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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 12
Date: Mon, 06 Feb 2006 13:21:01 -0800
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 12:- Tickling
"Well, with any luck, she won't fall in the river again today", Tanya
said, sitting on a towel by the pool. With a smaller towel, she wiped
the droplets off her arms and the outside of her thighs.
Grandma Trudy watched her. "You'd better take that shirt off if you're
not going in the pool again for a while. It will soon dry in this
sun."
"I suppose so. I'm just not used to sitting around half naked."
"If you're topless, Tan, it's a good deal more than half of you that's
naked", I told her, and she stuck her tongue out at me, the way she
does. But she grasped the bottom of the clinging T-shirt and
disentangled it from her breasts, before pulling it up and over her
head. We watched as she spread it on the hot ground. Steam rose almost
immediately from it.
"Wow, Tanya", Grandma Trudy stared at her, "I just can't believe those
titties of yours!"
Tanya was drying the tops of her breasts, and peering around them to
get at the sides.
"Here, let me do that, Tan!" I went and knelt beside her and she
handed me the towel gratefully. "Lie on your back", I told her, and I
dried her chest and stomach carefully when her breasts cascaded to lie
on each side of her body. It reminded me of the old days, and nights.
"Sandy will be bringing your new bikini tomorrow", said Grandma Trudy.
"He's very quick."
"I can't imagine what you're going to look like in a bikini, Sis", I
said, tickling her in the ribs.
She squirmed, and her tits heaved like a pair of white whales. "So
long as it keeps these things pointing in the same direction as I'm
swimming, I'll be happy with it."
We fell silent for a few minutes as I dried around her panties and
inner thighs. She obligingly raised one knee, then the other one in
turn. Her eyes were closed. Was she remembering the way we used to do
this, as I was?
"How are the kids doing at school?" Grandma Trudy asked, as if she
needed to say something to break the spell.
"Victoria and Pansy are getting on all right", I said, "now the other
kids don't tease them so much. Victoria straightened them out."
"I wish someone would straighten them out for Suzanne", sighed Tanya.
"Doesn't she go to the same school?"
"No, we live too far away, and I can't drive a car. For physical
reasons!" she added quickly when Grandma Trudy looked surprised.
"We were thinking about having a private tutor for Suzanne, until
she's old enough to go to a big school", I said, spreading the wet
towel out to dry. Tanya's tits are big enough to make a towel very
wet.
"Oh, Sis", she complained, "you know that's a no-no. I can't get a
tutor for Suze. She's going to have to survive the way she is.
Although he's going to hate it all the more after this holiday with
the others."
"Especially if she carries on growing the way she has this week!" I
said.
"It's as bad as that, is it?" Grandma Trudy looked thoughtful.
"She comes home in tears most days", said Tanya, sitting up with an
effort and hugging her knees. It wasn't easy for Tanya to do that, as
her breasts had to hang down on each side of her chest, where they
rested on the ground.
"Why couldn't she stay here?"
"Here? For school?"
"Kind of. There's a friend of ours. Retired school teacher. She
retired early, she's not old. She retired to look after her mother,
and the lady died a couple months ago. It's just possible Judy
Thresher would jump at the chance to do a bit of teaching again."
"It would be great, and it sounds like it would give her something to
do ... but, Gran, I really can't afford it. She would want far more
than I've got."
"Honey, I don't want to interfere with Suzanne's schooling, or take
her away from her loving mother, but if, as you say, she's so unhappy
at school, don't you think it would be a good thing?"
"There's no doubt about that, but ..."
"... in that case, why don't I call Judy and see how she feels?
Suzanne, too. We've plenty of time to think it through. And Tanya, if
the answer's 'yes', the money's not a problem, okay?"
Tanya was looking at Grandma Trudy. She rolled on to her hands and
knees and crawled over to the older woman like a great big baby,
except that her breasts were dragging along the ground. She sat next
to her.
"I'd miss her so much! But if she was happy, and learning, and not
being teased every day by thoughtless, cruel kids ..."
Grandma Trudy held her arms out and hugged Tanya. It was a pretty
amazing sight!
**********
At least, this time, Suzanne wasn't naked. As her T-shirt hung on the
bush to dry, the girl lay on her back in the sunshine, and Davie tried
to avoid looking at her. Without success. She seemed to be everywhere
his eyes went. Lightly supported in her bikini top, the kid's
mountainous breasts were magnificently plump and full, and hardly
sagged at all, not like Clarrie's. But then Clarrie rarely lay on her
back, she preferred it on top.
Davie was glad he hadn't worn his jeans, his shorts would dry much
more quickly. Meanwhile, Clarrie had insisted that he couldn't be
naked in front of the girls, so she had given him her panties to wear.
Davie was outraged.
"I can't wear those!" he stormed. "They're for girls."
"Not just any girl, lover, they're mine!" Clarrie murmured, threading
the damp little garment on over his feet and easing them up his legs.
They were far too large, even with their elastic waist, Clarrie being
about a foot bigger than the boy round the hips. But somehow, he
managed to fill them, and Clarrie's nearness, combined with the
painful sight of the recumbent Suzanne, meant that Davie found it
necessary to lie on his stomach to hide his erection. There was
another reason for his erection, too, although it worried him. He
found it incredibly exciting to be wearing a girl's knickers. And when
he thought about it, and realised that if he was enjoying wearing
girl's knickers, there must be something wrong with him, and even THAT
thought made him excited! It was so confusing.
Clarrie lay beside him, so he was between her and Suzanne. Victoria
sat on a tuft of grass and watched them all.
"It's a pity the kipper got away", she sighed.
"Kipper? What kipper?" said Clarrie.
"Davie caught a kipper in the river", said Suzanne, "didn't you,
Davie, and it dived out of his hand in between my titties. Head
first." She peered down into her cleavage as if she thought it might
still be hiding down there somewhere. There was room for a whole shoal
of them, Davie thought, and groaned aloud.
Clarrie sniffed. "Kippers live in the sea", she said, with all the
assurance of a young woman who worked in a kitchen. "It must have been
something else."
"A salmon", suggested Pansy.
"No, salmon live in cans", Suzanne said with certainty. "It wasn't in
a can."
"I still think it was a kipper", said Victoria. "You could have taken
it home for your supper, 'stead of throwing it down Suze's bra. You
and Clarrie could have eaten it in bed."
"While she was sitting on your face", laughed Suzanne, and the cousins
rocked from side to side for joy.
"Why are you always going on about sitting on people's faces, you
kids", Davie whined at them. "You're obsessed with sex, you are."
"No we're not!" shouted Victoria.
"What's sex?" Pansy asked.
"It's sitting on people's faces", said Suzanne, getting to her feet.
Quickly, taking the boy by surprise, she grabbed his shoulder and
turned him on to his back. "Like this!" she shouted, and she hovered
over Davie for a second or so, before flopping down. In fact, she sat
down a little harder than she intended, finding balancing rather
difficult, and Davie was effectively snuffed out.
"Get off him, you'll break his nose. Or suffocate him", Clarrie
gasped.
"*You* didn't", said Victoria, "so little Suze won't. She's only half
as big as you. Well, her bottom's only half as big, anyway. Her top's
nearly the same size", she said, finding to her surprise that it was
closer than she had imagined.
Davie wriggled, unable to escape from beneath Suzanne. He might have
managed it, but he began to realise he didn't really want to. His
struggles died away, although he made a token adjustment of position
until his nose was comfortable.
Suzanne seemed to be enjoying it, too. She moved her hips
experimentally, and felt Davie twitch beneath her. It went very quiet.
"Is he dead?" Pansy asked, with interest.
"He can't be, he's still moving", said Victoria, "look!"
Clarrie was already looking. The bit she was looking at was certainly
moving, as if it had a life of its own. She badly wanted to take it
into her mouth and swallow as much of it as she could, but surrounded
by nosy kids, she wouldn't be allowed to get away with it. She let go
of Davie's prick reluctantly, having grasped it without thinking.
"Was that nice, Clarrie?" Victoria wanted to know. "Could I hold it
for you?"
"For me?"
"Well, could I hold it for Davie, then? Couldn't I just HOLD it?"
Victoria obviously wanted to hold it.
"I don't think it would be a good idea, Victoria", said Clarrie.
"Why not? Suze *sucked* it the other day!"
"Oh, yuck", said Pansy, "don't keep reminding us of that!"
Clarrie looked at Suzanne, who was taking no part in the conversation.
Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face as she knelt
astride Davie's face, moving languidly. Davie was throbbing away
oblivious to everything but the amazingly fragrant little bikini pants
which filled his horizon. Not like Clarrie's bottom at all, exciting
as it was; Suzanne smelled like fresh sweat, and sweet cookies, with
just a hint of cheese. He took a deep breath. He was in no immediate
danger of suffocation, although all the time he was getting closer to
drowning.
"Ooooh!" Suzanne sighed, opening her eyes very wide for a brief
moment, then closing them again. She said it again, "Ooooh!"
Clarrie sighed and sat back. Twenty seconds at the most, she thought.
Clarrie was never one to stand in the way of another girl's orgasm.
Her estimate was correct to within two seconds. Clarrie knew about
such things. While the other girls looked on in concern, Suzanne's
movements became more urgent, her moans built up to little cries.
"Suze?" said Victoria.
"Zanne?" said Pansy.
"Ooooh, Davie!" moaned Suzanne thoughtfully. A well brought-up girl,
her first thoughts, despite the intensity of her feelings, were for
her partner. She climbed off, and stood up, flexing her knees. "That
felt nice!" she said to Clarrie. "I think I know why you do it now."
"So glad", said Clarrie, shakily.
Davie still lay on his back, shuddering.
"He doesn't seem very happy", Victoria said, "do you think *he*
enjoyed it, too?"
"I think it's time we went back home", said Clarrie, "fetch your
clothes, Suzanne. And bring Davie's shorts. He can't go home like
this." She needed Davie alone, as a matter of urgency. The poor boy
had been left in a state of deep need. And so had she.
**********
"Here they come", I said, "they look dry enough from here."
"Davie looks a bit muddy", said Tanya. "So does Suzanne's shirt."
Pansy, as ever, took on the role of courier. "Mummy!" she cantered up
to me, with Daniel bounding along behind her like an adoring puppy.
"Guess what? Suzanne fell in *again*!" She sighed heavily. "I simply
don't know *what* we're going to do with her!"
Victoria and Suzanne were dragging along, taking their time. Clarrie
and Davie had gone straight into the house, Clarrie leading the boy by
the hand. If I hadn't known better, I'd have imagined she was dragging
him along. The door closed behind them.
"It's good to see Clarrie looking so relaxed and casual", said Grandma
Trudy, with a secret smile. "When Sir Roger's here, she has to wear
her uniform all the time."
"Her *uniform*?" said Tanya.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it! I'll tell you what. It's cruel, and we
shouldn't do it, but I'll tell Maisie to make the girl wear her
uniform to serve dinner tonight. Then you'll see!"
"It sounds intriguing", I said. It did.
"Oh, it is! Just you wait 'til you see her! Now then, what's been
keeping these two?"
Victoria and Suzanne finally reached us.
"Has Pansy been telling tales again?" said Suzanne, defensively.
"She said you'd fallen in the river again", I said.
"Nothing else?" Victoria asked quickly. Too quickly.
"What else should she tell us?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing happened, anyway."
"And if she did say anything else happened", said Suzanne helpfully,
"it's all lies!"
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