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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Part III
Chapter 9:- Relationships
The ghosts had been there all right, but they'd been as quiet as they
could. Clarrie made love to Davie with a quiet intensity. By morning,
the boy was feeling even more shattered than yesterday. He wondered if
it was always like this. What would it be like with a *really* heavy
girl on top of him, instead of just a very heavy one.
"You've squashed my balls, Clarrie", he groaned as she eased herself
off him and stretched like a cat.
"Oh get away, you great baby! Gissa kiss, I'll see you after
breakfast. No time to come back for a quickie this morning. There'll
be too much to do. Have a wank, instead. Seeya!"
And she was gone. He lay there for a few seconds in the quiet. He
thought he could hear voices. There it was again, girls, laughing. It
was the kids, downstairs, in the room just below his. He thought of
Suzanne, down by the stream yesterday, and to his horror, found
himself becoming erect again. He was still wet with the juice from the
inside of Clarrie, and now he was getting hard thinking about an
eight-year-old! But *what* an eight-year-old!
He took Clarrie's parting advice. As he came, he moaned to himself,
'Ooooh, Suzanne!' And to his dismay, he found it quite exciting.
**********
Victoria hadn't been able to sleep at all. It was morning, and outside
the sun was up, the chickens were making a terrible row and she was
restless. For some reason, she kept thinking of Davie. Such a thing
had never happened to her before. She remembered the afternoon by the
little river, when she had touched his willie. Later, walking back
home, they had looked at each other. She blushed at the memory and her
nipples felt all tingly. She touched herself beneath the bed covers,
and found wetness down there.
I wonder if he's awake yet, she thought. They wake up early in the
country, she supposed. We could have a little chat. Nobody would know.
She slipped a leg over the side of her bed, and quietly stood up,
trying not to let the floor creak. She caught a glimpse of herself in
her bedroom mirror. Golly! Her nipples were sticking out miles!
Hunching her shoulders slightly to hide them, she opened the door, and
made for the back stairs.
She was about to round the corner on to the top landing when a door
opened and Clarrie came out, wearing a short nightie. So short, it
didn't even cover her front bottom. Victoria blushed at the thought of
seeing Clarrie's thingie. It was *so* hairy! She ducked out of sight
as the teenager, whistling softly, went into another bedroom leaving
the door open a few inches. Victoria froze where she was. It was all
quiet. Clarrie's whistling had stopped, but there were some rustlings
from inside the room. Victoria crept out of her hidey-hole and took a
cautious step along the corridor. Then the door handle rattled, and
Victoria nearly screamed in terror. She scuttled back into cover
again, as the door opened fully, and Clarrie came out, in her blouse
and skirt. She walked briskly past, and went down the stairs. Victoria
thought she could smell a faint odour of kippers in the girl's wake.
She must have had breakfast in her bedroom, she thought.
Slowly, she stepped forward again, one foot, then another, like a
stalking cat. All the way to Davie's door. Which one? She counted the
doors again. This one here. But that was the room Clarrie had come out
of in her nightie. Victoria gasped and blushed again, as rude thoughts
passed through her head. She tried the handle, then pushed the door
open. Davie was lying in bed, eyes closed, panting slightly as if he
had been running.
He must be having a nightmare, she thought. Best not wake him up. She
was about to turn round and leave, when a thought came to her, a
thought so daring as to make her go crimson with shame at having even
thought about thinking it. Raising the corner of the bed covers, she
slipped one foot into the bed, then perched her little bottom on the
side of it. The bed dipped alarmingly, and Davie gave a groan. She
stopped, but just at that moment, the boy turned over on to his side,
with his back to Victoria. There was suddenly plenty of room in the
boy's bed.
She was in, not daring to move, feeling the warmth of his body next to
hers, and the smell of kippers. Gosh, he must have had *his* breakfast
in bed as well. Davie muttered something in his sleep.
"I thought you weren't coming back", he said in a weary voice.
Victoria was puzzled, but decided he must be talking in his sleep. She
gave a little moan in case a reply was expected, and Davie sighed
contentedly. He seemed to be waiting for her to make the next move,
although she had no idea what gave her that notion. She touched his
back softly, laid her hand flat against it. It felt strong and hard.
She kissed the warm skin. Then, remembering his willie and how nice
that had felt, she snaked an arm over his hip to roughly where she
thought his willie ought to be. To her satisfaction, she found it
straight away. It was clammy and damp, all of it, as she ran her
little fingers from the base to the tip and back.
Davie gave a soft groan and clutched at her hand, stopping her from
letting go. Fine, she thought, and gripped it harder. Davie screamed
and sat up. He saw her and yelped again, crawling away until he was
hard against the wall.
"Hello, Davie, I came to have a little chat."
"What about?" he sounded strangely agitated; guilty, even.
"Oh, just things, you know?" To be honest, she hadn't thought about an
agenda for the meeting. "Shall we talk about sex? Shall we do *more*
than talk?" she suggested.
"Aaaargh!" Davie squawked. "No, I mustn't! You're too young!"
"Suze wasn't too young for a cuddle yesterday!"
"That's different."
"It *is* different. I'm two and a half years older than her. I'm ten",
she added proudly and put her arms around him, pressing her plump
breasts against his chest. He stopped resisting.
"Have you done it very many times?" she asked him.
"Quite a lot", he said, thinking about the last two nights.
"Good! You can do *me*, then."
"Whaddya mean?" He flattened himself against the wall again.
"You can do me! I don't mind. I want you to. I'm ever so good at it.
I'm brilliant", she added in a flash of inspiration.
"Are you?" he said in a flabbergasted tone.
"Oooh, yes. Everybody says so."
"What if I don't want to?" he tried, without much hope.
She spluttered with laughter. "Course you want to. Boys always want
to."
"All right then". Clarrie wasn't coming back, after all. What harm
could it do. It wasn't as if she was an eight-year-old, anyway.
Victoria was ten. Most important of all, after the last two nights,
she was only a little over half the weight of Clarrie! "Go on then!"
he said.
Victoria felt a funny feeling in her front bottom again. She lay back
and closed her eyes. "Go on, then", she said huskily. This was the
great moment. It was going to happen to her!
"I'm waiting", said Davie.
"So am I, darling!"
They lay side by side and waited for a few minutes, then both sat up.
"It isn't working", said Davie.
"Just get on top of me", prompted Victoria, and spread her legs as
wide as they would go. Nothing happened. Davie looked curiously down
at Victoria's sparsely-furred little cunny. It looked wet. She was all
ready for him, so why wouldn't she just get on and do it!
"But you're supposed to get on top of *me*", he said.
Victoria thought back to discussions at school. Girls lay on their
backs and boys climbed on top and put their willies in your thing. But
perhaps there was another way she hadn't heard about. People were
always finding new ways of doing things. "We can do it the other way,
though, if you like", she said in a worldly manner.
"The other way?" Davie said, in panic. "Oh, you mean the *other* way!
Okay. Go on, then."
"Ah!"
Inspiration came at last to Davie. Sweating, he said, "Oh, I didn't
think you'd have wanted to do it *that* way, since you've done it so
many times. I'm ready, though. Come on. Sit on my face!"
Victoria propped herself on a slender elbow and stared at him. "What
for?" she asked, puzzled.
"To do it. You have to suck my cock and sit on my face!"
"Ugh! You're gross, Davie! Suck your own cock and sit on your own
face, you pervert, if that's your idea of a relationship!" and she
flounced out of the bed. Arms akimbo, she paused at the door for a
parting shot. "And I'm telling Nana Trudy about you and Clarrie ..."
"She already knows, nyeeerrr ...!"
"... you've been eating kippers in your room!" Victoria marched out of
the bedroom, her little nose in the air. She was back in her own bed
in thirty seconds. "Boys! Yuck! I'm going to stay a virgin, like
Mummy."
Davie lay there blinking. "What was she on about? Kippers? Girls! What
is the fucking matter with them?"
And he tried for another wank, but fell asleep half way through.
**********
"We've got to have a word with the girls, Sis", said Tanya. We carried
our breakfast things into the kitchen and handed them to Clarrie who
was trilling a happy song as she bent over the sink. I couldn't quite
see if she was wearing panties this morning. Probably not.
"Let's get them now. No time like the present. Before they go off with
Davie again."
So we did. Suzanne described exactly what had happened down by the
river: it tallied with Pansy's version perfectly. Victoria said very
little. I looked at her, she seemed a bit pale.
"You all right, darling, you look a bit peaky?"
"'Course I'm all right", she snapped. "It's you lot, going on about
sex all the time. We haven't done anything."
And no, apart from giving blow-jobs on the river bank, they hadn't,
really.
Tanya did her best to explain why it wasn't a good idea to lick a
boy's willie, and especially to put it in your mouth. She tried to do
it without using the word 'dirty', and she wasn't finding it at all
easy.
"It did taste nice, though, Mummy. It tasted like Clarrie." Suzanne
looked up at Tanya and clutched her hand. "*Why* can't I do it again?"
"Maybe Davie didn't like it", I suggested. "Did he tell you to stop?"
"Ooooh yes, but he didn't really mean it, did he?"
No, he probably didn't.
"I think, Suze, if you feel like doing anything like that to a boy,
you should ask him first. And if he says no, then you must take 'no'
for an answer."
Tanya, I thought, I can't believe you just said that.
One day, soon, these kids are going to begin to wonder why their
mothers are so much younger than all the other kids' mothers. And then
what are we going to tell them?
**********
The girls didn't have that particular dilemma that day. Davie failed
to put in an appearance, and Grandma Trudy reported that he didn't
feel very well. Perhaps he'd got a bit of a cold through wearing damp
clothes.
Victoria and Suzanne wanted to visit him, but we said he wouldn't want
to talk if he had a sore throat. So we all went for a walk. Not the
best idea in the world, because Pansy and Daniel led us straight to
the very spot by the river where the act had taken place.
"They fell in just there, Mummy", she said. "There's the bush we hung
their clothes on, and they ran around over there. And that's where
they lay down for a cuddle!"
Victoria took my hand, and Suzanne reached for Tanya's.
"Let's go somewhere else, Mummy, I don't really like this place any
more", said Victoria.
We moved on.
**********
"What a fine mess this all is", said Grandma Trudy. "And I invited you
all down here just for this."
"They were bound to get involved with boys some time", Tanya said.
"Perhaps it's just as well it's all happening right where we can see
it."
"And Davie's a good lad", I added, "it could have been much worse if
he'd been somebody like your Luke whatever his name was."
"O'Hara. Not a name I'm likely to forget." She sat down with a sigh.
"Pa shot him, you know, dumped him in the river." We both gasped. "Pa
and two or three of the other men whose daughters had met up with
Luke. That's why we had to move out of the farm in such a hurry."
"Go on, Grandma!" I whispered. This was better entertainment than
television. They didn't do things by halves in the old days!
"Well, anyways, I started working at Harringtown, at the soda
fountain, and everybody in the town used to come by, and I'd chat to
them all. I knew everything that went on. And there was this guy,
Mark. I suppose you'd say I took a fancy to him. And one night, we
went to a dance. At the Elks' Club, it was. And everything was just
fine, until *she* came along. Wendy Sherman. Wendy Sherman got what
she wanted", Grandma Trudy said bitterly. "And she wanted Mark ...!"
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