{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2015 }
I was fifteen, and the summer had just begun. It was an exceptionally hot summer, and it made my job as a lifeguard that much more unbearable. It was a community pool where people, primarily in the small conglomerate of houses in that neighborhood, would come to enjoy the summer season. Because the pool only opened Memorial through Labor Day, it would get a pretty big influx of children during school break.
“Jenna!” Amber, another lifeguard, called over to me as I tested the chlorine levels of the pool. I walked back into the cool air-conditioned office. “Bill needs you.” I went into Bill’s office and closed the door.
“Yeah?”
“We’re going to be short on staff this summer. Do you have any friends or know of anyone who is a certified lifeguard?” the pool manager, Bill, asked. I shook my head. “Darn. If you hear of anyone who needs a last minute job, let me know.”
“Alright,” I nodded with a smile. I knew he was stressed because his wife was in her final month of a very troublesome pregnancy. His college-aged assistant manager from last year backed out last minute for a backpacking trip to Europe.
“Thankfully, our swim camp enrollment numbers are low for the month of June, so it will be canceled this year. They’ve cut some budgets this year, so it will just be the three of you for now.” I nodded again. “Are you working another job?”
“At Frosty’s in town. Usually Thursday & Saturday nights.”
“That’s good,” he encouraged, “Your father told me you’re a hard worker.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “And keep an eye on Amber. She’s not the smartest, but the people sure do love her. Luke should also be a good person to go to if you ever need help when I’m not here.”
Amber was 17, blonde and had a year-round tan, especially in the Winter. Her breasts were fairly large, and she had perfect long legs that the dads and boys loved to gawk at close-up and from afar. It was her last summer in town before college, and she’d always talk about her plans to leave this “dump”— as she called it. I liked looking at her just as much as they did. There was something about her thick, wavy, blonde hair and big blue eyes that drew people to her like a magnet. I did like boys. I had had a couple of boyfriends before, but there was something about a girl’s body that was sexier than anything in this world.
It was the second week on the job, and Amber’s shift was almost ending around 2 pm. The pool was open from 10-6. So the shifts were divided 10-2pm and 2-6pm. Or sometimes someone could be scheduled all day. Bill would come in 3 days a week for a few hours to check up on things. He had three other community pools to manage in other neighborhoods.
“Oh, her dad dropped her off this morning,” Amber started, pointing her nose at a group of girls who were laughing and splashing in the pool. “The one in the blue one-piece and long ponytail.”
“Yeah?”
“He said he’d be by for her a little later. Told me to keep an eye. Her dad’s so fucking hot.” I glanced at the tiny blonde hairs on Amber’s arm and wondered what it would be like to touch them.
“Okay.”
“Yeah, it’s whatever. I’m going on a date tonight and need to go hit the nail salon before it gets packed.”
It was a fairly busy day. The pool wasn’t very big and had a maximum capacity of 50 people. Weekdays would get more crowded from 4-6 when people would get off work. You’re supposed to blow a warning whistle at 10 minutes to 6 and then another at 6. We get an extra 30 minutes before and after our shifts to prepare or clean up. After the final whistle, all the children and parents made their way out of the pool, either home or into the locker rooms for a shower.
After 10 minutes or so, I made my way to the locker rooms and shouted a final call warning into the men’s room and then checked the women’s locker room for any people. A few people left as I walked in and I started the cleaning routine of wiping down the sinks and mirrors, filling up the toilet paper and power hosing the floor to clean up any hair or urine. A cleaning crew would come in periodically for more thorough cleanings throughout the week.
I heard one of the showers running and assumed it was just someone who left it on. As I approached, I saw the young girl with the blue one-piece bathing suit. She stood directly under the shower as she rolled the clingy, wet fabric down her chest and past her ribs. She bent forward as she continued to push it down her hips, exposing her tight young her cheeks. She still had her flip flops on and stumbled a bit as she tried to lift her right leg through the hole of the bathing suit.
I seemed to be locked in place, admiring her slim little thighs. When trying for her left leg, she lost her balance again and the flip flop made her slip sideways, falling onto the hard ceramic tile floor.
“Ahhh!” she cried sharply in sudden fear as she fell, followed by some quiet sobs.
“Last call!” I shouted, pretending to have just come in. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked, walking over to her quickly. She was hunched forward, embarrassed as she tried to cover her body as she cried. “Aww, it’s okay,” I reassured her. I turned off the shower water and tossed her already damp towel over her body. I wasn’t sure how hurt she was, but I instinctively scooped her up with both arms. She was hesitant at first but then wrapped both arms around my neck as I carefully carried her out of the humid locker room, out by the pool and then to the cool office air.
I sat her down on the medical bed of the first aid room and got a few more fresh towels to dry her up. She was shy about her body and remained hunched over, letting out short, deep sobs.
“It’s alright,” I said to her, covering her body with one towel and using a second towel to dry her cheeks. She looked up at me with big green eyes, thick, dark lashes and furrowed brows. Her lips were curled, trembling and wet with tears. “I know it’s cold.” I grabbed one of the lifeguard t-shirts we had fresh out of the dryer and had her raise her arms to slip it on over her body. She continued to sniffle and wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“Okay, let’s see what happened,” I said to her, lifting the towel a bit to see the side of her thigh. The side of her hip was red and had a few small scratches on it. I placed a finger over the spot.
“Oww!” she winced in pain at my touch.
“I’m sorry. Here let’s get it cleaned up and an ice pack so you can feel better. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed softly.
“I’m Jenna. What’s your name?” I asked as I grabbed some alcohol and gauze off the counter.
“Samantha,” she said, between small dry heaves of her chest.
“Okay, Samantha, I need you lay on your side. This is going to sting a little, but I know you’re a big girl.” She rested her head back obediently and turned her body to face the wall; her tight little butt was exposed again as I lifted the shirt to her waist.
“It’s gonna hurt?” she whimpered.
“No, not too bad. But it might sting a little. Let’s do something. When I say ‘go’ you take a deep breath and hold it for 5 seconds. When I count to five, you can breathe again. Ready?”
“Okay.”
“Okay. Go! One… Two…” I rubbed the alcohol-soaked cotton ball on her scuff to get rid of any bacteria in the area. When I hit five, she sucked in air sharply through her teeth, and I blew on the alcohol. “There, the worst part is over. Now I’m just going to rub some ointment on it, alright?” She didn’t say a word as I gently rubbed some ointment onto the side of her little hip and butt, spreading it further along each time. “I want to make sure I get all of the hurt spot.”
“Okay,” she said again.
“How old are you, Samantha?”
“Eight.”
“Eight? Wow, when do you turn 9?”
“July the 16th,” she replied.
“Oh yeah? That’s next month,” I ventured my fingers further away from the redness and over her hipbone.
“Yeah,” she responded.
“Are you going to have a birthday party?” I asked, kneading the side of her butt with both hands slowly. She shrugged her shoulders. “Does it hurt here?” I asked, placing a finger on the bottom of Samantha’s little ass cheek.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured. I smiled to myself. I knew she was just enjoying it at this point. I spread my fingers over her entire cheek and cupped it in my hands before releasing it — my pinky slipped a few times and touched over her little crack. I felt my pussy begin to tingle a little bit feeling the touch of her smooth, tight skin.
“Alright, I’m going to go grab your stuff. Is your mom or dad waiting for you?”
“My dad said he was coming,” she said.
That’s right — I remembered Amber had told me earlier. I gave her an ice pack and then gathered the rest of her things from the locker room. It was 20 after 6 pm, and I didn’t see any sign of anyone coming by.
“Samantha, I’m done cleaning up here. Let’s go wait for your dad outside by the pool. I don’t want us to miss him if he happens to come by, and we’re in here.”
We placed our things on a nearby lounge chair and sat at the edge of the pool with our feet in the water. Samantha still wore the big t-shirt which fell inches from her knees.
“Do you like to swim?” I asked her. She nodded.
“I swim with my friends.”
“Yeah? I saw you playing earlier — those were your friends?” I asked. She nodded again. “Do you have brothers and sisters?” I asked, moving my feet around in the water. She watched and did the same.
“No,” she answered.
“Who do you live with? Your mom and dad?”
“Just my dad,” she said. I took some water from the pool with my hand and sprinkled some over her little thigh. “Hey!” she giggled and did the same back to me.
“Let me see how you’re doing,” I said and lifted the shirt a little to get a view of her bruise. I leaned into it real close and put a finger on it. “Does it still hurt?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“Yeah, just keep ice on it when you get home, so it doesn’t bruise too bad tomorrow.” I moved forward a bit and gave it a quick peck. “There, now you should be all better,” I joked.
“I’m not a baby,” she giggled, blushing a little.
Suddenly, the sound of the gate screeched against the pavement.
“Is that your dad?” I asked as a man walked toward us with a big smile on his face.
“Mhh Hmm,” she said and stood up to run to him.
“Hey, Sammy!” he cheered as she threw her arms around him. Her head was barely up to his ribs — he was a tall man, young and very handsome. I gathered a few things and locked up the office as they caught up. Samantha showed her father the hurt on her leg.
“You’ll be alright,” I heard him say to her as I walked up. “Thanks for staying with her,” he smiled at me, “I’m so sorry I’m late — the traffic was so bad on the way home.” Samantha had his green eyes.
“It’s alright,” I told him, looking down at the girl.
“I hope she behaved.”
“She did. She was a very good girl,” I scrunched my nose at Samantha with a smirk.
“I thought Amber would be here. I met her this morning. Will you be here tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I work the afternoon shift.”
“Oh, nice, okay. I guess they only hire attractive people here,” he smiled at me. I looked down at my flip flops bashfully. He noticed the silence and picked up the little girl in one swoop. “Ready to go, Sam?”
“Yeah!” she cheered, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Say bye to — oh wait, what is your name?”
“Jenna.”
“Jenna. Say ‘bye’ to Jenna, Sammy!” he said enthusiastically. The girl waved back at me. “See you tomorrow!”
*****
After my shower that evening, I took a look at myself in the mirror and remembered Samantha’s dad’s words. ‘Attractive’ he called me. I had never considered myself to be attractive. At least, not as attractive as Amber. Amber had thick, long, wavy, blonde hair, long legs, tan skin and big boobs. I hadn’t given my breasts much thought the last few years. I played soccer during the school year, so it kept my body toned. I got so used to wearing sports bras; I had no idea what cup size I was. My hair was long, straight and brown, I was about 5’6 and weighed 115 lbs. I wasn’t as shapely as Amber, but I didn’t realize how solid my ass and stomach looked from soccer. I looked at my body and ran my hands over my breasts several times, making my nipples hard. I regretted never catching a glimpse of Samantha’s little pussy, but it didn’t stop me from using my imagination when I came that night.
*****
I was reading a book, overlooking a nearly empty pool when I noticed little Samantha sitting at a table under an umbrella. She seemed to be writing or drawing something. It was almost as if she knew I was watching through my sunglasses because she raised her head and gave me a big smile followed by a wave. I smiled and raised my hand, acknowledging her wave.
“Jenna,” a woman’s voice said from below.
“Oh, hi, Mrs. Stevens,” I said politely with a smile. I climbed down the high chair to speak to her. Mrs. Stevens was a busybody in her mid-forties and had three teenage boys that I knew from school and the neighborhood. I knew her oldest son had a big crush on Amber and would sometimes come in the mornings to swim laps during her shift.
“Jenna, how is your mother doing? Did you give her the Avon catalog for me?”
“Uh, yeah I did.”
“Perfect. You should take a look at it also. There are some nice lipsticks and eyeshadows you could use,” she looked at me with pity in her eyes. “You know, my son Jake will be home this summer. He usually goes to soccer camp, but he decided not to.” I nodded. “He comes here sometimes. You’re in the same class, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You know, I think he has a little crush on you.”
“Oh! Huh,” I said. I smiled because I didn’t know what else to do. Jake was her middle son and he wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was tall and athletic and quiet — like me.
“Maybe the two of you could go out sometime. Movies or something?”
“I don’t know, Mrs. Stevens. I’m pretty busy this summer with work and other things.”
“Well, sorry — I didn’t mean to get in the middle. He’s really not a bad kid.”
“No, I know. He’s — nice.”
“Jenna?” one of the little girls tugged on my arm.
“Well, I’m heading off now. Tell your mother to call me,” Mrs. Stevens waved.
“I will!” I said. “Yeah?” I bent down to the little girl, resting my hands on my knees.
“Will you play with us?” she shivered, soaking wet.
“Who is us?” I asked her.
“Me and my sister and Samantha,” she responded, pointing at the two girls who were laughing and splashing in the pool.
“No, I can’t right now. I’m working.”
“But Amber plays with us in the water,” she ran her hands down the sides of her body in a fidgety way. She had a pudgy little belly poking out of her purple two-piece bathing suit.
“Come play with us!” her little sister called out from the water. I looked around the pool, and they were the only a few people left after Mrs. Stevens headed out. Their mother was on her cell phone in the shade under an umbrella. I had seen them at the pool almost every day I had been there and still didn’t know their names.
“I don’t think your mom would be okay with that,” I put my hand on her chubby cheek. She couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old.
“Mom! Tell Jenna it’s okay if she plays with us!! Mom!!” she shouted, trying to get her mother’s attention.
“Huh?! Oh, yeah!” The mother shouted back, waving her hand off, disinterested. I looked at my watch, and there were only twenty minutes left before 6 pm.
“Alright,” I gave in before taking the whistle off from around my neck and taking off the t-shirt I wore over my red one piece lifeguard bathing suit.
“Yay!” the girls cheered and splashed about the water.
“But only for a little while,” I warned.
It wasn’t sure exactly what I would do with them in the water but was glad the day was almost over.
“10 minutes!” the two young girl’s mom shouted from her seat.
“Hurry, Jenna! Toss us!” she said to me excitedly, positioning herself in front of me with her back against my body. The pool was only about 4 to 6 feet deep, so I could easily stand in the shallow end.
“Okay!” I said and wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up out of the water.
“Oh, no, Jenna’s gonna throw me!” she screamed before I quickly tossed her into the water.
“I want a turn!” her little sister shouted and tugged on my arm.
“Alright! It’s your turn!” I cheered at her. I bent my knees in the water and got a firm grip on her little hips.
“Throw me far, okay?” she turned her head to say to me. I lifted her up and released her into the air; she hit the water with a big splash. I looked over at Samantha, who just watched with a big smile on her face in the water, not too far away.
“Samantha?” I called out to her, “Do you want a turn?” She shook her head ‘no’ bashfully with a grin.
“Come on, Samantha! Do it!” the older little girl shouted from across the pool. Samantha’s face looked like she was about to give in and nodded quickly before swimming up to me. She turned her back to me and pressed her little butt against my stomach. Something about this little girl turned me on so much. I ran my hands down the sides of her ribs and stopped at her hips. I moved my thumbs over the soft skin of the sides of her little ass.
“Ow,” she flinched quietly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot about your bruise there,” I said in her ear.
“It’s okay,” she said lightly and placed her hands over mine.
“Come on. It’s time to go, girls!” the mom of the other two little girls called out from the side of the pool. I lifted Samantha and tossed her quickly, as hard as I could.
“Awww, Mom! Come on!”
“Let’s go, let’s go!” the mother nagged and started walking toward the locker room. The two little girls groaned and chatted about as they slowly made their way out of the pool behind their mother.
Samantha resurfaced with a big smile on her face and turned her back to me again; this time pressed her entire back against my chest in the water. Her long thick wavy, light brown hair smelled so good — with a hint of shampoo. I placed my hands at her sides again.
“Where do you want me to hold you from?” I asked her. She shrugged unsurely. “Huh?” I asked and began to move my fingers quickly around her ribs and toward her middle.
“I don’t know,” she giggled.
“Want me to just keep tickling you?” I asked, holding her more closely to me and nearing my face to her ear. She laughed some more, convulsing her body in short jolts. She suddenly eased her body when she felt my hand moving from her belly button and down below. My heart began to beat extremely fast, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I wasn’t sure why I wanted to as badly as I did. I stopped my hand, just a few inches from where the bottom of her bathing suit met her little pussy. We both got quiet a moment. Samantha began to raise her body up and down in the water, making my hand come closer and closer to her covered lips.
The sounds of the two girls and their mom leaving the locker room startled us, and I quickly put my hands back to her hips. “Ready?!” I shouted. She nodded, and I tossed her back in the water like we had been earlier.
“Bye! Bye, Jenna! Bye Samantha!” the girls waved to us while their mom led them through the gate and out of the pool area. Now there was no one else there but Samantha and I. I looked at the big clock in the office and there were 5 minutes left until 6 pm. Samantha swam back to me again and resumed the position she had before against my chest.
“What do you want to do?” I asked softly. She shrugged again. I wrapped my arms around her little body and gave her a big hug from behind. She laughed and took my arm and moved my hands down her stomach. She led my fingers past her belly, down the middle of her hips and placed them firmly between her thin legs.
She wanted it — I finally knew. I thought I was just imagining things – imagining feelings between me and this quiet, shy almost nine-year-old girl. She closed her legs around my hand and moved her hips around slowly. I pressed my fingers harder against the wet material that covered her soft pussy. I didn’t know what I was doing; I just knew that having her in my arms with one hand on her most private part turned my body on more than it had ever been. Neither one of us wanted to say anything to ruin the moment— but I felt as if I had to.
“You really like tickles, huh?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded. The gate to the pool suddenly creaked, which made me release her from my hold almost immediately.
“Sammy!” the tall, handsome man beamed in his tie and slacks. His sleeves had been rolled up and his expensive gold watch sparkled in the sunset. Samantha swam to the ladder and climbed out the water. “Go dry up and get dressed so I can give you a big hug, okay?” he said to her before she had the chance to run to him. She nodded and ran off to the locker room.
“No running!” I called out, back in lifeguard mode.
“Jenna, could I speak to you a moment?” he asked. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed out of the pool. Had he seen what we were doing? Had she made a comment to her father about her ointment massage?
“I’m sorry, the kids had asked me to get in the pool and—“
“What? Oh, no. I don’t care about that. Amber’s always in the pool when I see her. Or trotting around in that little swimsuit,” he added with a smirk. But he quickly felt remorseful when I didn’t react and looked toward the ground, “Sorry. Look, do you think you could maybe babysit Samantha for me while she’s here for the summer? Or know someone who can? I don’t have a lot of time on my hands, and I’m not very good at this ‘dad’ stuff. I mean—! Not like that! I just, had a life before she came to stay with me, you know? I love that little girl.”
“No, I understand,” I interjected, trying to make him feel better.
“If you can’t, do you know someone else who might be able to? From the neighborhood. I would hire a nanny full time, but to be honest— you can’t trust just anyone with your kid or your stuff. I’d rather not come home and find all of my electronics missing,” he laughed. I forced a laugh for his sake. He seemed like he meant well, just wasn’t sure how he was coming across.
“I mean, other than this job, I don’t have much else going on with my free time.”
“I’d pay you! I mean, well — you know that. But how much do you make here?”
“$10 an hour,” I said and immediately regretted it. I should’ve lied.
“I’ll double that. Or whatever you want. Money isn’t an issue. I just—“ he scratched the back of his neck, “I just need my freedom. And I think I know your dad… the doctor, right? Dark hair, tall, drives a silver Benz.”
“Ha, yeah. That’s my dad.”
“Yeah, you’re just a block or two over from us. We wave sometimes. Stopped to admire my baby one day,” he said as he tilted his head toward his red Corvette.
“Yeah, he would,” I joked. “Mom won’t let him have a midlife crisis car.”
“Smart woman,” he said to me.
“Let me know when you need me.”
“To be honest with you, Jenna — always. I know you keep an eye on her for me when you’re here. Sometimes I may need you to take her home and watch her in case I do something after work, which is often. I have this girlfriend who is high, high maintenance and giving me shit for not spending time with her. It’s like she doesn’t understand, I have my kid with me, you know?”
“Yeah,” I said in agreement. I didn’t make him out to be such a bachelor and so young. I guess I had never really given him a good look. I had no idea how old he was — I was bad at telling people’s ages. Couldn’t have been older than in his early thirties.
Samantha came running back with her backpack on and her long, wavy, brown hair loose.
“Hey! There she is!” he bent down and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Say bye to Jenna before we go.” Samantha released him and gave me a big hug around my waist. Her head rested near my chest.
“Bye, Jenna,” she said and looked up at me with a smile. I cupped her cheeks in my hands and looked into her big green eyes and made a scrunched up face at her.
“Bye, sweetie.”
“We are going to the mall today for some clothes shopping at some store I didn’t even know existed. Justine or something?”
“Justice!” she corrected him with a laugh.
“Right, right. Some girl’s store. She wants to get some new swimsuits.”
“And Claire’s.”
“And that’s right. Claire’s too. And Build-A-Bear?”
“No. That’s for babies,” she said bashfully.
“Okay, okay,” he said, giving me a look with wide eyes. Their interaction made me laugh.
“Can we go to the movies?”
“Anywhere you want tonight, baby,” he picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small blue card. “Text me from your cell when you get to it so I’ll have your number. We’ll plan for tomorrow. Thanks so much, Jenna.”
“Okay. Goodbye!” I waved to them as they walked away. I looked down at the card, and it read HedgeHunters, Scott Price, Senior Manager.
I showed it to my father later that evening during dinner who had wondered how a young, single guy could afford to live in our neighborhood.
*****
We had planned that I would watch Samantha the next day after work around 8 pm. It gave me enough time to go home, shower and dry my hair before walking over. Samantha was watching TV in the large open floorplan living room. Scott had me follow him into his bathroom so that he could speak to me as he got ready. He wore black dress slacks and a white wife beater. He began to floss his teeth in the mirror as he spoke.
“Her mother is such a bitch. She lives in North Carolina, and she’s a total alkie.”
“Alkie?”
“A drunk. Well, she used to be — in college. I met her at a frat party and yeah, we did hang out a bunch of times, but it wasn’t like she was my girlfriend or anything. She drops out of school at some point, and I don’t hear from her until right before graduation when she tells me she’s knocked up. I told her to do what she had to do — but that I didn’t want to be with her. I know I sound like an asshole, but she’s vicious — beautiful, but vicious. I’m surprised Sammy’s as cool as she is with that batshit crazy mother she has,” he said, beginning to brush his teeth. He held up a finger, telling me to wait a moment. He was a very attractive guy, with dark brown hair and in great shape. For some reason that didn’t do much for me — I imagined the beautiful women he must get, and I was a little envious. He spit out the last of the mouthwash and then began to clip his fingernails a bit.
“Can you drive?” he asked me.
“Well, I have my permit. But I don’t have a car or anything. That’s what I’m saving up for. I don’t turn 16 until the fall.”
“I’ll leave the keys to my old Acura on the counter in case you need to go somewhere.”
“But I only have a permit.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” he gave me a charming smile and a wink. I felt excited at the thought of being able to drive a car, although I didn’t really plan on going anywhere.
“Did Samantha eat tonight?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. She gets up and grabs stuff from the fridge whenever she wants. There’s always plenty of food. There’s some leftover Greek food from last night and Chinese from a couple of nights back. I’ll show you where the spending cash is in case you wanna order out or go somewhere, and she wants something. My place is your place. Make yourself comfortable. You’re going to want to keep stuff here if you’re going to chilling out here and stuff. To be honest with you, even when I’m home, I’d love for you to be around just to keep her company and be her pal, ya know? I’d have play dates and things with her if I just didn’t have to watch even MORE kids,” he laughed. He walked out of the bathroom and into his walk-in closet. He stepped back out with a shirt in each hand. “Which one, Jen, white or blue?”
“Hmm, blue,” I said.
“Yeah, I like that one too. White would make me look like a fucking waiter or something,” he joked. Something about him was just so confident, so cool. He was definitely a likable guy, as crass as he was. We spoke more as he got ready and doused himself in cologne. “Let me show you where you can sleep.”
“Sleep?”
“Yeah, to spend the night. I might be home tonight or I might not. Either way, you’ll end up spending some nights here. Is that cool with you and your folks and stuff? If not, let me know, and I’ll just make sure to come back tonight.”
“No, no. It’s fine. I just should’ve brought some clothes and a toothbrush and stuff.”
“Oh, yeah. Uhm — if you wanna take Sam over to your place or whatever, it’s cool with me. While you grab some stuff or for the night or whatever. But you can stay in this room,” he opened the door to a large bedroom decorated in earth tone colors. “I like that it has a flatscreen, and there’s a balcony out there.” His phone beeped in his pocket. He looked at it and smiled widely. “Man, you girls are fucking wild,” he said to himself as he sent a text. He turned the phone to show me a picture of a tanned, blonde girl’s heart-shaped ass. She had diamond shaped thigh gap that was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.
“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked curiously.
“Uhhh, no. Haha,” he laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be showing you this shit. You’re like — a kid. Well, not a kid. You know what I mean. You’re cool, right?”
“Yeah, totally,” I said quickly, a little embarrassed.
“Yeah, you seem cool as hell. And I know you have your shit together. Smart kid, straight A’s, MVP JV Soccer, youngest person on Varsity,” he said with a smirk. His words made me blush. “Yeah, I did my research. I stalked you online. You’re good person, a cool chick. Stay that way.”
“Thanks,” I smiled and looked at the ground, a little embarrassed.
“Just text me if you need anything, may take a while for me to respond, but I’ll put it on vibrate.”
We walked back into the living room together.
“Okay, Sammy Bammy. I’m heading out, baby.” He picked her up off the couch and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Be good for, Jenna, okay? You can text me if you want.”
“Okay, Dad,” she kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re soooo pretty,” he joked and tickled her belly. She laughed loudly with a shriek.
“Bye, baby,” he said, setting her down. “Jenna, the hot tub’s on in the back, this one loves it out there. She knows how to use it. There’s the pool, sauna, gym, uhm — PS4, Xbox, there’s a laptop. Oh, here’s where I’ll keep some cash for you,” he walked to an end table with a vase on it. It had a small drawer he pulled out. He took out a wad of cash from his pocket and dropped in several bills. “I need to run. I’ll see ya later.”
“When is your bedtime?” I asked Samantha as we watched tv on the couch several hours later. She shrugged and yawned a little. It was clear to me that she had few rules, if any at all. “Well, it’s almost 1 AM, maybe we should start heading to bed because I’m exhausted!” I yawned exaggeratedly. She obeyed and got up without much hesitation.
“My dad said it was okay if you slept in my bed with me,” she informed me. It made me hold back a chuckle.
“Well, I won’t sleep in your bed with you, but I will come by and tuck you in in a few minutes. Go brush and put your pajamas on or whatever you wear to bed.” I thought about it long and hard. Thought about being able to sleep in the same bed with her and kiss and touch her little body while she slept. Just the thought of it while I watched her walk away in her tiny little yoga shorts hugging her ass made my pussy wet. I followed behind her just a few minutes later.
“Is that your mom?” I asked, looking at a picture on her nightstand of a pretty blonde woman giving her a kiss on the lips when she was smaller.
“Yeah,” she smiled, looking at the picture.
“She’s pretty, like you,” I smiled at her and scrunched my nose. She got under the covers, and I sat beside her in bed. “Does your mom usually kiss you on the lips?” She nodded. I leaned in more closely to her and rested my thigh against the side of her body. Her big green eyes looked at me in anticipation. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, Sammy,” I smiled, my nose just inches from hers.
“Jenna?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you kiss me on the lips like my mom does?” she asked a little hesitantly. I felt my heart stop in my chest at her question.
“I don’t know if that would be an okay thing for me to do,” I explained.
“Oh, okay. Sorry,” she lamented uncomfortably. God, why wouldn’t I just kiss her? She was asking me to! And it was harmless if she was doing it with her mom — it’s just a tap, I told myself. I stroked her hair a bit to reassure her that I wasn’t upset.
“How about another kiss on the forehead?” I said right before leaning in for one. I watched as a shy grin slowly painted on her face. I looked into her now dark, green eyes and she stared into mine. She was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen in her beautifully adorned, pink and green room.
“Goodnight, Jenna,” she said to me.
“Goodnight, Sammy.”
*****
The next morning I got out of bed around nine and walked to the living room to find Samantha sitting on the couch, watching TV. There was some movement in the kitchen.
“Who is that?” I whispered to her, worriedly.
“My dad,” she responded, almost in a trance with the television. I felt awful for having slept in so late and slowly walked to the kitchen to find Scott cooking over the stove in some long pajama pants with no shirt on.
“Hey, Jenna! Want some scrambled eggs?”
“I’m so sorry for sleeping in. I could’ve been up earlier—“
“Are you kidding me?” he responded, “I’m only up because I’m meeting with a client in a few hours. Sleep as long as you need. You need your rest. She usually gets a cereal or Pop Tart in the mornings.”
“Oh,” I said. I watched as he very quickly flipped several pieces of bacon. “Do you need help? I’ll set the table and get some orange juice out.”
“Good idea.”
I loved how positive and easygoing he was, so much so I expected it to end soon or over time.
As I set the table for breakfast, the doorbell rang.
“Jenna, wanna check that?” he called from the kitchen. I went to the door and opened it — finding my mother there with an angry glare on her face.
“Why didn’t you come home last night? And why are you still here, Jennifer?”
“I told you I was spending the night. You probably weren’t paying attention,” I snapped at her.
“Is that your mom?” Scott suddenly appeared behind me with a pan of scrambled eggs in his hand and shirtless. “Come, come in for breakfast.”
“Oh, no. It’s okay,” my mother said politely.
“Well, I have a great espresso maker, you have to try it,” he smiled at her. She hesitated a moment and came in. I was shocked at just how charming Scott was with women, especially my mom. It was a little sickening.
“I just wanted to make sure Jenna was alright. She didn’t tell me she’d be here,” she told him moments later in the kitchen as he made them both some espresso on his coffee machine.
“Ah, yes. I was out last night and came home pretty late. She has her own room and everything, let’s go see it and drink these out back — you’ll love this view,” he said enthusiastically, leading her through the modern house. I was baffled at how he was handling the situation. Samantha and I sat down to eat and I mostly tried to hear what they were talking about, but it was impossible with the television.
“Do you want me to get you apple juice instead?” I asked Samantha. She shook her head ‘no’.
“Jenna, are you staying with me today?”
“Uhm — I’m not sure. I might be in trouble with my mom,” I grumbled.
“If you can stay, can we swim in our pool here?”
“Maybe! If I can stay, though. I will need to go home and shower and grab my bathing suit.”
“Really? Yes!” she said to herself.
About 10 minutes later my mother and Scott came back into the living room, laughing together. Scott still had his shirt off, and my mom seemed much less uptight than she was initially.
“Alright, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, honey,” my mother said to me, “Jennifer can watch Samantha for as long as you need her.”
“Thank you, Pam.”
Pam? What did he do to her? I wondered.
“So you can stay to swim?” Sam whispered to me quietly. I nodded with a smirk.
*****
It was a bit past 10:30 AM when Samantha and I walked the few short blocks to my house.
“Your room is so cool!” she exclaimed, admiring my soccer trophies and swimming medals. “You won all of these?”
“Uh-huh,” I said as I dug through my drawers for my bikini. I hadn’t worn it in so long, since I always wore the one-piece to work. I lifted my shirt up above my head; I wore a sports bra underneath. I pulled down my jeans and could feel her eyes observing me as she sat on my bed. “I’m going to get in the shower, okay? I’ll be right out.” She nodded at me. I fiddled with my panties, knowing she’d watch me. “You can turn my TV on if you’d like,” I smiled before leaving the room.
I left the door halfway open and turned on the shower in my bathroom. After about 5 minutes I could see her reflection through the glass shower at the door frame from the mirror — she was watching me, watching me lather my body and rinse off my hair. I faced the mirror, knowing her eyes were on me and lathered my breasts slowly and with much focus. I moved my hand from my breast down my wet stomach and over my trimmed pussy. It turned me on so much to know that she was watching me.
After a few minutes of teasing the young girl, I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel. I noticed she was no longer at the door. When I stepped into my room, Samantha was laying face up on my bed — feigning sleep. Her chest very heavily rose and fell, but I could see her closed eyelids twitch a bit.
“Sam? Samantha?” I called to her as I put on my bikini. I hoped she was peeking. When I finished putting my bikini on I jumped onto my bed, near her and began to tickle her ribs. “Sammy!! Wake up! Wake up!” I straddled her body, tickling it and watching her laugh and convulse beneath me.
“Stop! Stop!” she laughed, putting her arms up in defense. I held her arms down by her wrists and moved my knees up toward her head, plopping my butt right on her hips. I shook my wet hair like a dog, getting water drops all over her face. “Oh, no!!” she shrieked with laughter. She always looked beautiful when she laughed. The laughter slowly died down and I found my face inches from hers. Oh, how I wanted to kiss her lips and know what her tongue tasted like. Suddenly she let out a tiny yawn.
“Tired?” I asked her. She nodded.
“Yeah, a little bit,” she said, smirking shyly at me.
“Did you get enough sleep last night?”
“I sorta woke up early. My dad got home late and it woke me up. So we watched TV for a little while until it was time for breakfast.”
“Maybe we can take a nap a little later after our swim,” I suggested, getting up from on top of her and sitting on the bed.
“I like your bathing suit,” she said, “It’s pretty. I have a new one, too.”
“Yeah? The blue one?”
“No. My dad bought me new ones. Two pieces — like yours.”
“Oh, show me when we get back.”
*****
She was a sexy little thing in her pink and yellow bikini. Her bikini bottom hugged her little ass so perfectly with her long hair down her back and her triangle top covering the small mounds of her chest where breasts would develop one day.
“Jenna, let’s play that game where you throw me in the water like we did before,” she said swimming about. Their pool was heated so I eased right in. “Can we play, please?”
“Alright,” I laughed. She swam to me and turned her body so that I could take a hold of her hips from behind. “You know, you’re allowed to jump in the pool here. We can probably jump in together.”
“No, I want you to…” she whined playfully and moved my hands from her hips to her belly. I pulled her body against mine and placed my lips near her ear.
“You want me to what?” I whispered, caressing up and down her stomach. She was quiet and arched her back, allowing the tips of my fingers to touch the rim of her bottoms. My own pussy became aroused just having my skin on hers.
“Jenna?” she pulled away a moment and for a split second it scared me that things were getting too intense, but she had a big smile on her face. “Can you be my mommy?”
“Yes, baby,” I smiled. She wrapped her legs around me and put her arms around my neck. I almost waited for her to kiss me, but instead, she rested her head on my shoulder.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?” I cradled her head with one hand and her little ass with the other.
“I have an ouchie,” she whined.
“You do?! Where, baby?” I squeezed her butt with my hand, “Right here?”
“No,” she shook her head. I moved my hand up to her face and pressed a finger on her bottom lip.
“Here?”
“No.”
“Where?” I asked, but she shrugged. I guess it was my job to guess. “Is it your ouchie from the pool last week?” She shook her head no. “Is your ouchie underneath your swimsuit?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. A devilish grin grew across my face; I couldn’t believe what that little girl was doing to me.
I took my hand and placed it directly on the fabric of the triangle top covering her left mound and rubbed it gently.
“Here, baby?” I asked seductively. She nodded. I rubbed more firmly, squeezing the soft plumpness beneath the wet fabric. I could feel her tiny nipple firmly protruding against my finger.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I have a snack later?”
“Yes, baby,” I smiled. “Do they both hurt or just this one?”
“Both,” she giggled. I moved her little body in front of me and lifted her legs higher up on my ribs. I put both hands by her neck and traced them down the center of her chest.
“Let’s see what the problem is,” I said, like a doctor and pushed her top aside, revealing two pointy nipples that sat on little deposits of fat. Her nipples were firm and almost the same color as her skin. She looked down at her chest, and her face turned a little red from embarrassment. Her sudden shyness turned me on so much. I flicked both nipples with my thumbs and began to massage in circles. She swallowed hard, and I noticed her breathing became a little deeper. “Does that feel good?” I asked. She nodded slightly, lowering her head. “What’s wrong, Sammy? Are you embarrassed?” She nodded again.
“A little,” she whispered.
“Baby, we can’t have any part of you hurting, you know?”
“But it doesn’t really hurt, it just feels good,” she confessed.
“Oh, I see,” I said, “But we’re just pretending, right? I’m your mommy and you’re my baby.” A big smile spread across her face. “Is there anything else you want to do, baby? Want to have your snack now?” She nodded.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Can you kiss me like you do before bedtime?” she asked. I felt my pussy become more awake with excitement. I remembered the picture of her kissing her mother on her nightstand.
“Show me how I normally kiss you,” I said, closing my eyes and pursing my lips a bit. I then felt her cold, wet lips on mine firmly, followed by a loud smacking sound. I opened my eyes to see her giant green ones, staring at me.
“One more?” she asked.
“I’ll give you one,” I told her and she grinned immediately. I leaned my head forward and met her lips with mine, brushing the tip of my tongue against her lips for a split second. I could see her eyes widen, the touch of my tongue caught her by surprise. There was a brief silence as we both thought of words to say. “Ready for your snack now?”
“Okay, mommy,” she nodded.
Samantha sat on the couch wrapped in a towel, watching tv, as I prepared some cheese and crackers on a plate for us.
“Want takeout, Sam? Your dad left us money,” I called out.
“Yeah! Pizza! Pepperoni — with fries!” she shouted back at me.
I ordered us lunch and carried the plate of cheese and crackers to the coffee table with some cut-up apples. I was in a large white robe; Scott had shown me where they kept several clean ones outside. She kneeled up beside the table on the floor and ate mindlessly as she watched the Disney channel. Her hair was still wet and dripping on the carpet a bit, she shivered — laughing at the television.
“Are you cold, Sammy?” I asked. She nodded. “Where is your towel?”
“It’s wet,” she said, pointing to it on the carpet beside her.
“My robe is pretty dry if you want to come share it with me,” I proposed casually. She looked back and gave me a smirk. I laid flat on my back on the couch and opened my robe invitingly, my wet bikini clinging to my skin tightly. “I don’t want my little baby catching a cold,” I added in my ‘pretend mother’ voice. My pussy was moist just hearing myself say the words.
Almost immediately, she ran over to me on the couch and crawled on top of my body. She plopped her body against mine, with her head on my chest beneath my chin and her arms at her side. I quickly wrapped her up in the robe and hugged her tightly. My heart was pounding rapidly. We stayed perfectly still for almost a full minute, neither one of us wanting to move. She then shifted her legs, her skinny thigh falling between my legs and pressed her covered pussy against my thigh. She lifted her head off my chest and stared at me.
“Hi,” I smiled. She pressed her lips to mine for a short kiss.
“Mommy, you’re so beautiful,” she giggled and kissed me again.
“You’re the beautiful one, baby,” I told her and she kissed me again, over and over with short quick tap kisses. I could feel her rubbing herself more firmly on my thigh, and I placed my hands inside the robe over both of her ass cheeks and gave it a little grab. She then kissed me for a longer period of time, resting her lips against mine I heard a little moan escape her throat. Her thigh rubbed nicely on my own warm parts, and I began pushing her butt down against me as I moved my hips upward to match her movements. I wanted to taste her tongue so badly, but I didn’t dare to, I wasn’t sure how.
“Your lips taste like juice,” she said, and as if reading my mind, she stuck her tongue between them for a split second. I pulled my head back, feigning being shocked, I let out a gasp.
“Babies can’t kiss their mommies with their tongues like that,” I scolded her. She immediately felt embarrassed and stopped moving.
“I’m sorry.”
“It would be okay, if I weren’t your mommy,” I told her.
“But you’re not really my mommy.”
“I’m not?”
“Jenna, can I tell you something?”
“Yeah?”
“I asked my Daddy if you could be my girlfriend and he said he didn’t know. He said it was up to you if you wanted to.”
“What else did you tell your daddy?”
“He asked me why I kept going to the pool if I had one at home. I told him I liked playing and you,” she said quietly.
“What did your dad say?”
“He said he wanted to kiss Amber. I told him I wanted to kiss you,” she confessed.
“So you only went to the pool for me?” I asked. She nodded. “And do you really not need babysitting?”
She shook her head. “I’m home alone a lot. I get scared sometimes. My dad leaves all day or sometimes all night.”
“So, what is it that you want, Sam?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged.
“How about we go out tonight? You and me.”
“On a date?” her eyes lit up.
“Yeah. A date. We’ll go out see a movie, get some dinner, just the two if us.”
“Jenna? Are you my girlfriend?”
“Is that what you want? You want me to be your girlfriend?” I asked her. She nodded with a shy smile. “Well, we won’t be able to tell anyone, you have to promise.” She nodded. “You’re going to have to give me a kiss me like a girlfriend and not like my baby.” She laughed. “We’ll go slow.” I rubbed her ass again with both my hands.
She leaned her face into mine, and I met her parted lips with my tongue. I felt the slick wetness of her tongue and tasted its sweet flavor. She kissed me slowly and shyly. It’s what I had been wanting since I first saw her trembling lips crying in the pool office. I wanted to kiss her and taste her and make it all better.
“Like that?” she asked softly. I smiled and a pushed my pussy up against her thigh a little more. I sucked on her bottom lip and then flicked her top lip with my tongue. I pushed my lips against hers hard and explored the inside of her mouth passionately. We pulled away slowly, and she broke into a fit of giggles.
“What is it?” I laughed. “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?”
“Uhm, no,” she blushed. “Have you?”
“No. I’m not really sure what it is girlfriends do other than kiss,” I told her.
“I saw a video once of girlfriends that were naked,” she told me bashfully.
“Really? What were they doing?” I pretended to be naive.
“Kissing and touching, and I don’t know…” her voice trailed off. I giggled at her cuteness.
“You’re really beautiful,” I said to her, moving my hand from her ass up her back and stroked it gently. In one quick motion, I tugged on the bikini string tied at her back.
“Can we kiss again?”
“We can kiss whenever you want, you’re my girlfriend now,” I told her. She giggled and kissed me again, more assertively than before. Oh, how that little girl turned me on.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling us. She jumped up from my chest and her little bikini top was hanging off her neck, exposing her nipple covered mounds. I pinched one before getting up from the couch and heading to the door.
“It’s the pizza,” I told her.
I opened the door to find Mrs. Stevens, wide eyed and mouth open.
“Jenna? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, hi. I’m — uh, babysitting,”
“Ah,” she looked me up and down, “I didn’t know you babysat. So Mrs. Price isn’t home?”
“No,” I replied. I didn’t even bother explaining that there was no Mrs. Price. Mrs. Stevens was such a busybody.
“You know, Jake and Trevor are going out next week for Amber’s birthday. Maybe you should go with them. Jake was asking me about you.”
“Oh, no — I have to work all next week anyway,” I lied.
“Jenna, you should really get out and socialize with people your own age, you know? You can’t spend your entire life cooped up inside. Jake is really a nice boy,” she started. I was getting pretty sick of her lectures every time I saw her. The pizza delivery guy pulled up into the driveway.
“Our pizza is here, I’ll see you around Mrs. Stevens.”
“Here, take some Avon catalogs for Mrs. Price.”
“Why is she always giving people those magazines?” Samantha asked as we ate pizza, kneeling down beside the coffee table.
“I don’t know, she’s kind of annoying.”
“Yeah and she looks at me weird a lot,” Samantha added.
“I know, right?! Well, she’s probably looking at your nice little butt,” I laughed, giving her butt a little slap.
“Noooo, she’s probably looking at your big boobies,” she giggled.
“Me? My boobs aren’t big.”
“Oh, yeah they are,” she said, before taking another bite of her pizza.
“No, they’re not. Not like Amber’s,” I looked down at my cleavage. My breasts were probably about a small C cup; I had never paid them much mind. I could see why to a little eight-year-old girl they seemed big. Samantha had some sauce on her lips from her messy eating. “Let me get this stuff on your lips for you,” I leaned into her face slowly and licked the sauce off her bottom lip with my tongue, then sucked on her entire bottom lip before tonguing her mouth again.
“Do I taste like pizza?” she asked with a smile. “You taste like pizza.”
“A little bit. Man, I’m getting full,” I plopped down on my back and rubbed my stomach.
“Can we watch a movie and take a nap, in bed?”
“Uh, yeah — we’ll use my laptop,” I told her.
*****
Moments later we were in her pretty bedroom, still in our bikinis that were nearly dry. I sat up against the headboard with some pillows in between, and she sat on my lap on the bed, and I wrapped a blanket around us. The laptop was on her lap as we both leaned back a bit.
“What do you want to watch? Disney?”
“No. I want to see the movie I saw my daddy watching with the girlfriends.”
My pussy ached to hear that. I reached around her and searched for a lesbian porn movie on the internet. She grew quiet as the movie started with two women kissing and undressing each other. I wrapped my arms around her little body and gave her kisses on her neck. I calmly took her long hair and moved it over her right shoulder, exposing her neck and back and untied both strings from around her neck and back. I removed her bikini top and tossed it aside. My arms caressed from her tight stomach to the raised nipples on her chest in long, slow strokes. I pulled her body toward me, pressing her back against my chest and head resting near my right shoulder. We both watched as the two women sucked and played with each other’s nipples and breasts on the laptop. I rubbed her little nipples harder and gave her kisses on her cheek.
“Did you really tell your dad you wanted me to be your girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” she giggled.
“What did he say about that?”
“He said that I should tell you.”
“So you told him that you like girls?” I asked, leaving my right hand on her chest and trailing the other between her legs.
“I told him I liked you,” she said and spread her legs slightly to allow me to rub, making it easier for me to touch over her bikini bottoms. The women began to lick and suck each other’s clits and sticking their fingers deep into each other’s cunts.
“Oh, wow,” I said, “I wonder what that tastes like.”
“Want me to take them off?” she asked, referring to her bottoms. I squeezed her pussy lips together through the fabric. I loved how chubby her pussy was considering she was a fairly slim girl.
“You can leave them on for now,” I said. “Sammy, look at me.” She turned her head to me, and I immediately kissed her pink lips. We continued to kiss for a few minutes, ignoring the movie.
Eventually, the movie ended, and I pulled myself away from our make out session to close the laptop and set it on the nightstand. Samantha burrowed herself between the sheets, and I followed behind her.
“Mhh, my beautiful girlfriend,” I hovered over her body and kissed her mouth, rubbing her chest and nipples. I lowered my face to her chest and tongued circles around each one, nibbling on them and sucking as if there was much there. I squeezed the skin around her nipple to create a tiny little bud to suck on and could feel her breathing become heavy against my forehead. I leaned forward and pressed my covered breasts over her little chest. She looked down at my cleavage with wide eyes.
“Can I—?” her voice trailed off.
“What, Sam?”
“Can I see them?” she asked shyly. I chuckled and sat up on her body, straddling her hips. I reached back and untied the strings of my bikini from around my neck, letting my full breasts bounce into view. She stared with her mouth wide open. My nipples were a light brown color and fully hardened. I took her hand and placed it directly on my nipple.
“Touch them. They’re all yours now,” I told her. She sat up to get a better feel, touching them lightly with her small fingers.
“It’s soft,” she said with a smile.
“Kiss it,” I leaned my breast closer to her mouth and she took my left breast in both of her hands and planted a firm closed-mouth kiss on my nipple. She heard a tiny moan escape my throat and kissed it again. She opened her mouth and licked the skin around my areola before licking the nipple itself.
“Ahh, suck on it,” I said seductively, stroking her hair and pushing her head firmly against my nipple.
And she did, moving her tongue up, down and in circles. Her warm, wet lips on my nipples made my pussy tingle in a way it never had before.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop.
Continue on to Part Two