By Jeneee
It was now much later in the evening. The sun had set, the hot tub was empty of its hot bodies, jets now silent, cover on for the night — and the party had moved indoors once again to the living room. Soft fluffy towels were draped around two very tired but contented little girls cuddled side by side on the loveseat, as Sharon and I sat together on the couch, sipping wine from yet another bottle of Merlot, glowing in the aftermath of what had been an extraordinary experience with our two young lovers.
In fact, we all had reason to glow. Another telephone call to Pam’s aunt had met no resistance to the suggestion that Pam stay the night with us. In fact her aunt almost sounded relieved that her niece would be out of her hair, leaving her able to indulge in whatever it was she indulged herself when free of her young charge. We assured her she was in good, safe hands — And yes, you can take that both ways, I thought to myself with a giggle as we hung up the phone. Needless to say, Pam was delighted, and the smile on Emily’s face at the news was priceless.
“You can sleep with me in my bed,” she announced to Pam, with a wicked little grin on her cherubic face.
“Well, at least it’s Friday night and you don’t have school tomorrow,” I noted. “Somehow I don’t think you two will be getting much sleep,” I added, laughing. Emily giggled, but Pam yawned.
“Oh, I think we’ll get some sleep, Jen. I’m tired from all the exercise we’ve had today,” grinned Pam. “I’m so happy my aunt let me stay the night.” And she leaned back on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contentedly
“Me too,” giggled Emily. “I can lend you a nightie if you like. Or we can always sleep naked,” she added, with that glint in her eye again, as she snaked her hand underneath Pam’s towel, exploring her soft body once more. My daughter the she-devil, at it again, I thought. She sure takes after her mom.
“Better wear nighties,” Pam said, “in case we have to get up and go pee during the night,” she suggested to Emily. That girl thinks ahead, I thought to myself. I was liking her even more.
“Come on upstairs with me, hon,” I told her as I stood up. “I’ll find one of Emily’s nighties for you.”
And she separated herself from my daughter and followed me out of the room like a little puppy dog. Actually I had an ulterior motive in splitting her from Emily for a moment. We hadn’t had a chance to talk privately since our little session together in the hot tub and I wanted to find out more about her background. She stood next to me, hugging the towel around her, as I searched through Emily’s drawer for some cute PJs for her to wear.
“You seemed to know what you were doing with me — and with Emily — in the hot tub this evening, sweetie,” I remarked. “This wasn’t the first time for you, was it?”
She shuffled her feet slightly as I waited for an answer, another blush creeping over her sweet face. “Not really,” she replied, now looking directly into my eyes. “Are you mad at me, Jen?”
I smiled and hugged her to me as I answered. “No hon, not at all. But I am curious about how you got your experience, as well as what happened to you to cause you to have to stay with your aunt — of whom you seem not to be too fond, I might add. Like I told you before, you don’t have to explain, Pam, but you can understand my curiosity, can’t you?”
She looked down at the floor, hesitantly.
“I’m guessing you and your sister used to, well, play around together. Is that right?” I prompted.
And as Jen’s tears flowed once more I felt like a bit of a heel putting her into this position again, but at the same time, as I told her as I tried to comfort her, she might feel a lot better talking about it. I held her tightly as the sobs slowly died away, and tilted her head up to me, softly wiping her eyes with the corner of her towel, which by now had parted slightly, revealing her beautiful little body to my eager eyes again.
I crouched down and stroked her hair, looking into those moist baby blues of hers while she decided what she was going to tell me.
“I miss my sister so much, Jen,” she blurted out. “She taught me a lot and sort of looked after me when my parents were busy with, you know, with their business.”
“What kind of business was it?” I gently probed.
“Well, they ran a sort of club, you know, where adults could come to have fun and stuff.”
I waited, not pushing her.
She continued. “They had dancers and drinking and stuff like that, and…” she paused again.
“You mean like a night club?” I prompted.
She nodded. “But it was more than that,” she continued. “People did, you know, like, they had sex there too.” She looked at me to see how shocked I might be.
“Is that why your mom and dad were arrested?” I asked.
“Yeah, but, not only that.” And she hugged me again, tearing up once more. “They started having Becky dance there too. You know? My sister.”
That’s when it dawned on me, and I was shocked for the moment, but quickly tried to hide it from Pam.
“Was Becky all right with that, sweetie?” I asked. Was she forced to do that?”
“Oh no, she loved it, everyone cheering her on the way they did when she, you know, took off her clothes.” I held my breath, waiting.
As if sensing my thoughts Pam quickly added, “And no, she never had sex there with anyone, just danced. She only had sex with me. And she’s the one who taught me everything I know.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at that, at least. “How did she start with you, sweetie?” I wanted to know.
Once more she hesitated. “Well, after she finished dancing she always came back to our little room in the back of the club to sleep, while the parties kept going on. It didn’t close until very late so we had a bed in the back.”
“You mean you were at the club too?” I asked, in disbelief, this time not successful at hiding my shock.
She started to cry again. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” she stammered between sobs. “Now you’ll hate me. It wasn’t like I wanted to be there but my mom and dad didn’t want to leave me all night with a babysitter, so they took me with them. The noise usually didn’t bother me so I was able to sleep. Until Becky came back, that is.”
“Aww, hon. I don’t hate you at all. It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. But now I understand why you miss your sister so much, and also why she took off the way she did. She was right, they would have put her in a home, and I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” And I held our sweet new friend closely to me, giving her time to recover once more.
Pam eventually settled down but still clung tightly to me. “Thanks for understanding, Jen. I feel so comfortable here with you, and Emily and Sharon. My aunt didn’t think much of what my parents were doing, especially getting Becky involved that way. My sister told me that one day they were going to get me to dance too and I was a bit afraid of that — whether I’d be any good, I mean. She told me not to worry because I was so cute and everyone would love me.
“She used to cuddle with me in our bed and try to comfort me, and it made me feel so good. Then one night she, well, you know, started explaining all about my body and showing me things, and showing me hers and how I would look when I got older. Before long she was playing with me down there, and it felt so good that I began to look forward to her coming to bed after her show every night.
“Since she has been gone I really miss all that and until tonight, when you played with me, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. And then when Emily started with me, it was like heaven again,” she giggled, seemingly recovering from her previous upset state.
“I think Emily adores you sweetie,” I assured her. “Even if you decide to tell her what you’ve just told me, I’m sure it won’t make one bit of difference to her.”
She smiled at me, then kissed me softly on the lips again. “Thanks Jen, I adore all of you too, and I’m so glad you don’t think badly of me.”
I slid my hands around behind her and cupped her cute little butt cheeks as I returned her kiss. She was so deliciously firm and soft in my hands and I pulled her tightly to me wanting to explore further but resisting the temptation knowing that it was getting late and that Sharon and Emily would be wondering why it was taking so long to find her a nightie. With an enormous amount of will power I reluctantly pulled away, whispering that we had better get back downstairs.
Standing up, I took her hand in mine as she wrapped the towel around her again, grabbed the nightie in my other hand and led her downstairs once more to join Emily and Sharon whom we found curled up together on the couch, Emily apparently asleep on Sharon’s shoulder.
My girlfriend looked at me questioningly, obviously wondering why it had taken us so long to find some PJs for Pam, but not wanting to move in case she disturbed Emily. I gave her my ‘tell you later’ glance and she nodded.
Pam smiled when she saw her new friend and whispered, “I told you we’d sleep tonight, didn’t I, Jen? Emily is as tired as I am.”
She then looked at both of us, dropped her towel onto the floor with a mischievous grin on her face and seemed to take her own sweet time pulling the nightie over her head to cover herself. Hmm, a little show for our benefit? I mused to myself as the hem finally slid down to cover her sweet and prominently puffy pussy from our view. Somehow, I thought we’d be seeing much more of her charms in the not-too-distant future.
Sharon gently lifted the sleeping Emily into her arms and the four of us slowly and quietly climbed the stairs once more, Pam still clinging to my hand. As we tucked the girls into Emily’s bed, Pam snuggled closely to her new friend who hadn’t awakened, and, sliding an arm around her, smiled at us before closing her eyes to what would undoubtedly be the sweetest of dreams.
I turned off the light on the table beside their bed, slipped my arm around Sharon’s waist and led her to our room, preparing to fill her in on all the latest news I had learned from Emily’s, and our, new girlfriend. An eventful day in our lives was finally winding down, promising an even more exciting weekend to follow.
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