your eyes, Mum.”
Mel opened her eyes to find Chloe embracing her mother the very same way, kissing her neck and shoulders as she hooked one elegant stockinged leg around Diane’s hip. With a trembling hand, Mel reached out to stroke the slinky nylon, thrilling at the feel of it beneath her fingers.
The final piece fell into place. Why did Diane’s kisses feel so familiar? Because Chloe kissed exactly the same way. Surely she must have learned how from her mum. They had been lovers, maybe still were. Mother and daughter!
The revelation washed over Mel like a tsunami. She shivered as she felt AJ’s leg slide around her, the girl’s hands dropping to caress her thighs.
“Oh, Amy…” Mel moaned. “Fuck yes.”
“You can have them both, Mum. Diane and Chloe,” AJ purred into her mother’s ear. “And me too, if you want. It can all be yours – ours.” She licked softly around Mel’s ear, moving her hands until she found her mother’s waistband, deftly unbuttoning Mel’s jeans and slipping a hand inside. It never even crossed Mel’s mind to put a stop to things when AJ’s fingertip traced her pulsing sex.
As Diane and Mel’s lips drifted apart, they tilted their heads back, seeking the mouths of their own daughters. Mel had never seen anything so indescribably hot as her young lover kissing her mother. It was loving and so, so sensual, their tongues coupling in a passionate dance.
Mel reached back to slip a hand between AJ’s legs, stroking her silken inner thighs as their kiss grew increasingly heated. Surprised to discover her little girl’s lacy knickers gone, she teased at the sparse peach fuzz she found there, unsure if she should venture further down to explore her daughter’s vagina.
The girls moved like flowing water around their mothers, exchanging short passionate kisses, then moving on to their grownup lovers – hands gliding together, fingers lacing, then drifting apart once more.
AJ folded to her knees in a gesture that was almost submissive, and Diane rose to stand before her. The twelve-year-old unbuttoned the woman’s jeans, rolling them down her shapely legs along with a pair of sodden knickers. Then she slowly peeled Diane’s socks off in turn, kissing each inch of bare foot as it was revealed.
Diane draped one leg over her young lover’s shoulder, and AJ wasted no time in lovingly French-kissing her syrupy cunt while Diane caressed the youngster’s neck and shoulders. Finally, she eased AJ back onto the floor, knees pinning the girl’s shoulders in place as she rode that sweet preteen mouth with total abandon.
AJ and Diane had gained the kind of sexual parity and trust that only comes through a long-term partnership. In particular, AJ had gained a taste for playful, almost rough sex, and gave as good as she got, sinking her fingernails into Diane’s hips as she feasted on her grownup lover.
Mel looked on, awed by her daughter’s emergence as a confident sexual being. AJ’s legs were delightfully spread, her youthful cunt proudly on display as she pleasured Diane with her mouth. What seemed so wrong a few short weeks ago now felt like the most natural thing on Earth.
“Don’t they look hot together?” Chloe cooed as she pressed into Mel. “I can’t tell you how hard it made me come when I got to watch them for the first time.”
Mel smiled, running her fingers through Chloe’s lustrous curls as the young girl settled onto her thighs. Their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss, an intoxicating combination of absence, abstinence, lust and need overwhelming Mel’s senses.
“God, I’ve missed you, baby girl,” Mel murmured. “Yeah, they do look hot. But you’re the one I want right now.” She slipped a hand under the girl’s bum, cupping a cheek in the palm of her hand while the fingertips of the other grazed a smooth, wet slit. She allowed that finger to slip inside, then curled it back and forth. “I want you so much, Chloe. So, so much—”
Chloe placed a black painted nail to her lips. “Shhhh… I know, Mel. Me too, but you’re the only one who’s still wearing knickers, and I really need you to take them off and fuck me.”
As they slid from couch to floor, Mel kicked her Vans away, then wriggled her jeans and drenched undies down her legs. Chloe eagerly finished the job, pulling each piece of clothing away, then tossing them to one side. Deciding to leave Mel’s cute sneaker socks on, Chloe kissed her way up the woman’s toned legs, breathing in a heady mix of citrus body wash and arousal. She ran her fingertips over her lover’s swollen labia, delighted by how warm and wet she was.
Mel reached across to stroke the bare skin of her daughter and best friend as Chloe dipped her tongue into Mel’s heated core, sliding a hand upward to cup a breast. Mel wrapped both legs around the girl’s shoulders, urgently rocking her hips to fuck that perfect little mouth. Trembling uncontrollably, she grasped Diane’s hand.
AJ chose this moment to slip her tongue into Diane’s arse. Di’s orgasm crashed into her like a freight train. “Ohhhh. My. GOD!” she wailed, tightening her grip on Mel’s hand as AJ brought her off. “Shit, shit, shit!” The brunette’s cunt spasmed, and she came uncontrollably over the youngster.
Seconds later, Mel felt a surge of ecstasy so deep and violent that for the first time in her life she found herself gushing. “Ch-Chloeeee! Ahhh! F-f-fuuuck…” Her body stiffened, back arching, thighs shaking. The flow soaked Chloe’s face and neck, that smart blouse now sodden along with those beautiful budding titties. The girl’s hair didn’t quite escape the deluge, either.
A dripping Chloe, thrilled to her youthful core, could only murmur, “Fuck yes,” in triumph as she sat back on her heels grinning, still toying with Mel’s wet, swollen lips. Eager for her own release, she straddled Mel to press their pussies together, then bent down to share the taste of sex with her older lover. Resting both hands on Mel’s boobs, Chloe began to rock back and forth, grinding her clit into the woman’s juicy cunt.
“Oh, M-M-Mel,” the twelve-year-old babbled as she edged closer to the blessed oblivion of orgasm. “F-fuck. M-me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme!”
In the meantime, AJ had clambered onto the couch, and Diane was nestled eagerly between her thighs. She sucked on the girl’s swollen clit, then plunged two fingers into that delectable pussy while easing her thumb into the child’s arse.
Kicking her shoes off, AJ’s legs were outstretched, pretty toes flexing as Diane tipped her over the edge. Knowing she was getting fucked next to her mum and Chloe only added to the thrill of it. She went off like a volcano, the juices glazing Diane’s face, then dripping down her thighs and into the tops of the sexy stockings she wore.
Three down. Little Chloe was the last to crest the wave. She screamed like a wild banshee as her tight pussy ground into Mel’s, wetness flooding between them. Her thighs shook, and even aided by Mel’s loving grip, it was all Chloe could do to hang on. She’d never come so hard in her life.
Once the storm had passed, she slumped forward, cupping Mel’s face, kissing her long, deep and slow, then whispering, “I love you, Mel. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Chlo, my angel.” It surprised Mel to realise just how right, how natural it felt to say those words in the company of AJ and Diane.
***
Day turned to night, unnoticed because of the drawn curtains. The four lovers eventually lost count of their many orgasms, but one by one they fell by the wayside, sated, spent and tender in the most wonderful way.
After that first round, the next half-hour or so was spent resting, sharing secrets. But soon enough, desire made itself known again… and this time Mel and Diane paired off with their daughters.
Mel was somewhat unnerved by the thought of committing incest, but AJ was utterly gorgeous naked, and the girl’s eagerness to fuck couldn’t help but stoke her lust. And when she saw Diane and Chloe swap heated kisses, then arrange themselves in a heated sixty-nine, a surge of arousal roared through her like a flash flood.
Taking AJ in her arms, Mel kissed her like a lover – and just like that, her last trace of resistance was gone. For the next hour, she and her daughter explored every pleasure she’d shared with Chloe.
***
Later, a few minutes after midnight, Mel was nestled in a corner of the couch, cuddling Chloe under a thick plush throw, sharing light, loving kisses. Soon her lustful young lover, magically transformed back into a little girl, was dozing peacefully.
“Hey, Di,” Mel said, keeping her voice low. “Do you think we should call the school tomorrow, tell them these two are sick?”
Diane and Amy were spooning under a thick duvet on the other end of the couch. Just like her best friend, Amy was fast asleep.
“Oh God, yeah,” Diane replied. “They can’t possibly go in, they’re gonna be knackered. I’m feeling pretty shagged out myself.”
“In more ways than one. Di, I need to thank you. For everything.”
Diane reached across to squeeze her friend’s hand. “Love ya, Mel.”
Mel peered down at her friend. “Di, I’ve been thinking.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“Well, if you gave notice on your house tomorrow, we could all be living together here by Christmas. I mean, if you want to, that is. No pressure. The thing is, I love Chloe, I love her so fucking much, and I know how you and Amy feel about each other. It’s a big house. We’ve got plenty of room here.”
Diane kissed her friend on the lips. With a smile, she reached for her phone and began to tap an email to her landlord.
Epilogue : Six Years Later
Mel and Chloe stand on a Florida beach, holding hands as they watch the wedding unfold. In the surf, a barefoot AJ and Diane wear loose-flowing white dresses, their hair wreathed in gardenia flowers. Still in love after six blissful years, they decided to tie the knot on AJ’s eighteenth birthday. Now they exchange vows as the sun begins to set.
Rose and Evie have made the trip, too. Evie gladly accepted the chance to officiate the marriage. Diane is a daughter to her in all but blood, and she’s come to think of Amy the same way.
Melanie, now an elegant forty-one, turns to her girlfriend and smiles. The bond of love between them has only strengthened over time. Chloe has matured into a beautiful, intelligent young woman. Her hair is still as curly as ever, if cut shorter these days, and her eyes are still the same deep pools of brown that enchanted Mel so long ago.
“Chlo,” Mel says. “You’ve made me incredibly happy these last six years, baby. I love you so much.”
Chloe rests her head against her lover’s shoulder. “I love you too, Mel. I always have. Even as a little girl, it always felt so right; you and me together.”
“That’s what I wanted to discuss with you, darling. Before I get any older, I need to ask… Chloe, if you’ll have me, would you do me the honour of—”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish. Chloe throws both arms around the love of her life and kisses her on the mouth. When she pulls away she’s sporting a huge smile. “My God, I thought you were never going to ask. Yes! Yes, I’ll be your wife, Mel. A million times, yes.”
And so, as the sun sinks below the horizon, AJ and Diane kiss in the waves, now Mrs and Mrs Baxter-Andrews. Melanie and Chloe lace their fingers together, kick away their sandals, then wade into the surf to join their friends.
The End
I had such plans for the summer! Mostly to do nothing at all. It was the spring of ‘22, the ink was still drying on my hard-won PhD, and I was back in my hometown for a few months. I’m Mallory Kalvornek, by the way—some of you might have read the diary I kept back when I was in the 6th grade.