Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

“They really are nice people, Becky,” Pam said assuringly, as she walked upstairs beside her sister, carrying her backpack.

Becky smiled at her. “Yeah, you keep saying that, Pammy, so I guess you must like them a lot, huh? Emily sure seems happy to have you around. Have you known her for long?”

Reaching the second floor, Pam pointed in the direction of Emily’s room. “You can get undressed in there, sis. No, I only met her at school on Friday and liked her right away. She was the only girl in the class to speak to me, and then she invited me home with her after school. We had fun in their hot tub out back, an’ then…” she paused.

“And then…?” Becky pushed.

Pam blushed, then giggled, “Well, we sort of played around, you know?”

“Like as in sex-played around, you mean?” asked Becky, staring questioningly at her little sister.

“Well, yeah, kinda,” Pam replied, grinning. “An’ I showed Sharon some of the things you taught me, like, when we were in the shower together this morning.”

“You mean you had sex with that older woman? Like, with Jen’s girlfriend? Oh my god, Pammy. My little sister is turning into a nympho! You couldn’t wait for me, huh?” And she hugged her sister and giggled. “I leave you alone for a few days and look what you do. Come on, help me get undressed and into the shower before I pollute everyone.”

Pam wrinkled her nose as she helped unzip Becky’s skirt. “Yeah, you do kinda stink!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been staying all this time, anyway? I’ve been so worried about you.”

“Well, for a few days I stayed with a girlfriend from school. We shared her bedroom — and no, we didn’t fuck around, if that’s what you’re thinking. We told her mom that our house was being painted, so she didn’t seem to mind. My friend knew what had happened, though. I told her about Mom and Dad, and you going to Auntie’s. Her dad was away on a business trip anyway, so it wasn’t like the place was crowded.

But then he came home and all hell broke loose ‘cause of the way I was dressed, for one thing. He didn’t like my short skirt, even though I caught him trying to look up it a few times. Anyway, he told me I had to leave and go back home and stop being a bad influence on his precious little daughter. So that’s when I walked over to Auntie’s, to see if I could see you and maybe convince her to let me look after you back at our place. But I knew that was a shitty idea and she’d never go for it, so I was kinda lost as to what to do.”

“We’ll work something out, don’t worry,” Pam said, a little unconvincingly, as she touched Becky’s arm. “Come on, into the shower with you.” And she reached for her sister’s panties and pulled them down, giggling, pointing at Becky’s pussy saying, “Haven’t seen that for a while. I see you need a shave. Want me to help?” she teased.

Becky laughed. “I can do it myself, thank you. Is there a razor around here anywhere that I can borrow?” She searched in the bathroom cabinet and found one as Pam gave her a wash cloth and a container of creamy lotion. Becky adjusted the water temperature of the shower and closed the transparent curtain. “No peeking now, you little slut,” she commanded.

Pam, meanwhile, pulled down her shorts and panties, sat on the toilet and peed while she was waiting, watching the silhouette of her sister washing herself through the shower curtain. “Hey, you missed a spot,” she teased as she wiped her pussy and flushed.

“Mind your own business,” Becky replied, laughing, “and make sure you clean your sexy little cunt well after pissing. I don’t want to have to taste your pee when I lick you.”

“Oooh, promises, promises. Shall I come and join you so you can wash it for yourself?” Pam asked slyly.

“Never mind. I’ll be finished soon and I’ll come out to check on you,” Becky countered.

“Well, in that case, I’ll leave my panties down for you,” Pam giggled.

A few minutes later the shower stopped. Becky pulled back the curtain and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack, wrapping it around herself and toweling off her hair with another. She looked over at Pam who was still sitting on the toilet, panties down around her ankles, and smiled. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” she laughed, staring at her little sister’s pussy. Ready for the taste test?”

Pam nodded. “But in the bedroom.” She stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the bathroom floor and led her sister by the hand into Emily’s room, flopping down on the bed and spreading her legs wide open for Becky.

Becky dropped her towels onto the floor and crawled between her sister’s legs, gently spreading her puffy lips revealing the pink, moist folds in between. “Mmmm, I missed this so much,” she whispered as her tongue slowly slid up and down between Pam’s prominent labia. The little girl moaned quietly and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feelings her sister was so good at building within her. She pinched her pointy nipples and thrust her crotch hard into Becky’s mouth, lifting her butt from the bed as she rotated her slim hips from side to side. Becky’s finger slid easily into her baby sister’s pussy as her lips surrounded Pam’s hard little clit, now fully aroused from the attention it was receiving.

Pam squealed in delight as Becky’s finger worked its magic inside her sopping cunt, knowing exactly which spots to press as her tongue flicked magically over the little girl’s pleasure button. Juices ran down Becky’s chin as Pam moaned louder and louder, and Becky knew her sister was soon about to explode. And explode she did, screeching loudly and grinding herself mercilessly into Becky’s face, then collapsing limply back onto the bed, trying to regain her breath.

Becky crawled up beside her sister and held her closely, gently kissing her on the lips as the little girl slowly began to recover. Pam’s eyes finally opened and she hugged Becky to her, kissing her, tasting herself on her, and licking her lips. “Mmmm, that was so good. I’ve missed you so much, Becky.” And then she closed her eyes again, relaxing once more, sighing contentedly.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight!”

Pam and Becky jumped. Turning toward the bedroom door they saw Jen, Sharon and Emily, all still naked from their own romp together downstairs, staring at them, smiles on their faces.

“Ooops,” Pam replied, blushing her usual deep red at being caught in the act. Well, after the act, anyway. “We were just…”

“It’s alright, sweetie,” I assured her. “We know how much you two have missed each other and we wanted to give you time to… well you know, get re-acquainted. We kinda thought we’d find you…”

“…fucking each other,” chimed in Emily, giggling as she ran over to hug Pam.

“And I suppose you all stripped off so you could join us?” Becky asked, gazing in wonderment at the three naked bodies, Emily’s already entwined around her sister, her hand between Pam’s thighs feeling her still swollen, sticky pussy.

“Mmm,” Emily whispered into Pam’s ear. “Your cunt is so wet. Can I have a taste?” And she slid her finger between her little friend’s labia and then lifted it up to the tip of her tongue.
“Yummy,” she announced, grinning to everyone as Becky watched her sister’s new friend, marveling at her lack of inhibition and realizing immediately that Pam had found someone her own age with whom she could share her sexual urges.

And, Becky thought to herself as she examined Emily’s cute little body, I wouldn’t mind sharing in that experience myself. Maybe even with Emily’s mom and her girlfriend too, she thought, eyeing the two beautiful women in front of her. I think I might like it here after all, she decided.

I assured Becky that we hadn’t all stripped to join her and Pam, but that we had been having our own fun downstairs while she cleaned herself up. Then I added, “Why don’t we all go downstairs again and outside to the hot tub, where we can relax and chat about the situation in which you and Pam find yourselves? Maybe among the bunch of us we can help decide what’s best for you two until things settle down. And perhaps you should call your aunt and see if she wants to join us so she can have her say in the matter too. I know you both think she feels put upon by having to look after you, but she is family after all, and is really responsible for your well being, you know. You’re both too young to look after yourselves,” I added quickly, as Becky started to protest.

But as I said this, I knew I would need to tell Sharon about Maggie’s coming on to me before we went much further. Knowing Sharon, however, I was sure she’d get a laugh out of the incident. At least, I hoped she would.

As usual, my darling little daughter came to the rescue and squealed, “Yeah, let’s all go party in the hot tub. We can show Becky about the jets,” she giggled.

Sharon, who had been quiet up to this point, smiled and smirked, “You and those jets, Emily. Sounds like you have an on-going love affair with them.”

My daughter stuck out her tongue at Sharon and teased, “Well, you like ‘em too. I’ve seen you.”

“Okay you two, break it up,” I laughed. “If we’re going to go, let’s grab some towels and get moving. No need for swim suits,” I added, in case Becky was wondering what to wear. “We go in naked.” I smiled at her. “What about your aunt? Shall we invite her over?”

“She has that show today, remember?” Pam chimed in.

“Well, maybe tomorrow, then,” I suggested. At least that will give me time to decide how to tell Sharon about Maggie coming on to me, I thought to myself.

And so we left it at that, and all headed down to the now infamous hot tub for the next chapter in our weekend of surprises.

Continue on to Chapter 12

By Jeneee

As we passed through the kitchen, arms full of towels, I suddenly realized that maybe Becky was hungry. I had no idea when she’d eaten last, so I asked her if she’d like a sandwich and something to drink before we all tubbed, or ‘hit the jets,’ as Emily now fondly called it.

“That would be great, Jen,” she replied. “I am hungry, haven’t eaten anything since last night.”

“You should have said something, honey. Why don’t the rest of you hit the jets while I get something for Becky, and we can join you as soon as she’s eaten, okay?” I suggested to the others.

“Okay,” agreed Emily. “We’ll get it warmed up for you, Becky,” she smiled. “So don’t keep us waiting too long,” she added with a wink.

“I think you’ll find it’s already warm, sweetie,” I laughed. “That’s why they call it a hot tub.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Well, you know what I mean,” she smirked as she followed the others out of the kitchen door. Indeed I do, I thought to myself. Indeed I do.

Turning back to Becky, I asked, “What would you like, hon? I can scramble you some eggs if you like. Or maybe a chicken sandwich? And please, make yourself comfortable at the table.”

“Scrambled eggs sounds great, thanks Jen,” she replied, as she spread out her towel over a chair and pulled it up to the table. Her firm, naked breasts, with their hard, pointed nipples stared at me as I grabbed some food from the fridge and poured her a glass of orange juice. Becky’s young body was so trim and beautiful, and I envisioned how Pam would develop over the next few years, also wondering what their mother looked like.

“Is your mom as gorgeous as you and Pam?” I blurted out as I cracked open her eggs into the pan. That brought on a blush to her pretty face. Blushing seems to run in the family, I thought to myself as Becky then smiled, almost shyly, and I immediately realized she’d been trying to act tough and streetwise because of the circumstances in which she found herself, but underneath she was still a young fourteen year old girl, probably scared out of her wits wondering what would become of her and Pam. More experienced than most fourteen year olds, I realized, and more sexually aware, but still needing to lean on someone for guidance.

“She’s pretty, and I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger so, yes, she was beautiful then too.”

“Well, you two sure take after her, sweetie,” I replied.

“Thanks, Jen,” she mumbled. “Pam is right about you lot,” she added suddenly. “You’re all so nice and friendly.”

“What about your dad. What’s he like?” I wanted to know, as I put some bread into the toaster while the eggs fluffed up in the pan.

“He’s okay, I guess. He’s Dad, you know. Runs things. Like, you don’t argue with him, and Mom sort of just follows along. So we, you know, do what he says.” And she lowered her eyes. I think I was beginning to get the picture.

“So this club, it was his idea?” I probed. “And your mom just went along with it?” She nodded. “And what about you dancing, well, stripping really, was that his idea too?” Again Becky nodded and wouldn’t look at me. I buttered her toast and slid the eggs onto a plate, placing it in front of her on the table. Visions of my prying with Pam, and the effects it had had on her, flashed into my head, and I briefly thought I’d gone far enough with Becky and should let her eat in peace. But she then looked at me and spoke up.

“I know what you’re thinking Jen, and yes, I was scared when he told me I had to dance because some of the customers had asked. I think they may have been joking, but he thought it was a great idea. He had told me I had a sexy body many times before. I knew Mom wouldn’t interfere, so I didn’t have much choice. He put me together with one of the older girls to train me on how to do it right. She was okay and made me feel comfortable, but that first night – well, I was scared shitless. But it turned out I didn’t need to be. Everyone cheered me on and kept urging me to take off my clothes, so I soon felt better and kinda liked the attention. But taking off my bra and panties was still scary.

“Eventually I got used to it, though, and even looked forward to dancing. I guess I found out I was an exhibitionist, and liked it when people looked at my body. The girl who taught me said I had a gorgeous pussy and should show it off. After seeing most of the other dancers I realized what she meant, that mine was well, kinda different looking, prominent she said, and I guess you’ve noticed my sister’s too,” she looked up at me and smiled. “She told me you couldn’t take your eyes off her when Emily lifted her dress last night and showed hers off,” she giggled.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Well, yes, you two seem to have such large labia,” I stammered as I joined her at the table. “I guess it runs in your family.”

She giggled again, and I was happy she seemed to have settled down a bit. “Well, my mom doesn’t, but my aunt does – I’ve seen her naked before when I was younger, and was surprised to see she didn’t have any pubes like my mom. She told me she shaves her pussy, and I guess I kinda do the same thing now.”

“Yes, I couldn’t help noticing,” I smiled. “And on the subject of your aunt, how well do you know her girlfriend?”

“The one she has now? Not much, except that I don’t like her. She seems like a bitch and that’s why there was no way I was going to stay there with them. Pam didn’t have much choice but I sure did.” Becky had now finished her meal and stood up, taking her dishes over to the sink.

“Your aunt came on to me, you know, when I was over there with Pam. So I wondered how close she was with her girlfriend.”

Becky turned to me and grinned. “Really? That’s wild,” she said. “Maybe she’s not that tight with Janet after all. Good, I hope she dumps her.”

“Well, not for me,” I chuckled. “I have a live-in girlfriend already, as you know.”

“Yeah, Sharon. She’s hot looking,” Becky said, as she came over and hugged me, thanking me for feeding her. “Don’t worry about my aunt, though. She won’t be pissed if you don’t respond. But I’m glad she seems to be maybe getting rid of Janet. My aunt’s not all that bad, really, just into her art and stuff. You might even like her if you get to know her. Oh, and you are hot looking too,” she whispered in my ear as our bodies melded closely together.

“Thank you, sweetie,” I smiled at her, covering her butt cheeks with my palms as I pulled her tightly against me. “But I’m taken, remember?”

She pulled back a bit and tweaked my hardening nipples. “Yeah, I know, and she’s waiting for you right now, so let’s go join them, shall we?” she added with a smirk on her pretty face. “I wanna find out about those jets Emily keeps on raving about. Pam got my pussy warmed up this morning and I’m ready for some more action.”

I pulled away a bit and looked down, sliding one of my hands over her prominent lips, marveling at their fullness, feeling the moisture already gathering, and squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I commented. “You certainly are ready for more action, aren’t you?” I teased, as she thrust her pussy forward, not so eager to leave after all.

“Oh, Jen, that feels so good,” she whimpered as her eyes closed and a slight moan escaped her lips.

I don’t know what came over me then, but I couldn’t resist fingering this young teen’s treasure which seemed to be getting wetter by the second. I quickly knelt down in front of her to explore further and inhale the fragrance that seemed to pour from her, and before I knew it my lips had quickly found their way to her puffy, shiny labia. Her hands grasped the back of my head, tugging at my hair as she ground herself into me, and I responded by grabbing the cheeks of her butt and pulling her tightly against my face, which was now buried between her stumbling legs.

My tongue worked its way between her fleshy lips and snaked into her cunt as one of my fingers found her tight, warm asshole and prodded its way inside. Then she suddenly lost it and cried out as my lips now surrounded her clit which had sprung from its hiding place in tandem with the passion that now seemed to overcome her. Her sweet juices were pouring onto my tongue as my finger probed deeper inside her butt hole, and my mouth seemed to fuse with her deliciously plump pussy.

Then she screamed. Oh my, did she scream. And collapsed, floundering over my kneeling body, completely spent. I managed to hold us both up as she slowly recovered and regained her breathing. I carefully stood and pulled her up with me, and we swayed together for a while until she was fully recovered; well, almost fully.

I pulled back a bit and gently kissed her lips, stroking her long hair as she quietly moaned into my mouth and tasted herself on me. Her blue eyes slowly opened and gazed into mine, a slight smile forming on her face.

“Oh, Jen, that was incredible,” she managed, and hugged me tightly once more. Now I know why Pam loves it here so much. If Emily takes after you, she is definitely in good hands.” And then she giggled again. “Hadn’t we better go join the others before they wonder what we are up to?” she asked shyly.

“Somehow,” I replied, “I think we are all going to be up to the same thing as the day progresses. I think we just got a head start on everyone else.”

“Well, not really,” she reminded me. “We all had something going on earlier, remember? We just mixed things up a bit, changed partners, right? And now I owe you big,” she giggled.

I rubbed my dampening pussy with one hand and smiled, “Yes, I guess you do. You certainly do. Now, let’s go see what’s happening in the hot tub.”

And we grabbed our towels and ran outside laughing, banging the kitchen door behind us.

“What kept you so long?” Emily cried as she saw us coming. Becky and I looked at each other and smiled – smiles that I’m sure Sharon couldn’t help but notice – smiles that told her exactly what had kept us for so long.

Then, without a word, Becky and I both jumped in and hit the jets.

Continue on to Chapter 13

By Jeneee

As Sharon and I slid our bodies into the bubbling hot water after carefully placing the drinks we brought with us onto the deck beside the hot tub, my girlfriend let out a contented sigh of satisfaction. I settled myself down beside her and smiled across at our two sweet young companions asking, “So girls, does it get any better than this?”

Pam giggled and replied that it felt even better than before, now that we were all there together…

“…naked,” Emily finished for her, laughing. She flung her arm around Pam’s shoulder and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ear at which Pam giggled again.

“Hey, no secrets, no fair,” Sharon laughed.

“I was just asking her if she wanted to try jetting again. It’s even better without panties on,” Emily told her, as she started to squirm around a bit. And how would she know that? I wondered. “There, found one,” she announced with glee. “Woo-hoo, it feels sooo… mmmm!”

She giggled at Pam and whispered in her ear again. We watched as her new friend moved slightly to her left, giving a little jerk as contact was obviously made.

“See? Told you, didn’t I,” Emily said, watching Pam closely. “Makes my cunny tingle,” she added with a saucy grin on her face.

“Emily!” I scolded.

“Well, you do it, Mommy. I’ve seen you, and so does Sharon, so why can’t we?” There was no argument from us there as Sharon looked at me and smirked. Pam had elbowed Emily again, but only halfheartedly this time, as she was starting to get used to her new friend’s boldness.

“Are you sure you still want to be Emily’s friend, Pam?” I asked her laughing, knowing that there was no way my daughter was going to restrain her outspoken, precocious self, at least while in our company.

Pam smiled across at me and nodded her head, then quickly squirmed herself around to move beside me saying, “Yes, I’m sure, and I want to be your friend too, Jen, and Sharon’s,” she added. And she kissed my cheek. The touch of her soft body, along with Sharon’s on the other side of me, aroused a feeling quite similar to that which I had experienced in the shower earlier in the afternoon. In other words, my pussy was on fire again.

“Hey, what about me?” Emily pouted. “I feel lonely over here all by myself.”

“Aww, you poor little girl,” Sharon teased, and she slid over to hug her as Emily stuck out her tongue at us.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily announced with glee. “We’ve traded girlfriends!” And she gave Sharon a big kiss on her lips as if to emphasize the point.

“Wow, hot stuff, Sharon,” she giggled. “I want some more of that.”

What a little hussy my little girl was turning out to be. And there’s that bonding again, I thought to myself, watching my cute daughter snuggle alongside my beautiful girlfriend. And I realized once more just how really beautiful Sharon was. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes set wide apart on her heart-shaped face gave her a completely exotic look. And her body was gorgeous too. She was taller than me, with long, slim legs, shapely hips and a firm, tight butt. Her boobs were as small as mine, but firm, with large dark brown nipples proudly crowning each mound.

And she’s all mine, I thought contentedly — well, until now at least, I added, giggling to myself as I watched her with an arm around my sweet little girl.

Sharon noticed me watching them and looked across at me and Pam, winking. “Well you two sure make a cute couple,” she laughed, glancing from me to Pam. I looked down to see Pam smiling back at Sharon and hugged her to me again. She was such an adorable little girl.

“I am so glad Emily met you today, sweetie,” I told her. I think you two are going to be really good for each other.”

“I think you are all good for me,” she whispered. “You make me feel like I belong to someone again. I miss my parents and my sister, and I don’t think what they did was wrong, but…” and she stopped suddenly, biting her lip.

“What, hon?” I asked, but quickly added, not wanting another tearful scene, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, really. I didn’t realize you had a sister, though. How old is she and who is looking after her?”

“She ran away from home after, you know, after everything happened. She’s only fourteen, but she said that there was no way they were going to ever put her into a foster home. She promised to come back for me as soon as she could. But I don’t know where she went and neither does my aunt.” She hesitated again. “Is it okay if we talk about it later, Jen? I don’t want to spoil the mood now,” she added, and reached up to kiss me like Emily had done to Pam, on my lips. My poor heart fluttered at the gentleness of her touch.

“It’s okay sweetie, I understand,” I managed, stroking her hair. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it now.” And I promptly returned her little kiss after which she smiled, and then gave a big sigh.

“What, hon?” I prompted.

“You make me so happy, Jen. I wish I could stay here with you all.” She paused a moment before saying, “Can I ask you something, like, kinda personal?”

I nodded.

“How long have you known you were a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not sure I am altogether, sweetie. I was married, you know. I’m probably what you would call bi. I like both sexes, but I must admit that right now I prefer women, and you are convincing me of that even more,” I laughed, tweaking her chin. She smiled, as if to say she was so happy to hear that.

“I just wondered, ‘cause I think I am one — a lesbian — just like my aunt. Well, not like my aunt really, ‘cause she’s a bitch most of the time. Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to swear,” she added, quickly.

I laughed, hugging her tightly once more. “I think you are too young to know what you are right now, sweetie,” I explained, “but there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way, if that’s the way it turns out for you.”

She squeezed against me again. I was unconsciously stroking the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as I tried to think of what else to tell her when she looked up at me and half whispered, “That feels so good, Jen.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“What you’re doing, like, you know, to my leg. It makes me feel all tingly inside.” I felt her open her thighs a little wider to encourage me to continue. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded softly, as I momentarily paused, realizing what was happening here. Glancing over at Sharon, I was even more surprised to see her kissing Emily again, this time seemingly in earnest.

Wow, this is getting interesting, I thought. Moments ago they had been giggling away over there at some kind of joke or other, but that had quickly changed. I was even more astounded when I noticed Emily’s hand cupping one of Sharon’s breasts as they kissed.

Adding to my arousal, I suddenly I felt Pam gently stroking my thigh, and then I knew there was no stopping what was inevitably developing here. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my hand further up along her thigh until it eventually reached that glorious juncture I had stared at hours before — her soft puffy mound, and she hissed fiercely into my shoulder “Yessss, oh yesssss,” and hunched her pussy against me as hard as she could.

I slowly stroked her soft lips, feeling the slippery moisture of her arousal increase as I parted them gently. Her head was now buried into my shoulder and little whimpers escaped her lips as she squirmed against me when I rubbed my fingertips softly over her hard little button.

“Oooh, it’s been sooo long,” I heard her moan, “…so long,” and I knew immediately that she was experienced. Visions of Pam and her sister together filled my mind, but I would learn more about that later. Right now all I wanted to do was to caress this little girl until she reached whatever pinnacle an eight-year-old is capable of feeling. At the same time my own pussy was hungry for attention, and the fingers of my other hand quickly slid down between my thighs to help satisfy my own urgings.

We became oblivious to everything else around us as we blended our ecstasy together. I was twenty years older than Pam but at that moment we were the same, lovers experiencing the ultimate joy as one. All of a sudden her hand clenched tightly on my thigh, and I knew my little adorable sweetheart had climaxed as a squeal escaped her lips and she appeared to stop breathing momentarily. This spurred me immediately on to mine, and we were soon clinging together, trying to catch our breath, smiles pasted on our faces, suddenly aware of being watched from the other side of the hot tub.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Emily asked cautiously.

“Mommy’s fine,” I replied. “More than fine.” I smiled, almost adding that I was just testing out her new girlfriend for her, but buttoning my lip in time, realizing that it would sound a bit crass, and besides, it wasn’t really the truth. What had happened, happened. And it was a delightful, sensual and beautiful experience, one I would not be ashamed to repeat.

“You two were kind of, well, going at it hot and heavy over there,” chimed in Sharon.

“Well, you can talk,” I laughed. “Last thing I saw was you and Emily necking away with her hand squeezing your boob. Then I kinda lost track.”

“Well, we couldn’t help stopping to watch you two when we came up for air and realized what you were up to,” Sharon added. “I should be sooo jealous, but I’m not. Instead, I’m feeling quite aroused,” she confessed.

Emily giggled and asked her, “Really? Then maybe we should continue where we left off,” and grabbed for her boob again. Sharon seemed like she wasn’t about to argue the point.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I laughed, standing up in the hot tub and moving over to Sharon and Emily, giving them both a big hug.

Pam followed me and squeezed in with us, kissing Emily on her lips. “Hope you’re not mad at me,” she teased, “but your mom was so hard to resist once she got started.”

“So we noticed,” Emily giggled, slyly sliding her hand down between Pam’s thighs to her pussy. “Now, am I going to be hard to resist too?” she wanted to know.

“Mmmm, not if you keep that up,” Pam sighed, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder.

Sharon and I watched as our two young lovers suddenly forgot about us, lost in their own version of paradise. Our hot tub had now had a second christening of the type we could never have imagined the first time Sharon and I made love amid its bubbling warmth.

And now this evening was the beginning of a whole new kind of relationship for my little girl. She would learn quickly, I now knew, about the delights awaiting her with another member of her own sex, one who’d had experiences she was only too willing to share with her new girlfriend.

I found myself hoping her aunt would let her stay the night.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

It was now much later in the evening. The sun had set, the hot tub was empty of its hot bodies, jets now silent, cover on for the night — and the party had moved indoors once again to the living room. Soft fluffy towels were draped around two very tired but contented little girls cuddled side by side on the loveseat, as Sharon and I sat together on the couch, sipping wine from yet another bottle of Merlot, glowing in the aftermath of what had been an extraordinary experience with our two young lovers.

In fact, we all had reason to glow. Another telephone call to Pam’s aunt had met no resistance to the suggestion that Pam stay the night with us. In fact her aunt almost sounded relieved that her niece would be out of her hair, leaving her able to indulge in whatever it was she indulged herself when free of her young charge. We assured her she was in good, safe hands — And yes, you can take that both ways, I thought to myself with a giggle as we hung up the phone. Needless to say, Pam was delighted, and the smile on Emily’s face at the news was priceless.

“You can sleep with me in my bed,” she announced to Pam, with a wicked little grin on her cherubic face.

“Well, at least it’s Friday night and you don’t have school tomorrow,” I noted. “Somehow I don’t think you two will be getting much sleep,” I added, laughing. Emily giggled, but Pam yawned.

“Oh, I think we’ll get some sleep, Jen. I’m tired from all the exercise we’ve had today,” grinned Pam. “I’m so happy my aunt let me stay the night.” And she leaned back on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contentedly

“Me too,” giggled Emily. “I can lend you a nightie if you like. Or we can always sleep naked,” she added, with that glint in her eye again, as she snaked her hand underneath Pam’s towel, exploring her soft body once more. My daughter the she-devil, at it again, I thought. She sure takes after her mom.

“Better wear nighties,” Pam said, “in case we have to get up and go pee during the night,” she suggested to Emily. That girl thinks ahead, I thought to myself. I was liking her even more.

“Come on upstairs with me, hon,” I told her as I stood up. “I’ll find one of Emily’s nighties for you.”

And she separated herself from my daughter and followed me out of the room like a little puppy dog. Actually I had an ulterior motive in splitting her from Emily for a moment. We hadn’t had a chance to talk privately since our little session together in the hot tub and I wanted to find out more about her background. She stood next to me, hugging the towel around her, as I searched through Emily’s drawer for some cute PJs for her to wear.

“You seemed to know what you were doing with me — and with Emily — in the hot tub this evening, sweetie,” I remarked. “This wasn’t the first time for you, was it?”

She shuffled her feet slightly as I waited for an answer, another blush creeping over her sweet face. “Not really,” she replied, now looking directly into my eyes. “Are you mad at me, Jen?”

I smiled and hugged her to me as I answered. “No hon, not at all. But I am curious about how you got your experience, as well as what happened to you to cause you to have to stay with your aunt — of whom you seem not to be too fond, I might add. Like I told you before, you don’t have to explain, Pam, but you can understand my curiosity, can’t you?”

She looked down at the floor, hesitantly.

“I’m guessing you and your sister used to, well, play around together. Is that right?” I prompted.

And as Jen’s tears flowed once more I felt like a bit of a heel putting her into this position again, but at the same time, as I told her as I tried to comfort her, she might feel a lot better talking about it. I held her tightly as the sobs slowly died away, and tilted her head up to me, softly wiping her eyes with the corner of her towel, which by now had parted slightly, revealing her beautiful little body to my eager eyes again.

I crouched down and stroked her hair, looking into those moist baby blues of hers while she decided what she was going to tell me.

“I miss my sister so much, Jen,” she blurted out. “She taught me a lot and sort of looked after me when my parents were busy with, you know, with their business.”

“What kind of business was it?” I gently probed.

“Well, they ran a sort of club, you know, where adults could come to have fun and stuff.”

I waited, not pushing her.

She continued. “They had dancers and drinking and stuff like that, and…” she paused again.

“You mean like a night club?” I prompted.

She nodded. “But it was more than that,” she continued. “People did, you know, like, they had sex there too.” She looked at me to see how shocked I might be.

“Is that why your mom and dad were arrested?” I asked.

“Yeah, but, not only that.” And she hugged me again, tearing up once more. “They started having Becky dance there too. You know? My sister.”

That’s when it dawned on me, and I was shocked for the moment, but quickly tried to hide it from Pam.

“Was Becky all right with that, sweetie?” I asked. Was she forced to do that?”

“Oh no, she loved it, everyone cheering her on the way they did when she, you know, took off her clothes.” I held my breath, waiting.

As if sensing my thoughts Pam quickly added, “And no, she never had sex there with anyone, just danced. She only had sex with me. And she’s the one who taught me everything I know.”

I breathed a sigh of relief at that, at least. “How did she start with you, sweetie?” I wanted to know.

Once more she hesitated. “Well, after she finished dancing she always came back to our little room in the back of the club to sleep, while the parties kept going on. It didn’t close until very late so we had a bed in the back.”

“You mean you were at the club too?” I asked, in disbelief, this time not successful at hiding my shock.

She started to cry again. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” she stammered between sobs. “Now you’ll hate me. It wasn’t like I wanted to be there but my mom and dad didn’t want to leave me all night with a babysitter, so they took me with them. The noise usually didn’t bother me so I was able to sleep. Until Becky came back, that is.”

“Aww, hon. I don’t hate you at all. It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. But now I understand why you miss your sister so much, and also why she took off the way she did. She was right, they would have put her in a home, and I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” And I held our sweet new friend closely to me, giving her time to recover once more.

Pam eventually settled down but still clung tightly to me. “Thanks for understanding, Jen. I feel so comfortable here with you, and Emily and Sharon. My aunt didn’t think much of what my parents were doing, especially getting Becky involved that way. My sister told me that one day they were going to get me to dance too and I was a bit afraid of that — whether I’d be any good, I mean. She told me not to worry because I was so cute and everyone would love me.

“She used to cuddle with me in our bed and try to comfort me, and it made me feel so good. Then one night she, well, you know, started explaining all about my body and showing me things, and showing me hers and how I would look when I got older. Before long she was playing with me down there, and it felt so good that I began to look forward to her coming to bed after her show every night.

“Since she has been gone I really miss all that and until tonight, when you played with me, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. And then when Emily started with me, it was like heaven again,” she giggled, seemingly recovering from her previous upset state.

“I think Emily adores you sweetie,” I assured her. “Even if you decide to tell her what you’ve just told me, I’m sure it won’t make one bit of difference to her.”

She smiled at me, then kissed me softly on the lips again. “Thanks Jen, I adore all of you too, and I’m so glad you don’t think badly of me.”

I slid my hands around behind her and cupped her cute little butt cheeks as I returned her kiss. She was so deliciously firm and soft in my hands and I pulled her tightly to me wanting to explore further but resisting the temptation knowing that it was getting late and that Sharon and Emily would be wondering why it was taking so long to find her a nightie. With an enormous amount of will power I reluctantly pulled away, whispering that we had better get back downstairs.

Standing up, I took her hand in mine as she wrapped the towel around her again, grabbed the nightie in my other hand and led her downstairs once more to join Emily and Sharon whom we found curled up together on the couch, Emily apparently asleep on Sharon’s shoulder.

My girlfriend looked at me questioningly, obviously wondering why it had taken us so long to find some PJs for Pam, but not wanting to move in case she disturbed Emily. I gave her my ‘tell you later’ glance and she nodded.

Pam smiled when she saw her new friend and whispered, “I told you we’d sleep tonight, didn’t I, Jen? Emily is as tired as I am.”

She then looked at both of us, dropped her towel onto the floor with a mischievous grin on her face and seemed to take her own sweet time pulling the nightie over her head to cover herself. Hmm, a little show for our benefit? I mused to myself as the hem finally slid down to cover her sweet and prominently puffy pussy from our view. Somehow, I thought we’d be seeing much more of her charms in the not-too-distant future.

Sharon gently lifted the sleeping Emily into her arms and the four of us slowly and quietly climbed the stairs once more, Pam still clinging to my hand. As we tucked the girls into Emily’s bed, Pam snuggled closely to her new friend who hadn’t awakened, and, sliding an arm around her, smiled at us before closing her eyes to what would undoubtedly be the sweetest of dreams.

I turned off the light on the table beside their bed, slipped my arm around Sharon’s waist and led her to our room, preparing to fill her in on all the latest news I had learned from Emily’s, and our, new girlfriend. An eventful day in our lives was finally winding down, promising an even more exciting weekend to follow.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

As I related what I knew about Pam’s background to Sharon she became more and more surprised, but now understood why the little girl had reacted the way she had at various times during the evening.

“I really scolded Emily for pulling up Pam’s dress the way she did, but now that I think about it Pam must have been more worried about how we would react to her not having any panties on, rather than being embarrassed about us seeing her pussy,” Sharon decided. “I guess she was afraid we’d never invite her back, even though we knew she was naked underneath.”

“Well, whatever you said to Emily sure had the right effect, anyway,” I laughed. “She seemed quite sorry for what she did, but I was still surprised at the way the girls made up. That was so intense, the way they kissed each other like that. And,” I added in a teasing voice, “that was quite a session you and Emily had in the hot tub, girlfriend of mine,” I giggled.

“Mmm, yes,” Sharon murmured as she slowly caressed one of my boobs, gently squeezing the hardening nipple. “Your little girl is becoming quite a sexual young lady for her age, and I must admit she arouses feelings in me that must have been hidden deep inside for a long time. I was a little apprehensive about how you would react at first until I saw the way you and Pam were going at it,” she smirked. “But now that I know a bit of her history, it makes much more sense.”

“I think we both learned something new about each other tonight,” I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand across her firm tummy down to her pussy, finding it already soaked. “Mmm, and I don’t think it’s at all bad, do you?” I added.

As a way of answering she spread her legs wider to allow me to continue and kissed me deeply on the lips.

Later we fell contentedly asleep in each other’s arms following a really intense session of love making inspired by the new understanding we had developed. We had each other, and we now had our new little lovers. What could be more perfect than that?

Morning came quickly and our sleep was shattered by squeals of joy as two young girls bounced together on our bed imploring us to “Wake up, wake up, you two! It’s time to start the weekend.” Pam positioned herself spreadeagled over my chest while Emily crawled all over Sharon who was moaning, still half asleep, that it was too early to get up.

“So, what were you two doing last night in bed that makes you so tired this morning?” Emily teased.

Sharon opened one eye squinting at her and replied “None of your business, young lady.”

Emily giggled, looking over to me for an answer, as if she didn’t already know. I just winked at her and asked her how she and Pam had slept.

“Real good, Mom,” she said, “but I don’t even remember coming up to bed. I woke up with Pam snuggled up beside me and thought I must be dreaming. Then it all came back to me.”

“You fell asleep on Sharon’s shoulder when I brought Pam up to find a nightie for her, so Sharon finally had to carry you up to bed. You didn’t even wake up when we tucked Pam in beside you. You must have been tired from our little party last night,” I teased.

She leaned down and kissed Sharon on the lips saying, “Thanks for bringing me up to bed, Sharon. I hope I wasn’t too heavy for you.”

By now, Sharon had given up trying to go back to sleep and simply sighed, “No, sweetie, you are as light as a feather.” Emily giggled and bounced up and down on her chest. “Ugh, but now you feel like a really heavy feather,” Sharon complained. “And if you keep bouncing like that, you’re going to have a nasty effect on my bladder.”

“Going to pee in your panties, are you?” Emily teased, squirming again.

“No, I’m not wearing any panties to pee in,” she laughed in reply, “and I don’t want to wet the sheets, so stop wriggling around like that, you little vixen.”

“I gotta go pee too,” Pam announced as she jumped off the bed. “Beat you to the bathroom.” And off she flew. Emily was not far behind, leaving Sharon and I together in peace once again.

“Welcome to the weekend, baby,” I smiled. “Looks like we’re going to have our hands full today.”

We both slowly crawled out of bed, Sharon traipsing downstairs to the other bathroom to pee, not bothering to throw on a robe. As I sat on the edge of the bed rubbing my eyes, I thought about all that had happened yesterday and what was in store for us today. I knew we had to take Pam home soon, and wondered what kind of reception we would receive from her aunt.

I also wondered what her aunt knew about her niece’s sexual experiences with her sister, if anything. I needed to find out a little bit more from Pam before encountering her aunt, and decided I’d probe further as I drove her home. But before that, I had to think about breakfast. Throwing on a robe, I left the bedroom to go downstairs to put on the coffee.

As I passed the bathroom, I heard the shower running and squeals of laughter coming from our two young lovers as they undoubtedly washed each other’s backs, and probably much more. The smile was still on my face as I reached the kitchen in time to see Sharon exiting the bathroom.

“Make it in time?” I teased, as I plugged in the coffee maker.

“Only just,” she replied. “So, what are you smiling at now?”

“Just picturing the girls in the shower with each other, that’s all.”

My naked girlfriend laughed. “Hmm, wonder what they’re up to?” she mused. “Maybe I’ll go peek,” she added with a sneaky glint in her eye.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it,” I teased, giving her shapely naked body the once-over.

Sticking out her tongue, she swung her hips sensually, looking over her shoulder at me as she left the kitchen. It was all I could do not to follow, but duty called. There was breakfast to prepare.

Meanwhile, up in the shower the girls were still giggling as they squirted soap at one another, rubbing it all over their smooth young bodies. “Last night I saw my mom playing with your pussy when you were kissing each other in the hot tub,” Emily told Pam. “What did it feel like?”

“It felt great, just like this will,” Pam replied, sliding a soapy hand down over Emily’s mound and slipping a finger between her lips. Emily sighed and leaned back against the shower wall as she enjoyed the feeling her new friend was generating between her legs.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked as Emily tried to thrust her pussy harder onto Pam’s hand, spreading her legs in the process and almost falling down.

Emily mmm’d in response and then added, “We should try this in bed sometime. I’m having trouble standing up, it feels so good. This must be what Mom and Sharon do in bed too.”

Pam smiled. “Yes, and a lot more too, I bet.”

“How do you know so much?” Emily asked.

“My sister. She taught me a lot when we were living with Mom and Dad.”

“And all this time I thought you were so shy, you little sneak,” Emily teased as she reached down to grab Pam’s pussy. “Wow Pam, your pussy is so much more, well, fleshy than mine. It’s so puffy.” And she squeezed Pam’s lips in her hand, causing them to pout way out from her body.

Pam moaned at Emily’s touch and said, “Yeah, that’s why you can see so much of me when I’m wearing panties, or even shorts. And that’s why I wear dresses or skirts so often. I used to get teased at school otherwise, but I learned fast.”

“And just what are you two up to?” came Sharon’s voice as she pulled aside the shower curtain catching the girls feeling each other’s pussies.

“You snuck up on us! No fair,” shrieked Emily. “And you’re naked too, woo-hoo!” she added with glee. “You gonna come in and join us! Look at her boobies, Pam. Aren’t they huge?”

Sharon laughed as she stepped into the shower between the girls.

“Now it’s really crowded in here,” giggled Pam, squirting some liquid soap over Sharon’s boobs. Emily immediately started to rub the suds all over Sharon as Pam squealed in delight, squirting the bottle again, this time over Sharon’s tummy.

“My turn,” she announced, putting the bottle down on the shelf. And she started rubbing the soapy bubbles over Sharon’s mid-section and then slyly down over her mound, eventually reaching in between her legs. “Got to get this clean,” she giggled, sliding her fingers between Sharon’s lips. “Have to wash all the leftover pee from it.”

Sharon was in heaven from all the attention the two young girls were paying her, and knew she would lose control very shortly from what was now Pam’s exquisite exploration of her pussy.

“Oh god, Pam, what are you doing? Ohhhh.”

Emily was watching Sharon’s face closely as she continued to soap her mom’s girlfriend’s boobs. Her nipples had grown so hard between her fingers and she knew Pam must be doing something to Sharon’s pussy that she just had to learn more about.

Suddenly Sharon threw her head back against the shower wall and let out a moan as she grabbed at Pam’s hands, holding them tightly against her pussy, not moving anymore.

Slowly Sharon recovered from her orgasm and gazed down at Pam, still breathing heavily. “Oh, Pam,” she managed. “Where did you learn to do that? It was so… incredible.”

“My sister taught me,” Pam replied, looking up at Sharon’s flushed face.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet her,” was all Sharon could manage to say. “Come on girls,” she finally added. “We have to finish up in here and dry off. Your mom’s probably got breakfast ready for us by now, Emily.”

Everyone rinsed quickly and Sharon turned off the water, grabbed some fluffy bath towels and proceeded to help the girls dry off. Then, bundling more towels over their damp hair, they all grabbed robes from the bedroom and trooped downstairs to sample the delicious food Jen had laid out for them all.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Jeneee

The breakfast table looked like something from an ad for an exotic spa with four robed females, three with towels wrapped around their heads, busy munching away on fruit, scrambled eggs and whole-wheat toast. Pitchers of orange juice and mugs of coffee completed the picture, and soon all four were fully charged and ready to attack the weekend, and whatever delights it had to offer, with gusto.

“We have to get you home, Pam,” I reminded her. “It’s time for me to go meet your aunt and explain your absence, and see if you might be able to spend some more time with us this weekend — that is, if you want to,” I added.

Pam nodded her head briskly, a big smile on her face, as Emily chanted, “Yes, yes, yes, of course she wants to!”

“And if she’s okay with it — and from what you already said about her, I imagine she won’t mind — you’ll need to get some clean clothes to wear. You can’t keep wearing that pretty dress every day. You’ll also need more undies and a toothbrush as well. I’ll drive you home after I have my shower. Emily and Sharon, you two can clean up the breakfast dishes and straighten up the house while we’re gone… please? ” I entreated.

“Sure Mom, just bring her back, okay?” Emily replied, hugging Pam and kissing her cheek. “I kinda like having her around to play with,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah, and don’t forget to do your homework, Emily,” I reminded her.

She scowled and stuck her tongue out at me as she glanced at Pam. “We don’t have any this weekend, do we, Pam?” she asked with a mischievous wink.

I laughed. “Don’t try to con Pam into lying for you, you little troublemaker. Now I’m going upstairs for my shower, so get busy, everyone.”

Sharon saluted me. “Yes, ma’am!” she answered, trying not to smirk. I winked at her, turned, and climbed upstairs to the bathroom once more. “Okay girls, you heard her. Help me clear off the table and get these dishes done,” Sharon told Emily and Pam as she rose from her seat. “On second thought, Pam, you’d better go up to Emily’s room and get dressed, so that you’re ready to leave when Jen has finished her shower.”

“I’ll go help her,” Emily said, scraping her chair back.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sharon replied quickly. “Pam is old enough to dress herself and fix her hair without you,” she laughed. “Besides, I know just what kind of help you’d give her, you little vixen,” she added with a smirk. “Dishes!” Sharon commanded again to Emily, pointing at the sink. “Now off you go, Pam. Better get ready to look nice for your aunt.”

So Pam sighed reluctantly and made her way up to Emily’s room again. Standing in front of the mirror she unwound the towel from her head and let her now almost dry hair fall back down over her shoulders. Untying the belt of her robe and shrugging it off onto the floor, she reached for a brush on Emily’s dresser and started gently untangling the knots in her hair until it was once again smooth and shiny.

By then, I had finished my shower and was passing Emily’s room when I noticed Pam in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her robe lying on the floor beside her.

“Oh, here you are, sweetie. I was just going downstairs to ask you to get ready while I finished dressing, but I see you beat me to it. Your hair looks so shiny and, mmmm, smells so good,” I added, walking up behind her. I took the brush from her hand and added a few strokes of my own, marveling at the reflection of her beautiful young body in the mirror.

“Thanks, Jen,” she whispered, turning toward me, taking the brush out of my hand and placing it back on the dresser. She hugged me to her naked body and looked up at me with her shiny blue eyes.

Kissing her softly on her forehead, I assured her it was my pleasure. “Now, we’d better get you dressed and home, young lady,” I smiled. “Time for me to go meet your aunt.”

She nodded and picked up the robe from the floor, grabbing her panties and socks from beside the dresser, and sat down on the bed. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” she giggled. “Don’t you think you should get dressed too?”

“Right,” I replied, tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous little body, somewhat embarrassed. “See you downstairs.”

I quickly returned to my room and combed out my own hair, pulled on clean panties and shorts, and slid my arms into one of my favorite cropped shirts, tying it under my breasts. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I decided to add a touch of lipstick and mascara, and then, satisfied, made my way downstairs again.

“My, don’t we look sharp,” Sharon smiled as I came into the kitchen, finding her and Emily busy cleaning up. Pam was sitting at the table in her cute white flowered dress, watching the others.

“Thanks, girlfriend,” I replied, walking over to her and giving her a hug. “Got an aunt to impress,” I added with a wink.

“Well, just don’t impress her too much,” she giggled. “I’m the jealous type, you know.”

“Mom, hurry back, okay?” piped up my daughter as I patted her butt and thanked her for helping Sharon clean up. “And make sure you bring Pam back with you, too,” she ordered.

“Well, we’ll see what her aunt has to say,” I told her. Turning to Pam I said, “Okay, let’s go, sweetie. We have a little trip to make.”

Pam walked over to Emily and gave her a kiss, telling her not to worry. If she knew her aunt, she’d be back soon to stay for the weekend, she assured her.

Pam and I then left my girlfriend and my daughter to finish the clean up and we walked together out the front door to climb into my slightly aging and dilapidated red car.

It didn’t take Sharon and Emily long to get the kitchen back into shape, after which they both went upstairs to get dressed. “Think she’ll come back with Mom?” Emily asked, hopefully.

“Sounds like you really want her to,” Sharon smiled. “I think it’s cute that you have a new girlfriend, but you have to be prepared to accept what her aunt decides.”

“Yeah, I know,” Emily replied. “But I really like her, an’ I know we can be great friends, Sharon. Like, well, like you and Mom are, you know?” she added, throwing her arms around Sharon’s waist and hugging her.

Sharon looked down fondly at Emily and unwrapped the towel from her hair whispering that they had better hurry and get dressed. Emily pulled away a bit, giggled, and untied the belt around Sharon’s robe.

“Okay, I’ll help you first,” she teased, as Sharon’s boobs flashed before her eyes. Reaching up and cupping them both with her hands she added, “I love these. Do you think mine will grow to be like yours?”

Sharon’s breath tightened a little at the young girl’s soft touch on her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. “Maybe more like your mom’s than mine, I think,” she whispered, squeezing Emily’s hands but not removing them.

“Does it feel good when I touch you? Like when Mom does this?” Emily wanted to know.

“Yes, sweetheart, it feels great.”

“Can I ask you something, Sharon? Like in the shower this morning, when Pam was washing your… your pussy? What was she doing that made you so… well, so excited? Can you show me? Pulease?”

Sharon could feel her pussy already reacting to Emily’s touch on her boobs, and now he thought of what Pam had done in the shower earlier was causing her juices to flow even more. After a few seconds of debate she motioned the young girl over to the bed and sat down, spreading her legs wide, asking Emily to kneel in front of her. Emily stared intently at the older woman’s pussy, noting the now shiny labia parting slightly.

“You look so wet, Sharon,” she giggled. “Am I making you horny?”

By way of an answer Sharon reached down with her hands and spread her lips even wider. “Slide two of your fingers inside me,” she told Emily.

Emily did as she was asked. “Oh, it’s so warm and slippery in there!” she cried.

Sharon moaned as the little girl’s fingers explored further. “Now take your thumb and rub it gently over my clit. It should be poking out at you. See it?”

Emily did, and she rolled her thumb from side to side over the hard nubbin, causing Sharon to jerk slightly.

“Did I hurt you?” Emily asked, stopping what she was doing.

“N…no sweetie. It’s sensitive, but it feels so good when you do that.”

“Is that what Pam was doing to you?”

“Sort of. Now press harder with your two fingers inside me, like up toward the front of my pussy, and continue rubbing my clit like you were doing with your thumb. That’s what Pam was doing. Only she has done it a lot before, and she had just the right touch to make me feel so excited that I had an orgasm real fast.”

“Is that what you and Mom do too?” Emily asked, fascinated, as she watched Sharon’s face closely to see if she was doing it right.

“Yessss, sometimes, and a lot more too,” she replied, lifting her butt from the bed to help Emily’s fingers hit the right spots. “Ohh baby, that feels so good,” she encouraged. “Keep doing that, yessss, just like that.”

Emily watched closely as Sharon’s eyes closed and her moaning became more intense. Spurred on by this reaction, Emily increased the pressure of her two fingers on the inside of Sharon’s pussy and flicked her thumb faster back and forth across her clit. Sharon’s breathing intensified as her butt lifted from the bed and she almost screamed out to Emily not to stop.

“Yes, yes, oh yesssss, oh my god, yesssssssss,” she moaned as she came hard, juices flowing from her engorged pussy over Emily’s fingers. Emily didn’t know whether to remove her fingers or not as Sharon’s breathing slowly returned to normal, so she just left them inside her pussy, sliding them around gently in the wet and sticky goo.

Sharon finally opened her eyes and smiled at Emily, grasping her wrist and sliding her fingers slowly out. Emily watched as they reappeared, covered in a white and creamy substance which clung to her fingers in strands. Experimentally, she held her hand to her face and stuck out her tongue, tasting the shiny juices. “Mmm, not bad,” she smiled, and licked some more. “Your pussy tastes kinda… well, nice,” she added, watching for Sharon’s reaction.

“Yeah, that’s what your mom always says, too,” Sharon told her, adding, “and I bet yours does too, you little vixen. Wow, you sure learn fast.”

“And now I can practice on Pam,” Emily giggled. “You said she’d done it a lot. Who taught her what to do?”

“Well, I think you’d better ask her that, not me, young lady. But I’m sure she will tell you.”

“Do all pussies taste as good as yours, Sharon? Like, does Mom’s?”

“Yes, your mom’s does, but I don’t exactly go around sampling lots of pussies, you silly girl.”

Emily plunked herself on the bed beside Sharon and untied her robe. Leaning back she asked, with a wicked gleam in her eye, “Wanna sample mine?”

Sharon couldn’t believe the precociousness of her girlfriend’s daughter, but then again, supposed she should have expected it. Staring at the sweet pussy being offered by Emily she found herself weakening.

Kneeling down between the girl’s legs, she raised them over her shoulders, lifted Emily’s butt off the bed and slowly slid her tongue up and down over her plump lips. Emily sighed at the touch and reached down to the sides of Sharon’s head, holding her tightly as Sharon gently explored the young girl’s labia. Spreading her lips slightly with her thumbs, she was able to slip her tongue inside a little and taste the sweet fragrance of her creamy juices, surprised at the ease with which they now seemed to flow.

Lost in the delight of being licked for the first time, Emily could not keep still and it took all of Sharon’s determination to keep her mouth in contact with the sweet young pussy. Squealing and squeaking with pleasure, Emily’s hands clenched tightly against Sharon’s head, pulling on her hair so much that the older woman jerked occasionally from the pain.

Eventually Emily reached a peak in her excitement and froze against Sharon’s mouth, her breath coming in sharp little jerks. Sharon waited until Emily finally came down from her pinnacle before moving away slightly. The young girl’s eyes were still closed as her breathing slowly returned to normal, her wet pussy swollen and juicy with her excitement.

As Sharon slowly ran her fingertips over Emily’s lips, feeling the slippery softness of her engorged little pussy, Emily uttered a single word, “Wow!”

Sharon smiled and caressed the sides of Emily’s face as she leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. “Sounds like you enjoyed that,” she teased.

“Wow,” Emily repeated, and hugged Sharon tightly around the neck. “Mmmm,” she added. “I think I’d like to do that again.”

“Well, not right now, you don’t,” Sharon laughed, pulling the young girl to her feet. “Right now, we have to get dressed and get ready for your mom’s return.”

“And Pam’s too, I hope,” added Emily.

“And Pam’s too,” echoed Sharon.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2007 }

 

“Mommy, Mommy, can we go into the hot tub? Puleeeeease!”

These were the first words out of the mouth of my eight year old daughter, Emily, as she came charging through the side door of the kitchen, screen banging behind her, and a shy looking girl of about the same age, whom I had never seen before, tagging along beside her.

“Whoa, sweetie,” I laughed. “Slow down. Who is your friend?” I asked, as I glanced at her over my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, this is Pam, she’s my new best friend at school. Started today.” I smiled to myself, thinking: Best friends in one day? Don’t you just love kids.

My hands were deep in the sink washing dishes, but I reached for a nearby towel and dried them quickly, walked up to Pam and shook her soft little hand as I looked into her deep blue eyes. She had long, wavy blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and was wearing a flowery blue dress that wasn’t exactly the kind of outfit that most of the girls wore to Emily’s school, and I suspected her mom would dress her a little differently the next day once she found out. In contrast, Emily was wearing her favorite baggy beige pants that were a little too loose on her and bared her cute belly button, a short black tee on top.

“Pleased to meet you Pam. And welcome to our home.” She blushed. I don’t think she was expecting that kind of greeting.

“Hi,” she managed, before glancing down at her feet. Oh well, Emily would soon get her out of her shell if I knew my daughter.

“Mom, can we, puleeease? I told Pam we had a hot tub and she’s never been in one before,” Emily pleaded, with that hard to refuse look on her cute face.

“I suppose it will be okay,” I replied. “Run along upstairs and get changed.” Emily shrieked and charged from the room with Pam glancing at me behind her, as if waiting for permission from me.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you can go too,” I told her, watching a sweet smile form on her face as she left the kitchen mouthing ‘thanks.’

I wonder what kind of home life she has? I found myself musing, as she followed Emily upstairs. She seemed very reserved, unlike most of Emily’s friends who seemed to think they were part of our family whenever they visited. It wasn’t unusual for them to stay for dinner, or even for a weekend sleepover if their parents allowed. I sometimes felt like their mom away from home.

As I returned to the dishes Emily yelled down to me from the top of the stairs. “Mom, Pam doesn’t have anything to wear in the hot tub. Can I lend her one of my bathing suits, or can we just go in in our undies?” Drying my hands yet again, I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Emily who had already stripped to her panties and was peering down at me.

It doesn’t really matter, sweetie,” I replied. “But the only other bathing suit you have would probably be too small for Pam since you wore it last summer, and it was already getting too tight for you then, remember? That’s why we bought you a new one this spring.”

“Okay, then we’ll just have to go in our undies,” she replied, and ran back into her bedroom again. I returned to my dishes once more, glancing through the window to make sure the hot tub was still uncovered. My girlfriend and I had used it the night before and had forgotten to cover it when we came in. I thought she might have done it this morning before she left, but she hadn’t. I smiled, remembering that she had left in such a hurry. I’d kept her in bed as long as I could and she was frantic about being late for work when I finally let her go, pissed at me, but happy all the same.

Suddenly the thumping of little feet pounding down the staircase brought me back to the present and two little girls streaked past me, naked except for their panties, through the kitchen door and out onto the back porch where I heard them screech as they splashed into the hot tub. Their giggles swept through the kitchen window, followed by shrieks as they splashed one another gleefully. Well, I thought, Pam has sure come out of her shell quickly.

I soon finished my kitchen chores and went outside to see how they were both doing, finding them both sprawled out side by side, with only their heads above the surface of the water. By now, Emily had turned on the jets and the surface was clouded with bubbles, hiding the rest of their bodies from me.

“So, Pam, how do you like being in a hot tub?” I asked, crouching down beside them.

“Mmmm, it feels so great. I wish we had one at home,” she replied, closing her eyes and kicking her feet in the water.

“Hey, you kicked me,” Emily wailed, splashing Pam who giggled and kicked at her again. Emily splashed her back and soon both girls’ faces were soaked, hair plastered to their bodies, squirming together in the water.

“You’re welcome to come over anytime,” I told Pam, amid the screeching. “You seem to fit right in here,” I laughed, and started to walk away back into the house.

“Come in with us, Mom,” Emily yelled after me. “Only you have to wear your undies too, so we’re all equal,” she added, laughing. Pam giggled and punched Emily in the shoulder for being so outspoken.

“Can we get something to drink, Mom?” she added, before I could answer.

“You’ll have to get it yourself while I change. There’s juice and soda in the fridge if you like.”

“Ooooh, so you are coming in with us then, yeah, yeah!” she chanted, climbing out of the water to fetch some drinks for them from the kitchen. I watched as she ran by me — Never walk when you can run at that age, I thought — water dripping from her, panties clinging tightly to her slim body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I turned and smiled once more at Pam before following Emily inside, wondering what I should really wear in the hot tub, not sure that I should just be in my panties and bra with a new girlfriend of my daughter. What might she tell her parents?

I followed Emily into the kitchen. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator deciding what to take, finally selecting a couple of sodas for her and Pam. “What are you going to have, Mom?” she asked.

“I’ll just grab a glass of wine when I come back down, sweetie,” I replied, smiling at my now shivering wet girl. Her panties had slipped inside her slit a little and clung tightly, showing off her puffy girlish mound. I hugged her to me, cupping her little bum as I kissed her cheek.

“I like your new friend. She seems really sweet, hon. Hope you stay friends with her.”

“Yeah, she’s fun Mommy, and I think she likes you too,” she smiled, pulling away from me and giggling at my now wet clothes from hugging her so closely. “So, what you gonna wear, Mom?” she asked slyly. She’d seen me in my undies many times of course, even naked once in a while, but she didn’t know if I’d be so open with Pam there.

“You’ll see,” I teased. “Now run along before Pam wonders what happened to you.” And off she ran, screen door slamming behind her as usual. I climbed the stairs to my room, deciding, What the hell, it’s only underwear, and it covers as much of me as my bathing suit anyway. Anything to give the girls a giggle.

I took off my shorts and top and left them on the bed. As I reached the kitchen I went to the wine rack and selected a red Merlot, pouring some into one of the plastic wine glasses we had bought especially for use in the hot tub. Armed with my wine, and dressed in only my bikini panties and bra, I slipped through the kitchen door and joined the girls beside the hot tub. Our yard was quite sheltered from the neighbors so we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes, something my girlfriend and I took advantage of frequently when we ‘tubbed’ naked.

I noticed Pam staring at me as I appeared, and again I wondered if I should have put on my bathing suit. When she caught my eye, she quickly averted hers and I thought I even detected a slight blush, but it was hard to tell for sure because both girls were glowing from the heat of the tub. I placed the wine glass on the deck and climbed into the tub beside the two young girls, feeling the warmth of the water wrap cozily around me.

“So, how do you like your first time in a hot tub, Pam?”

“It’s so nice, and I love the bubbles,” she smiled back. “I’ve got a jet right behind me and it’s, like, massaging my back,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” added Emily, “you can squirm around and get massaged anywhere if you like,” sneaking a peek at me as if she knew I knew what she meant.

I wonder what she knows? I thought to myself. She been spying on me? My girlfriend and I are pretty skilled at ‘getting jetted,’ as we refer to it. My clit just loves the feeling, and I’ve experienced orgasms many times, either together with her or by myself. I even had one once when Emily and I were in the tub together one day. I had to restrain my usual exuberance with her present, but she noticed my closed eyes and flushed face and asked me if I was okay. I’d told her I was fine, just relaxing, and she seemed to be satisfied. But not half as satisfied as I was. Now I wondered if she knew all along.

Pam giggled at Emily’s comment, and this time I was certain she blushed. I took a sip of my wine and began to wonder just how much she and my daughter knew about the pleasures of sex. Little did I know then that I was soon to find out.

Continue on to Chapter 2

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

By Jeneee

“Do you like pasta, Pam?” I called out from the kitchen to the family room where the girls had settled in front of the television to watch a movie.

“Yes, Mrs. Samuel, my aunt often cooks that for us at home. What kind are you making?” she asked as she came through the kitchen door to see me.

“Angle hair, with mushrooms and meat sauce,” I replied. “And you can call me Jen if you like, sweetie. All of Emily’s friends do, so you don’t have to be that formal around here,” I added, smiling at her. “After all, we’ve all been in the hot tub together in our undies, so I think we can be on a first name basis now, don’t you?” Pam giggled and nodded her head.

“Did you girls put your panties in the dryer, by the way?” I asked, as she turned to go back to the family room.

“Oops, no, we forgot. Sorry Mrs… I mean Jen,” she replied, adding one more blush to her collection.

“Please ask Emily to do that when you go back in hon. Have to make sure they are dry before you go home after dinner. What would your aunt say if you came home carrying wet panties?” I laughed. “She’d wonder what kind of new friends you had made.”

“Okay.” And she disappeared back into the family room. Just then I heard the front door open and knew my girlfriend had returned from work.

“Sharon, I’m in the kitchen,” I yelled.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she exclaimed as she peeked in through the door. “You’re making pasta. Yummy.” And walking up behind me she slid her arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

“Sharon!” screeched Emily, hearing my girlfriend was now home. “You’re here,” she cried, running into the kitchen and hugging her tightly from the back. “I’ve got someone for you to meet. Pa…a… am, come into the kitchen and meet Sharon,” she yelled into the family room. “This is Pam, she’s my new girlfriend,” she explained to Sharon, as Pam walked into the room.

“New girlfriend? That’s great. Now you and your mom both have girlfriends,” she winked. Emily giggled. “Well hi, Pam. You staying for dinner?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, er…Sharon?”

“You too. And yes, you can call me Sharon. I live here pretty much all the time now.”

“Uhuh, Emily’s told me about you…and Jen,” she blushed again. “You’re her girlfriend?”

Sharon laughed. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend, aren’t you baby?” She smiled at me, hugging me again and giving me a kiss on the lips.

Emily nudged Pam on the arm and whispered, “See, told you.”

“Mmm,” I managed, not wanting to let go. “But you’d better let me get back to this pasta before it boils dry,” I added. “Go join the girls in the family room for a bit. There’s a new bottle of red wine I opened today on the table. Grab a glass and help yourself.” And Emily grabbed Sharon’s free hand and started to tug her away toward the family room.

“Hold on sweetie,” Sharon told her, laughing at her eagerness. “I have to freshen up a bit from work.” And she detoured toward the bathroom. “I’ll join you girls in a few minutes, okay?”

I went back to preparing dinner, slicing up the huge mushrooms I’d bought at the market and then mixing them in with the ground beef and tomato sauce that was sizzling away in a pan. It was starting to smell great and I hoped I had enough to feed all four of us.

I was almost ready to call everyone in to eat when Sharon came back from the bathroom asking, “And just what are these?”

I turned around and saw her holding up two pairs of damp little girl’s panties from her hands, with an inquisitive look on her face.

“Oh, that Emily!” I grumbled. “I told her several times to put them in the dryer. We were all in the hot tub this afternoon and Pam didn’t have a suit, so they both wore just their panties.”

“Hmm,” she laughed, “and just what did you wear, might I ask?”

I giggled. “Panties and a bra.”

“Well, you must have all had fun. I’m jealous,” she pouted. “So, what do I do with these?” she asked, waving the girls’ undies in the air.

“Be a sweetheart and put them in the dryer, will you? Pam’s got to be able to wear them to go home tonight.”

“What’s she wearing now?” she asked, smirking a bit, “…under that cute little dress of hers,” she added.

I giggled again. “Nothing.”

“And what about that daughter of yours?”

“I suspect she is naked under her baggy pants too,” I told her.

We both laughed. “Sounds like we’re going to have dinner with a couple of young tarts tonight,” Sharon said.

And, as if on cue, the two aforementioned young tarts came rushing into the kitchen asking if everything was ready, and why hadn’t Sharon come in to join them, and what are you doing with our und…

“Ooops, I forgot to put them in the dryer Mom, sorry,” Emily said, looking slightly abashed.

“So, I hear you two are half naked under your clothes,” Sharon teased, again waving their panties in the air.

“If you keep waving them like that,” Emily said, regaining her usual outspoken manner, “they will dry by themselves.” She reached up and tried to grab them from Sharon.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sharon laughed, raising them higher and out of her reach.

“Sharon wants to keep our undies, Mommy,” Emily giggled, turning toward me. “Sharon likes little girl’s panties, Sharon likes little girl’s panties,” she chanted, dancing around the kitchen floor, waving her arms in the air and swiveling her hips like an erotic dancer. Her baggy pants looked like they would soon fall completely down if she wasn’t careful. The top of her girlish mound was already on display and I was holding my breath.

Throughout all of this Pam had stood watching with a look on her face alternating between disbelief and embarrassment, coupled with an urge to giggle, which she wasn’t sure she should do, and tried to suppress.

I couldn’t hold off any longer because the dinner was ready, and pasta gets so sticky if it sits around, so I chimed in, “Okay everyone, settle down, let’s get to the table and I’ll put your undies in the dryer myself.” Grabbing them from Sharon, I pointed to the table and commanded, “Sit, everyone!” in my fiercest tone of voice, which of course was nowhere near as fierce as it should have been as I was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Well, at least I’ve got pants on,” Emily just had to add. Barely, I thought to myself. “Pam’s naked underneath, aren’t you Pam? See.” And before Pam could do anything about it, Emily had quickly lifted the hem of Pam’s dress and pulled it up above her waist, showing off her pretty pussy for all of us to see.

Poor Pam was instantly devastated and blushed fiercely as both Sharon and I froze in disbelief at my daughter’s boldness, but took in all of Pam’s charms just the same. It was hard not to look at such a beautiful sight. I quickly tried to come to Pam’s rescue and pushed her dress back down and out of the grasp of Emily’s hand, hugging Pam to me and softly telling her not to be embarrassed at the behavior of her new friend.

“She only did that because she’s really fond of you, sweetie,” I whispered into her ear, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, and her heart pounding in her chest. “We really are a fun family and she didn’t mean to hurt you. Will you forgive her?”

“Thanks, Jen,” she murmured, hiding her face against me. “I know she didn’t mean any harm. It will just take me a while to get used to you lot, that’s all,” she added, finally looking up at me, a trace of a tear in the corner of her eye. And she hugged me back tightly. “I really do like you all so much already, you know,” she whispered. “You are so much fun to be with.” And she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I bent down to softly stroke her hair.

Meanwhile, Sharon had been scolding Emily for her outlandish behavior, and neither of them was able to overhear my conversation with Pam. Whatever Sharon had said to Emily though, and I’d find out later, caused her to come over to Pam and hold out her arms, into which Pam easily slipped, and the two of them hugged.

“I’m sorry Pam, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just do things like that without thinking sometimes,” Emily apologized, sounding really chastised.

“That’s okay,” her new friend replied. “I was just surprised that’s all. But I still love you, Emily.” And she gave my little girl a kiss on her lips that had both me and Sharon staring in wonder. “I know we’re going to be good friends and thanks for being the only girl in the class to talk to me today. I think everyone else was making fun of my dress, but I’m so used to dressing like that at the school I went to before we moved here.” And she gave her another quick kiss on the lips as if to emphasize that Emily was forgiven.

Emily sighed thankfully and then started to giggle again. “Thanks Pam, you kiss great.” And she hugged her new girlfriend again, this time squeezing her little butt cheeks through her dress, and pulling her tightly to her once more.

Pam blushed yet again, but then smiled saying, “Oh you are such a little devil, Emily! But I love devils.” And they both giggled, turned and marched to the dinner table hand in hand, sitting down to eat, leaving me still holding their damp but now slowly drying panties in my hands.

You gotta just love little girls, I thought to myself, as I finally reached the dryer and dropped in their undies, and then headed back to rejoin the party in the kitchen.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Jeneee

“Yummy, Mommy,” Emily said, munching on a mouthful of pasta as I returned to the dining room after dropping the girls’ panties in the dryer.

“Thank you sweetie,” I replied, sitting down beside Pam at the table. Sharon and Pam both had mouths full and could only nod in agreement. My girlfriend had already poured me a glass of wine so I took a long sip before picking up my fork and joining the other gourmets in the feast. Looking at Pam to my left in her pretty flowered dress and eating pasta smothered with tomato sauce suddenly made me realize that I’d better get a napkin for her to protect her clothing against the inevitable spills that would surely land down her front or on her lap.

Placing a big white napkin on her and tucking it in at her neck I explained, “We don’t want to have to wash your dress too before you go home, sweetie. Who knows what tricks Emily would play on you while we were waiting for that to dry?” I added with a wink. She giggled, and Emily managed a smirk that almost sprayed tomato sauce over everyone.

“Yeah, I’d think of something,” she teased. “We could always go back into the hot tub while your dress was drying. Hey,” she added, “come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea. Sharon could come too…in her undies, of course,” she added with a gleeful look on her face. More giggles from the girls.

“You got a thing about undies all of a sudden, Emily?” Sharon laughed. “If you like, we could all strip down to our panties right now and finish dinner half naked,” she teased. “Would that satisfy your curiosity?”

Emily shrieked with laughter. “Ooops, then Pam would be naked altogether,” she added, remembering and looking across the table at her new friend for some kind of reaction. All Pam did was to stick out her tongue at Emily — a tongue, I noticed, that was now bright red with tomato sauce.

“At least then I wouldn’t have to wear a napkin. The sauce would land right on my bare skin,” she said.

“Yeah, and we could all lick it off,” chimed in Sharon, jumping into this game of words.

Emily squealed in delight at Sharon’s comment and yelled, “Me first! Me first! She’s my girlfriend!”

“No way,” I teased. “I’m the closest.” Pam looked like she was going to choke as tomato sauce ran down from the side of her mouth and dripped onto the well placed napkin covering the front of her dress. As she looked over at me to see if I was joking, I winked at her playfully again, leaving her wondering, I’m sure, if I really would do it.

And, I thought to myself naughtily, I probably would.

This type of playful bantering continued throughout the remainder of the meal until finally everyone was stuffed, and Sharon and I had polished off the whole bottle of wine between us.

“So Pam, tell us about your aunt and how you came to move here,” suggested Sharon, as we settled down in the living room after clearing off the kitchen table. The dishes could wait until later, I decided, after we’d stacked them beside the sink.

Pam had coiled up on the couch beside me with her legs tucked under her — careful, I noticed, to make sure that her dress was covering her properly. Emily and Sharon were parked across from us on our well used loveseat, snuggled together, Emily’s head on Sharon’s shoulder. I was so happy that both of them had bonded so well in the months following my husband’s departure. They now almost seemed inseparable.

We all sat waiting expectantly for Pam’s reply. It took her a few moments to decide how to answer and it wasn’t too long before we all understood why.

“Well, my aunt has always lived in this city, and after my parents sort of had some problems I was kinda shipped off to live with her,” she finally explained, a little hesitantly.

“What sort of problems, hon?” I asked. “You don’t have to tell us if it’s private, you know,” I added, wondering if we were prying into something she was uncomfortable discussing.

“Well, they got arrested and sent to prison,” she blurted out, and then burst into tears.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” I replied, throwing an arm around her and hugging her to me, as Sharon and Emily both looked on with somewhat shocked looks on their faces. Now I regretted asking her, but it was too late to take it back.

After a few shuddering sobs in my arms, she calmed down a little and looked up at me with tearful eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry like this in front of you all, but being here is like having a family again, and I’ve missed that so much. My aunt didn’t really want to take me in, I’m sure, but I guess she felt she had no choice since there was nowhere else I could go, except foster care. She’s single, never got married, and has her own life to live and I guess I kinda get in the way. That’s why I knew she wouldn’t mind me staying here for dinner, just to give her some time to herself and her friends. She’s an artist and also teaches privately, so she’s always busy with some get together or other. Sometimes she has to drag me along with her which bores me to death. And on top of that, she’s a lesbian and has this girlfriend who I know feels I get in the way. I don’t like her at all. She’s so mean to me, not at all like you and Sharon. I was sort of wondering what you’d be like when Emily told me at school that her mom had a girlfriend who mostly lived with her, but I can see that you are completely different, even if you are lesbians.”

After that revelation, Sharon and I both now realized how cautious Pam must have felt about coming home with Emily today, and that explained her initial shyness to a certain extent, not knowing what to expect.

“Did Emily know anything about this sweetie, about your parents? Did you tell her anything at school?”

Emily shook her head as her new friend assured us that “No, I didn’t want to mention it. I was just happy that she seemed so friendly and I didn’t want to talk about my troubles, not to anyone.” she replied softly. “I was afraid she might not want to know me if she knew my parents were in jail.”

At this, Emily jumped up and immediately ran over to Pam and me, grabbing Pam’s hand and kneeling in front of us. “It wouldn’t have made any difference to me, Pam. I liked you as soon as I saw you, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. I can’t imagine how you feel.”

My eight-year-old daughter sounded so mature to me at that moment and made me so proud of her. She threw her arms around Pam and hugged her tightly and proclaimed, “I am your friend for life, and don’t you ever forget it, okay?” And then came that sweet kiss on the lips between the two of them that had amazed Sharon and me before dinner. Drawing apart, both little girls looked each other tearfully in the eyes, knowing that they had just cemented a lifelong friendship.

“Now,” cried Emily, quickly recovering from her emotional moment, “let’s all go hot tubbing!”

A smile quickly returned to Pam’s face, but was immediately followed by a frown.

”But what am I going to wear? I can’t get my undies wet again,” she moaned.

Emily thought for a moment and then suggested, “Well, we don’t have to wear anything then. Let’s all go in naked!”

“What!” the rest of us exclaimed in unison.

“Well, we’ve all seen Pam’s cunny, thanks to bad little me,” she giggled, “and we’ve all seen Mommy’s,” at which Sharon looked questioningly at me.

I must have blushed as I commented quickly, “But that was an accident,” as a way of answering her glance.

“Come on, Mommy. We’re all girls, so what difference does it make anyway? Besides,” she winked, “it would be fun.”

As if the decision had already been made, she whipped down her baggy pants and stepped out of them, tore off her black top and stood naked in front of us with her hands on her hips as if to say, Well, what are you all waiting for?

Oh my, I thought, my little girl is so beautiful.

Pam giggled at her new friend and suddenly unzipped the back of her flowery blue dress, let it fall to the floor and ran over to Emily, hugging her tightly. Sharon and I stood there with our mouths open at this sudden display of affection and bravado as two naked little girls embraced each other. Both of us finally burst into laughter as the girls turned to look at us, waiting for our response. But they weren’t going to wait for long.

“Okay, we’re going now,” Emily announced firmly. “If you two frumps decide to come, we’ll be waiting for you. Oh, and bring drinks,” she added with a smirk.

And with that they both turned on their heels and ran noisily through the screen door to splash once more into the waiting hot tub. As their screeching echoed through the kitchen window Sharon and I both looked at each other, shrugged and said “What the hell,” and quickly stripped off our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor along side the girls’.

Another bottle of wine, some glasses, and two cold sodas for Emily and Pam, along with a few fluffy towels joined us on the next stage of our education about the nature of young adolescent females. These two were full of surprises, and we wondered what would happen next.

As we approached the hot tub we could both feel the gazes of our two young companions, waiting expectantly for us to join them amid the steamy bubbles.

Continue on to Chapter 5