By Louisa May
“Get dressed in the bathroom!” I whispered. I grabbed my robe.
Another knock. “Jooo-leee! I know you’re in there…” It was Mary, Julie’s little ballerina friend. Little Mary Sunshine, I called her. She was a dark little bundle of mischievous energy, Rhoda to Julie’s Mary Tyler Moore.
“Just a second!” I tugged the bedspread into a fairly presentable mess, and opened the door.
There she was, holding a cup of bubbly and grinning to beat the band. She ambled in, almost strutting, her butt, in a pair of racy red short-shorts, sashaying like a stripper’s. She took a sip of her brew and turned to me. “Whatchoo guys doin’?”
I closed the door. “Is that champagne, Mary?”
“Yepsie-doodle.” She held it up. “Lynn got a whole bottle for our room!”
“Hmm.” I approached her, keeping my eye out for stray evidence. “I don’t know if you should be having much more of that, sunshine.”
She was sniffing, loudly. “It smells funny in here.”
“Does it?” It did probably reek of our previous passions.
“Uh-huh… smells like my mom’s room after her boyfriend left.” She eyed me impishly.
“Hmm.” Yike. “What does your mom do?” This was getting a little dangerous.
“She’s a nurse.” Mary took another sip and toyed with my sketches on the table. The bathroom door opened and Julie entered. The darling’s signature blush didn’t help the situation. That and her lush blond hair, which was somewhat… mussed.
“Hi…” she said weakly.
Mary looked her over. “Hi yourself.” There was an intriguing silence as Mary looked at me, then back at Julie. “Were you guys doin’ it?”
Julie’s mouth just opened.
“What do you mean by that, Mary?”
She looked at me straight, that knowing smile still on her elfin face.
“You know…”
“I could get in a whole lot of trouble if you mean what I think you mean.”
She wagged her hips, enjoying her moment of power. “Well, I wouldn’t SAY anything… if you’re saying what I think you think I mean.” She giggled, and took a sip.
“Mary…” Julie really was a cute little mess. Terrible liar, I should imagine.
Mary leaned in to her friend and stage-whispered: “I can’t believe you got what you wanted.”
Julie’s eyes widened. “Mary–” She grabbed Mary’s thin wrist.
Mary was gleeful. She turned to me. “We told each other our secret secret secrets, and Jool’s–”
“NO, Mary, don’t!” As she tried to wrap a hand around her friend’s mouth.
Mary squealed, squirming out of her friend’s grasp. “–Jool’s was that she hoped Nora would make a pass at her!” Her drink went flying. “Yaah!”
“Okay, okay, you two…” and I picked up the cup and grabbed a towel. The girls stood, chastened. Somewhat. Mary still had that devilish gleam in her eye, and Julie… well, she was dealing with a lot of new stuff.
“I can’t believe you said that. It was secret. Like secret?”
“Well…” Mary stood flexing her toes. “You guys are doing secret stuff.”
She watched me as I swabbed the champagne. A little smile lit her face, then she stuck her tongue out. Such an intriguing imp!
I stood. “You are one sassy sunshine girl, aren’t you?”
She answered with that two-hand butterchurn dance. “Uh-huhh, I’m sassy… that’s right… I’m nasty…” and she broke herself up, and turned her firm little butt towards me. “What you gonna do, spank me?”
“Well,” as I turned to an interested Julie, “I just might at that. What do you think, Miss Julie?”
She smiled grimly. “Absolutely.” And the sassy intruder’s reaction was anything but concerned. She grinned, her tongue out, and continued wiggling that unusually mature little bottom at us. “Go ahead, if you want. I can take it, oh yeah.”
My mind was racing, as was my blood. Was this really happening? Not only was near calamity averted, but young Mary did indeed seem to be welcoming the same deep adventure her friend had just experienced. Did she know what she was possibly in for? I doubted it. But I also knew that that very fact was part of the intense allure to her.
I laid my hands on her small shoulders. She looked up at me, fearless, nodding. I turned to Julie. “Over my lap?”
“Oh, yes.” She was quite getting into this now.
And as I shuffled up onto the head of the bed, Mary muttered to her friend, almost off-handedly, “…do everything you guys did.”
I looked at Julie, and as we slid the giggling girl onto my lap, feet towards Julie, I asked, “you sure?”
Her head, which was almost hanging over the other side of the bed, rose and turned towards Julie. She nodded. “Secret, shhh…” She giggled, and resumed her position.
And what a position. My lord. Look at this… gift in my lap. Such a defined little bottom: small, as an 11-year-old girl’s would be, yet not as small as one would imagine; almost like an older, athletic teen’s fit butt in miniature. A slight flaring of the hips, and a jutting hub of delightful roundness, divided perfectly by a purely placed crack. Her shorts hugged her form, and moved with her as she squirmed, squeezing those cheery cheeks at each brave breath.
I looked at Julie standing by the bed, and sent an air kiss. She made a grabbing motion and placed her hand at her crotch, grinning and blushing. Wow. “Any suggestions?” I asked her.
“Well,” she assumed a professorial air, “you know, she told me a secret Secret secret, too…”
From my right came a murmured, “hey…”
“Oh, yes?”
“Yes. And you know what?”
“What, Doctor?”
“Well… she said she liked to touch her heinie.” Julie looked at me meaningfully.
“Really?” I laid a palm on one cheek. It quivered. Warm. “Is this true?” I asked it.
“Uh-huh…” came the small voice. Her butt gave a little wiggle in my hand.
“When I was seven, my babysitter used to give me heinie rubs–”
“Heinie rubs? Like this?” And I began caressing the cheeks, smoothing my hand over the cloth.
“Uh-huhh…” Mary’s butt rose slightly to push itself against my moving hand. “And… and sometimes she touched my hole… umm…”
“Yeah, ’cause she said she liked to touch her heinie hole, too.” Julie had sat herself on the bed, closer to the action. She watched fascinated as Mary’s bottom writhed slowly under my hand.
“You do?”
“Yeah…”
“Hmmm…” During my handling, my fingers stroked her crack, and I could feel her little bottom try to open itself to me. “Well… maybe we should take these shorts off so we could see about that.” I looked at Julie, who nodded, expectant.
“Lift up, sunshine.” And she did, her lithe butt rising almost perpendicular to her lower back. I tucked my fingers into her waistband and drew the red shorts down. “I guess we can save the spanking ’til later…”
Julie’s mouth hung half-open as she watched her friend’s bare bottom be uncovered. It was beautiful. Soft, muscular, and sexy as hell.
I watched Julie’s face. “What do you think of it?” I touched Mary’s buttcheek lightly. The cheeks contracted. Julie’s face flushed.
She nodded. I touched Julie’s chin. “Tell her what you think.”
Julie looked at me. I nodded. She cleared her throat. “Your bottom is so pretty, Mary.”
The bottom wiggled slightly, and her friend’s small voice answered, “why thank you, Jool. And my bottom thanks you too.” She giggled, and her cheeks squeezed together twice.
“Here,” I murmured, and took Julie’s hand. “Feel.” I brought her hand to Mary’s butt.
She took a breath, smiled, and laid the hand on her friend’s bare bottom. She caressed it softly. “So warm,” she breathed to me.
Mary turned her head. “Oooh, Jool, you’re touching my butt.” And her cheeks moved slowly, welcoming. I noticed, too, her coltish legs move apart a bit. “Touch my heinie hole.”
Julie again looked at me. I put both hands on Mary’s soft ass and gently pried her apart. Julie’s eyes widened as her friend’s little dark jewel was revealed. Perfect, tan-haloed patch centered by the rubber-ringed hole, dark and glistening.
“Go ahead,” I murmured, and Julie’s small finger quivered slightly as it slid towards the hole. Mary’s hips rose again.
The touch seemed almost electric to Mary, as I watched her friend’s finger touch her most secret place. She let out a low, “ooooh…” and it was very exciting to see the little asshole actually pooch out to grab Julie’s questing digit.
“Yeah… move it around, Jool…” as Mary’s butt gyrated in heat. And Julie complied, circling her friend’s heinie hole, pressing and worrying the little ring as Mary, began breathing more heavily, and making little grunty noises.
“You like that, honey?” I kneaded the cheeks I held open.
“Uh-huhhh… mmmnnn, yeah-HUHhh…!” And her hips were now as far up as she could push.
“Julie,” I whispered, “put that finger in my mouth.” And with eyes wide, she did. I sucked, smiling, and slathered the finger with my saliva. “Mmmm… now just push it into her hole, honey.”
“IN?”
Mary’s voice was clear. “YES, In! Put it in my butthole!”
And so Julie took her wetted finger and, laying it on the shiny, quivering hole, she slowly sank it in.
“OHHH, Yeahhh, Joooool, that is so…!! MMMmmmmnnn!!!”
And I watched Mary really start to explode here. Amazing, just from anal manipulation. I thought I’d add some spice. I worked my fingers under Julie’s ministering hand, and ran them up and along Mary’s slick, soft pussy slit.
“Oh! Ohhh! I’m… OHhhh, God, I don’t… mmmMMMMMmmMM, ooooooOOoohhh!!!”
And little Mary just spasmed, her body writhing madly on my lap, helpless and abandoned under our fingers. Her arms, her hands thrashed and grabbed at sheets, pillows, blankets, her own body… she came hard, loudly. I hoped no one was out in the hallway…
Continue on to Chapter 4
Very hot story