Kaitlyn, Part One

by Single Mom

I was sunning myself in a lounge chair at my apartment complex pool. Laying in a chair next to me was my friend and neighbor, Morgan, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on her daughter, Kaitlyn.

I had been reading a book called DayDreams by Mitchell Smith, which was more than a little racy. In fact, it was down right HOT! So hot in fact that I could feel a little wetness in my pussy, which is not good if you're wearing a white bikini bathing suit.

I placed the open book over my eyes, and simply lay there enjoying the warmth from the sun and the story. It never dawned on me that Morgan would close her eyes much less drift off to sleep with her nine year old daughter playing pool side.

It was at the part where Clara was sucking on Ellie's breast that I decided to stop reading, close my eyes, and fantasized about me being Ellie. Suddenly, I shook the book off of my face and saw Kaitlyn running her finger along the vaginal crease where my bikini bottoms were creeping into my vagina.

I was shocked, but relieved to see that it was nine year old Kaitlyn, and not some old pervert. I said nothing for long seconds, not wanting to frighten her, then I said softly, "What are you doing honey?"

"Nothin'," she said as we both glanced over to check on her mother who was still fast asleep.

She was squatting on her haunches with her knees parted, and I could see that her own bathing suit was creeping into her vaginal crease. I have no idea of what made me do it, but I shocked myself by glancing over at her mother again, then assured that she was still asleep, I reached down and pressed my finger against Kaitlyn's vaginal crease.

Kaitlyn's response was to thrust her hips almost imperceptibly against my finger while staring at her sleeping mother. "Do you like doin' this?" she asked.

I couldn't believe that I was rubbing the pussy of my friend and neighbor's nine year old daughter and I had no idea of how to answer her question. Of course I liked it, it was making me wet, but she was a nine year old girl, and I was a 36 year old divorced teacher. The pool was not crowded, but there were enough people there who might see us, so I said, "Honey, we can't do this here, someone might see us."

"So why can't we go to your apartment?"

I couldn't believe that I was talking to a nine year old. I half expected her to say that she would stop and pick up a bottle of red wine. I glanced at her mother as if to say, "What about her?"

"She won't care, she likes you," Kaitlyn answered.

"And what would we do in my apartment?" I asked, just to be sure that this wasn't all an allusion.

"You know," she giggled, touching her own mons.

You wake your mother up and tell her that we're going to my apartment. If she says ok, we'll go."

Thinking about doing something, and actually doing it are two different things. We were standing nervously in the middle of my living room, not quite knowing what to do next. "Would you like a soda?" I asked. (Which is what we told her mother that we were coming for.)

"Ain't you got no beer?"

"Beer? Does your mother know you drink beer?"

"Sure, she always gives me some of hers. She say's it's good for you."

"Well I don't have any beer, sweetheart, but would you like a sip of wine?"

"Does it make you feel good like beer does?"

"Feel good? What do you mean by feel good?" I asked.

"You know, make you dizzy and wanna do stuff," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Stuff? What do you mean by stuff?" I asked, holding my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Like kiss and stuff. Don't you like to kiss?"

"I love to kiss," I answered, as I began to pour a glass of Chardonnay. I took a sip and handed her the glass. I half expected her to take a large gulp as if she were drinking soda pop, but she held the glass by the stem and sipped if like she was born with a glass of wine in her hand. She didn't hand the glass back, but continued to take sips from my glass.

"Not too much sweetie," I warned.

"I'm not woozy yet. Don't you wanna get woozy."

I thought that it might be easier if I got "Woozy" so I poured myself another glass, and took a sip.

Kaitlyn laid on the sofa on her back and said, "Spit some in my mouth," and then opened her mouth.

I sat on the edge of the sofa and said, "Honey, where did you learn that?"

"I saw my mom and Beth do it."

"Beth? Who is Beth?" I asked with some incredulity.

"She's my mom's old girlfriend, before you moved here."

"Your mom had a girlfriend?" I asked, not quite as shocked as I should have been. If Mogan was gay, that might explain why Kaitlyn liked girls.

"She had lots, but Beth lived with us for awhile."

How could I live just below a lesbian and not know it? How could I have been friends with a lesbian, and never had a clue? I felt a familiar stirring in my stomach and crotch, and said. "Open your mouth." I took a long sip of my wine, leaned over Kaitlyn, kissed her and dribbled a mouth full of wine into her open mouth.

Her reaction was unexpected. She placed both hands behind my head and used my hair to pull my lips down to hers. She licked my lips, then shoved her tongue into my mouth. She began to squirm and move her hips as I sucked on her tongue while reaching down to slip my hand under the top of her bathing suit bottoms and rubbed her already wet pussy.

She continued to squirm and thrust her hips while our tongues played a game of tag in my mouth. I entered her vaginal slit with my middle finger and found the little nubbin that was her clitoris. she began to tremble and buck wildly. I knew that even an infant could have an orgasm, but I didn't know if or how a nine year old came.

I got up from the sofa, went to the door and made sure the chain was hooked, and the dead bolt was locked. I then picked kaitlyn up and carried her to my bedroom, kissing her wet drooling lips as we went.

I undressed her, and then myself as she lay there with trembling lips and eyes wide and glazed, staring at my breast and shaved pussy.

"Sweetheart, you'll have to tell Lisa what you want her to do," I told her as I laid on the bed next to her.

She reached over and touched my breast. "Can you lick my pussy?"

"Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?"

"Noooooo," she said hesitatingly.

I knew that someone had, and it was either her mother or Beth. If it was her mother, I reasoned that she would be with her now, and not here with me, so it had to be Beth.

"It was Beth, wasn't it?" I said.

There was a long pause, and then she said. "Uh-huh."

"Show me how you two did it."

She rocked back until she was almost on her shoulders. She raised her legs until they were back over her body, her feet over her head, presenting me with a little wet pussy and a rosebud asshole.

I looked up between her legs at her face, contorted with expectation. I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her pussy slit. She jumped, then grabbed her legs just above her ankles to keep them held back. I used my fingers to part her labia and stared at her pierced hymen. I took the opportunity to bury my tongue in her pussy and fuck her with it. I had to use both hands to hold her still as she thrashed on the bed. The faucet that controlled her lubricating juices was wide open, and I began to drink from her.

Just as I was lowering my face so that I could fuck her asshole with my tongue, I heard a knock at the door. I put my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.

"Lisa?" Morgan called out. And then another knock, and, "Kaitlyn?" After a few minutes, the door knob jiggled, and then she left.

You can imagine what it's like to be naked in bed with a nine year old and her mother comes to the door. My reaction was not one that you would expect. I had an orgasm.

We lay there naked, kissing and holding each other, our sweat slick bodies making sucking sounds as we writhed and twisted together. I gave her one last, long, deep kiss, then playfully smacked her ass. "So what do we do now, young lady?" I said.

"Was it good to you?" she asked.

I dipped my fingers in my wet pussy and held them to her lips." It was very good to me," I answered.

I apologized profusely to Morgan, explaining that I had to go to the store, so I took Kaitlyn with me. I was hoping that we didn't reek of sex.

"Oh hell, Lisa, I appreciate you taking her off my hands for awhile. It's not easy being a single mom."

"Well I'm on summer vacation so I'll be home all day until school starts, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know, Morgan."

She put two beers on the kitchen table and invited me to sit down. "Kaitlyn's day camp is costing me a fortune, so maybe we can work something out where I could pay you to watch her," Morgan suggested.

"Oh Morgan, Kaitlyn is a sweetheart and a joy to be around. I couldn't take any money from you to watch her."

Kaitlyn began to jump up and down. "Please say yes, Mom. Please! Please!"

"Well if I can't pay you, maybe I can do something else for you," Morgan said, and a thin smile creased her face.

"I'll think about it and let you know," I said with a smile just as enticing as hers.

Continued if I get some encouragement.