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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Chapter 8: The Truth Will Out
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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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