Amy Awakes. A Fantasy tale. Part 2.

by St.Ruth

Amy Awakes. A fantasy tale. Part 2. (Special thanks to my proof readers, fault finders, and to all you beautiful women who provide me with the inspiration, Annie, Sally, Karine and Kimmi. You know who you are, and you are amazing. Thank You. R. xxx)

"Excuse me" said the flustered looking woman with the two crying children in tow as she pushed past the girl in the hooded jacket

Amy looked at the clothes hanging in front of her. She had driven 30 miles west of Sydney to Parramatta so she would be less likely to run into one of her student's parents. She was entitled to buy girls clothes wasn't she?? Then why did she feel like a criminal? Why did she feel like every store camera was pointing at her? Why did every passing shopper stare at her? Was that her imagination? "Take a breath "she said to herself. " You're not doing anything wrong."

She looked at the gorgeous sequined blouse hanging in front of her. She ran her hands over the smooth material and sighed as she thought of what had happened only 4 days earlier in her bedroom. She had thought of little else since Gerri had left. Wondering if every phone call was an outraged Haley or Jim calling to say that Gerri had told them her "special secret", and that law enforcement were on their way.

Dying a little every time she was walking down Military Rd and she saw a police car approaching her.

Holding her breath until they had past, completely ignoring her. She was sure that Gerri would surely say something to someone. She had undressed the child to her underwear, kissed her, deeply, sweetly. She shivered. "Oh so sweetly" she thought to herself. Remembering the taste of Gerri's gorgeous little mouth, the feel of her tiny, pointy pink tongue. Her amazing smile, up close, so close she could feel her little puffs of breath on her face as she wrestled with her desire to kiss her angelic face and never stop. "Oh god" she thought to herself, as she had every day since Saturday. "What have I done?" She imagined every scenario possible. Being dragged from her home in handcuffs. A hungry media contingent eager for pictures of the "Ex rock star arrested on charges of sex with a minor." Her parents, her friends, she would kill herself she thought, but knew at the same time she wouldn't. She couldn't. It went against everything she believed in.

Looking around the store Amy spied a bench in the shoe section. She sat opposite the full length mirrors on the wall. Her knees together, her elbows on her thighs, her face in her hands. To a casual passerby she may appear to be crying. She almost was. Amy sat with tears welling in her eyes, her long hair hanging down, masking her face. "What am I going to do?" she thought, her mind spinning. For the last 4 days it had done little else. She had lain awake every night, unable to turn off her brain, her fear. And when she slept, she dreamt of Geraldine Long, her Gerri. She couldn't get her out of her mind. The sound of her laugh, the way she winked with both eyes when she was playing a game with you. Her voice, her smell, the way she felt when she was in her arms. She dreamt she was holding her small body against her, kissing the nape of her neck, listening to her giggle with pleasure, so happy, so content, and on waking up was devastated to discover it was a dream. She had burst into tears. She knew the feelings, she had had it once or twice before. She was completely infatuated. But she couldn't be. Not with a child. Not with an 8 year old girl. What was wrong with her?

Amy sat up on the bench, straightening her back, staring at herself in the mirror on the wall. Her eyes were red, puffy. But otherwise she looked exactly as she had the week before. There was no sign on her forehead. No spectral rash spelling out the word "predator" on her face. She was the same girl she had always been. Admittedly looking a little harried and care worn due to her lack of sleep, but outwardly, she was the same, she was fine.

Inwardly however, she was a mess. "Why was she even here?" she thought. Looking steely eyed at her reflection. She had come here, where no-one knew her, to buy clothes for Gerri. Well to be honest, they were for her, but they would never fit her. She couldn't get the site of an almost naked Gerri, changing in and out of her old stage gear and doing little catwalk turns for her out of her mind. She had to stop herself from instinctively touching herself. She hadn't been able to stop. Since Gerri had left she had alternated between sheer terror, at times frozen in her chair, almost unable to cope with her fear. And absolute sexual need. Bringing herself to orgasm time and again just remembering the curve of her gorgeous little body as she held her over her bathroom sink. The little drops of sweat on her beautiful top lip as they steamed, faces inches apart, recalling how desperate she was to just lightly lick those little droplets of saltiness from her beautiful face. To the moment where they tumbled together, and eventually into each other as she had kissed the child's neck, her amazingly cute little ears, her small narrow shoulders.

Amy took out a tissue of her handbag, her face down, her hair hiding her blushing face as she thought of the moment she slipped her hand under the elastic of Gerri's little pink panties and had cupped her impossibly firm, tiny little bottom, in her hungry grasp. How she had fought the urge to kiss her little mouth more deeply, to hold her tighter, to explore her body with her hands, "Oh god", with her mouth.

She had woken this morning feeling better in herself than she had in days. She had taken a sleeping pill the night before and slept the sleep of the innocent, awaking fresh and alert. Before her fears could rush back in and crush her again she had leapt out of bed and thrown on her robe, marched into the kitchen and pouring a coffee from her cute little De Longhi Espresso machine, went downstairs and sat on the back step , where she had seen, what she imagined "Did that even happen?"Was Haley kiss Gerri in a less than motherly way, and took a sip from her steaming mug. She told herself that 3 days with no knock at the door was good. Surely if Gerri said something it would have been in those first few hours after.

While her mum and dad were asking " What did you do today ? Did you have fun at Miss Franklyn's' house? ' The fact that she was even still free to sit on her step and sip coffee gave her cause to believe that maybe, just maybe, she may be ok. Maybe her little angel had, somehow, or for some reason that seemed far too deep and mature for a little girl like Gerri to possess, managed not to say anything. "Maybe she had simply forgot about it?" Amy wondered. "You know what they say about kids and attention spans," she had thought.

Then the phone rang causing her to jump and splash hot coffee all over her robe. As she quickly put her now half empty cup down beside her with one hand and quickly pulled the now scalding cloth away from her thigh she fumbled for her phone and looked at the screen, it was Haley. She froze, unable to answer the call. Why was she ringing so early, Amy quickly searched her memory banks, Haley had never called this early before, had she? " Oh fuck" she thought. Her mind was frozen with fear.

Fighting against her urge to ignore the call she picked her phone up. It stopped ringing. Amy breathed out, then the notification appeared on the screen " missed call and new voice mail." She couldn't ignore it that would be just stupid, she needed to face up to this situation and deal with it or she was going to have a break down. She punched in her pin number and pressed the icon marked "Voicemail." There it was one new message, maybe the most important voicemail she had ever gotten.

She briefly wondered if she should just ignore it and get in her car and drive north, find a commune, hide herself away. She shook her head slowly. "No" she had to know what her immediate future held, she was terrified, but she wasn't a coward, she was strong. She was brave. She pressed the play button and an excited voice began to speak.

"Hi Amy, its Haley Long. I would like to thank you again for being so kind last Saturday and looking after Gerri for me. The awards night was great. So thank you. Gerri had a ball, she said you did facials and that she pulled all of your "shiny clothes" out of your wardrobe and tried them on. I hope she wasn't too much of a handful for you. But she had so much fun, she talked about you all afternoon. " Amy stared at her phone, waiting for the death blow she felt sure was coming next. The message continued.

" Sorry for calling you so early but I am on the way to the airport, my mother has had a fall and is in hospital, she has broken her leg so I need to get there, make sure she is OK and organise her care after she is released. Which means I will get Mrs Gallery to drop Gerri of at your place after school for her vocal lesson but Jim is working until 7 on a big project and I was wondering, if it wasn't too much to ask, if Gerri could stay on after her lesson again until Jim finishes and he will pick her up on his way home from work. If you can't Amy, I understand, I am so sorry to ask, it's just that Gerri really seems to like spending time with you unlike our other baby sitters. I want to pay you for your time, so whatever you think is fair is fine by me Amy, just put it on Gerri's next invoice and Jim will pay it happily. Like I said , if you can't I understand. If you get this message before 9 am you should catch me before my flight, if not, could you be a darling and let Jim know. His number is on your list of Gerri's emergency contacts. Ok, got to run. Thank you again Amy. Bye....."

Amy looked up at the sky. Suddenly the sun was brighter, the clouds whiter. She felt relief flooding through her as she realised that Gerri had kept their secret. She was safe. And now she was being offered the chance to spend nearly 4 hours with her little angel the next day. She smiled, laughed, she felt like a mad woman, the tension draining from her body as she sat laughing on her step, shaking her head, she was ok.

But now she was here, 30 miles from home, and falling apart. Why didn't she just get up and walk to her car, drive home, give Gerri her music lesson, stick her on the couch in front of the TV and never think of them together again?

She pushed her long hair back behind her ears. After Haley's call she had quickly called her back, searching for anything out of the ordinary in Haley's demeanour. There was nothing. Just Haley being her usual cheery, concise and straight to the point, self. "You can, oh Amy you are wonderful, I can't believe how much fun Gerri had, what are you doing that I'm not ? " she had asked laughingly. Both women laughed and Haley went on. " So Marge Gallery will drop her about 3:30 and Jim will grab her about 7:30 if that's ok?" Amy said that was fine, "What does she like to eat?" she had asked thinking she was going to have to feed her if she wasn't getting picked up until 7:30.

She heard Haley breathing, thinking. " Amy we are usually pretty strict about junk food and the like in Geraldine's diet but if she behaves herself and you fancy getting some pizza I think you will find you have one happy little girl on your hands. We let her have it like twice a year, it'll be a real treat for her, she will love you for it, oh and her favourite is Hawaiian , thin crust" , she said laughing. " And I want you to bill me, don't be embarrassed and please charge what you're worth, Jim will sort you out no problem. I may be gone a week, until mum is comfortable at home and I'm sure the carers know their jobs. So Jim will get Gerri to you on the weekend for her Uke lesson as well, see you next week darling"

she said happily. " Ok Haley", she responded. " Gerri will be fine and I will talk to Jim tonight and organise her Saturday lesson time with him. You just look after your mum." "You're a dear" replied Haley, her voice sounding distant. " I'm going into the airport tunnel darling, I'm losing you, see you next week." She managed to get out before the signal broke up and the call disconnected itself with a beep.

"4 hours with Gerri " she had thought. First hour singing lesson , then what?? Oblivious to the fear and terror she had been feeling for days , Amy's thoughts went straight to the image of Gerri, her blue skirt unpinned and now around her ankles, topless except for half a dozen strands of cheap costume jewellery.

She couldn't get over how cute she was. How innocently beautiful. Her flawless skin. Her tiny little soft pink nipples. The curve of her little belly. The way her soft cotton little panties hugged her hips and her gorgeous little bottom. How when she had laid on her back that same material stretched across the front of her hips, outlining the skin underneath in almost perfect detail.

A series of snap shots flew through her mind. Gerri in knee highs, with ribbons in her strawberry blonde hair. Gerri in cute little girl panties, emblazoned with Disney or cartoon characters. Gerri in little stay ups, with matching panties, sacheting across her room modelling for her. Amy pressed her thighs together, pulling her coffee stained robe across her legs. Where could she get those, she couldn't shop locally. Her student's mothers knew she didn't have children, who was she buying for ?? So she settled on the western suburbs, and hear she was. Frozen with fear again.

She needed to make a decision. And make it now. She should just walk away, she knew that, anything else was surely madness. But she couldn't see past the image of her kneeling in front of Gerri. Gerri clothed, her little music case in her tiny hand. Gerri smiling at her, sweat on her lip. Gerri pressed against her, making her heart pound like a caged animal. Gerri almost naked, standing in front of her. Gerri lying on top of her, their lips gently touching, Amy's tongue delicately exploring her little lips, her hands, with minds of their own, lightly stroking her tiny body. Her fingertips had memories, she could clearly feel the little girl's body against her. She longed to feel that again. To explore a little further. To hold her little angel close and breathe in her beautiful scent. To kiss her again. She hungered for her little mouth.

She made her choice. Bravery and desire had to win out over fear, didn't they? How could she discover this about herself and then walk away from Gerri, she would sooner stop breathing. She stood up and walked back to the clothes rack, this time however she walked over confidently. Taking the sequined blouse off the rack she placed it over her arm. It was size appropriate for a 12 year old, so it was never going to fit her, and it would still be way too big for little Gerri, who was definitely on the small side of 8, but it would fit her better, be more figure hugging, it would be more, Amy looked around as if someone nearby may read her thoughts, "sexy" She giggled aloud at her own daringness. Suddenly, the weight lifted off her shoulders.

She knew she was still walking a tightrope. But maybe just one more game of "dress-ups " with Gerri and that would do, she would be able to get the gorgeous child out from under her skin." Just one more game,"

she thought smiling. She had an idea and looked around for the sign that said children's wear. It was to her left, about 20 feet away. She saw a cute little skirt she thought would look amazing on Gerri; she added it to the blouse hanging off her arm.

She looked around and saw what she was looking for. Striding, head high, Amy walked towards the "Little Girls" department. An old song came over the in store speakers, she began whistling along with it, smiling at the shopping attendant who quickly looked away when she caught him staring at her. "Oh yes"

she thought, eyeing the little items on the stand, they will do nicely.

The rest of the day seemed to float by, as if she was walking on a cloud. Her head filled with visions of her little goddess, and thoughts of how best to get the little darling into, and out of, the clothes she had purchased.

Once home she carefully prepared what she needed so everything would be close at hand tomorrow. Closing her blinds and lighting candles in her bedroom, carefully positioning them for best effect. She hummed as she prepared a light meal of steamed chicken and salad and sipped on a glass of Cloudy Bay Chardonnay.

All traces of the despair she had felt for days now completely gone, to be replaced by excitement.

That night as she lay on her bed, her 3 sleepless nights catching up with her rapidly, eyes closing of their own volition, random thoughts flew through her mind. She finally slept, a small smile on her lips, as if she had a secret.

Wednesday dawned bright and cloudless. Amy bounced out of bed and after a glass of Daily Juice orange juice, slipped on her headphones and jogged down her long drive and out onto the footpath running down the steep hill to Balmoral Beach, one of Sydney Harbours many hidden jewels. She felt like she had wings on her heels as her long legs ate up the miles along the foreshore. Finally, 8 kilometres later, she walked slowly back up the hill, stretching her calves as she did. She glanced at her watch. 9:30 a.m. So much time to kill. It was going to be a long day.

Amy was sitting on her couch, designer reading glasses perched on the end of her nose as she lost herself in the latest James Patterson novel when she heard the sound of tires on gravel. This was followed by the sound of two car doors closing and the excited voice of a little girl saying something about her uniform. Amy placed her book face down on the coffee table and took a deep breath. She felt like she might pass out. Her hands started to shake. She could feel sweat breaking out on her forehead, her stomach in knots. But this time the sensation wasn't caused by fear, but by the deepest desire she had ever felt in her life.

She stood up and walked across her living room, smoothing her maroon skirt around her hips and thighs as she did. She stopped at the mirror just at the top of the stairs leading to the back door. She smiled at herself, trying to calm her nerves. She was wearing a soft cotton grey long sleeved t-shirt, the sleeves discreetly covering her body art. Her shirt was tucked into the waist of the narrow skirt. She looked long and lean. Her firm breasts pushing against the thin t-shirt material. Her nipples were visible. She was so excited. She took another breath and smoothed her shirt down one last time then walked down the 5 steps to the back door. 5 steps to heaven she thought to herself.

As she opened the door she saw a clearly upset Gerri , her arms folded across her chest, her lips pouting as she pulled at the hem of her little gray and blue checked school dress. Amy's breath almost stopped as she turned around at the sound of the opening door and her little pout was replaced by a huge smile and a delighted scream of" Miss Amy" as she ran over to the door, then spun and ran straight back to Marge Gallery, who was getting two bags out of the car. One was the little music satchel that Gerri always brought with her, the other a clear plastic bag with what looked like clothes in it. Marge Gallery smiled. "Hi Amy" she said, as she handed the satchel to Gerri, smiling at the little girl and tenderly stroking her little face with her hand as she took her music. " Gerri had a bit of an accident at school and .... " Gerri spun on her heel, her eyes flaring at Amy. " It wasn't an accident Miss Amy" she spun back towards the middle aged lady behind the car, " It wasn't Mrs gallery" she said, "It was an " on purpose."

Marge looked at Amy and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes rolling extravagantly in her head as she fought back a smile. Looking seriously at Gerri she said" Of course it was honey, I'm sorry." Then looking at Amy she smiled, wider this time, giving her a quick look that said " Kids !!!"

Amy squatted down so she was eye level with Gerri. "What happened Gerri ?" she asked, noticing the blue stains down the front of the girl's tunic, and on her little hands. Gerri looked at her, her mouth turned into the cutest little pout Amy had ever seen. " Sally was mean to me" she said, tears welling up in her eyes. " We were doing art and she squirted ink all over me, then she laughed at me. She said it was an accident but she did it on purpose."

Sensing the child was about to burst into tears she reached out and took her free hand. "It's ok honey, we will get you cleaned up and put some clean clothes on you and then you will be fine, Ok?"

Marge walked over and handed the clear plastic shopping bag to Amy. "She had sport this morning so here are her shorts and t-shirt, she can wear those until Jim picks her up." Amy took the bag and opened it. A tiny pair of Gray shorts and a little blue t-shirt were inside, both slightly grass stained. " What did you do for sport today?" She asked the little girl.

Gerri immediately brightened up. " We played soccer "she said," and I was the goalie, my teacher says I'm a good goalie" she added proudly.

Amy stood up and , still holding her little hand, so tiny in hers, looked at Marge " Thank you for dropping her off today Marge" she said. Then looking down at Gerri she asked " Ok kiddo, are you ready to sing ?" Gerri pouted again "But my clothes , and my hands are all dirty" she lamented .

"Ok, ok," said Amy quickly. Let's get you changed and THEN we can start, OK? " Gerri's frown turned into a bright smile as she began dragging Amy towards the back door. "Ok" she cried out , laughing.

Amy took her music satchel and clothes bag as watched the little girl walk up the stairs. Even with her long school dress on , Amy could see flashes of the bottom of her little thighs as she stomped up the stairs. Amy paused and held up the plastic shopping bag of gym clothes to her face, inhaling deeply. She could smell Gerri on the clothes. A sweet, soft odour coupled with a slight hint of child's sweat." She felt a shiver run through her. Gerri spun around on the top step and caught her cold. She gave Amy a quizzical look. Amy reacted quickly. " These gym clothes smell all sweaty honey, why don't we get them into the washing machine while we practise. And come to think of it, that dress can go as well, we need to get some bi-carb on that stain before it sets and we need to clean your hands. I think you could use a quick bath before we start, what do you think?" she asked as she walked up the stairs , standing over Gerri and looking down at her.

Gerri stood there as if deep in thought. " But what will I wear while we wash my clothes", she asked.

Amy had an idea, she just didn't t think she would be able to put it into play so soon. "I'll tell you what" she said. "Why don't we BOTH dress up in some pretty stage clothes for today's lesson, and at the end we can sing together and I will use my video camera so we can see ourselves on TV while we do, we can play rock stars, what do you think."

Gerri looked like she might explode with excitement. Nodding her head furiously she dropped her music satchel where she stood and began unbuttoning the 3 buttons on the front of her blouse. Amy signalled for the little girl to follow her as she walked down the hall to her small laundry room. Turning to see what Gerri was doing she was rewarded with the sight of the little girl trying to wrestle her long school dress over her head. She was tangled in it and struggling comically. Amy bit her bottom lip as she looked at the girl's bare legs, little shoes and socks still on. Her gorgeous white panties with little pictures of Elmo on them, and her smooth curved little belly as it disappeared under the tangle of dress and arms.

She walked over and grabbed the dress. "Arms up" she ordered laughingly. Immediately Gerri's little arms shot straight up over her head, and in one smooth tug Amy peeled the dress off the little girl, leaving her standing there in nothing but her shoes and socks, panties and a singlet. Trying not to stare obviously, though Gerri showed no signs of being even the slightest bit self conscious, she poured cold water into the laundry sink and began to scrub bi-carb into the stain, turning the water blue. After a minute she took the dress out and threw it along with the soiled gym clothes into her top loader, adding a liberal does of washing liquid and Napisan to get the rest of the stain out, before switching the machine on .

She knelt down on one knee in front of Gerri and placed her hands gently on the little girl's hips. "

Ok " she asked. "Bath or shower?" Gerri , now at eye level with Amy, looked straight at her. "Shower "

said the little girl brightly, immediately turning and walking into the white tiled bathroom opposite the laundry. "Damn" though t Amy" I was really hoping she would say bath so I could sit on the edge and talk to her, maybe even wash her back, or her , the thought of which sent a delicious tremor through her loins.

"Ok then, shower it is " she said. Gerri sat on the edge of the bath tub as she unbuckled her black school shoes and and took the cute little bunny socks off her feet. Amy opened the shower stall and turned both taps on. The cold tap more than the hot.

Turning she saw Gerri had removed her shoes. Her feet were so cute, she thought. She wanted to lick them, suck her little toes, but knowing that that would likely be too much tickling for the little angel to handle just yet. Gerri stood on the bathroom floor. "Arms up" Amy said again, this time slowly slipping the little singlet off the small child, revealing her little upper body. Amy fought the desire to press the singlet to her face, to drink in her scent. Then kneeling down she placed her hands on the little girls hips and looking straight into Gerri's sparkling eyes, slowly slipped her tiny panties down her over her bottom and down her thighs.

It wasn't until her panties reached her little ankles and Gerri placed her hand on Amy's arm to balance herself that Amy dared to look down. She gasped. Her little 8 year old goddess, her deepest desire, was naked before her. She took in the slight curve of her hip, the soft skin of her groin, her tiny sex, heart shaped and perfect, hidden between her tiny thighs as the little girl struggled to step out of her little panties. Once again, Amy had to struggle against her desire to hold the little panties up to her mouth and nose, to smell her sex, to taste her sweat.

She was incredibly beautiful. Perfect in every way. So small. So sweetly innocent. So trusting. Amy thought her beating heart must surely burst, or stop. She was breathing deeply, staring, her mind swimming, her hands began to tremble again. " You have a pretty smile Miss Amy" said Gerri sweetly. Amy didn't even realise she was smiling, but she was, grinning uncontrollably , like an idiot, staring straight at Gerri's tiny vulva as she fought to tear her eyes away.

Amy calmed herself and patted Gerri lightly on her firm, naked little bottom. "In you get " she ordered., holding the shower stall door open.

Gerri , her little legs dancing, hopped into the shower stall, and put her hand under the running water. " It's a bit cold" she frowned, looking up at Amy, whose eyes were transfixed on the girls beautiful little bottom. Amy put her hand under the falling stream, it was cold, she knew it was, she was making this up as she went along. "Hmmm you're right " she said " let's fix that"

Still on one knee, maintaining her eye level with Amy, she reached her arm up over Gerri's shoulder, her chest brushing against Gerri's naked skin, her nipples grew harder. Grasping for the hot water faucet she opened it a little, feeling the temperature rise to an acceptable level. " You have ink on your hands now" Gerri said , looking at Amy's fingers a she manipulated the taps. "I know "said Amy, "I need a shower too I think" she said smiling at Gerri, looking for any trace of fear or discomfort in her beautiful eyes.

Suddenly Amy turned the cold tap on hard, causing the water to splash hard off Gerri's body and spray all over her. She shrieked aloud, adding to her charade. Gerri burst into paroxysms of laughter as Amy reset the taps , feeling the water warm up again. Her hair was wet, her shirt was soaked and her hands were in fact, quite ink stained. "Gerri stood naked under the shower, the water running in rivulets over her silky skin, all angling down her body to that point between her incredibly smooth little thighs.

"Well I am already soaked" laughed Amy, " I might as well just join you in here and get myself clean as well" she said, not really asking a question, more of a statement of intent. Gerri smiled. "Ok " she said brightly. Amy couldn't believe how she just accepted the fact that Amy was going to shower with her. So naive. So pure. Amy stood and slipped her shirt over her head, once again revealing the tattoos covering her body. She slipped her skirt down quickly and kicked out of it, sending it sailing across the room to land on the closed toilet seat causing Gerri the put her hand over her mouth and laugh.

She pulled her bra straps down and pulled the catch around to the front, unclipping it with one hand as she did, allowing her breasts, full and firm, a little large for her slight frame, her nipples now swollen and pink, to fall free. She felt Gerri's eyes on her. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and slipped them down over her thighs, Gerri's eyes went straight between her legs. She looked down at herself and then looked back at Amy.

"We're the same" she said softly, her little fingers pointing straight at Amy's vagina. Amy slipped into the shower stall and knelt, this time on both knees, allowing the water to fall over her head, down her face. "What do you mean sweetie?" she asked softly, water running over her face causing her to lick her lips sensuously. "What do you mean "we are the same" she asked.

Once again Gerri pointed at Amy's vagina. " Mummy has hair on hers" she said , as if she was looking at something that shouldn't be there. Amy laughed. " Oh honey, of course she does. And if I didn't shave it off, and get waxed, I would too. Some women like to have hair there, some have a little bit, some have a lot, but some, like me, like to be just like you, and keep our selves very smooth. I think its nicer that way. But hair is perfectly Ok too sweetie." She said, her hand reaching out and stroking the little girls face.

Gerri nodded seriously, as if she had just been told something amazing. " I like yours better" she said very softly. Amy smiled widely. "Thank you gorgeous" she said , leaning forward she whispered in the little girls ear, the water falling between their faces. "Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered. Gerri nodded , once again serious. Amy swallowed , a lump forming in her throat. " I really like yours too sweetie" she whispered softly, her lips caressing the little girls wet ear, her tongue flicking out and briefly touching her exquisite cuteness. Gerri shivered. Smiled. Her shoulders narrowed as she tucked in on herself, giggling as the feel of Amy's tongue on her ear sent a little shiver up her legs and along her back.

Amy reached for the squeeze bottle of shower soap. "Ok missy" she said" hands out!"

Gerri immediately put her hands out in front of her while Amy squeezed a liberal amount of soap into her little hands. "You do the front and I will do your back" she said. Gerri did an excited little dance as she quickly splashed the soap all over her chest and stomach and began to rub it on, then spun around, presenting her little back to Amy.

Amy looked down at her little bottom, perfectly shaped, so smooth , so firm, so very cute and small. She squeezed soap on her hands and starting at the little girl's shoulders , began to work her way down Gerri's little body. The soap foamed on the little girls shining wet skin as she thrilled to the feel of the little girls naked body in her hands.

The warm water fell on Amy's chest, teasing her nipples. She slid her slippery hands down , under that gorgeous little bottom and down her legs. Wrapping both her hands around the little girls knee she first slid her hands down to her ankle, soaping up her lower leg, then slowly sliding her hands up over her right knee, and continued up her silky smooth little thighs, squeezing firmly as she did. Amy marvelled at the smoothness of Gerri's beautiful legs. Her hands continued to ever so slowly creep up the gorgeous little girl's inner thigh, Gerri shifted, opening her legs slightly to accommodate Amy's adult hands.

Amy noticed that Gerri was no longer washing herself, but instead was just standing under the shower, her hands crossed in front of her little stomach. Amy felt her thumb come into contact with the little girl's tiny vagina.

Gerri let out a harsh breath, as if she was having a dream, talking in her sleep. She pulled back, she didn't want to scare her. She felt so daring. So alive. She quickly moved her hands to Gerri's left leg, repeating the same action. Washing her from the knee down and then achingly slowly she slid her hands upwards.

This time Gerri opened her legs a little more. As Gerri, feeling more daring now, felt her hands nearing Gerri's little vulva she began to massage her fingers into Gerri's creamy white little thigh.

She breathed out again, and leaning forward placed both her hands against the glass wall of the shower stall as if to keep her balance, leaning forward from her hips a little, her bottom now pushed out towards Amy, who was transfixed by the sight of Gerri's little buttocks separating, letting her look down into that wonderful crevice, all the way down to her the tiny pink freckle that was her tiny little arsehole. She massaged Gerri's thigh, the soap foaming under her hands, her thumb pressing more firmly now against the little girl's outer lips.

Amy was in heaven, she daren't go much further. She was amazed she had gone this far. Amazed that within minutes of Gerri arriving she had her naked in her shower, touching her tiny pussy, feeling Gerri's little body tremble as she soaped her little body. Looking down she ran her hand up from between Gerri's little legs and slid her hand like a knife blade in between the little globes of Gerri's arse. As she lightly stroked the little girl's bottom she could hear Gerri let out a little moan, a little rasping noise escaping from her tiny pursed lips.

She slid both hands firmly up Gerri's back then wrapped her arms around the wet child, pulling her back towards her, embracing her, holding her with her little back against her belly as she knelt behind the child.

She ran her hands down across Gerri's smooth flat little chest, across her stomach and then further down across her hips, each hand sliding down the front of Gerri's thighs, before beginning to slide up and down her legs, up over her little stomach and back down again, the flat palm of her hands pressing on the little girls naked, hairless little mound as they passed over it. Amy's breathing was coming faster now, as did Gerri's as Amy's hands began to move faster over the little girl's body.

Amy, using her mouth, searched through the tangle of Gerri's wet hair, searching for her little earlobe which she sucked into her mouth and nibbled on, before kissing the little girls throat, her mouth wide open, her tongue licking the water off the little girls tender throat.

Gerri's head rocked back as Amy kissed her neck, nibbled her ears, the older woman's hands making electricity shoot through her tiny body. Amy dared not touché herself, she knew she would cum instantly if she did, Oh god, she couldn't stop, never wanted to stop. Her kisses ran along Gerri's neck, to her little ear, then onto the 8 year olds little cheek.

As she kissed Gerri's cheek softly, Gerri turned her head, her eyes half closed, her little mouth open, she looked like she was lost, in another world. Her face kept turning, Amy kept kissing her little face before finally Gerri turning head brought her little mouth into contact with Amy's. Their lips locked. No tentative exploration this time. The little girl's lips hungrily searched for Amy's. Amy slid her tongue just inside the little girls mouth to be greeted by Gerri's pointy little tongue lapping furiously at hers, pushing it was into her mouth. Little moans started escaping from her lips and Amy let out a long, quiet groan of pleasure.

Gerri turned in Amy's arms, their chests now locked together as the water cascaded over both their heads, their mouths searching for each other in desperation. Amy ran her hand down between the little girl's legs and gently pressed against the top of the tiny cleft she felt there. Gerri's hips pulled away then pushed back suddenly as the feelings emanating from her tiny groin shook her to her core. She wrapped her little arms around Amy's neck, her head turned sideways as she pressed her mouth against Amy's.

Amy's fingers slipped down between Gerri's legs and cupped her tiny vagina in her hand, feeling the heat emanating from that tiny spot. She began to gently rub her fingers back and forth; soon Gerri was rocking her little hips to match Amy's motion, and then pushing harder against her hand, as if to encourage the older woman to touch her harder.

Amy didn't need any further encouragement, she searched for Gerri's little clitoris and slowly made a lazy little circle around it with her finger tip. Gerri jumped as she made contact with her sensitive little bump, a loud moan now escaping her lips as her breathing became more rapid. Both girls were hurtling towards the edge, both completely lost in the moment, Amy's fingers playing with Gerri faster, firmer.

Gerri felt like she was going to wee. She didn't want to wee on Miss Amy but she couldn't stop, it felt so good. Amy could feel the little girl's body tense , and then she started to tremble, her hips jerking violently as Amy held her tight against her breasts, "Oh, oh , oh, oh" she whimpered , sounding just like the very young little girl she was. " Oh, Oh, Oh, OH , OOOOOH " She moaned loudly her hips suddenly spasming violently, like she was being electrocuted , she pulled away from Amy's mouth, her breath coming in raspy gasps, "Ah, Ah, AH" she groaned as the amazing feeling raced through her tiny body.

Amy felt the little girl cum, amazed that she was old enough to get there, she held her tight against her. Could feel her tiny fist sized heart pounding in her little rib cage as her body trembled and shook violently, unfamiliar feelings taking her mind to places it had never been. Amy felt her tears of happiness pouring down her face to be immediately washed away by the shower falling over them.

She slowly eased her embrace on the child as she felt Gerri's' trembling body began to ease, her little body going limp in her arms, her little head falling onto Amy's shoulder, her little arms still wrapped tightly around Amy's neck.

"Oh Gerri" Amy whispered. "You are so beautiful sweetie, so very, very, special. "

Gerri squeezed her arms around Amy even tighter, she murmured, "Hmmmmmmmm"

Amy pulled Gerri away from her slightly so she could see the little girl's wet face. "Are you ok sweetie?" she asked softly. Gerri nodded lazily, smiling contentedly. "That was so good. What happened to me? " She asked. " But why are you crying Miss Amy " she asked , fear suddenly in her sweet voice. Amy smiled and stroked the little girl's wet hair. " Because I am soooo happy Gerri, I am sooo happy that I am crying happy tears. You are so special, you make me so happy" she replied. " And what happened to you is what happens when you are with someone who loves you in a special way, like our special secret, and if you enjoy that, then you get those feelings. Was it nice baby?" She asked hopefully. "Oh Miss Amy" Gerri gasped , her eyes still half closed, her lips swollen from their passionate kissing. "It was wonderful"

she said dreamily. " I want it again!"

Amy laughed aloud. Pulling Gerri's little body back into her and wrapping her arms tight around the child she sighed. Her hands sought out Gerri's little bottom again as she placed tiny kisses on the little girls shoulder, her neck, taking her hands and holding them up so she could kiss the little girls palms.

Amy looked into Gerri's sparkling eyes. " Well, first we need to get you dry. And you need to do you vocal lesson. And then if we have time we might have pizza and play dress ups. Would you like that?"

Gerri jumped up and down on the spot, now completely in "8 year old " mode. Clapping her hands she yelled " PIZZA!! REALLY?? YOU PROMISE?" ..

Amy nodded smiling, then laughing at the little girls excitement. "Well Haley did say she would be excited" she thought to herself.

"Yes, darling" she said. "I promise. But lesson first. THEN pizza." And then in a softer voice she whispered, " Then dress ups."

Gerri looked so excited. Flushed with pleasure, eyes sparkling. She looked at Amy and whispered in reply , " Then dress ups".