Perverts 'R' Us

Sleepover With Natalie

By Valleyal ( g/g, lez, mast, voy )

Hi. My name is Rebecca but most everyone calls me Becky. I am your typical 5th grader. I love pizza, roller coasters, brats, fashion, and shopping. Classes just started back a few weeks ago so our summer vacation is over.

I have known Natalie since we all started first grade. Natalie is extremely shy, owing perhaps because she is in special education. She's not retarded or anything, just slower than everyone else. I am not sure of all of the circumstances, but I think it is something to do with both of her parents were like pushing forty when she was conceived and the pregnancy and birth having some kind of complications. She doesn't slobber on herself or make those grunting sounds as words like you see retarded kids do. She's just slow.

But, most of all she is sweet. Some of the kids pick on her, but that is their problem. I am not exactly the most popular person either. I guess that comes from being on the free lunch program when most of the kids at my school seem to already have trust funds. My Dad is in jail and my Momma works at the topless bar by the county line, although she works there as a waitress and doesn't take her clothes off like the girls who get up onstage do.

Ever since I started school I noticed that the other girls would do lots of sleepovers at each other's homes most every weekend. It wasn't like it would have been a good idea to invite someone over to our apartment in the projects, and I wasn't getting invited over to someone else's that much either. And kinda like everyone else, I in a way shunned Natalie too, what with her being different. It wasn't that we weren't friends. It was that we really didn't know each other.

In the 4th grade we had social studies, recess, and lunch period together, so we started to become friends. I met her parents and she even met my momma.

Over the summer we saw each other at the pool and I even taught her how to swim. I was starting to finally sprout some boobs which I thought were never going to grow. You get self-conscious when you barely have anything to go in your training bra and some of your classmates already have lots of cleavage.

A few weeks before our summer vacation was to end Natalie invited me for a sleepover for that upcoming weekend. I don't think she had ever invited anyone before. But two days before it was to happen, her maternal grandfather had some kind of stroke, so Natalie spent the next few weeks over there until school started back.

When school started back, I figured maybe she would just forget about it. I wasn't getting invited over to other people's either. But, at the end of that first day back at school, both of her parents as well as Natalie met me before I got on my bus, to let me know that the invitation still stood, though arrangements would have to be worked out. They had some kind of schedule where someone had to take care of the sick grandfather and Natalie's mom would go and look out for him on the weekends. I guess we could have done the sleepover on a school night, but you know how parents are on such things. And a weekend sleepover would be much more fun, getting to stay up later and not having to get up early. So, we did the sleepover. I had fun. Natalie had fun. It was kinda cool.

Her Dad was so nice. It's freaky that in a way he sorta looks like the guy from the Harry Potter movies....you know the one...Wormtail. He is totally bald on top and has hair flaring out just on the sides. He is like not much more than 100 pounds while Natalie's Mom is more than twice his size. While she is loud and talkative he, on the other hand, is quiet and always seems to be in the background.

Since both me and Natalie had a good time we started doing a sleepover every weekend after that. We did one at my apartment. After that we kinda mutually decided it was better to have them at hers. It was a beautiful home unlike where I lived. Also, it wasn't like that my Momma would get too many more Friday or Saturday nights off work. There had to be a parent or grownup there for them to allow Natalie to come.

Natalie's Dad would order out pizza or maybe make popcorn. He wasn't real strict about making us go to bed early. I guess just not make so much noise to bother the neighbors though I don't think we would have done that anyway.

But he was doing something that was kinda freaky. He was always staring at me and smiling. At first it was still warm, so Natalie and I still went swimming until the pool closed for good in late September. It seems like every time I would look up he always seemed to be staring at my swimsuit top. He was only looking and not trying something funny, so I suppose it wasn't too spooky. I could understand it when boys would stare, because that is what boys do. But it was just freaky that someone old would do it, you know, the father of my best friend. It wasn't that I noticed him staring at Natalie, but then she hadn't sprouted out as much yet. Hers were still molehills while mine were now anthills. Hehe.

It especially became obvious the time I wore my yellow tank top. You can't wear a bra under something like that. Natalie's Dad became especially attentive, but also especially nervous that afternoon and night. It was then I realized it was a bit see-through. Every time I saw him staring it was like my nipples would harden into little eraser points. It would have been downright spooky if he had said or tried anything but he didn't do any of that. He just stared a lot.

Natalie has bad eyesight, so when we watched TV we would usually be on the floor in front of the TV. Natalie's Dad would be in the background periodically checking in on us. But when it would get night time and us two just in long tee shirts and panties it would seem that he was always be behind me. If my legs were pointed towards the sofa, then he was sitting on the sofa. If my legs were pointed the other way back towards the recliner or the love seat, then he would be there. It was like he was trying to look under my shirt and peek at my panties.

He wasn't trying anything so I didn't freak out. It got so it seemed harmless. Yeah, he would sometimes look at Natalie, but it was me that he especially liked to peep on.

Natalie was boy-crazy, but she was even more nervous around them than I was, which is saying a lot. We mutually decided that the boy who plays Shaunie on HBO's "John from Cincinnati" is a major hottie. Natalie couldn't stop giggling for fifteen minutes when I made the joke that it was too bad his swimsuit didn't slip off when he fell off his surfboard during a big wave. Natalie was giggling and laughing that "ew" and "yuck" that then you could have seen his thingy. It was then that I made the silly joke that his thingy was probably so pretty that I would have let him pee on me just to see where it came from. She laughed for 15 minutes. Honest.

Natalie stared at my boobs too though I guess it was for different reasons than her dad did. It was that she wanted hers to grow as much. We started doing the exercises to help speed it up. Natalie always wore a bra under her shirt, but when we started the exercises she came up with the idea that maybe it would help if when we did the exercises if we took not only our shirts off but our bras as well. It was those times that I noticed her dad was always be just outside her door trying to peek in. We had the music playing loud and it wasn't too difficult to make sure without Natalie noticing I always made sure the door was cracked. There her dad was, always peeking in. I even rearranged so that her chest of drawers with the mirror was moved and the door didn't have to be cracked much for him to peek in real good. I figured maybe he would stare at Natalie and not only just at me.

Natalie and I even practiced kissing some. I know she isn't gay and neither am I. There weren't any boys out there asking us to do stuff. Natalie, being innocent the way she is, I know and could tell had a big crush on me, but it wasn't gay or something gross. I guess the word for it is "safe". Being with me was safe. I wouldn't go tattling or gossiping to everyone and neither would she.

The reason I knew she was getting a crush on me was that she was always saying stuff about how pretty I was or something. I'm not that pretty. The best that could be said is maybe I am cute, but pretty -- no way.

Like I said earlier, her Dad was always lurking around. Since he wasn't trying anything, I was getting a little bit more comfortable. Certainly it didn't hurt my ego or self-confidence any that he also must think I am way pretty too. So, on the weekend sleepovers I stopped wearing a bra all together. It was kinda exciting pretending I wasn't noticing him peeking so much. I also let him sneak peeks at my panties under my sleep shirt as we watched TV. I was even maneuvering Natalie so he could peek at her panties too. I could almost swear that he was touching himself watching us. Gross, but exciting.

When we slept, Natalie was a cuddler. Like I said earlier, Natalie had sometimes stared at my boobs too. So, one night when I was wearing a spaghetti-strap camisole top to bed and caught her peeking I whispered it was okay if she wanted to touch them. She did but was very shy about it. But after a few whispers that it was okay she finally did. She not only touched and felt them up, she even kissed and sucked on them. I was like wow.

The funny thing was, was that when I looked toward the mirror I could barely make out from in the shadows just in the hallway outside her bedroom door, there was her Dad. He was peeping in on us, and I swear he had his thingy out rubbing it.

Okay, now that is spooky. But I guess he is old and with his wife being gone every weekend to take care of Natalie's Grandpa he must have been lonely. Now, if he had gotten his thingy out and tried rubbing it on me, now I would have called the Police and had everyone arrested.

But, if he stayed in the background and just wanted to watch, then I would just pretend I didn't see him. He obviously wasn't trying to stop us. He seemed to be subtly trying to encourage us. Okay, Natalie didn't notice but I sure did. The only thing Natalie did notice and made comments about was that her Dad was paying her more attention to her and being more encouraging. This seemed a good thing. Natalie is too sweet a person not to want to do anything to make her happy.

It wasn't too hard to get her to start doing stuff like giving him more hugs or even sometimes sitting for a bit in his lap, getting her to do this without her noticing. I noticed and obviously he noticed that I noticed. Getting her to be more affectionate around her dad and comfortable with it, I was also getting her to be more affectionate with me as we sat in front of the TV, not only just when cuddling in bed. With it getting winter and colder outside we would have a pallet made and be under a quilt or blanket. Convincing her no one could see since it was under cover, it was easy to get her to touch me, or maybe me touch her.

Without Natalie noticing, I made sure her Dad could see. During TV time, Natalie especially liked caressing my nipples or sometimes rubbing my butt because I would be lying on my tummy. That was what her Dad especially liked watching. Either that or when I would rub Natalie's butt. When I did that and have her panties pulled down mid thigh I made sure without her noticing that the quilt or blanket would be parted and he could get a good look where my hand was. Natalie felt it was exciting to be doing stuff in the same room with her Dad not even know what was happening. But he was noticing and I was making sure of that. I wanted him to know that I was making sure he got to see stuff.

He was playing with and rubbing his thingy as I felt Natalie up or Natalie feeling me up. That part was harder to do without her being aware, but only if I was between her and him so she couldn't see that he was looking. But I was making a game of it that it would be under covers if he was rubbing himself always out of sight too behind his quilt or blanket. Without saying a word I got it understood that I would make sure our quilt or blanket was parted but only if he did the same. And wow.....he did.

When I moved Natalie's legs further apart and reached deeper between her legs where there could be no doubt that my fingers were touching her pussy, Natalie let out a big gasp as I touched her clit, and never noticed her Dad's gasp, or the fact that he shot off white stuff all over his arm and chest. But I sure noticed. I sure did.

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