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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 8
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 8- The Truth Will Out
"Had a nice walk, dear?" Tanya held her arms out to Suzanne as the
little group approached.
Daniel came up to me, hopping up and down in excitement. "Mummy,
Mummy, 'Zanne fell in the river!"
"And Davie, they *both* fell in", reported Pansy.
"What?" Tanya felt her little girl's shorts. They were still damp.
"When did this happen?"
"Ages ago, Mum, we dried our clothes on a bush, it's all right",
Suzanne reassured her. "Me and Davie."
"Wait a minute. You and Davie? You took your wet things off and dried
them on a bush?"
"Of course, like I said. They're dry, now."
Tanya looked at me and shook her head. "Off with it. Now! Get up to
your room and change into something dry." Clarrie had appeared on the
terrace, hearing all the excited noises. She had also come out to see
if Davie was around. Tanya spoke to her. "Clarrie would you go with
Suzanne, please, and make sure she changes everything. She fell in the
river with Davie!"
Clarrie had already held out her hand to Suzanne when Tanya finished
her sentence. "With Davie?" Clarrie looked at the boy, who was edging
away in the direction of the house. "C'mon, Suzanne", the teenager
said, "And YOU, TOO, Davie!" she planted a hand on his shoulder and
steered him away indoors.
"How did they dry their clothes, Victoria", I asked.
"I made them take everything off, and we hung their things on a bush.
They soon dried."
"What about Suzanne and Davie, how did *they* get dry, you couldn't
hang them on a bush."
"Course not, stupid! They ran around for a bit, then they had a
cuddle. They soon got warmed up"
"I bet they did", Tanya growled.
Grandma Trudy came out. "What's all this, I saw Clarrie in the
kitchen, and she said those two had fallen in the river. Is that
true?"
"Yes", Tanya said, "they've gone off to change."
"But how did it happen?"
Pansy was thinking, trying to remember the sequence of events. She
always likes to get things right before she explains anything. "I
remember", she said at last.
"Go on, then, darling, what happened?"
"Well, we walked down to the river and sat down. And Davie had his
willie out ..."
"He did WHAT?" Tanya and Grandma Trudy screamed in chorus.
"He got his willie out", Pansy repeated, gratified by the reaction.
"And Suzanne was licking it! Yuck! I told her to take it out of her
mouth, but she wouldn't listen to me. Then she did, she took it out,
and some wet stuff came out and went on her T-shirt." The audience was
silent and open-mouthed by now. "So she took her top off and washed it
in the river. She still had her bra on, so it was all right ..."
"Oh, good, that's all right then", Tanya said, faintly.
"... but then she fell in, and when Davie tried to grab her, he fell
in, too. But it wasn't very deep." She sounded genuinely disappointed.
"They were standing up in the water, and it only came up to Davie's
willie. Then they got out and we made them take their clothes off and
I hung them on the bush. That's all."
That was all, as my daughter said. "Let's hear their side of it before
we go ape-shit, Sis", I told her, but I was feeling sick inside.
"Okay", said Tanya dully. "I'll ask Suze after tea."
"I'll have a word with Davie", said Grandma Trudy. "He'll talk to me."
**********
"Wait there, you!" Davie stopped outside Suzanne's bedroom door as if
he had been turned to a pillar of salt. Clarrie followed the girl into
her room and watched as she undressed. She peeled off her T-shirt and
Clarrie took it from her hand as Suzanne peeled her shorts off,
hopping precariously on one leg. Even inside her bra, everything was
bouncing.
Clarrie waited for the girl to hand over her shorts. The damp T-shirt
seemed to have some stains on the front. She sniffed at them
suspiciously, but the whole thing smelled only of river water. Suzanne
watched her.
"I washed it all off", she said, helpfully.
"Washed what all off?"
"The stuff that came out of Davie's thingie. That's why I fell in, I
was licking his thingie 'cos it tasted nice - it tasted a bit like you
- and it came out of my mouth when it was jerking about so much, and a
load of stuff went all over my shirt. It will wash off, won't it. 'Cos
I like this shirt!"
"Oh, it will come off, all right, now that I know what it is", said
Clarrie, grimly. "Take the rest of your things off, and I'll wash
them. Quick, I need to see Davie gets his things off as well.
Especially his jeans, they're still quite damp."
"There you are, Clarrie", Suzanne put her panties on top of the bra in
Clarrie's hands. "Will my bra be dry by the morning? Only my other
one's a bit too tight."
I bet it is, thought Clarrie, stunned by the size of the child's
breasts, now inches away from her. Davie would have enjoyed those as
well. "Hurry up and get dressed, sweetheart, then go and have your
tea. I'll be down presently."
"Okay! said Suzanne, happily, rummaging through her top drawer.
"NOW then!" Clarrie took Davie's arm and frog-marched him along the
landing to the back stairs. "Keep going!" she ordered as the boy
stumbled. Along the passage and into his bedroom. The door slammed and
she dumped him on his bed.
"Get undressed, now! What have you been up to with that kid?"
"Me, nothing! Nothing happened, Clarrie, honest."
"And your jeans, too. Oh, so you didn't fall in the river, then?"
"Well, yeah ... but ..."
"And those shorts! And so you didn't take all your clothes off to get
them dry?"
"Well, yeah ..."
"And your socks. And you didn't run around stark, bollock naked with
that little sex-bomb?"
Sex-bomb? "Well, I s'pose so, but ..."
"And she didn't fall in the river in the first place because she was
trying to wash the CUM-STAINS OFF HER T-SHIRT?"
"Oh!" said Davie in a tiny voice.
"AFTER SHE WAS SUCKING YOU OFF?"
No reply.
"Oh, Davie! What am I going to do with you? One night of love-making
from me, and you think it's okay to try and get the pants off an
eight-year-old kid!"
"Eight? EIGHT years old? Suzanne?"
"She's eight and a half! That's all she is."
"But she's ..." He used his hands to describe Suzanne.
"Yes, she is, isn't she?" Clarrie pushed him on to his back. "She's
really big, isn't she, Davie?"
Clarrie unfastened the buttons of her blouse.
"She's HUGE, isn't she, Davie?"
Clarrie dropped the blouse on the floor and reached around behind her
back to unfasten her bra.
"But she's not as HUGE as me, is she, Davie?"
Not quite, he thought. She lowered herself on to him.
"And she can't do THIS, can she, Davie?"
Not yet, he thought, surrendering himself to his fate.
**********
The knock on the door stopped them in their tracks. Clarrie froze in
mid-thrust.
"You there, Davie?"
The lady! Clarrie put both her hands in her mouth.
"Davie? May I come in, honey?"
"Errrrm ...!"
The door opened. Trudy closed it behind her as soon as she took in the
scene. Clarrie hadn't moved. Davie couldn't move, anyway.
Trudy, feeling faint, walked over to the window and stood looking out.
"Would you like to get up, Clarrie, please!" she said without turning
round.
The wanton girl slowly detached herself, while Trudy stared out at the
sunlit scene. A cloud drifted across the garden. Clarrie picked up her
blouse and held it in front of herself. "Get dressed, honey!" said
Trudy, not unkindly, which made it even worse for the young girl.
Sobbing now, she pulled the blouse on, then bent to pick up her skirt.
She stepped into it, then picked up her abandoned bra. There appeared
to be no panties.
Trudy turned at last. "Now go to your bedroom and wait for me there,
please." Biting her lip, tears flooding down her cheeks, Clarrie left
the room. Davie watched her go, then looked at Trudy. "I only came to
talk about you and young Suzanne falling in the river", she said. "I
hardly expected to find you ... to find this going on! How long have
you and Clarrie been ...?"
"Last night, ma'am", Davie muttered.
"In your room? In here?" Trudy put two and two together. Ghosts, she
thought, managing not to giggle. "What happened this afternoon? Down
by the river?"
"Nothing, ma'am, nothing, honest! We got wet and took our clothes off,
that's all. I didn't f..."
"I know that, Davie. I believe you. But Suzanne's only *eight* years
old, what made you think of showing her your ... yourself." She
pointed to the offending part, now mercifully no longer erect. She
realised straight away that she hadn't made the right point. He
shouldn't have been showing his cock to *any* girls, eight or
twenty-eight.
Davie tried to tell her. "I'd got a hard-on, ma'am. It sort of slipped
out of my pants, and the girls wanted to touch it. They hadn't seen
one before. Honestly, ma'am!"
Sheesh. Crazy story. Crazy enough to be true.
"Now listen, Davie. I'm not going to forbid you to see Clarrie. You'd
only find a way, somehow. Clarrie's a very grown-up and a VERY sexy
girl, and she's awfully experienced for her age. It will surely end in
tears for you, but there's no point in telling you that either. But if
I catch you trying ANYTHING with little Suzanne, you are in trouble,
that is TROUBLE, Davie, is that clear?"
That was clear. As soon as Trudy had gone, he rolled over on to his
belly. His pillow smelled of Clarrie. The whole bed smelled of
Clarrie. Girls were nothing but trouble, he decided. End in tears? It
had only *started* last night, and here came the tears already.
**********
"Let me make it crystal clear, Clarrie. I am not firing you. Sir Roger
will have to do that, if he can. Perhaps I will have to tell him what
I have seen, when he comes back?"
Clarrie went as white as a sheet.
"I thought so. I already told Davie, I'm not going to stop you two
having sex. You'd only go somewhere else and do it. You, especially,
Clarrie, because you can't go a day without it. I also told him it
will end in tears. For him, that is. You'll throw him away without a
second thought when Sir Roger comes back! Just remember, Clarrie, I
know everything. Everything!"
Clarrie crumpled on her bed, and dissolved into shuddering tears.
Trudy watched her for a moment, about to leave.
I never could do the right thing and leave well alone, she thought,
sitting down next to the girl on the bed and putting an arm round her.
Clarrie tensed, then relaxed, her head buried in Trudy's shoulder, her
massive breasts, loose inside her creased blouse, mashing against
Trudy's far larger ones. The older woman hugged the teenager tight,
rocking her like a baby until the girl's sobs died away.
"You take the rest of the night off, honey. Go have a shower. I guess
you need one." She chucked the girl under the chin and wiped a tear
away with a finger. "And if you simply *can't* leave Davie alone, try
to do it quietly, okay?"
Trudy gathered up the bundle of clothes she had collected from Davie's
room, and went quietly downstairs.
**********
"Where's Clarrie, Nana Trudy?" asked Suzanne.
"She said she's not feeling too good, she's going to bed", said Trudy.
"But she was going to tuck us in and kiss us goodnight", complained
Pansy. "It's not fair!"
"If poor Clarrie's not well, you wouldn't want to make her get up,
would you?" I asked her.
"Well, could Davie come and say goodnight then?" Suzanne asked,
brightly. "Can he, Mummy?"
Tanya gulped. "We'll have to see about that, Suze. He might have other
things he has to do."
"I'll ask Maisie. Can I ask Maisie for Davie to come into our bedroom
tonight, Mummy?" Pansy was already getting up. Oh, God!
"*I'll* come and kiss you goodnight, kids", Grandma Trudy said, "but
only if you're going to be good girls. I'll tell you a story, too.
I'll bet Davie wouldn't do that."
That clinched it.
But there were still problems being stored up for tomorrow.
At least, the ghosts were quiet that night. Perhaps they were still
there, but at least, they kept quiet.
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