Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2007 }

“Mommy, Mommy, can we go into the hot tub? Puleeeeease!”

These were the first words out of the mouth of my eight year old daughter, Emily, as she came charging through the side door of the kitchen, screen banging behind her, and a shy looking girl of about the same age, whom I had never seen before, tagging along beside her.

“Whoa, sweetie,” I laughed. “Slow down. Who is your friend?” I asked, as I glanced at her over my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, this is Pam, she’s my new best friend at school. Started today.” I smiled to myself, thinking: Best friends in one day? Don’t you just love kids.

My hands were deep in the sink washing dishes, but I reached for a nearby towel and dried them quickly, walked up to Pam and shook her soft little hand as I looked into her deep blue eyes. She had long, wavy blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and was wearing a flowery blue dress that wasn’t exactly the kind of outfit that most of the girls wore to Emily’s school, and I suspected her mom would dress her a little differently the next day once she found out. In contrast, Emily was wearing her favorite baggy beige pants that were a little too loose on her and bared her cute belly button, a short black tee on top.

“Pleased to meet you Pam. And welcome to our home.” She blushed. I don’t think she was expecting that kind of greeting.

“Hi,” she managed, before glancing down at her feet. Oh well, Emily would soon get her out of her shell if I knew my daughter.

“Mom, can we, puleeease? I told Pam we had a hot tub and she’s never been in one before,” Emily pleaded, with that hard to refuse look on her cute face.

“I suppose it will be okay,” I replied. “Run along upstairs and get changed.” Emily shrieked and charged from the room with Pam glancing at me behind her, as if waiting for permission from me.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you can go too,” I told her, watching a sweet smile form on her face as she left the kitchen mouthing ‘thanks.’

I wonder what kind of home life she has? I found myself musing, as she followed Emily upstairs. She seemed very reserved, unlike most of Emily’s friends who seemed to think they were part of our family whenever they visited. It wasn’t unusual for them to stay for dinner, or even for a weekend sleepover if their parents allowed. I sometimes felt like their mom away from home.

As I returned to the dishes Emily yelled down to me from the top of the stairs. “Mom, Pam doesn’t have anything to wear in the hot tub. Can I lend her one of my bathing suits, or can we just go in in our undies?” Drying my hands yet again, I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Emily who had already stripped to her panties and was peering down at me.

It doesn’t really matter, sweetie,” I replied. “But the only other bathing suit you have would probably be too small for Pam since you wore it last summer, and it was already getting too tight for you then, remember? That’s why we bought you a new one this spring.”

“Okay, then we’ll just have to go in our undies,” she replied, and ran back into her bedroom again. I returned to my dishes once more, glancing through the window to make sure the hot tub was still uncovered. My girlfriend and I had used it the night before and had forgotten to cover it when we came in. I thought she might have done it this morning before she left, but she hadn’t. I smiled, remembering that she had left in such a hurry. I’d kept her in bed as long as I could and she was frantic about being late for work when I finally let her go, pissed at me, but happy all the same.

Suddenly the thumping of little feet pounding down the staircase brought me back to the present and two little girls streaked past me, naked except for their panties, through the kitchen door and out onto the back porch where I heard them screech as they splashed into the hot tub. Their giggles swept through the kitchen window, followed by shrieks as they splashed one another gleefully. Well, I thought, Pam has sure come out of her shell quickly.

I soon finished my kitchen chores and went outside to see how they were both doing, finding them both sprawled out side by side, with only their heads above the surface of the water. By now, Emily had turned on the jets and the surface was clouded with bubbles, hiding the rest of their bodies from me.

“So, Pam, how do you like being in a hot tub?” I asked, crouching down beside them.

“Mmmm, it feels so great. I wish we had one at home,” she replied, closing her eyes and kicking her feet in the water.

“Hey, you kicked me,” Emily wailed, splashing Pam who giggled and kicked at her again. Emily splashed her back and soon both girls’ faces were soaked, hair plastered to their bodies, squirming together in the water.

“You’re welcome to come over anytime,” I told Pam, amid the screeching. “You seem to fit right in here,” I laughed, and started to walk away back into the house.

“Come in with us, Mom,” Emily yelled after me. “Only you have to wear your undies too, so we’re all equal,” she added, laughing. Pam giggled and punched Emily in the shoulder for being so outspoken.

“Can we get something to drink, Mom?” she added, before I could answer.

“You’ll have to get it yourself while I change. There’s juice and soda in the fridge if you like.”

“Ooooh, so you are coming in with us then, yeah, yeah!” she chanted, climbing out of the water to fetch some drinks for them from the kitchen. I watched as she ran by me — Never walk when you can run at that age, I thought — water dripping from her, panties clinging tightly to her slim body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I turned and smiled once more at Pam before following Emily inside, wondering what I should really wear in the hot tub, not sure that I should just be in my panties and bra with a new girlfriend of my daughter. What might she tell her parents?

I followed Emily into the kitchen. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator deciding what to take, finally selecting a couple of sodas for her and Pam. “What are you going to have, Mom?” she asked.

“I’ll just grab a glass of wine when I come back down, sweetie,” I replied, smiling at my now shivering wet girl. Her panties had slipped inside her slit a little and clung tightly, showing off her puffy girlish mound. I hugged her to me, cupping her little bum as I kissed her cheek.

“I like your new friend. She seems really sweet, hon. Hope you stay friends with her.”

“Yeah, she’s fun Mommy, and I think she likes you too,” she smiled, pulling away from me and giggling at my now wet clothes from hugging her so closely. “So, what you gonna wear, Mom?” she asked slyly. She’d seen me in my undies many times of course, even naked once in a while, but she didn’t know if I’d be so open with Pam there.

“You’ll see,” I teased. “Now run along before Pam wonders what happened to you.” And off she ran, screen door slamming behind her as usual. I climbed the stairs to my room, deciding, What the hell, it’s only underwear, and it covers as much of me as my bathing suit anyway. Anything to give the girls a giggle.

I took off my shorts and top and left them on the bed. As I reached the kitchen I went to the wine rack and selected a red Merlot, pouring some into one of the plastic wine glasses we had bought especially for use in the hot tub. Armed with my wine, and dressed in only my bikini panties and bra, I slipped through the kitchen door and joined the girls beside the hot tub. Our yard was quite sheltered from the neighbors so we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes, something my girlfriend and I took advantage of frequently when we ‘tubbed’ naked.

I noticed Pam staring at me as I appeared, and again I wondered if I should have put on my bathing suit. When she caught my eye, she quickly averted hers and I thought I even detected a slight blush, but it was hard to tell for sure because both girls were glowing from the heat of the tub. I placed the wine glass on the deck and climbed into the tub beside the two young girls, feeling the warmth of the water wrap cozily around me.

“So, how do you like your first time in a hot tub, Pam?”

“It’s so nice, and I love the bubbles,” she smiled back. “I’ve got a jet right behind me and it’s, like, massaging my back,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” added Emily, “you can squirm around and get massaged anywhere if you like,” sneaking a peek at me as if she knew I knew what she meant.

I wonder what she knows? I thought to myself. She been spying on me? My girlfriend and I are pretty skilled at ‘getting jetted,’ as we refer to it. My clit just loves the feeling, and I’ve experienced orgasms many times, either together with her or by myself. I even had one once when Emily and I were in the tub together one day. I had to restrain my usual exuberance with her present, but she noticed my closed eyes and flushed face and asked me if I was okay. I’d told her I was fine, just relaxing, and she seemed to be satisfied. But not half as satisfied as I was. Now I wondered if she knew all along.

Pam giggled at Emily’s comment, and this time I was certain she blushed. I took a sip of my wine and began to wonder just how much she and my daughter knew about the pleasures of sex. Little did I know then that I was soon to find out.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Jeneee

After a while of laughing along with the girls, sipping my wine, and generally having a relaxing time in the tub I began to think about what to plan for dinner. My girlfriend would be eating with us, as she usually did, and probably staying the night again. Emily was used to our relationship now, and understood, in her own way, that it was okay for Mommy to have a girlfriend for company, since her father had left us high and dry for an eighteen year old girl he had met at a bar last year. I met her once and she had bigger boobs than me. If that was important to him, he could have her for all I cared. He was lousy in bed with me anyway — in and out, and then out like a light.

Poor Emily had told him she hated him once she found out what he’d done. She had loved her daddy so much and felt completely abandoned by him. In fact, she said she hated all men after I tried to explain that what her daddy did was something some other daddies did to their families as well. It certainly wasn’t anything she or Mommy had done that made him leave. I realize now that I was a bit harsh on men in general at the time, and sorry that I appeared to have turned my daughter so strongly against the opposite sex, but when I explained that Sharon, my girlfriend, was keeping Mommy company in place of Daddy she seemed to accept that, and grew to like her. In fact it was not unusual for her to jump on Sharon now when she visited — which was just about every day now — and give her a big tight hug, not wanting to let go. She’d even asked her if she was ever going to leave us like her daddy did, and Sharon assured her she would be our friend as long as we wanted her.

“Forever,” Emily had replied, tightening her grasp around Sharon’s waist and closing her eyes. “I want you to stay forever, Sharon.” Sharon then knelt down in front of Emily and told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. And then she surprised both me and Emily by giving her a gentle kiss on her lips and saying, “I love you too, sweetie. I’ll stay as long as you and your mommy want me.” Emily had then flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and kissed her back on her lips, a kiss from which neither seemed too anxious to break.

“Uhum,” I had finally said, “I hate to break up this tender moment, but can I share in this too?” To which both had laughed and Emily had run to me, and with the same exuberance, kissed me in the same way. “I love you, Mommy,” she assured me, and ran off to her room, happy as a lark.

“Well, that seems to have settled that,” I’d said to Sharon. And since that day we had been one happy family. The only bone of contention that remained was that Sharon still had her own apartment. “Just in case you and Emily need some time to yourselves,” she explained. “Then at least I have a place to spend time alone too.” I didn’t complain too much, but didn’t feel it was necessary.

I was soon brought out of my musing by Pam who suddenly announced, “I have to pee, where’s your bathroom?”

“I’ll show you,” squealed Emily, jumping out of the tub, almost losing her panties in the process.

“Oooops,” she laughed as she grabbed the waistband and pulled them up, a little too snugly it turned out, as the crotch slipped into her little slit. Wet panties seem to have a mind of their own.

Then Pamela climbed out and I was amazed to see that her panties were now transparent, hiding nothing of her girlish charms. And what gorgeous little charms they were.

“I can see your cunny, I can see your cunny,” Emily chanted as she turned to take Pam’s hand, ready to lead her through the kitchen to the bathroom.

I laughed at both of them. “Now, don’t be mean to Pam, Emily. You panties are soaked too. That’s what happens when they get wet.”

“I know Mommy, but it’s still funny ‘cause you can see right through hers.” Once again I was sure Pam was blushing as her free hand automatically slipped down in front of her to try to cover up.

“Now run off and show Pam where to go, otherwise she might have an accident,” I ordered Emily, trying to put an end to Pam’s predicament.

“Wouldn’t make any difference anyway,” Emily laughed. “They couldn’t get any wetter.”

“Emily!” I scolded, and she stuck out her tongue and turned, dragging poor Pam behind her.

Honestly, my daughter, I thought to myself. But I couldn’t help smiling at her directness. Better than being prudish, I concluded. Climbing from the hot tub, I grabbed a towel, drying myself off as best I could before going into the kitchen. Looking down, I saw that my wet panties weren’t exactly opaque either, and neither was my bra, and I laughed, wondering how Emily would react to that in front of Pam. As I passed the bathroom door on my way upstairs, all I could hear were giggles and squeals from inside. I shook my head smiling, and went up to my room, happy that Emily had found another friend to share her young life. And such a cute friend too, I found myself thinking. I almost blushed myself, picturing Pam’s plump pussy lips revealed through her thin panties. Oh my, what a delicious sight that had been, and I unconsciously licked my lips.

I removed my wet underwear and went into the upstairs bathroom to take a quick shower before making dinner. I couldn’t get the sight of Pam from my mind, and chided myself that she was only eight years old and I shouldn’t get turned on by such a young girl. But there was something about her that made me think she was a very mature eight year old, and I found my fingers gently caressing my clit as I soaped myself, excitement building toward the unavoidable climax that I knew was only moments away. Visions of her puffy pussy filled my mind as I orgasmed, envisioning tasting her delicate wetness with long, slow licks.

As I came down from my pinnacle I felt a little guilty about what had just happened, but before I could dwell on it I heard, “Mommy, can Pam stay for dinner?” being yelled through the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute, sweetie. Just hold on.”

I finished drying myself with a fluffy towel and, wrapping another one around me, I left the bathroom and headed to my bedroom to get dressed. Emily and Pam were both waiting for me in the hallway, and my daughter repeated her request before I reached the bedroom.

“Would your parents mind if you stayed for dinner, Pam?” I asked, clutching the top of the towel over my breasts.

“I live with my aunt and she’ll be cool with it, I think,” she replied. I noticed she was back in her flowery dress again, and I found myself wondering about her wet panties.

“Why don’t you go phone her just to make sure,” I suggested. “There’s a phone in my bedroom,” I added, pointing to the door down the hallway.

“Okay,” she replied and we all headed through the doorway. I showed her the phone on the table beside my big queen-sized bed and she walked over and picked it up, sitting down on the bed beside the table. Emily plopped down beside her as Pam called her aunt, whispering, “Please say yes, please say yes.” Because of the way Pam was sitting on the bed, dress scrunched up and legs slightly askew, I then knew what had happened to her wet panties. She’d obviously left them in the downstairs bathroom to dry. I gasped as I looked up her dress, taking in the sight of her naked pussy, the object of my last orgasm, and found myself unable to look away.

Emily was back in her baggy beige pants, most likely pantyless too, and then I remembered the giggles I’d heard from the bathroom on the way up. I tried to concentrate on what Pam was saying to her aunt but all I remember was, “Bye auntie, thanks, see you later,” and “She says it’s okay for me to stay for dinner.” A big smile formed on her pretty face.

“Th…that’s great, Pam,” I stammered, finally tearing my eyes from her pussy with great difficulty. “That’s great.” I managed a smile as I met her gaze and she dropped her eyes, closing her legs quickly and pulling down her dress. She must have realized what I’d seen, and there was that blush again.

“Yeah, that’s great Pam. It will give your panties time to dry too,” Emily giggled, jabbing her in the arm with her elbow. Pam’s blush deepened even more and I told both girls to drop their wet undies in the drier downstairs for a few minutes when they went downstairs.

“Sure, Mom,” Emily laughed, “but we don’t need them right now anyway.” More giggles.

“Well, put them in anyway and give me a chance to get dressed so I can make dinner,” I replied.

I hadn’t noticed, but during this conversation I had unconsciously tightened my towel across my breasts, the consequence being that it had ridden up and the next thing I heard was, “We can see your cunny, we can see your cunny,” from the mouth of my now very outspoken daughter. Pam’s eyes were fastened to the bottom of my towel and she was gazing intently at my pussy, blushing furiously as my daughter’s taunts filled the air.

Hastily I tried to drop the towel a bit as I laughed at her outburst and tried firmly to say, “Out, out you two. Downstairs!” I commanded. “I’ll be down shortly.”

But once again my daughter had me laughing quietly to myself at her cheeky boldness. I quickly put on clean panties, pulled on my shorts and tee — not bothering with a bra — and made my way back downstairs to see what I could prepare for dinner. Somehow I thought we were in for an interesting evening.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Jeneee

“Do you like pasta, Pam?” I called out from the kitchen to the family room where the girls had settled in front of the television to watch a movie.

“Yes, Mrs. Samuel, my aunt often cooks that for us at home. What kind are you making?” she asked as she came through the kitchen door to see me.

“Angle hair, with mushrooms and meat sauce,” I replied. “And you can call me Jen if you like, sweetie. All of Emily’s friends do, so you don’t have to be that formal around here,” I added, smiling at her. “After all, we’ve all been in the hot tub together in our undies, so I think we can be on a first name basis now, don’t you?” Pam giggled and nodded her head.

“Did you girls put your panties in the dryer, by the way?” I asked, as she turned to go back to the family room.

“Oops, no, we forgot. Sorry Mrs… I mean Jen,” she replied, adding one more blush to her collection.

“Please ask Emily to do that when you go back in hon. Have to make sure they are dry before you go home after dinner. What would your aunt say if you came home carrying wet panties?” I laughed. “She’d wonder what kind of new friends you had made.”

“Okay.” And she disappeared back into the family room. Just then I heard the front door open and knew my girlfriend had returned from work.

“Sharon, I’m in the kitchen,” I yelled.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she exclaimed as she peeked in through the door. “You’re making pasta. Yummy.” And walking up behind me she slid her arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

“Sharon!” screeched Emily, hearing my girlfriend was now home. “You’re here,” she cried, running into the kitchen and hugging her tightly from the back. “I’ve got someone for you to meet. Pa…a… am, come into the kitchen and meet Sharon,” she yelled into the family room. “This is Pam, she’s my new girlfriend,” she explained to Sharon, as Pam walked into the room.

“New girlfriend? That’s great. Now you and your mom both have girlfriends,” she winked. Emily giggled. “Well hi, Pam. You staying for dinner?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, er…Sharon?”

“You too. And yes, you can call me Sharon. I live here pretty much all the time now.”

“Uhuh, Emily’s told me about you…and Jen,” she blushed again. “You’re her girlfriend?”

Sharon laughed. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend, aren’t you baby?” She smiled at me, hugging me again and giving me a kiss on the lips.

Emily nudged Pam on the arm and whispered, “See, told you.”

“Mmm,” I managed, not wanting to let go. “But you’d better let me get back to this pasta before it boils dry,” I added. “Go join the girls in the family room for a bit. There’s a new bottle of red wine I opened today on the table. Grab a glass and help yourself.” And Emily grabbed Sharon’s free hand and started to tug her away toward the family room.

“Hold on sweetie,” Sharon told her, laughing at her eagerness. “I have to freshen up a bit from work.” And she detoured toward the bathroom. “I’ll join you girls in a few minutes, okay?”

I went back to preparing dinner, slicing up the huge mushrooms I’d bought at the market and then mixing them in with the ground beef and tomato sauce that was sizzling away in a pan. It was starting to smell great and I hoped I had enough to feed all four of us.

I was almost ready to call everyone in to eat when Sharon came back from the bathroom asking, “And just what are these?”

I turned around and saw her holding up two pairs of damp little girl’s panties from her hands, with an inquisitive look on her face.

“Oh, that Emily!” I grumbled. “I told her several times to put them in the dryer. We were all in the hot tub this afternoon and Pam didn’t have a suit, so they both wore just their panties.”

“Hmm,” she laughed, “and just what did you wear, might I ask?”

I giggled. “Panties and a bra.”

“Well, you must have all had fun. I’m jealous,” she pouted. “So, what do I do with these?” she asked, waving the girls’ undies in the air.

“Be a sweetheart and put them in the dryer, will you? Pam’s got to be able to wear them to go home tonight.”

“What’s she wearing now?” she asked, smirking a bit, “…under that cute little dress of hers,” she added.

I giggled again. “Nothing.”

“And what about that daughter of yours?”

“I suspect she is naked under her baggy pants too,” I told her.

We both laughed. “Sounds like we’re going to have dinner with a couple of young tarts tonight,” Sharon said.

And, as if on cue, the two aforementioned young tarts came rushing into the kitchen asking if everything was ready, and why hadn’t Sharon come in to join them, and what are you doing with our und…

“Ooops, I forgot to put them in the dryer Mom, sorry,” Emily said, looking slightly abashed.

“So, I hear you two are half naked under your clothes,” Sharon teased, again waving their panties in the air.

“If you keep waving them like that,” Emily said, regaining her usual outspoken manner, “they will dry by themselves.” She reached up and tried to grab them from Sharon.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sharon laughed, raising them higher and out of her reach.

“Sharon wants to keep our undies, Mommy,” Emily giggled, turning toward me. “Sharon likes little girl’s panties, Sharon likes little girl’s panties,” she chanted, dancing around the kitchen floor, waving her arms in the air and swiveling her hips like an erotic dancer. Her baggy pants looked like they would soon fall completely down if she wasn’t careful. The top of her girlish mound was already on display and I was holding my breath.

Throughout all of this Pam had stood watching with a look on her face alternating between disbelief and embarrassment, coupled with an urge to giggle, which she wasn’t sure she should do, and tried to suppress.

I couldn’t hold off any longer because the dinner was ready, and pasta gets so sticky if it sits around, so I chimed in, “Okay everyone, settle down, let’s get to the table and I’ll put your undies in the dryer myself.” Grabbing them from Sharon, I pointed to the table and commanded, “Sit, everyone!” in my fiercest tone of voice, which of course was nowhere near as fierce as it should have been as I was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Well, at least I’ve got pants on,” Emily just had to add. Barely, I thought to myself. “Pam’s naked underneath, aren’t you Pam? See.” And before Pam could do anything about it, Emily had quickly lifted the hem of Pam’s dress and pulled it up above her waist, showing off her pretty pussy for all of us to see.

Poor Pam was instantly devastated and blushed fiercely as both Sharon and I froze in disbelief at my daughter’s boldness, but took in all of Pam’s charms just the same. It was hard not to look at such a beautiful sight. I quickly tried to come to Pam’s rescue and pushed her dress back down and out of the grasp of Emily’s hand, hugging Pam to me and softly telling her not to be embarrassed at the behavior of her new friend.

“She only did that because she’s really fond of you, sweetie,” I whispered into her ear, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, and her heart pounding in her chest. “We really are a fun family and she didn’t mean to hurt you. Will you forgive her?”

“Thanks, Jen,” she murmured, hiding her face against me. “I know she didn’t mean any harm. It will just take me a while to get used to you lot, that’s all,” she added, finally looking up at me, a trace of a tear in the corner of her eye. And she hugged me back tightly. “I really do like you all so much already, you know,” she whispered. “You are so much fun to be with.” And she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I bent down to softly stroke her hair.

Meanwhile, Sharon had been scolding Emily for her outlandish behavior, and neither of them was able to overhear my conversation with Pam. Whatever Sharon had said to Emily though, and I’d find out later, caused her to come over to Pam and hold out her arms, into which Pam easily slipped, and the two of them hugged.

“I’m sorry Pam, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just do things like that without thinking sometimes,” Emily apologized, sounding really chastised.

“That’s okay,” her new friend replied. “I was just surprised that’s all. But I still love you, Emily.” And she gave my little girl a kiss on her lips that had both me and Sharon staring in wonder. “I know we’re going to be good friends and thanks for being the only girl in the class to talk to me today. I think everyone else was making fun of my dress, but I’m so used to dressing like that at the school I went to before we moved here.” And she gave her another quick kiss on the lips as if to emphasize that Emily was forgiven.

Emily sighed thankfully and then started to giggle again. “Thanks Pam, you kiss great.” And she hugged her new girlfriend again, this time squeezing her little butt cheeks through her dress, and pulling her tightly to her once more.

Pam blushed yet again, but then smiled saying, “Oh you are such a little devil, Emily! But I love devils.” And they both giggled, turned and marched to the dinner table hand in hand, sitting down to eat, leaving me still holding their damp but now slowly drying panties in my hands.

You gotta just love little girls, I thought to myself, as I finally reached the dryer and dropped in their undies, and then headed back to rejoin the party in the kitchen.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Jeneee

“Yummy, Mommy,” Emily said, munching on a mouthful of pasta as I returned to the dining room after dropping the girls’ panties in the dryer.

“Thank you sweetie,” I replied, sitting down beside Pam at the table. Sharon and Pam both had mouths full and could only nod in agreement. My girlfriend had already poured me a glass of wine so I took a long sip before picking up my fork and joining the other gourmets in the feast. Looking at Pam to my left in her pretty flowered dress and eating pasta smothered with tomato sauce suddenly made me realize that I’d better get a napkin for her to protect her clothing against the inevitable spills that would surely land down her front or on her lap.

Placing a big white napkin on her and tucking it in at her neck I explained, “We don’t want to have to wash your dress too before you go home, sweetie. Who knows what tricks Emily would play on you while we were waiting for that to dry?” I added with a wink. She giggled, and Emily managed a smirk that almost sprayed tomato sauce over everyone.

“Yeah, I’d think of something,” she teased. “We could always go back into the hot tub while your dress was drying. Hey,” she added, “come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea. Sharon could come too…in her undies, of course,” she added with a gleeful look on her face. More giggles from the girls.

“You got a thing about undies all of a sudden, Emily?” Sharon laughed. “If you like, we could all strip down to our panties right now and finish dinner half naked,” she teased. “Would that satisfy your curiosity?”

Emily shrieked with laughter. “Ooops, then Pam would be naked altogether,” she added, remembering and looking across the table at her new friend for some kind of reaction. All Pam did was to stick out her tongue at Emily — a tongue, I noticed, that was now bright red with tomato sauce.

“At least then I wouldn’t have to wear a napkin. The sauce would land right on my bare skin,” she said.

“Yeah, and we could all lick it off,” chimed in Sharon, jumping into this game of words.

Emily squealed in delight at Sharon’s comment and yelled, “Me first! Me first! She’s my girlfriend!”

“No way,” I teased. “I’m the closest.” Pam looked like she was going to choke as tomato sauce ran down from the side of her mouth and dripped onto the well placed napkin covering the front of her dress. As she looked over at me to see if I was joking, I winked at her playfully again, leaving her wondering, I’m sure, if I really would do it.

And, I thought to myself naughtily, I probably would.

This type of playful bantering continued throughout the remainder of the meal until finally everyone was stuffed, and Sharon and I had polished off the whole bottle of wine between us.

“So Pam, tell us about your aunt and how you came to move here,” suggested Sharon, as we settled down in the living room after clearing off the kitchen table. The dishes could wait until later, I decided, after we’d stacked them beside the sink.

Pam had coiled up on the couch beside me with her legs tucked under her — careful, I noticed, to make sure that her dress was covering her properly. Emily and Sharon were parked across from us on our well used loveseat, snuggled together, Emily’s head on Sharon’s shoulder. I was so happy that both of them had bonded so well in the months following my husband’s departure. They now almost seemed inseparable.

We all sat waiting expectantly for Pam’s reply. It took her a few moments to decide how to answer and it wasn’t too long before we all understood why.

“Well, my aunt has always lived in this city, and after my parents sort of had some problems I was kinda shipped off to live with her,” she finally explained, a little hesitantly.

“What sort of problems, hon?” I asked. “You don’t have to tell us if it’s private, you know,” I added, wondering if we were prying into something she was uncomfortable discussing.

“Well, they got arrested and sent to prison,” she blurted out, and then burst into tears.

“Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” I replied, throwing an arm around her and hugging her to me, as Sharon and Emily both looked on with somewhat shocked looks on their faces. Now I regretted asking her, but it was too late to take it back.

After a few shuddering sobs in my arms, she calmed down a little and looked up at me with tearful eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry like this in front of you all, but being here is like having a family again, and I’ve missed that so much. My aunt didn’t really want to take me in, I’m sure, but I guess she felt she had no choice since there was nowhere else I could go, except foster care. She’s single, never got married, and has her own life to live and I guess I kinda get in the way. That’s why I knew she wouldn’t mind me staying here for dinner, just to give her some time to herself and her friends. She’s an artist and also teaches privately, so she’s always busy with some get together or other. Sometimes she has to drag me along with her which bores me to death. And on top of that, she’s a lesbian and has this girlfriend who I know feels I get in the way. I don’t like her at all. She’s so mean to me, not at all like you and Sharon. I was sort of wondering what you’d be like when Emily told me at school that her mom had a girlfriend who mostly lived with her, but I can see that you are completely different, even if you are lesbians.”

After that revelation, Sharon and I both now realized how cautious Pam must have felt about coming home with Emily today, and that explained her initial shyness to a certain extent, not knowing what to expect.

“Did Emily know anything about this sweetie, about your parents? Did you tell her anything at school?”

Emily shook her head as her new friend assured us that “No, I didn’t want to mention it. I was just happy that she seemed so friendly and I didn’t want to talk about my troubles, not to anyone.” she replied softly. “I was afraid she might not want to know me if she knew my parents were in jail.”

At this, Emily jumped up and immediately ran over to Pam and me, grabbing Pam’s hand and kneeling in front of us. “It wouldn’t have made any difference to me, Pam. I liked you as soon as I saw you, and I’m so sorry for what you’ve had to go through. I can’t imagine how you feel.”

My eight-year-old daughter sounded so mature to me at that moment and made me so proud of her. She threw her arms around Pam and hugged her tightly and proclaimed, “I am your friend for life, and don’t you ever forget it, okay?” And then came that sweet kiss on the lips between the two of them that had amazed Sharon and me before dinner. Drawing apart, both little girls looked each other tearfully in the eyes, knowing that they had just cemented a lifelong friendship.

“Now,” cried Emily, quickly recovering from her emotional moment, “let’s all go hot tubbing!”

A smile quickly returned to Pam’s face, but was immediately followed by a frown.

”But what am I going to wear? I can’t get my undies wet again,” she moaned.

Emily thought for a moment and then suggested, “Well, we don’t have to wear anything then. Let’s all go in naked!”

“What!” the rest of us exclaimed in unison.

“Well, we’ve all seen Pam’s cunny, thanks to bad little me,” she giggled, “and we’ve all seen Mommy’s,” at which Sharon looked questioningly at me.

I must have blushed as I commented quickly, “But that was an accident,” as a way of answering her glance.

“Come on, Mommy. We’re all girls, so what difference does it make anyway? Besides,” she winked, “it would be fun.”

As if the decision had already been made, she whipped down her baggy pants and stepped out of them, tore off her black top and stood naked in front of us with her hands on her hips as if to say, Well, what are you all waiting for?

Oh my, I thought, my little girl is so beautiful.

Pam giggled at her new friend and suddenly unzipped the back of her flowery blue dress, let it fall to the floor and ran over to Emily, hugging her tightly. Sharon and I stood there with our mouths open at this sudden display of affection and bravado as two naked little girls embraced each other. Both of us finally burst into laughter as the girls turned to look at us, waiting for our response. But they weren’t going to wait for long.

“Okay, we’re going now,” Emily announced firmly. “If you two frumps decide to come, we’ll be waiting for you. Oh, and bring drinks,” she added with a smirk.

And with that they both turned on their heels and ran noisily through the screen door to splash once more into the waiting hot tub. As their screeching echoed through the kitchen window Sharon and I both looked at each other, shrugged and said “What the hell,” and quickly stripped off our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor along side the girls’.

Another bottle of wine, some glasses, and two cold sodas for Emily and Pam, along with a few fluffy towels joined us on the next stage of our education about the nature of young adolescent females. These two were full of surprises, and we wondered what would happen next.

As we approached the hot tub we could both feel the gazes of our two young companions, waiting expectantly for us to join them amid the steamy bubbles.

Continue on to Chapter 5