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The How of Why
Story Codes: FF, Rom, Mast, Pedo Themes
Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross
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Note: This story is intended for adults only. The author does not necessarily condone nor promote any specific activity described
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Note: This story is composed of seven parts and told from alternating viewpoint by the two main characters, Angie and Emily. It works better than you might imagine it does and I'm largely satisfied with the final result. -rr
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The How of Why
by rache
One - Angie
I saw her in the library, that big fancy one they got in Berrymore, and I fell in love again. See, it wasn't the first time she'd caught my eye. That first time I'd been working, maybe three or four weeks previously, and I'd seen her then and my heart was going, you know? She was one of those respectable types, you could see that right away. The way she dressed, real nice like, and the way she moved...Like a cat. But a shy one, a little soft tabby cat with no claws, I figured. But I mighta been wrong about that. You decide.
I work in a library too, sorta. A bookstore, but we don't sell any Steve King, or Annie Rice, or anything fancy like that. We sell adult books, for adults, you know. Picture books and videos mostly, though most of the videos are DVD now. Got a little arcade in the back and I don't much care for that. The guys go back there, ugly dark guys, always in the shadows it seems like. I don't care for guys a whole lot, not since my rape.
Now, I'm not what you'd call well educated. I'll admit that, but I do have a mind of my own. And I suppose it may seem a little strange, me being a young woman and all, working in an adult bookstore. But money is money and if you don't have any, you find some. This little town don't have but two bars, a diner, and a gas station...and a bookstore. That's because they don't allow any bookstores like that in Berrymore. Not since they passed the ordinance. So, folks from Berrymore drive an extra 15 minutes and come here.
Anyway, after I was raped on my 14th birthday, my whole life went to shit. I dropped out of school and got real depressed. I thought about getting an abortion, but that'd be a sin, my Daddy figured. But he didn't do nothing but stop me though. I had the baby, named her Jenny, and *boom* he kicked us both out of his house. Said I could get welfare and babyfood for free now, so I didn't need to be eating his supper no more. He wasn't my real Daddy anyway and after my momma left him, he just liked seeing me suffer, I think.
So, I found my own place, a little trailer, and the state paid for most of that. Gave me food stamps and babyfood, just like Daddy predicted. And my little girl kept growing, you know. They do that. I tried to get rid of her a couple times, but the welfare lady said I'd lose all my money. So, I kept Jenny around and looked for a job.
I was seeing a shrink too, since I'd been raped and all. It didn't cost me nothin when he came around. A head shrinker that makes house calls, that's pretty cool. We'd talk and stuff and he'd check my baby, you know. I cried a lot in those days, especially when we talked about what happened that night. The doc suggested I should confront my fears. Sort of fight 'em off in some way. I thought about that and it took awhile, but about the time I turned 24 I figured ten years was a long time to cry over a thing. So, I saw the job and I took it. The therapy ain't bad and I keep a shotgun under the counter, just in case Jenny's daddy shows up. I ain't seen him since the night he raped me though, but I ain't never gonna forget his face. I see it every night sleepin' in my house. He's all in my little girl.
So, I'm not exactly typical, you might say. That rape changed a lot of things about me. I turned lesbian, that's for sure. I mean, maybe I was leaning that way before, but I don't think so. Afterwards though, after my baby was born and I was lonely and wanted some company, I couldn't stand thinkin' about a man touching me. No way. But I needed it. Goddamn, I just needed someone to touch me a little bit. And I met this girl, Donna, and she didn't mind touching me none. After her come a few other ones, mostly girls just passing through, really. Stopping in Berrymore for a quick job, enough for a bus ticket someplace else. They didn't want no attachments, just someone to touch. Like me.
I ain't bad lookin' neither. Some folks hear me say I been raped, and livin in a trailer, and got a little girl, and work in a porn shop, and they just figure I must be some white trash whore. Too much makeup, dirty hair, wrinkles, fat, but that ain't none of me. I guess I dress a little mannish. I like my boots and my jeans and my corduroy shirt, but I like my frilly underwear too. My hair's blonde, but I wash it everyday, and brush it, and it's nice. I got a pretty face, pretty enough so a lot of people look at me twice and smile. I have reasonable boobs. I mean I did have a kid, but I was just 14 so most everything went right back the way it was before. They don't sag none and I don't have no roll of dough around my middle. My ass looks good in jeans, tight jeans, and there ain't no sag there neither.
So don't go thinking I'm some kind of trailer park slut just cause I can't spell too good, or use those big words. Hell, you're reading this, ain't ya?
Okay then. I have a bit of a temper sometimes.
So, I was working. Sitting behind my counter and watching some TV, trying to ignore the guys looking at me. You want to know something funny? If I was a waitress, and I've been one so I know, I'd have my butt pinched 16 times a day. I'd have assholes asking for my phone number. Some guys would even flash their dicks under the table, askin' me if I wanted to earn a real good tip. It all happened before...But workin' in that bookstore? Surrounded by sex everywhere. And I mean magazines with glossy pictures showing everything! Those same guys will slink around me like I was a minister in a pulpit or something. Motherfucking Theresa, just waiting to pass judgement. Some of 'em won't buy a damn thing, once they figure out they gotta talk to me to do it. Well, there's a few, you know, the show-offs who think I'm in there for more than $6.35 an hour, but they are very, very few and I got my shotgun for them too.
But there's damn few women who come around. It just don't happen much and when it does, they're mostly drunk and stumbling around giggling with their boyfriends. Never alone. Except that one day, three or four weeks back, when she came in. All by her lonesome and I fell in love.
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Two - Emily
I was frightened the whole time, from the minute I left work and locked the library doors, until I was back at home, safe in bed with my new treasure. Berrymore is a large town, but it isn't a city. Just a town and the people who live here are rather conservative. As the City Librarian I have a certain respectability to maintain, one that goes beyond taking books like “Catcher In The Rye” out of circulation to protect our children.
Our children. I say that like it's true, but it isn't. I don't have a child of my own, although I suppose I could if I really wanted to. I'm a woman, 23 and single, with a nice body, pretty face, and friendly disposition. Men are interested in me and all through college I had to turn down quite a few dates. So, sure, I could have a child, but there's problems with that.
First off, I'm a lesbian. In the closet, to be sure, but totally and irrevocably gay. Another thing is that a respectable woman in this part of the country does not have a baby by herself. I'm reasonably sure I'd lose my job rather quickly when people found out. And finally, most importantly perhaps, is the simple fact that I cannot trust myself with a child. With a female child particularly. I've known this since...Ohhh, since I hit puberty at 13, I think. I have a serious and almost overwhelming attraction for young girls. From preteens 8 or 9 years old, up through their early teens. Women attract me, obviously, but in a different way and not as much as a 13 year old does, that's for certain.
It is a lust that I feel. I won't pretend it's anything else, that would be an insult. I don't love them, I don't even particularly care about them as people. I just want their bodies, to touch and kiss...to pinch and slap. I'm a sadist as well, you may as well know, since I am bent on being truthful. The idea of making love with a young girl, to me, includes some things outside the normal realm of sexual relations. Even for lesbians.
With women of my own age, this is less a factor for some unknown reason. I can, and I've had, loving, sensual, and altogether satisfactory relations with women. But a girl, a female child...There is a switch deep within me that gets turned on. A dark and malevolent switch that I can't deny or ignore. That's why I don't have a child. Why I don't spend time alone with one if I can help it. I'm not sure where I'd stop if I had complete and total access to a girl like that.
So, I have to find other outlets, and in a town like Berrymore, that means taking a short drive. I hadn't been to the Adult Bookstore before, but I'd heard about it. A den of evil and mischief, that was the most common opinion. But maybe there was something there, something useful to a woman like me, with evil mischief in her heart, because that was certainly how I thought of myself. It took me a long time to work up the nerve. What if someone saw me going in, or coming out? I'd be ostracized by the community, run out of town on a rail before sundown. Yes indeed, it took a few months before my lust had grown large enough to outweigh my fear, but it finally did.
I parked in the back, where it was darker, and wrapped my big old jacket around me, collar up. I had sunglasses too, for all the good that would do. It was night and I'd probably walk into a wall, so I took them off. I watched the back door for a long time, half an hour at least, and saw no one come or go. Maybe they were closed, I'd thought, but no. This bookstore was always open at night, just as sure as the bars were. I didn't even know if they'd have what I was looking for, I argued with myself. But there was only one way to find out.
Inside it was brighter than I expected, but at least there were no customers. Just a guy behind the counter, watching TV. He had long blonde hair covering his face, and I couldn't really see what he looked like, but I didn't really want to either. I wanted to look quickly and carefully, finding what interested me, buying it, and making my getaway before anyone who might recognize me could come in. I was all alone and this was my chance.
I walked the long aisles, scanning the magazines first. They were sorted by category, I realized, and it didn't take long to find the large collection of lesbian material they had. I looked at the titles, shocked at some of them, the rudeness of it, the crudity, thinking that they couldn't be serious. But mostly I looked at the pictures, the covers. I wanted youth. The younger the better. Models over 18 made up to look much younger than they were, that was my interest. Surprisingly there was more of that than I thought there'd be.
I had a hard time deciding, actually, but settled on three and only three, because they were expensive, ridiculously so. I had one called "Susy's First Dildo" featuring teen, golden haired Susy with an older girl, her sister apparently. Another was "Maggie Likes 'em Young" in which an older woman was surrounded by three very young looking girls. And finally, "Asian Sluts in Chains" which had the youngest looking girl I'd seen on any of the covers. I swear she didn't look older than 13 or 14, chained and ready for some kind of oriental BDSM ritual. That one was all solo shots of the models, but the others promised hardcore XXX girl action. I'd have to take their word for it as the magazines were all wrapped in plastic.
I looked at my watch, deciding to spend five more minutes looking, and I headed to the DVD section. I was so nervous by then that my mouth was dry and my heart was pounding. The movies were more interesting, and thus more expensive, and I found several that I wanted. But I decided to just get one and I picked something called "Pink Velvet - The Innocence of Lesbian Love" and while the girls didn't look all that young, they were exceedingly beautiful, very European, and very far removed from my little town.
I took my magazines and video to the counter and that was when I received a real shock. The guy behind the counter wasn't a guy at all! She was a woman, about the same age as me, and quite attractive despite the clothes she wore. She looked like, I don't know, a lumberjack or something. A construction worker, except she couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She looked at me too and for a second there was a connection, but I was already nervous, and perhaps she hadn't expected it either. So, neither of us did anything to pursue it, although later on the drive home, and especially in my bed watching the video, I wished I had.
She rang-up my purchase and I paid cash. She put them in a dark plastic bag and I gave her a little smile before practically running out of the place. It was over just that quick. Now I just had to get home without crashing into something. Oh, the thoughts that go through a girl's head! What if I got in an accident and the sheriff found me, dazed and confused and sitting with 75 dollars worth of lesbian porn? Wouldn't that be funny? No...I drove extra carefully, as if I had more to lose now than I'd had before.
And later, finding the magazines interesting, but not quite enough to feed my dark urges, I put the video in. I watched it with the sound turned way down and rubbed my clit while young beautiful girls, 18 or 19 maybe, kissed and hugged and made love. And I thought about that woman in the bookstore, dressed like a man and yet so...pretty. So feminine underneath that poor camouflage. What was she doing working in a place like that, and why was she in my half-lidded dreams now, about to make me cum all over my fingers?
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Three - Angie
Maybe some folks are just fated. You ever think that? I knew me and that librarian were fated the second I walked into the library and seen her. I wasn't looking for her, not by a long shot, but there she was. Waiting for me.
I'm not sure she recognized me at first. I was going to see the welfare people, turn in my pay stubs and such. But they close for lunch and the only places open that didn't cost money was the church and the library. I didn't figure God would mind if I went in the library and read a magazine. The preacher wouldn't mind neither and I knew that for a fact. He'd come into the bookstore four times, as I recall it. Three times alone to buy somethin' special, and once with his little flock of sheep to protest somethin' else. Sex, I guess. I didn't mind it anyways and he appreciated my discretion to the tune of twenty dollars cash money, under the counter, so to speak.
Anyhow, I wasn't wearing working clothes. I'd dressed nice, the way I do when I come into Berrymore proper. I had a yellow sundress that I liked a lot. I hardly ever got to wear it though, so when I had a chance that day, I did. And a little bit of makeup, just lipstick really. I'm not much of one for cosmetics. They cost too damn much for the use I get out of 'em. And some high heels, real ones too, not the ones that break as soon as you walk out the door. I got these at Payless and they were nice and black and pushed my butt out the way I liked.
Like I said before, I'm not real book smart, but I got some sense. It ain't really common sense, you know, otherwise everybody'd have it. That guy who wrote Tom Sawyer said that, I think, but don't quote me. Part of that sense was knowing what I needed to say to the woman in the library. I'd let her get away before, mostly because she surprised me. But not this time.
"Hi," I smiled at her, because I knew she didn't recognize me at first. She had a little name tag that said 'Emily' and below that 'City Librarian' which I took to mean she was the only one. It weren't a big library anyways.
"Hello," she said before she even looked up. "Can I help you?" And then she did and I looked into her wild green eyes.
There was a pause then. One of those dramatic kind, when everything in the world gets real quiet like. Her eyes got big and wide and then she looked down, turning red all over. It was a sight to see.
"I'm Angie," I was still smiling and I wished she'd look up again, but she kept lookin' down. I figured she was just shy, like I was sayin' before, but I knew we had something between us. I'd felt it at the bookstore and I'd prepared a little something for this meeting without even knowing it was coming.
Now, I don't think I'm psychic at all, but I could be. Who knows, huh? But somethin' somewhere, in my head I guess, had told me to do what I'd done. That's the only thing I can say about it. I didn't know that I'd see her again, or where I’d be if’n I did, but I had a hunch and anyway, the county just ain't all that big.
I reached into my purse and opened my wallet, carefully pulling out a photograph. It was a recent one, just a couple weeks old. I'd used the Polaroid just for this woman, this here Emily the City Librarian. I wrote my phone number on the back, using the pen on her desk there, and I could tell she was watchin' me too, staring at my fingers painted red and not even a hint of a wedding ring. But she didn't look up. I pushed that picture, face down towards her on the desk, tapping it a couple times, and I shrugged a little.
"You be careful with that," was all I said, whisperin' it cause I didn't want to embarrass her. Folks already knew I was the girl who worked the porn place, so me just talkin' to the woman was gonna get around. Anything else was askin' for trouble.
I was trusting the woman, that was a fact. I don't trust a whole lotta people neither. There’s my shrink, the welfare lady and...Stan, the fella that owns the bookstore, I guess, and that was about it. But I was depending on that woman, a total stranger, to keep the biggest secret I had so far...Although, I weren't exactly sure what that secret was at the time.
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Four - Emily
That the woman from the adult bookstore was in my library came as a lightning bolt out of the blue. I didn't even realize it was her at first, she was dressed so differently. The dress she wore was thin, too thin probably, and I could see the dark hardness of her nipples just in front of me. I doubted she was even aware of it. And her legs, they were wonderful and long. Why did she ever hide them, I wondered?
I wanted to say something, anything. But I was afraid of her for some reason. She knew my secret, she'd seen what I'd bought. Surely she had an opinion on that! I was sure she was gay, or at least bi-sexual, but I didn't know what she was up to. Was she hitting on me? Did she want to blackmail me? And what would I say to her? That I'd masturbated thinking about her? That I'd felt some strange connection when I'd caught her soft blue eyes in that store...And now, standing in front of me...How could I tell her that I wanted to see her, without telling the entire town?
And then the photo. So it was blackmail, I thought. She had a picture of me in her bookstore, probably from a surveillance camera or something. She wasn't hitting on me. She didn't feel any connection. She was some cheap whore that peddled porn and now she saw the chance to make a quick dollar. It made me a little angry, sure, but more than that I was disappointed. I stared at her back as she walked away. I watched her ass move seductively as she strutted out of the library on those fuck-me pumps she wore. I hated her right then.
The picture. I very nearly ripped it into a hundred pieces, but what would be the use? She'd have another, and another, and a dozen more after that. Where would it end? With me broke and out of a job, probably. I sighed bitterly, cursing my weakness and my reasons for going to that bookstore in the first place. It wasn't fair. I was afraid I was going to cry, so I grabbed the picture, stuffing it unseen into a book, and walked back into the little room I used to repair broken bindings and torn covers. I sat on the stool at the bindery bench, holding the picture and finally, as if punishing myself, looked at it.
I stared at it, licking my lips and then suddenly sitting up. I closed the door, moving a couple heavy boxes against it, since it had no lock. The photograph. I sat back down, holding it carefully and staring. It was of a girl, maybe 11 or 12 years old, I couldn't be sure. Definitely just about ready to enter puberty, but not quite there yet. She was naked, laying on a bed, an adult’s bed I thought, for no real reason. Her breasts were just small bumps on a her chest, with little dark nipples sticking out. Her legs were spread, exposing a sweet hairless pussy. No details were visible, just her plump little slit, but it was lovely like that. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, long blonde hair, straight like her...Mother's?
I gasped as the realization struck me. Was this girl the woman's daughter? This Angie who worked in an adult bookstore? Could she have a daughter this old? This beautiful? I couldn't help myself and I soon had my skirt up around my hips and my panties down around my knees. I fingered myself to several quick orgasms while I looked at the girl, wondering and wishing. She was the one, this girl, the one I wanted, and her mother, the woman...I wanted her as well. Both of them together, my heart was screaming, and I shoved two fingers into my steaming cunt hard, twisting them as another great cum swept over me.
The girl had to be her daughter, I thought. Or little sister? Maybe. Why else would Angie give me this picture? It certainly wasn’t one of herself, even an old one. There were subtle differences between Angie and this girl, her nose, the shape of her chin. But the eyes, and the hair...Even the smile, especially that...Those were all gifts from Angie, they had to be. And she was offering this girl to me, this gorgeous preteen. The mother, giving me the daughter, a child I'd always dreamt of and never thought I could have. Was I asking too much? My mind was in a whirl, trying to understand it all.
I closed the library at 5pm sharp and almost breathlessly walked the three and half blocks to my small house. I clutched my purse, and the photo it contained, closely to my breast, as if someone might snatch my dreams away. Once inside I picked up the phone, punching the buttons slowly, carefully, and completely uncertain as to what I might say when Angie answered.
"Hello?" the voice was soft and sweet and young. It was the child's, I realized immediately, the girl in the picture and I stared at it as I listened to her sweet voice.
"Helloooo?" she repeated, sort of sing-song this time.
"Hi," I willed myself to calm down. "Is your mother home?"
"Nope. Who's this?" The girl was crunching something in her mouth, like potato chips, I imagined.
"This is a friend of hers, Emily, from the library," I smiled, even though she couldn't see it, obviously.
"Oh. I remember you," she said and I was taken off guard a little.
"Really? How's that?"
"From my school last year. We went there and you helped me get a book. Charlotte's Web, remember?"
I didn't remember that specifically, but I help a lot of girl's find books too. "Oh, sure. By E.B.White. How did you like it?"
"It was good, but kinda long," she admitted and I stared at her naked body, so beautiful in her picture.
I laughed softly, "What's your name, dear. I'm afraid I forget things sometimes."
"That's okay. My mom forgets lots of stuff when we go to the grocery store," she was giggling too. "I'm Jenny."
"Oh, right. With blonde hair, real long and pretty! I remember you."
"Yeah," she agreed happily. "You told me that before too. You liked my hair."
"It is very beautiful. You're a beautiful young woman, Jenny," I swallowed as I felt my pussy growing damp, my clit starting to burn. "How uh, how old are you now? You must be 13 already."
She laughed at that, "Nah, I'm just 12, but my birthday's next summer. Mom says I can get a new bike if I'm good."
"Oh, that'll be nice."
"My old one's broke."
"You know, Jenny, I have a bike here, it's almost brand new, but if you wanted to use it until your birthday, you can." I didn't have a bike, but I'd buy one if this girl wanted me to. I'd do anything for her.
"Really? Wow! Cool!" she was almost gushing over the phone and so was I, but in a different way, down between my legs. "I'd have to ask my mom though."
"Oh sure," I nodded to myself. "I'll ask her if it's okay when I talk to her, how about that?"
"Okay, yeah," she was smiling, I just knew it.
"What are you doing right now, Jenny? I mean before you started talking to me?"
"Nothing," she sighed. "Just watching some TV. It's pretty boring here mostly."
"Oh, I know," I agreed, my voice full of sympathy. "It's boring here too. I don't even have anyone to talk to here."
"Me neither," she told me. "Mom's working so I have to stay inside by myself."
"Oh, she leaves you there alone when she goes to work?" I was a little surprised at that.
"Yeah, mostly. But I don't mind too much, I'm pretty grown up now," she sounded so proud that I had to smile. "When I was little I cried a lot, but that just made mom mad."
"Yeah, it's hard being little," I told her. "Hard being a mom too though. Hey, you know I'm here alone every night, so anytime you get lonely you can just call me, if you want to."
"Oh yeah, okay," she giggled a little. "But I don't know your phone number!"
"Here, do you have a pencil?" I waited until she said she did. "Okay it's 289-6126 and you can give that phone number to your mom too, okay? I really want to talk with her sometime."
"Why?" Jenny asked and that stumped me for a second.
"Well, because we met in the library today and I liked her a lot," I wasn't exactly sure what to say, really.
"Oh," the girl almost made it sound like she was disappointed.
"What is it, Jenny?"
"I thought maybe you wanted to talk to her about me," she said and I blinked hard.
"Uh, why would you think that, dear?" Was she a mind reader?
"Because mom took my picture before and said it was for a friend of hers," the girl said.
I forgot to breathe for a long 15 seconds and Jenny apparently thought I was waiting for something more.
"It was a funny picture though, cause I didn't have no clothes on," she giggled and I felt a wave of intense heat flooding through me.
"S-She did?" I stammered slowly. "And you...Didn't mind?"
"Nah, it was funny. Mom always does weird stuff," the girl informed me. "She said it's a secret though, like the other stuff," I could almost hear her frowning as Jenny suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I um, I wasn't sposed to talk about that."
"It's okay, your mom did give it to me, Jenny. So you can tell me anything, okay?" I could barely get the words out for fear that she'd hang-up on me.
"Mom gave my picture to you?" the child asked slowly, and it was hard to tell how she felt about that.
"Uh, yeah, Jenny, she did," I was feeling dizzy and my pussy was soaked. The girl was smiling in her photo, a 12 year old, spreading her legs and smiling happily, just for me. "I...I'm looking at your picture right now."
"Okay. I didn't think you'd like it," Jenny seemed to let out a little sigh of relief, one that I shared completely.
"No, uh-uh, Jen. I love it very much, thank you," I reached down, under my skirt and started rubbing my itching cunt through my panties. "What um, what other stuff did you mean?"
"Huh?"
"You said the picture was a secret, like some other stuff," I was barely breathing. "Do you want to tell me about that too?"
"Ummm...Okay, I guess so since you got my picture."
"Oh yesss, honey. I got it," I whispered.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing Jen...So what other stuff do you do that's funny?"
"Me and my mom?" she paused, thinking about it. "We sleep together mostly. That's one thing."
"Sleep together? You mean in the same bed?" My pussy was burning and I was undressing one handed.
"Yeah. I don't know why that's a secret though," the girl giggled. "I like it, but mom sleeps naked so maybe that's why."
"She does?" I laughed a little too. "Well, that's okay. I do that sometimes too."
"Yeah, me too."
"It's nice sleeping without clothes sometimes, isn't it? I bet it feels good snuggling up with your mom like that."
"Oh yeah, she's really hot mostly. And she likes to hug me."
"Well, you're both so pretty, Jenny. I'd like to hug you too." I had my panties off finally and I rubbed my clit slowly, sinking down to sit on the floor as I talked with the girl.
"Really? Hugging is nice," she agreed. "Kissing too, but it's sort of weird too."
"Kissing?" I licked my lips, imagining they were hers. "Kissing is really nice. Does your mom kiss you?"
"What? Yeah, of course," Jenny laughed like it was a stupid question, which I guess it was. "Mostly before I go to school."
"Oh, sure," I sighed, just a little. "I thought you meant at night sometimes."
"Yeah, then too. But just sometimes. She says we can't do it all the time."
"Oh? If I was your mom, I'd kiss you every night, Jenny."
"Me too!" she was giggling non-stop and I couldn't get enough of the girl. "You're pretty nice."
"Thank you, you're nice too."
"Do you know how to movie kiss?" the girl asked.
"Ummm...I don't know. What's a movie kiss?"
"Mom showed me, it's like how they kiss in the movies. The really long ones, you know?"
"Yeah, I know about that."
"It feels funny though. Makes my tongue tickle sometimes," Jenny laughed again, a sound I could never tire of, I'd decided. “And I get the itch too.”
"So you movie kiss with your mom, I see. That's neat," I paused a heartbeat. "Would you like to movie kiss with me sometime, Jenny?"
"I don't know. Mom said I wasn't sposed to do it with anybody except her."
"Oh, I understand. Maybe after I talk to your mom she'll say it's okay," I suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," Jen agreed.
"So then we could movie kiss and it would be our secret too, right?"
"A secret?"
"Well, some people have funny ideas about people kissing like that." I wasn't sure how to explain that I could probably go to jail just for having this conversation with her.
"Oh yeah, I know," she was trying to sound grown-up. "My mom told me that other people don't like it when two girls movie kiss. But she said it's okay cause she's my mom."
"Well, it's okay if the two girls are friends too," I told her. "And we're friends, right?"
"Uh-huh, yeah. I don't have very many friends."
"Do you have a best friend, Jenny?"
"Ummmm...No, not since Karen moved away. She was my best friend before."
"I see. Well, I don't have a best friend either. We could be best friends, if you want."
"Me and you?" I couldn't tell if she liked that idea or not.
"Yeah. If we were best friends we could do all kinds of stuff."
"Could we go camping? I want to go, but mom doesn't like it. She says there's too much bugs and stuff. But I went camping before with Karen and it was fun. We roasted marshmallow's and stuff."
I was chuckling at her enthusiasm and I had to agree, "Of course we can go camping. I used to go camping when I was a little girl sometimes. We can make s'mores, do you know what those are?"
"Uh-huh, marshmallows and chocolate. It's good," she was smiling, I could tell.
"And graham crackers, yeah. They are good," I was fingering myself slowly. "And after that we can sleep in our tent."
"Yeah in sleeping bags!"
"Uh-huh..." I agreed. "But it gets kind of cold, so maybe we could sleep together, like you and your mom do. Would that be okay?
"Yeah, that's what me and Karen did. But not like me and mom, cause we had pajamas on."
"I don't have any pajamas," I laughed. "So maybe I could just sleep in my underwear."
"Or naked!" Jenny laughed.
"Yeah, or naked maybe," I was getting desperate to cum, and thinking about crawling naked into a sleeping bag with the girl was driving me crazy inside. "What time does your mom come home, Jenny?"
"I don't know, pretty late. I have to go to bed at eight o'clock and she comes home after that. If I don't go to bed and she finds out, I get a spanking." She didn't sound to happy about that.
"A spanking?" I breathed softly. "Well, sometimes people need spankings."
"That's what my mom says too. But the only one who ever spanked her was my Aunt Carol."
"Who's Aunt Carol, Jenny?"
"Oh, she wasn't really my aunt, she was just mom's best friend. But I called her that mostly because she stayed here sometimes."
"I see. Did she uh, movie kiss with you?"
"No, my mom said she could, but she didn't want to. But she did it with mom a lot," Jenny didn't sound too happy with Aunt Carol. "Aunt Carol stayed in my mom's room mostly, so I had to sleep by myself."
"Ohhh...I see," I said, guessing that Jenny had gotten a little jealous. "Well, if I ever stay at your house, you can sleep with your mom and I'll sleep in your bed, okay?"
"Really?" she asked. "My bed is little though!"
"I'm not very big, Jenny and besides, I bet your bed is soft too."
"Yeah," the girl agreed. "Hey, maybe me and you could sleep together in my bed!"
"Ahhh..." I was fucking myself harder now, sliding two fingers in and out of my slippery cunt easily, looking at the girl in the photo and listening to her high soft sexy voice.
"Are you okay, Emily?" the little girl asked me, a little concerned by the short gasping sounds I was making over the phone.
"Ohh...yes, Jen..." I replied breathlessly. "I uhhh...just like talking to you soooo, mmm...so much Jen."
"I like talking to you too," she giggled.
I rubbed my clit with my wet fingers, making hard little circles around it with my fingertips, I was going to cum any second. The sound of my excitement was undeniable, I was moaning and my breath came in short, ragged gasps.
"I...wish I was...w-with you...right now..." I managed to say softly.
"Me too!" she agreed enthusiastically. "You sound funny, are you exercising?"
I wanted to tell Jenny the truth so badly right then. Tell her how I was fucking myself silly, imagining us together in her little bed. Picturing the girl beneath me, sucking my pussy while her mother watched...That was the thought, the image that pushed me over and I couldn't answer the child, all I could do was moan a long "Yessssssssssssss...Oh God, Jennnnnn! I'm cuhhh-ummmming!"
"Huh?" she was laughing, I vaguely realized. "You're gonna come to my house?"
And all I could do was sit there, unable to breathe, practically drooling on the phone I could barely hold in my trembling hand. Oh yes, Jenny, I promised myself silently, I was coming over to visit you soon, very soon.
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Five - Angie
It was slow at the bookstore, which ain't so unusual for the middle of the week. Friday and Saturday's our busy times. That didn't bother me none. Less mess to be cleanin' up later back in the arcade. I put paper towels back there, and there's little trash buckets in every booth, but men are just pigs by nature. They shoot their stuff anywhere, even on the little TV screens. I hate cleaning that shit up.
I called Jenny just before eight, like I always do, unless I forget. I raised her so I wouldn't have to be babysittin' all the time. She didn't appreciate it none in the beginning, since it took a lot of spankings and such to learn her right. But she got some brains, that kid, and that helped. I like to keep track of her though, make sure she wasn't burnin' the damn trailer down or fuckin' some guy in my bed. She mighta been just 12 years old, but I already seen the guys sniffin' around her ass like dogs and it weren't gonna be long before the little bitch went into heat.
"Hey mom!" Jenny sounded happy. Mostly she just sounded bored when I called, tonight she was happy and that always got my suspicions up.
"What'cha doin?"
Least I didn't have to worry about her lyin' to me yet. She had a good, healthy fear of that little sin. "I'm getting ready for bed. I was watchin' some TV mostly and talkin' on the phone to Emily."
"Huh?" I didn't expect that, but I wasn't overly worried none. I'd give the woman the picture for a reason. I was pretty interested in what they'd talked about, though. "You mean the lady works at the library? What'd she say?"
"She's nice. She said you gave her my picture, too," Jenny was just talkin' happily away. "She remembered me and everything, from when she got me that book before. She was looking for you, but I said you was working and so she just talked to me."
"Okay," I bet Emily remembered my girl real good when she saw the picture. "What did ya'll talk about?"
"Just stuff. She said she had a bike she could give me! Can I have it mom, please? She said it's almost new and she don't ever ride it. Please, mom?"
"We'll see," I promised. "You been good lately, so maybe. Did she ask you about that picture?"
"Kinda," Jenny didn't sound sure. "She said it was nice and she liked looking at me. She was exercising or something too."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Emily. She was breathing hard and stuff, sort of making funny noises. Like when I run a long ways sometimes? She said she was coming too, but she didn't ever get here yet. You think I should stay up and wait for her, mom?"
"She said she was cummin?" I laughed. "She meant she was feelin' good, Jen, that's all. Remember bout I told ya when girls feel good and they cum sometimes?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorta," Jenny agreed, but she hadn't really understood it yet.
"Well, that's what Emily was doing, she was feelin' good cause she was talkin' to you and that made her cum." I sighed a little cause I sensed I was confusing the child. "It's hard explainin' all over again on the phone. Maybe when you see Emily you can ask her about it, okay?"
"Okay, mom," she paused a heartbeat. "Why do they call it that?"
"What?"
"Cumming. Why do people call it that?"
I had a good chuckle and shook my head a little. "I dunno, Jen. I reckon it just sounds better’n goin' maybe. We'll talk about it later. You need to get your butt into bed. You cook anything?"
"Just some soup."
"Make sure you do your dishes good, I don't want any mess when I get home. And don't you wait up, neither. I wanna see your ass under the blankets, understand me?"
"Yeah mom, I already did it. Can I sleep in your bed?"
"Why, somethin' wrong with yours?"
"No!" she laughed.
"You got the itch?" I asked.
"Uh, sorta. When I was talkin' to Emily I was sorta itchy."
I bet she was. The itch was what we'd taken to callin' those funny feelings a girl gets when she starts getting older. That little bit of warmth between her legs, the bit of ache in her boobs, like they're tryin' to grow up all of a sudden. Sometimes it happens for no good reason at all. Other times it happens cause you see somethin' you like. And once in awhile it happens cause you're talkin' to somebody you think you just might wanna love. Jenny was gettin' the itch more and more lately, since her last birthday, and I'd scratch it for her sometimes. Sounded like she was hoping for a scratch when I got home.
"Alright then, go sleep in my bed. But don't you be hoggin the sheets or I'm gonna wake you up."
That girl giggled sweet, I bet Emily had the itch bad after talkin to Jenny. "Okay mom, I won't. I love you."
"Okay, girl. Make sure you brush your teeth, huh?"
"Yeah. Oh, wait..."
"What?"
"Emily gave me her phone number, she said to give it to you. Do you want it?"
I wrote the number down and said goodnight to my girl and sold a Hustler to some kid who couldn'ta been more than 16 or so. He looked terrified. "You go on, now," I told him. "Next time you come in though, I'm gonna card you." He nodded and run out the back clutching his magazine. I didn't really care none, a kid's gotta cum same as a grownup, I figured. Least he wasn't out rapin' his girlfriend. I always figured boys 16 or so needed porn more'n just about anybody else.
I dialed the phone around nine thirty, figuring anything much later would be rude.
"Hello?" she had a nice voice, just like in the library that morning, soft and sweet.
"Hi Emily."
"Oh. Angie? Hi," she sounded surprised I'd be callin her. "Are you, um...off work already?"
"No, I'm still workin'. I called Jenny, make sure she's gettin' to bed okay and she told me you called."
"Oh, yeah," Emily sounded a little nervous and it made me smile.
"She said you had a nice talk."
"Yeah she's, uh, Jenny's real nice," the woman agreed.
"I knew you'd like her."
"She said, um, that you took her picture just...just for me," her voice was almost a whisper. "Why...Uh, why would you do that?"
"Because I figured you'd like it," I took a little breath. "I...I've, been thinking bout you. Ever since you come into the store."
"You have?" she felt it too, I could hear it in her voice. "I've been thinking about you too. I mean, ever since I saw you. I just...I didn't..."
"I know," I let my breath out. "Can I come over?"
"Over here? My place?"
"Yeah. I'll close up early. I really want to see you."
"Yes," there was a little swallowing sound. "I live on Elm street, 304, it's right on the corner there."
"I'll find it," I promised. "Just give me bout an hour, okay?"
"Okay. I'll turn on the porch light."
"Okay. Bye Emily."
"Bye Angie."
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Six - Emily
I couldn't believe she'd called me so soon. Or that she was coming over! Angie, beautiful Angie, the mother of the little girl I'd spoken to just a couple hours before. She'd been thinking about me, she'd said. I knew what she meant, I understood it completely. It was that connection we'd felt, right from the first. My heart seemed to beat a little faster and I took a deep breath and looked around at the little house I lived in. I needed to get ready!
I'd straightened everything up, made my kitchen neat, vacuumed the living room, even dusted, almost frantically. I wanted Angie to like me so badly, to come into my house and be impressed somehow. It was foolish, I know, a little juvenile even, but what else could I do? I cleaned my bedroom, changing the sheets and everything. I took a shower, a quick one, glancing at the clock every chance I had. Angie was coming.
I had Jenny's photo on my night stand, just laying there, waiting for me to use it. I'd masturbated again, after the girl and I had hung up our phones. I'd lain in my bed, holding her picture and reliving our conversation, bringing myself to orgasm. I'd do it again too, or so I'd known before the child's mother had called. I'd go to bed and make love to Jenny again and again in my head, staring at her picture. I held it briefly, wondering what I should do with it and decided I'd leave it right where it was, next to my bed. Angie plainly understood me well enough, she wouldn't be surprised at all.
When the doorbell rang I was barely dressed and that almost sent me into a panic. How could I have forgotten to get dressed? The mind works in strange ways, often missing the most obvious, and all I could do was grab my bathrobe, tying it around my waist. What would Angie think, I wondered? Being greeted by me like that. Did it seem too...aggressive? Too intentional an invitation? Why, oh why, did I worry so much?
I opened the door and Angie was there, smiling. I suppose I'd expected her to be dressed as she'd been the first time I'd seen her, working in the bookstore, but she wasn't. She was wearing a skirt, a simple white one that fell mid-thigh and had little pleats pressed into it. She had a dark top, like a t-shirt, that hugged her body tightly, showing off her full breasts and narrow waist nicely. Her long blonde hair was loose and recently brushed, and she wore just a hint of lipstick, not too red. Angie stood in the same high heel shoes she'd worn earlier, holding her purse by the strap with both hands, and the entire effect was incredibly sexy.
And I was standing there with damp hair, no makeup, and an old bathrobe. I groaned inwardly at myself, but Angie didn't seem to notice anything wrong.
"Hi. Sorry I'm late, I went home first," she looked down at herself, perhaps feeling a little nervous as well. "I wanted to change."
"Hi. You look great," I felt a little dazed, actually, a little overwhelmed. I could smell the woman's perfume, just a little too strong, a touch too sweet for her. "Uh, come in, please," I stood aside as Angie nodded and walked into my living room, looking around politely. I watched her legs, her ass beneath her skirt, and it was a very sweet view. I'm sort of an ass woman, you might say. I closed the door and turned off the outside light.
"This is nice," Angie said.
"Thanks. Do you want something to drink? Um, I could make some coffee or, there's some diet-coke in the refrigerator."
"Oh, ummm...no, that's okay," she'd turned to face me and we just looked at each other. She was incredibly beautiful, I thought.
"Alright," I nodded. I had no idea what to say, really.
We stood there a little awkwardly, just looking at each other. We both wanted to talk, but this was a little outside our previous experiences, I think. The girls I'd been with had been friends first, and later they'd become lovers. I'd never picked up a woman, or let myself be picked up. I wasn't that bold. And Angie, she seemed the stronger, the more confident of the two of us, yet she hesitated as well.
"Do you want to sit down?" I suddenly remembered some manners and the woman looked at my sofa, more a love seat really, and nodded. We sat down together, sitting very close, and turned slightly towards each other. My heart was in my throat.
"I've had some girlfriends," Angie said, as if answering an unasked question.
"Me too," I nodded quickly. "In college."
"I didn't get to college," she shrugged like it didn't matter and went back to what she wanted to tell me. "Mostly the women were just passing through, you know?"
"One night stands?" I asked and Angie nodded.
"Yeah. Like that," her eyes were so blue I thought I was looking at the sky. "I got my little girl, Jenny, and most of them don't...well," she gestured a little helplessly, looking down at her hands, "women like that ain't looking for a family."
"I understand," I said softly. Women could be an awful lot like men sometimes.
Angie looked like she had more to say, a lot more, but when she looked up again, her eyes stared into mine and there was such...feeling, raw emotion in them, it almost frightened me. "I ain't never been in love before," she whispered.
There was a fear of rejection there, I realized. Angie was confessing everything with that simple sentence and waiting for me to pass judgment, of one sort or another. She probably felt a little insecure by her background, although I didn't know the particulars. It seemed plain that she'd grown up in a different environment than I had. A certain distrust would be natural, the same way it had been natural of me to be suspicious of her earlier, before I'd looked at the photo.
"Can we..." her voice faltered.
I wanted to touch her cheek with my fingers, and my hand moved slightly, but I resisted and my lips moved of their own accord, "Do you want to make love to me?"
I had meant to say something else, but I forgot what it was when Angie nodded slowly.
"More than anything," she told me and then her hand was on my face, her palm against my cheek, caressing me and I tilted my head like a kitten, pressing against it and sighing softly.
Angie's hand held me, just with the touch of it, and she leaned towards me with her mouth finding mine. I opened for her, both of us taking it slowly, tenderly, and her kiss was electric. I melted into it, my whole body seemingly concentrated in that sudden link between us. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we just kissed, her hand still on my face, for a long minute.
"Where's your bedroom, Emily?" the woman finally whispered as our lips parted briefly.
We kissed again before I could answer, our tongues playing between us, our lips barely touching.
"There," I breathed senselessly. And then I smiled as Angie rose, lifting me with her and following me as I watched her over my shoulder. I trusted my feet to guide me, unable to keep from looking at the woman, as if she might disappear somehow before we reached my bedroom and the promises waiting therein.
I let her be the more aggressive, a role Angie didn't seem to mind, and her hands slipped inside my robe quickly, finding my bare breasts and squeezing them as she looked down, into my eyes. I moved my own hands to her hips, just resting them there, squeezing her ever so gently through her clothing. It was like a dance almost, the two of us moving together at the foot of my bed. When she kissed me again, leaning down, it seemed the most perfect and natural thing in the world and I gasped into her sweet mouth as she worked my nipples into twin points of burning desire. They were hard and aching beneath her fingers, her thumbs rubbing me raw.
"Lie down," she whispered, pushing me slightly so that I sat and then lay down on my bed, my legs bent at the knees so my feet were on the floor.
Angie leaned over me, kissing down my face and neck, down to my breasts. She sucked my nipples tenderly, first the left and then the right, squeezing the firm globes of my breasts with her hands. I could only watch, sighing and licking my lips. Her mouth moved lower, her hands opening my robe as she went, exposing my stomach to her kisses, and lower still, pulling at my panties and revealing the lightly furred sex between my thighs. She smiled at me, and kissed the little mound above my slit.
"You're so beautiful, Emily," she murmured and then she was there, her lips touching my pussy, Angie's tongue licking along my labia slowly.
I spread my legs wider, whispering soft words of encouragement as the woman began eating my pussy slowly. There was no hurry for us, we had all the time in the world it seemed, and it was wonderful. Her tongue found my clit, flicking across it rapidly, and then more slowly, teasing it to throbbing ecstasy. Angie's hands were on my thighs, massaging and prodding the softness there, and occasionally she'd turn her head, kissing at the soft hollows inside. It felt so good and I played with my breasts while she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
"Oh!" I gasped suddenly as she pushed my legs up slightly, exposing my anus and her tongue found it, licking at the rosebud of my ass. Angie's nose brushed across my slit and I could feel her lips, kissing my ass as she licked me there. She brought a finger to me, sucking it briefly, coating it with her spit, and then pressing it to my sphincter. I opened my mouth and arched my back as the woman penetrated my ass slowly, turning her finger and pressing inward easily. When she was satisfied, her finger completely in my anus, her mouth returned to my cunt, and she began eating me in earnest.
Angie stiffened her tongue, fucking it inside me even as she fucked my ass with her finger. It was intense, the sensations rushing through me, and her mouth was on my clit suddenly, sucking at me hard and I thought I'd explode from it. My clitoris ached, the sensitivity building inside it until it was almost too much.
"P-please..." I was whimpering, "...gently...gently..." It was part of our coming together, this learning about each other, and Angie moved her mouth back to my pussy without apology, none was needed. When it was my turn to please her, I knew she'd tell me what she liked and didn't...I loved that part of sex. The discovery.
And soon I was cumming, for the hundredth time that long day it seemed, and I had to move my hands to her head, curling my finger's in Angie's hair. It screamed through me, flooding her mouth with my juices as my body let go. She stayed with it, letting me grind my cunt to her hungry mouth, my ass squeezing her finger as I tensed with pleasure. It took a long moment to pass and Angie didn't stop, if anything she seemed determined to prolong it. She brought her other hand down, pushing two fingers into my pussy and lifted her face, shining with wetness to smile at me.
All I could do was moan louder, my body jerking as I hunched myself up against her fingers. The tender flesh inside me being stretched beautifully as she twisted and turned her fingers, curling them to find the secret place inside me, brushing it and bringing another quick release. I had three or four orgasms in quick succession that way, until I could see nothing but an explosion of lights behind my tightly closed eyes. I rolled on the bed, twisting with little spasms, shaking uncontrollably and crying out loudly with pleasure.
Only then, when I'd been practically exhausted by the woman, did Angie slow and finally stop. She pulled her fingers from my ass and pussy slowly, licking and sucking her hands clean. She crawled up, across my prone body, still fully clothed herself, and straddled my breathless form. She stroked my face and held my head and kissed me, whispering soft words of love. I responded softly, with ragged sounds to express my appreciation and desire. I had never felt so good, never felt so loved by anyone before in my life. I wrapped my arms around my sweet Angie, my sweet angel, and I held her as we kissed.
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Seven - Angie
The girl tasted good, there was no denying that. I didn't even bother takin' off my clothes, she was so tired. Emily had been through a lot that day, I figured, and after I brought her off a half dozen times, I knew she weren't gonna have the energy to do me. But that was okay too. I was soaked and aching for a little cum of my own, but I could wait.
I moved up the bed, pulling her with me and just held her. She curled up in my arms like a little kitty, all soft and warm and smellin' like sex. Her face was flushed and I kissed her lips, taking the bottom one in my teeth, just a little, and chewing real gentle. I rubbed her hips, her back and down her thighs, coaxing Emily to go ahead and sleep. Next time it'd be my turn, I told her, and she could show me how much she loved me then.
It was gettin' close to midnight and I was needin' to get home anyway. I'd been down on that woman for a good hour, more’n an hour really, and my tongue felt a little swollen. Funny how it does that, ain't it? Probably cause I hadn't been with a woman in almost six months. Laying there with Emily I didn't figure I'd ever be with another woman again. Just her.
And like I say, she was wore out and ridden hard, so I pulled her sheets up, covering Emily and I kissed her goodbye. She smiled, just a little, but she was mostly sleepin' already. I slipped off her bed, feeling my panties damp between my legs. I saw the photograph of Jenny that I'd given her, right there on her night stand, and I smiled. I wasn't much of a mother, I knew that, but Emily would be, I was sure. She'd love that girl a whole lot more than I ever could. And they'd do other things too, secret things. I could see it in Emily's sweet face. She had the need for my little girl and I weren't gonna come between them. I was lookin' forward to seeing it, truth be told.
I reached under my skirt, pulling my panties down and steppin' out of them. They was wet alright and I held them to my nose, inhaling the strong musky smell of my own natural sex. I smiled and put them on the night stand next to Jenny's picture, right where I knew Emily'd find them first thing when she woke up. She could look at our girl and smell my pussy, taste it probably too, and play with that sweet tight cunt of hers. I knew she would. And the next time we got together, we'd talk about what we were gonna do about being in love, with each other, and with Jenny.
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