Art Classes, Chapter 3

Monday afternoon has rolled around

Michael and I start walking home together. His house is on my way, so this is not uncommon. It's also a regular thing for me to detour into his plave, because they have one hell of a big back yard, an awesome AV room in the basement. And Almost every video game, ever made!

We headed for the front door, and when we got inside, Michael put his books down on the coffee table. I held on to mine.

"Mom I'm home." he hollers out, for no apparent reason. 

"Finally! Your sister was home 15 minutes ago."

"So?"

I need you to get into the car young man. You have a dentist appointment in fifteen minutes."

I'll be there in a minute, I just wanna grab a . . "

"You'll move now mister!"

"But mom, cant I grab a snack?"

"No. Now move."

"But mom."

"Don't but me. If you'd come home right away, you could have eaten. Now, we'll barely make it."

Mike is shunted towards the car before he can make another protest. Me I follow behind, without saying a word. I was kind of laughing, because no one had told him about the appointment. His mom shouts out "Margaret honey, we going. Are you sure you'll be ok?"

"Mom I'll be fine. If you have a problem, James can stay with me?"

"OK. I think I'd feel better with him here, and you not all alone. Jamie, is your mom working this afternoon?"

"No. Elizabeth has her gymnastics class this afternoon. It's on the other side of town, so mom has to take her."

"Ok. I'll call her and let her know what's happening."

All this last was happening as we were actually walking to the car. The two of them got in, and they proceeded to drive away. I walked back towards the house. Entering, I call out "Margaret, I guess I'm staying."

"Good. I'm just upstairs. Wanna come up?"

"Her request was reasonable, so since I had put mu books on a table, I headed up the stairs, and proceeded to her bedroom. Once at the door, I paused to look inside. 

The room was one of those disgustingly sick little girl, pink princess bedrooms. The walls and carpeting were pink. The bedding was pink. The lamps and other furniture were mostly pink. Evan a large portion of the stuffed animals neatly arranged on a bench style window seat, were all pink. I had only been upstairs a couple of times, and every time I peeked in, on the way to Michael's room, it always gave me a headache.

This time would have been the same, but when I looked in, what I saw, really made my eyes want to pop out of my skull.

Margaret was standing there in her underwear, white matching bra and panties. And no, the only pink on them was the little bow on the front of her training bra.

"Ahm, you do know I'm up here?"

"Silly, I told you to come up, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you're, in your underwear."

"You didn't complain Saturday, and I was wearing less."

"Yeah, but we were working. Now were, well, alone." By this time, I had begun to think that maybe she had a plan here. "Well, let's see!" I thought.

She was holding up a sweatshirt in front of her, deciding if it was what she wanted to wear. 

"So?"

She had me there.

"How long are you gonna be?"

"I don't know. Mom says she want me to make some room in my closet before Christmas."

"So, you're getting rid of what doesn't fir?"

"And what I don't like."

I then notice that on the floor, is a large garbage bag, filled with clothing. Her discards. There was also a lot of empty hangers in the closet.

"So. You're almost done then, I see. What do you wanna do then?"

"Silly, I still have some drawers to clean out."

I then realized what she was referring to. She still had to sort through her underwear drawer.

"You gonna try everything on?"

"Yes." she turned at me, grinned, then gave me a wink.

"Well, as long as I'm here, why don't I help you?"

"Ok."

"You can finish your closet anytime. Lets start on those drawers."

"All right!" She puts down the shirt she was contemplating, and walks over to her dresser. She opens the second drawer from the top, and pulls out, a pair of panties. "I guess I should try these on."

She reaches down to her waist, and slipping her fingers beneath the elastic hem of her panties, she slowly, almost seductively, (Let me say this. She was ten. I was almost eleven. Standing there, picking her nose in a bikini would have looked seductive to me. Even if she ate it!) lowered her panties to her ankles, then kicked them off of her feet.

She grabbed the new pair, and stepping into them, she slipped them up her legs. All this time, she was facing away from me, so I only saw her from the back. Disappointing, really.

She turned towards me. "Do these look too tight to you?"

"I don't think so. Do they feel tight?"

"Just a little."

"Mind if I check something?"

"OK."

I walked over to her, and down on my knees, I reach across to her, and gently, with my right hand, touch her panty. I grab the hem on her leg openings, and pull the fabric away from her body. The material pulls away easily.

I let the material snap back into place. "OW! Watch it!"

"Sorry. I guess it's ok for a while longer?"

"Yeah." She reaches into her drawer, and pulls out another pair. "What do you think of these? She's holdin a pair of white cotton panties, with little colored silhouettes of hot air balloons printed on it.

"They look fine to me. Kind of little girl, if you ask me. Anything more, you know, sexy?" I ask this sheepishly.

"Hold on. I think I have something." She dives back into the drawer. A moment later, she turns around, faces me, showing off her find. I pair of matching pink panties, with white trim, and a white bra, with pink trim. "What do you think?"

"Nice."

She tries this pair on, right away. She reaches down, and slipping her fingers into the waist of her panties, she lowers them down. She kicks them off as they hit the floor, then she reaches up, and lowers the straps of her bra. She rotates the whole thing around her chest, so that the clasp is at her front, then in an instant, the whole thing is also on the floor. She's now as naked in front of me, as I was Saturday, the only difference is, this time, were alone. Our mother's weren't chaperoning.

And I would just like to admit it. I stared at her. And she watched me do it, the whole time.

"Do you like my body?" she asked me.

"I. Uh. I think so."

You think so! What's not to like?" she raises her arms above her head, and rotates her body, showing herself to me completely. Holding nothing back.

"I, uh, yeah! Yeah, I like it."

"Good." Then her face changes, "Do you want to touch me?"

"How?"

"Anywhere, and any way you want."

"You mean like here?" With that, I reach my arm out towards her, and place to fingers between her legs.

"Anywhere stupid."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well you can start by taking your pants off silly."

"Allright." With that I stand up, and undo the buckle of my belt and start to lower my jeans to the floor. I step out of them, and go to lower my shorts, when she stops me."

"No. Not those. Keep you underwear on."

"Why?"

"I don't want to get pregnant!"

"Pregnant?"

"Yes. A girl at school once said that when boys and girls get together, and their naked, the girls can get pregnant. So keep your shorts on."

"But how can you get pregnant. And if that's true, what about Saturday?"

"Sex stupid. We didn't have sex on Saturday, right?'

"I don't think so."

"So, I couldn't get pregnant. But with us alone, who knows what might happen."

"So were ok just so long as one of us keeps our underwear on?"

"Yeah."

"We gonna take turns?"

"No. Today I wanna be naked. Do what you want with me. Just keep your shorts on. OK?"

This was an offer I couldn't refuse. I simply said "OK!" and left it at that. Then I asked, "Could we lie on your bed?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah."

"OK." She walks towards her bed, and lies down on it.

"Spread your legs a little."  She does, but it isn't enough. I grab her left leg, and move it out a little more. Her beautiful little pussy is now sitting there, waiting for me. I move my hands up her legs, until they are level with her. I reach down, and slide a couple of fingers up and down it. Margaret makes a deep breath, arching her body upwards, trying to push up against my fingers, as I feel her.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

"No, that was ok. Could you do it some more?"

"Some more what?"

"rub me up and down, like you just did, but could you do it faster."

"Sure. Why?"

"It just felt really good, and I think it will be better if you do it faster."

"OK." My hand does move faster. With two fingers, I continuously stroke along the length of her little pussy. She starts breathing heavier now, shouting out "Faster! Faster!" as I do it.

"Soon, my arm is tired, so I decide to try something different. I don't warn her what I'm planning. Just a little something I overheard some of the older boys talking about at school.

My arm is getting tired, and it won't go for much longer. So without stopping, I climb up onto the bed, putting my body between her spread legs. I lower my head down, and the next thing either of us knows, is that my tongue is licking at her cunt. My tongue moves faster than my hand, and with the change of pace, her body's reaction is even greater. With each stroke of my tongue, her body pushes upward. 

She shouts out "What are . . .  WOW! FASTER! FASTER! MORE! MORE! HARDER!

Pretty soon, her body starts shaking uncontrollably. I can't tell what she's shouting. I doubt if she'd even know. After a minute or so, it stops, and she's having trouble breathing. I stop what I'm doing and look up at her.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. What was it you were doing?"

"Licking you. I heard some of the older kids at school talking about it in the bathroom. Something called "eating you out!"

"Wow! Can you do it again?"

"Only if you think you can live through it."

"Maybe we better wait?"

"Yeah. Besides, there are other things I could be doing to you."

"Like what?"

"Like this." I climb up her body, until our faces meet, and I kiss her. Not a very deep kiss, but for my first kiss, ever, with a girl, a fairly good try. She clasps her arms around me as we embrace, pulling me towards her. Soon, I move my face down her chin and towards her neck. She resists this movement, trying to hold our lips together, but I break away. Soon, I reach her chest.

Being ten, she has no tits yet, but her nipples are there, and soon, my mouth has sucked on each of them. Her body reacts to my movements, but not as much as before when I was between her legs.

After awhile, it is clear that nothing like what happen before will be repeated. Although I am loving every minute of it, I soon get too tired to continue. So I stop.

Margaret is not at all happy. "Why are you stopping?"

"I've had enough." I lied. Like I said, I would have liked to continue, but I'd been licking various bits of her now for almost forty minutes, according to the alarm clock next to her bed.

We laid there for ten minutes, neither of us moving. But soon we have to, for her mom and mother would probably be coming home in another hour or so. Margaret gets up off her bed. I follow.

"My beds all wet!" she exclaims. "Where did it come from?"

"You." 

"Really?"

"Yea, when I was, ah , I was, ah, licking you."

"Well we need to clean things up."

"You could probably use some too." I pointed out. The sweat from her body was beginning to dry off.

"Probably. Let's get these sheets into the was first though." And then she surprises me. Without bothering to even put on a bathrobe, she starts stripping the sheets off her bed. I start helping, still wearing only my briefs. We take them downstairs, where she crams them into the washing machine. When she's done, we head back upstairs. "Would you run me a bath please?"

"Sure." I head into the bathroom, and start the tub running. When the water is warm enough, I put in the stopper, and soon it is almost full. While waiting, I've rummaged through the cupboard under the sink, and found a bottle of bubbles. I poured some in, and let a nice layer of foam form on the surface of the steaming water, before I shut off the faucet.

"Bath's ready!" I shout. Unnecessarily, because by then she is standing in the bathroom door. She comes in sees what I did, lets out a small shriek, and gently lowers a toe into the water. Finding the temperature to be ok, she lowers her whole body into the water.

I start washing her body with a cloth I grabbed from the linen cupboard. I move my hand over every inch of her body, washing her. Exploring her. She rolls over, when I need her to. And she has no problems with spreading herself open, to make things easier when necessary. 

All too soon, this glory is over, and she exit's the tub. I dry her off, and follow her into her bedroom. She starts rummaging through her closet, looking for something to wear, before she even bothers to put on so much as a pair of panties. Me. I'm sliding my legs into my pants.

She selects a nice skirt outfit, and a matching pair of underwear. Now I know why she waited for the panties. When we're both dressed we head downstairs. Too late for a snack, since it's to close to our dinners, we head into the living room, and start our homework.

We're almost finished at 6:30, when Mrs. Anderson returns with Michael. She's carrying some shopping, and a bag full of Chinese takeout.

"I called your mother. She said you could stay for dinner. Broccoli chicken ok?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite!" All four of us sit at the kitchen table and eat our dinners. A little sharing takes place, and soon, since Michael has to start his homework, Margaret and I are doing the dishes. As soon as we finish, Mrs. Anderson drives me the three blocks to my house. As we are getting ready to leave, Margaret comes over, and gives me a simple peck on the cheek. "Thanks for staying with me today, James."

"No problem. Just call, if you ever need me again."

"Trust me, it won't be too long."

