My Times With Chloe, 1992, Part 7
I entered through the back door into the kitchen, slipped and fell flat on my ass. What the fuck, I thought as I realized I was sitting in a large puddle of olive oil. I felt a sharp pain in my butt that told me there was broken glass underneath me as well and I scrambled back on my feet. It got weirder as I saw a sea of blue-green liquid ahead of me trying to mingle with the Bertolli and just past that was a pile of white rice spread across the floor, some of it soaking in what my nose told me was 'artic-mint' mouthwash. Capping off this surreal moment was the sight of two young girls backed up against the wall looking at me with faces of shock and surprise. They both were too scared to say anything.
"what in THE hell is going on here?" I demanded, suddenly remembering my father saying those exact words in that exact manner when I was a kid. The Peanut was holding a broom and young Darla had a roll of paper towels in her hands. They were still speechless.
Peanut spoke first but it was a quiet mumbling sound she made, very atypical of her.
"I tried to get to the mop but we slipped on the mouthwash---"
"and we knocked the thing of rice over..." Darla tried to continue but she fell into the wall (!) and grabbed for something to hold which turned out to be Peanut. They both fell clumsily and Peanut hit her head with the broomstick. I watched with alarm as they tried to help each other up. I knew then what was wrong.
"Have you been...are you two DRUNK?!"
NO! they said together. Yes, they said quietly.
"We're sorry! We didn't mean to." There was panick in Darla's voice. Her plump body was visibly quivering. "Please don't tell my Mom!"
"We found a bottle at the schoolyard. We didn't have that much." Peanut gestured to the pint of Jack Daniels on the counter next to me. There was a little bit left inside.
"You didn't drink it all, did you?"
"NO!" they yelped in unison. "It was already drank. We just had a little. Honest!"
I sniffed the contents. Whatever rotgut was in there it was definitely not blended whiskey. I felt a surge of worry and anger. "Are you two fucking nuts?" I yelled, surprised at my language, "You don't know what kind of crappy moonshine this is. I outta..." I was angrily searching for words when I realized how scared they were. My normally confident Peanut was discovering what it was like not to be in control. Darla was shaking like a leaf.
"Please, please,"she cried, "Don't tell my mom, please."
Not being in the Mommy business I wasn't sure what to do or say. I was angry. Fool kids could've gone blind drinking any old thing they fuckin' found in a bottle. And look at the mess they made. Peanut , even though she just turned eight, should still have known better.
Now a thought flashed thru me. Darla was, well, plump for a better word, but attractively so. She did enter my masturbatory fantasies from time to time (but then so did Lisa Simpson) and here she was pleading for my silence on this screw-up. She seemed desperate enough to do anything. What a shame there wasn't a place or forum where this sort of story might have an audience...
"Darla, go home.' I said sternly. "Go home and go to bed. Now." Her eyes welled up and she bolted out the front door. I watched her cross the yard into her back door. I didn't see her mother's car in the driveway so that would give time to bathe and get under the sheets. I turned back to give an even sterner look to the Peanut. The look on her face told me that my anger upset her more than anything. I melted quickly, feeling that I had done everything wrong.
"Baby, I..." before I could say more her face almost literally turned green and she ran to the downstairs bathroom to throw up. I started to follow, slipped and fell flat on my ass.
At that point Chloe walked in the back door. Hi honey she said brightly, stopped, looked around the kitchen floor and then to me, sitting in the middle of it all.
"Soo," she asked cautiously, "what's with the blue rice?"
She was furious , of course. Much later she was furious. She went to the bathroom, saw her baby hugging the toilet and crying and went into Mommy Mode. She hugged and cleaned her daughter, stripped her down and gave her a bath and helped her back to the toilet when she had to upchuck again. After putting her to bed she lay at her side til she fell asleep. Then she came downstairs and lashed out at me for doing everything wrong. I probably scared the kids half to death, she said. I had finished cleaning the kitchen floor and was feeling both guilty and defensive. Hey, I haven't had any training for this sort of thing I countered, feeling honestly hurt. And they scared me! Then Chloe saw the back of my pants.
"Anna!" she exclaimed, knowing that I'd been sitting in minty blue and olive oil green liquid, "what's all that red?"
I was still upset. "OH, I fell on some stupid broken glass. I thought it stopped bleeding already."
Chloe went into Mommy Mode again. She hugged and stripped me, gave me a bath and administered first aid to my butt-cheek. Fortunately it was not deep and just bled dramatically. Am I going to need stitches? I asked. No she said as she kissed my boo-boo and applied a band-aid.
I'm sorry, I said. No, I'm sorry, she said. You're right, this is new territory for you and to be truthful it was new for me as well. Peanut is normally such a well-behaved girl. What the hell was all that mess about anyway?
I smiled. "They wanted some mouthwash to mask the smell of alcohol, knocked it off the shelf and I guess it got outta hand. You know, we did some pretty stupid things too when we were young."
"We were ten. The nut's just turned eight. Darla's nine. Should I be mad at them tomorrow?"
No, I said, I was the bad cop, you should be the good cop. "No, we'll both be good cops."
When Peanut awoke she found me lying next to her. She broke out in a teary-eyed smile. She thought I was mad at her, I thought she hated me. We hugged and kissed and I told her she could have a sick day but she surprised me by insisting on going to school. Chloe was surprised when I told her this and the Peanut was already coming down the stairs fully dressed with backpack on. "I screwed up," she announced, "there's a test today and I'm gonna get an A!"
We in turn surprised Peanut by walking her to the bus stop. Walking ahead of us was Jane, Darla's mother. "I'd better say something," Chloe "I don't want her to think we're bad parents because of this. Jane!"
Jane turned and smiled. "There you are. Patti, could you do me a favor and give this note to the teacher. Darla's sick and won't be coming in today."
"Is she okay?" Peanut beat us to the question.
"I think she caught an intestinal bug or something. She was up throwing up last night. She's in bed but she still looks sick. I'm worried. I may take her to the doctor this morning."
Chloe spoke calmly, "Peanut had the same problem last night. They probably shared it together. I gave her some of my famous get well soup and she's fine now. Old family recipe. Tell you what, I'll bring some over in a minute and we'll see if you have to make that trip to the doc's."
Jane looked at Peanut's smiling face and agreed. So while I distracted Jane with small talk in the kitchen, Chloe took some hot soup (Lipton chicken noodle if you must know) upstairs to Darla's room. The girl's eyes went wide when she entered but as Chloe spoon-fed the child she spoke soothingly. Fear of of her mother finding out what she did yesterday was what she was really sick about, so Chloe took away that fear. She assured the child that it would be our secret and we hoped you two learned an important lesson and so on. By the time Darla had finished the bowl she was feeling much better and fell asleep with a placid look on her face. Wow, you should patent that soup, Jane beamed as she watched her daughter snooze.
The beginning of the weekend finally came. We were excited. Instead of home cooking we take a break and vote on take out. This week Peanut opted for a bucket of chicken and we munched away. It was Friday and our curtains were drawn and doors locked. Chloe and I cuddled on the couch as the Peanut stood in front of us displaying her test papers. Three b-pluses and an A in math. We clapped and wolf-whistled and she bowed proudly.
"Honey, we are very proud." I said, "you should be rewarded. We should definitely spoil you."
"You should take off all your clothes and do what we say." announced Chloe.
"How's that her reward?"
Chloe shrugged slyly, "I didn't say it was. I just said that she should take off her clothes and do as we say."
Peanut grinned. After the blue rice debacle of earlier this week she felt forgiven and was loving it. As the radio played some Mary Chapin Carpenter, Chloe and I slowly walked around the Nut, who stood immobile as we pulled her shirt off. I saw goose pimples pop up on her body and noticed the tiny dots on her flat pink nipples had become BB sized. Our little girl was growing. We deftly lifted her small frame up onto the round ottoman and continued to circle her, running four hands across her upper body. She was giggling, loving the attention. I marveled at how much she looked like what her mother must have looked like at that age.
"Take off your socks." Chloe said softly. I could sense how turned on she was. The child whipped them off and tossed them in the air. Now she stood in only her pants and Chloe and I spent some moments feeling the kid up thru her jeans. "Aren't you two gonna get undressed?" No, we said as I began to lick the back of her neck. Chloe had stopped in front of her daughter and pressed her thumbs firmly but gently into the eight-year-old's nipples. This caused the girl to shudder with delight and my nibbling on her soft little earlobes made her swoon. Chloe hooked her fingers into Peanut's pants and i did the same in the back and we slowly slid them down, savoring the young flesh in front of us. I stopped when her jeans bunched just under her buttcheeks and took in the loveliness of her small ass, burying my face in her crack and blowing in warm, moist air. Ooooh, she sighed and I looked around to see Chloe's face, eyes closed as her nose rested just above her daughter's tight clean slit, breathing in that wonderful perfume we love.
I slapped the pint-sized backside. "Pants off!" I declared and she complied quickly. Now we had a fully naked little girl in front of two fully dressed women. It felt cool. We stood back and admired her as if we were looking at a piece of art. And what a piece of art: dispite her boyish body, Peanut was developing the slightest curve to her hips and her backside was sloping gracefully into a womanly wonder. the rest of her was pure eight-year-old with a deliciously bald mound and that tight slit that hid liquid treasure. We continued to walk around her as she stood, half shy and half smirking, exposed and completely trusting. Chloe stopped directly behind her.
"Bend over, baby."
Peanut leaned forward and jutted her butt out. I started salivating.
"No," Chloe corrected, "reach down and touch your feet."
How easily a schoolgirl could do this. Peanut's ass was sticking straight in the air and her clean puckered orifice seemed begging to be kissed. Chloe put her finger gently on her daughter's little button, feeling the slightly raised ring around her hole. I unbuttoned her top and slid it off her as she unsnapped the front of her bra to release those lovely breasts. I have very nice boobs that hang well on me if I do say so myself. Chloe's breasts are perfect and, cliche or not, jut forward with authority. I mean, these puppies act like they're looking for you. It's even better when her nipples get hard and extended, which they are right now. Quietly stripping myself, I watched as she held one boobie in her hand and guided it to her child's flexing asshole. As she pushed her enlarged nipple in, she moaned quietly. Peanut patiently held her ankles as her mom moved her tit in and around her rim. I could see the look of lust on Chloe as she did this. She then held still and savored the feel of her meaty boob clenched between Peanut's cheeks. It seemed that just the motion of sticking her nipple into her little daughter's ass was floating her boat. "Mommy..." Peanut was tiring of that position.
"I'm sorry, baby. Thank you." As Chloe back away I leaned in and suckled that same nipple causing Chloe to moan again. Then we grabbed Peanut's small body and, with tickles, carried her upstairs.
There were nights when we were giggly and silly, having fun like little kids. Other nights we were passionate and depraved, lost in a sea of orgasms. Tonight it was romantic. We laid the peanut down on the bed and lit candles and incense as she stretched her lithe naked body like a cat. We settled between her and slid our arms and legs sensously over the little girl's bare flesh, occasionally stroking her nipples and pussy. Her face was blissful, loving the attention. Chloe gently mashed her heavy breasts into the child's flat chest and they began to kiss; gingerly at first, then with more ardor and they resembled a teenage couple making out. I slid down and separated Peanut's legs giving me a view of her baby smooth cleft. Inhaling her scent and pulling her tight lips apart, I gazed into her pink, wet crevasse, eased my tongue thru the tasty cunt and played with her little pea-sized clit. As I suckled her button I looked up to see Chloe whispering sexual nothings into her daughter's ear as she tweaked her sensitive nipples. I couldn't hear her words but the tone was dirty and the Peanut was smiling. I marveled at the sight of mother and daughter breathing heavily together, one a miniature version of the other. Soon the Nut's body began to buck and I crooked my finger into her special spot and began to swirl it about, just the way she liked it. I pressed another finger on the spot between her pussy and her asshole and the little one started to wail into her mommy's mouth as she shuddered and her coltish legs kicked. Her orgasm only made her pussy scent more delicious and I pushed my mouth between her legs, sliding my face over the slick honey as she gushed. My what a nature this child had.
As the Peanut rested I climbed over Chloe and kissed her passionately, allowing her to taste her daughter's honey from my face,and we slowly ground our cunts together. We were feeling our familiar buildup when the girl when the girl announced she wasn't through yet. Fine, said Momma, let's see you take care of yourself. Chloe and I leaned back, fingering each other's cunts as we watched the eight-year-old squat in front of us and diddle herself. She liked to watch us as we watched her and her eyes darted from our faces to our hands that were making soft wet sounds between our legs. Chloe moaned as her hand cupped my shaved mound. I knew what Peanut liked and I pulled my fingers from her mother's pussy and sucked them them clean before repeating the motion. The second time Chloe grabbed my hand and sucked on her own juices which really got Peanut to breath harder. She continued to jill herself as she rolled on her side exposing both her hairless pussy and rimmed little asshole. With her other hand she pushed a finger into her anus and Chloe began to ride my fingers as the little one pistoned her digits in and out of both holes.
"Ooh, baby..." I saw that sexual glaze on Chloe's face as her daughter got on her knees and obscenely pushed her backside into the air in front of us, rolling her thumb over her puckered button and scooting her body closer to us bit by bit. Soon we were diddling our own cunts as we were very near. The girl scooted closer and Chloe leaned in trying to watch the Nut stretch her asshole open with her thumb and forefinger. I could see saliva almost dripping off of the mother's mouth as her hand began to furiously work her clit and as she raised her butt off the bed to get closer to her babe's treasure's I slipped a wet finger into Chloe's butt. That did it. Chloe fell forward and stuck her tongue into the child's asshole and came at the same time.
It was indeed a lovely night and as we rested after orgasm number who-knows-what we began to think about dessert.
"Don't you have to pee, Aunt Anna?" the Peanut asked anxiously.
"I was actually thinking about some ice cream."
"But I got the good grades, remember?"
I looked at Chloe who never minded this kind of fun. "Okay, baby, what would you like?"
She clapped. "The tub! You two in the tub."
This was a recent Fun Thing for the Nut. We had bought a plastic oval-shaped baby tub that was kept (cleaned and washed, of course) under the bed. Peanut pulled it out and motioned for us the climb in. It was small but two adults could sit in it with our legs sitting over the side comfortably if not a little silly-looking. Chloe and I would face each other and scooch forward until our pelvis's were close and pussies were close to 'kissing'. We actually enjoyed it on the right nights. We would wrap our arms around each other and rub our breasts together and kiss. And we would patiently wait for our bladders to release. The feel of our piss streams shooting into the other's cunt was quite a sensation and would definately make Chloe cum. The Peanut's face hovered between our bodies as she waited and Chloe and I smiled at each other in anticipation.
"I'm ready," I said as I held myself in check, feeling quite full.
"Should be a minute." Chloe hunched her hips forward so that our pussy lips were pressed together. There was no rush. We would spend this time fiddling with each other's nipples as we waited. This excited Chloe a lot and her daughter would spend this time kissing back and forth.
"OOp, here it comes." she warned and I let go as well. There was actually a second where the pressure built up between us and then the force of our pee streams exploded from our pressed-together cunts, causing a small geyser to shoot from our merged slits. Peanut squealed and dropped her face into the fountain as I watched Chloe climax from the feel of my piss hitting her clit. Even after Chloe had stopped peeing I was still flowing and the Peanut knew what to do. She stood between us, straddled her mother's face, giving me a view of her small butt, and a soft yellow flow cascaded down her mother's boobs and belly and Chloe wailed out one more weak orgasm before latching her mouth over her little girl's hairless pissing cunt. I watched the girl's buttcheeks clenched as she held her mom's head and pushed her pelvis forward. I had stopped and was giving myself one good last diddle as Peanut curled into the pissed -filled tub. I came as I watched the two kiss, dribbling pee on each other. We took a moment to recover.
"Mom?" Peanut finally spoke. I thought she was going to finally ask for the ice cream.
"Can I have a girlfriend?"
We sat in the kitchen dishing out the ice cream (finally!). We had just thrown our robes on still feeling a little 'drippy'. I impartially listened to mother and daughter debate the girlfriend issue. Peanut felt that Darla might be 'unique'. (That was a term that we used for our situation. Peanut's schoolmates were probably 'regular' folk and the Nut should always assume that and did.) Chloe was worried it could endanger our homelife .
"Honey, Darla has already showed that she is capable of being irresponsible. She might not be able to keep a secret. That could be trouble."
Peanut stood up. "Mom, WE were irresponsible. I'm the one who said 'let's drink some'. She's still my best friend."
"What about that fight in school?"
"It wasn't a fight! It was a..."
"Spirited argument." I offered.
"A spirited argument! They were calling her names. Fatty and things. She's not fat, just a little ...rounder than me."
"And you stood up for her." I concluded. "Peanut, you smell like pee-pee. Go upstairs and start the bath. Don't make it too hot. We'll be up soon."
The girl felt that she hadn't made her case yet. "But Anna...."
"Peanut go upstairs so we can talk about you."
She got the hint. "Oh. Oh! Okay!" She ran to the stairs, ran back, retrieved her half full bowl of Rocky road and ran upstairs. Chloe smiled ruefully as she licked her spoon.
"So what's wrong?", I asked "weren't we girlfriends when we were young? Didn't we get in trouble? Remember when we got ahold of that chemistry set?"
Chloe snorted out a chuckle at that memory. She stabbed at her ice cream with her spoon and was quiet for a moment.
"You know, I know I'm probably gonna lose this argument. I mean I know what I started when I seduced that child. Don't get me wrong. She's smart and she's beautiful and happy and all that..." She stirred her dessert into cream.
Chloe tossed her spoon into the bowl. "It's just that... shit, I want to be a grandmother some day. I want the Nut to have some options. I... I mean the only people she's known have been you and me. I don't want her to be closed-minded. It's a tough world out there for gays. I feel that I've closed her world up. Now she wants a girlfriend? Is she too young to go one way? Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Because I love you, Chloe. Listen to yourself. We made love when we were ten. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. How many times did you make it with Grandmother Rose? Hmm? How close-minded did that make you? You married a great guy and gave birth to an angel. "
Chloe continued to stir her ice cream into soup. A smile grew on her face. It was a smile of sweet surrender. She called out Peanut's name and the kid practically leaped down the stairs without touching a step.
"Yes, Ma'am?" she asked breathlessly.
Chloe cleared her throat as she did whenever she was about to give motherly rules.
"Baby, you know what I've said about being 'unique'--"
"That it would be dangerous for us all if we were indiscreet, I know Mommy."
"Well, you can't expect that Darla, or anybody you like---"
"Would be unique like us. I know Mommy"
"So you know that whatever you do---"
"I must never talk about you and me and Aunt Anna. I know Mommy."
Chloe shot a look at me and I smiled. She was definitely her mother's daughter.
"Well if you'll stop interrupting me, I'll tell you that you can ask Darla, and her mother, of course, if you two can have a sleepover. You can have popcorn and watch movies - no scary ones- and play games or whatever. Just don't blow up the house."
Peanut said thank you and hugged her mother with a warmth that made me glow. As she did this she mouthed a silent 'thank you' to me. Chloe held her in front for a word of warning.
"Now, Jane might not feel comfortable with her child leaving the house and might say no. Remember to respect that decision."
"Yes, mommy, I understand what you're saying. Okay, the tub's full. You two smell like pee-pee. Let's go upstairs!"
I understood with Chloe was saying. When she bought this house she was a Widow With Child; with me we became The Lesbian Couple With Child. While I'm sure we're talked about in some of the nearby kitchens, we've pretty much been accepted as part of the neighborhood. Partly because of Peanut's goodwill and partly because we didn't openly flaunt our gayness. We did not deny our orientation but did keep a low profile (some might think it was because we feared hostility but really it was because of our 'special relationship' with the Peanut which we didn't want to raise questions about). Surprisingly Darla's mother had no problem with the kids having a sleepover. Peanut did protect Darla which Jane appreciated.
The next Friday night Darla came over with her overnight case. She was a lovely child with jet black hair and a beautiful smile. She looked like a little Linda Ronstadt actually and was tickled that the 'blue rice' incident was behind her. She and Peanut spent the early part of the evening dancing in her room, giggling over fan magazines and making a loud thump noise. "Anna, tell the rugrats there'll be no cheer-leading maneuvers upstairs." Chloe asked as she cleaned some pot for our downstairs film festival. Later on as I was getting a soda from the kitchen, Peanut came down to nuke some popcorn.
"How's it going, honey?" I asked with a sly wink.
The Peanut was nonchalant. "Oh okay." There was a hint of disappointment in her. "I don't think Darla is, you know, 'unique'.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby."
"That's okay." She smiled, "She's still my best friend." And with that she went upstairs with her popcorn.
The next morning they were up early and laughing around their cereal bowls. "You guys have fun?" I asked. Yah, they chimed and somewhere along the way they decided they wanted to do it again.
"I know!" Darla exclaimed, "Let's go ask my mom if we can sleepover at my house tonight!"
Chloe said only if it was alright with Jane---BAM! They were out the door and running across the yard together. I watched them make a beeline for Jane's, still managing to hold hands as they ran. I felt Chloe's breath on my neck. She kissed my ear.
"What?" I questioned her attention.
"I was just remembering that we were best friends before we became lovers." She kissed my neck and held me close. "That's for being my buddy."
The summer vacation months came and the arrangement turned out perfect for both us and Jane. Peanut and Darla would sleepover at our house on Fridays which allowed Jane and her husband a night of social partying in which they didn't have to worry about babysitters or what time they could come home. Chloe and I could do the same on Saturday nights. we weren't heavy party-ers but it was fun to go out, have some drinks and pretend we were young and hot.
In the meantime, the two kids were inseparable thru the dog days of summer. They ran, jumped, got bored and kept finding new things to do. A plastic kiddie pool was used, a lemonade stand was created and several times they invaded Mrs. Wilson's attic at her invitation. Mrs. Wilson was the elderly widow down the street whose attic was loaded with memorabilia and was happy to see the youngsters use their imagination as they rummaged thru old clothing and props. They enjoyed dressing up and walking around the neighborhood as hippies and bikers, even walked into the kitchen, loaded with hair gel, as members of A Flock Of Seagulls. They laughed, argued and laughed again and I must say I felt a touch of jealousy at Peanut's good friendship as well as pride.
Two months of this went by when Jane asked if they could take advantage of us and get away with Rob (her husband) for a long weekend. We had planned to go to the beach so we said no problem. It was a two hour drive but we had booked a room on the boardwalk so we could take our time and have fun.
The beach was crowded and the boardwalk was full of fun. The water wasn't as warm as we had hoped but the kids were having a screaming good time anyway. I didn't really like to step into the ocean as it just wasn't my thing. (I tended to hear the theme from 'Jaws' whenever I even waded.) Chloe was like her daughter, part fish. I sat in my beach chair, read a book and kept an eye on the three as they jumped around in the water like dolphins. The breeze picked up and Darla came running toward me, teeth chattering. Ready to take a break? I asked. As she nodded and dug out her beach towel I couldn't help but notice how her snug wet swimsuit was outlining her pretty little pussy. Chloe had noticed earlier and gave me the eye.
"Good heavens, you're shivering. Come here."
I sat on the blanket and dried her with my towel and she sat in front of me as we looked out to the ocean. Her towel was as big as a blanket so I wrapped it around us. We were covered with just our heads sticking out and I instinctively drew her back against me to keep her warm. She really wasn't fat just hefty for her age and her chest had enough fleshiness to it to make her seem like she was developing early when really it was just baby-fat. I suddenly realized that my hand was cupping one of her 'boobs' but she didn't say anything so I made no effort to remove it. Instead I would occasionally hug her to me and we would chuckle as we watched Peanut trying to get on Chloe's shoulders in waist-high surf. I was in awe at how good Chloe looked in her bikini. My palm could feel Darla's nipple harden thru her swimsuit. I started to move my hand away slowly, letting it graze against the stiffening tip, and the girl grabbed it and pressed it close to her.
"That feels good." she said pleasantly as she her little hands moved mine around in a circular motion. She looked up at me. "I'm glad you like me Anna."
"That's not hard to do, young lady, you're very likable." Her Linda Ronstadt-smile widened at this and I almost melted she was such a darling. The wind was getting chilly and people were donning light jackets if they could so we didn't look out of place bundled up like a tent. I heard myself swallow and my heartbeat pick up as my fingers began to trace around her nipple. Both of us gazed out to the ocean as my thumb and forefinger gently pinched her puffy-feeling tit, like holding the edge of a coin, and rolled it back and forth. She moaned a soft approval as I played with her cushiony button thru the material, scratching my fingernail across the tip which made her body shake.
Fortunately (?) Chloe and the Peanut came running up scrambling for towels. I had hoped we looked innocent enough under our homemade teepee but Chloe gave me a humorously jealous look as she announced it was time to find some food. I wrapped a towel around my waist as we packed up as I felt I might have a wet spot on my bikini bottom. Chloe and I wore our terry robes and carried most of the gear while the two minxes walked in front of us with their towels over their shoulders. Their wet swimsuits clung tight to their bottoms as they skipped ahead and the sight of Peanut's tight little ass and Darla's plumper backside constantly moving in front of us kept us entertained. Our girl wore a bikini and Darla was a one-piece but there was still a lot of young flesh hopping about us to spark my imagination. In the hotel elevator Peanut asked if they could play in the game room that was on the first floor. Surprisingly, Chloe said sure, just for a little while.
Our room was on the eight floor and overlooked the boardwalk and ocean. It had a lovely balcony, a clean, bright decor, two full-size beds and , to the girls' delight, a jacuzzi in the bathroom. We put everything down, kicked off our sandals and flip-flops and made the appropriate bathroom breaks. Then Chloe produced a ten dollar bill and gave it to the Peanut.
"You have a half-hour or when this money runs out, whichever comes first. You know the rules so behave. When you come back you'll take a quick shower and we'll get some dinner, okay?" Yay, the kids squealed, took their hotel card and left.
It was quiet for a second. I turned to tell Chloe what had happened on the beach but she was too quick in pushing me against the wall and kissing me passionately.
"God, I am so fucking horny," she breathed in my ear. Nothing more needed to be said. I pulled her bikini bottom off, she removed mine. I pushed her onto the first bed, lifted her leg and, as we had done so many times before, began to grind our pussies together. The coarseness of her pubic hair on my shaved mound disappeared quickly as our slick juices merged and I laid atop my lover, pushed my tongue into her mouth and began humping her cunt in the manner that always made her eventually scream.
When the kids came back we were showered and dressed. We had dinner at an outdoor cafe and came back to the room to watch the festivities from the balcony. I'm not sure what the event was but there was going to be fireworks after dark and our view of the ocean would be perfect. Darla asked if we were going to enjoy the jacuzzi.
"Sure, why not. It looks like it's big enough for three."
"But there's four of us." Peanut countered.
"You two count as halves." I joked. It was still early in the evening. "Why don't you guys watch some TV."
Chloe and I caught a buzz and watched the activity below us on the boardwalk. After a while the Peanut came out on the balcony and closed the sliding glass door behind her.
"Mom, Anna, we need to talk."
Uh-oh. Whenever the Nut sounded like this we were in for a Serious Talk in which she would surprise us by using words that didn't seem to fit an eight-year-old. She took a moment to weigh her words.
"I think Darla would like to be 'unique' with us."
Chloe looked at me and I gave her an 'I-have-no-idea' look. "Honey, what do you mean? You and Darla aren't even 'unique'."
Peanut took a deep breath. "Actually, Mom, we are. We have been. For a while now."
"Since...the first time we had a sleepover."
I leaned forward. "You told me otherwise. That night. You said she wasn't ..."
"I know. I did that on purpose."
Chloe and I looked at each other in shock. Suddenly all those imaginary fantasies I would occasionally have regarding those two jumped back into my memories. It was 'what-a-shame-they-aren't-really-doing-it' kind of fantasies.
"You guys were really doing it?" I tried to keep my voice down, "we never heard anything."
"Yah, we had to be really quiet." the child said nonchalantly.
The glass door slid open and Darla came out. The tv was boring. We were all suddenly quiet, just the sounds of the surf and boardwalk below us.
Peanut spoke up. "Darla, go inside and find us another show to watch."
""but there's nothing on--"
"Darla", Peanut insisted, "go inside so we can talk about you."
"Oh..." was all she could say and she went back inside. Peanut closed the door.
Chloe was not happy. "Patricia. How dare you talk to your friend like that."
"Mom listen. Darla likes girls. She's afraid people won't like her because she likes girls. She's afraid her Mom won't like her anymore so her mom doesn't know."
I aimed calm at Chloe. "Baby, Darla's only eight. She might think differently soon."
"She's nine." Peanut reminded me, "and that's what I told her. But she's my friend so it doesn't really matter what she wants. She's still my friend. Now...the thing is, she really likes you guys. I mean, she REALLY talks about you guys. She loves you Anna. Not(!) that she doesn't love you , Mom, she does, but I think she ,y'know, kinda has a thing for Anna."
"I'll get over it, "Chloe deadpanned then leaned in with more alarm, "Honey, have you told her about ...us?"
"No Mom!" Peanut was irritated that she was asked. "It's just that she knows you two are lesbians and she thinks you guys are great. And..." The Nut let this one sit for a second.
I took the cue. "And...?"
"And... we couldn't get into the game room without out flip-flops so we came back. You two were on the bed playing and didn't even hear us."
"Oh jeez." I heard Chloe mutter.
"We just stood there for a minute and snuck out again. We didn't even go back to the game room, we just went to the lobby bathroom and did ourselves."
"We were quiet, Mom. And it's your fault. You two were hot. Anyway, I think it's driving her crazy hanging around you guys. I'm just saying she's unique enough for us, right?"
I smiled at Chloe as I saw her fighting with her motherly emotions, trying to take in all this information in a short period of time. I knew where the Peanut's logic was taking this.
"Honey," Chloe tried to sound impartial, "Darla's a lovely child. Don't think we haven't noticed just how lovely she is. And I'm glad you found a good friend and that you take care of each other. I mean, look out for other. But the thing about you and me and Anna...well, we've talked about how risky it could be---"
"What's the matter, Mom?" Peanut trumped, "scared we can't keep a secret?"
Chloe opened her mouth to counter, but wound up thinking about the last three months in which these two youngsters didn't even lead us to think they were nothing more than friends.
I was still smiling. "Peanut honey, how does she taste?"
The girl was surprised by my question and grinned. "Real good. Different but good." I saw Chloe's face flush as her daughter answered.
"Honey," I continued, "Go inside and watch TV, y'know, so we can talk about you."
You kind of know where this was heading. The sun went down. The fireworks went up. The cool breeze had stopped and the air was warm and dry. We oohed and awed for the first half hour but , not being a major holiday, the fireworks were low-budget and not very imaginative. After a while one burst looked like another. Still, it looked great over the ocean and as the girls got bored Peanut suggested we fire up the jacuzzi. Okay, Chloe said, put on your swimsuits.
Chloe, at this point, was not sure how the evening would go and opted to do what we would normally in mixed company which was to wear our bathing suits in the whirlpool. Chloe made a phone call to Darla's mother, as planned, and Darla was still telling Jane what a fun time she was having when Chloe came into the bathroom to find the Nut and I in the tub. The harsh bathroom lights took a little away from the atmosphere and I wished i had brought some candles from home. You look nice, Mommy, Peanut offered as she stood in her bikini.
"Hm. Nice move, Kiddo. You need to get on my good side." Chloe smirked as she climbed in. We were drinking colas out of plastic champagne glasses to help the mood.
Darla came in wearing her tight one-piece and gave a formal thank-you for inviting me speech that Jane reminded her to give. "you're quite welcome, honey." Chloe replied. "You've become one of the family this summer and Peanut has a good friend. Although, I think tomorrow we're gonna get you a new swimsuit, that one is just a teeeny bit snug."
Darla immediately looked down at her crotch. "I know, you can see my kitty pretty good."
"You're what?" I asked. Peanut whispered loudly to us "That's what she calls it. Her 'kitty'."
Darla blushed and stood there. Aren't you coming in? She glanced at the toilet.
"You have to pee, honey?" I said casually, "go ahead. We're all girls here. We all have kitties."
Darla quietly went to the seat and, because it was one-piece, had to peel her suit off completely (well, down to her ankles, anyway). While we pretended to have small talk about fireworks and water jets, Chloe and I were definitely checking out the nude nine-year-old as she sat down and began to pee. She had a soft chubby body with the aforementioned mini-boobs which were capped by lovely little puffies that were pink and tasty-looking. Her plump mound sported a clearly defined slit that (as we knew from staring at her clingy suit) was longer than the Peanut's. The child knew that all eyes were on her pussy as a stream of pee shot out for a full minute. I could tell from Chloe's face that any misgivings about the situation was tossed the moment she watched this girl make water in front of her. Darla seemed bolder now as she stood and wiped herself in front of us. She looked down at the tight fabric around her ankles.
"Do I hafta put this back on?"
I jumped on it. "Oh hell no, kid. In fact, we may as well all take this stuff off." With that I unhooked my top and tossed it up in the air and it landed right next to Darla. Peanut giggled, did the same and her little bra landed on Darla's head. Soon we were all naked and Darla climbed in. I knew Chloe was about to make a cautionary statement when Darla beat her to it.
"You know, we probably shouldn't tell my mother about this. She might not understand."
"Mum's the word" I promised.
We relaxed after that, talked about the day's events as Darla was trying to study our bodies thru the rippling water. the parts of us that received sun were turning red in the hot water. The girls were pretty tan on their arms and legs but were stark white where the bathing suits always covered, clearly showing that Peanut always wore a girl's bikini and Darla a one-piece. There was a bit of nervousness in the air. At one point Chloe decided to start the ball rolling in our direction.
"Darla, honey, Peanut told me that you guys came back for your flip-flops."
The girl's eyes went wide for a split second and she looked to Peanut for a response.
"It's okay, Darla. It just happened and there's nothing for anyone to be mad at. I just hope you weren't , you know, bothered by what you saw."
"Oh no, ma'am. I mean, I've seen my folks do it a couple of times when they didn't know I was watching. it's just that...well..."
"You never saw two women do it before. It didn't upset you or anything?"
"Oh no! It was different but I liked it." She shrank a little as if she just gave away a secret about herself. "It was nice." she bravely concluded.
"Perhaps it's best if you don't mention that part about us on the bed to your mother either." I offered. She solemnly concurred.
Perhaps it was my racing heartbeat but the water was getting a bit hot and we all agreed it was time to step out. Chloe grabbed a towel and dried the Peanut off slowly and thoroughly. I did the same to Darla. She was facing me as she spread her legs a bit so I run the towel under her backside, her eyes intently scanning my face. "You're very pretty." she whispered with seriousness as I gently pushed the cloth between her buttcheeks.
We walked out into the room still naked as if that was to way to be. The two bed lights were on and weren't very bright but I decided to improve on it. I took one of the scarves that Chloe and I had bought on the boardwalk and wrapped it around the lampshade. It cast a bluish light about the room. Chloe took hers,which was green, and wrapped it around the other lamp. The room now had a lovely aqua glow about it. The girls were just standing naked as if they were to expect something. Though we had just come out of the jacuzzi, our bodies were dry and smooth. We all walked to the door of the balcony to watch the last few fireworks. It felt liberating to stand naked to the world knowing that only porposes could see us from our vantage point.
The Peanut took Darla's hand and quietly went back into the bathroom. Chloe gave me a questioning look.
"I'll bet she 's telling Darla what to expect."
Sure enough, they came back out and asked for our attention. We stood there as the girls looked us over. Two adults and two schoolgirls, all in our birthday suits. Chloe was the only one with hair on her pussy. Peanut turned and kissed her friend. Darla's eyes were on us as the Nut kept their lips together and put her arms around her. I think it was the smiles we grown-ups had that made her relax and kiss back. We sat on the edge of the bed and clapped quietly, encouraging them to do more.
"You two are such beautiful little angels,' Chloe crooned, "Tell me, what would you like to do?"
Darla whispered into Peanut's ear. No, not yet, the Peanut answered. I know! We should sniff each other.
"Sniff?" I asked.
"Yah. Darla likes to sniff me. You wanna sniff Darla?"
"I would love to." Chloe responded huskily. Peanut made Darla lay back on the other bed and spread her legs apart. Her plump bald pussy was inviting to say the least. I motioned for Chloe to move in. She and her daughter bunched between Darla's legs and Chloe did what she also loved to do: 'sniff' a young girl's cunt. As she inhaled the secret perfume of Darla's slit, I moved around to the top of the bed looking down at the girl's face as I also watched Chloe begin to run her tongue between the folds of her kitty. "Oooh." the girl said quietly as my partner cupped her hands under her buttcheeks to better lick her. I lowered my face over Darla's, my hair dropping like a curtain around her head, and kissed her mouth, my chin bumping her nose a little. We swirled our tongues together in bliss. She giggled that strands of my hair were tickling her. I looked up to see Chloe's mouth covering her fleshy crack and I knew from the way Darla's body was jerking that she was working wonders with that tongue.
Chloe looked up at me and smiled, her face slick with honey. "Peanut's right. She does taste different. Come and try."
I dropped my head back down again, creating the same curtain around Darla's face. "I'm going to taste your kitty." I whispered, "Okay?" Yah, she giggled. There was glee in her eyes. I slid up to her pussy and Chloe kissed me, letting me taste the juice from her chin. MMM, I said approvingly and dove right in. She tasted musky and sweet at the same time. I was lost in her folds, slurping like a kid and then began to suckle her pea-sized clit until her body began to convulse . The Peanut pulled me away finally saying that Darla needed a moment to rest now.
"Wha-- she came?"
"Yah. I told you. We learned to be quiet."
"That was good." Darla panted. Her smooth, plump body was flush red. She had been fondling my boobs as I tasted her.
Chloe had been silently fingering herself as she watched. "What else would you like, honey?"
Before Darla could answer, Peanut piped in. "She likes to have her botty licked too!"
The Nut whispered loudly again. "That's what she call her butthole."
Ah, we said. The rest of the night was toyland for Chloe and me. We turned Darla's pudgy little body over and delighted ourselves with a close-up view of her white buttocks. We kissed each cheek as the girls giggled and then we pulled them apart to reveal a small, star-shaped and surprisingly pink hole.(I know my anus has a brownish halo around it). Peanut whispered to Darla to lift her butt up and as she raised on her knees we got an even better look at her lightcolored botty. I held her cheeks further apart and insisted that Chloe enjoy. She selfishly dove in, planting her lips right on the wrinkled hole. I heard the girl gasp and moan as the Nut stroked her hair. I could see Chloe's tongue snaking in and out. I reached under and played with Darla's hairless cunt while motioning Peanut to lay on her back. Soon Darla was eating her best friend while her mother was licking her asshole. I don't know how many times she came that night but she was looser and louder with each orgasm, especially after hearing us adults cum.
Darla's ambitions were also met. She wanted to play with the grown-ups and as Chloe and I posed for her she explored and probed every inch of our adult bodies. While the Peanut kibitzed, she tweaked our nipples, fondled our boobs in her small hands and explored our pussies with fingers, nose and tongue. Looking down to see this cherub's angelic face buried in my cunt was enough to make me climax but in fact she was also quite talented and her tongue soon had me gushing cunt juice that she readily swallowed. Then she and the Nut would delight in the unfolding petals of Chloe's honeybox, brushing their fingers over her trim bush and gently inching their fingers into her soft asshole. I fed my lover my nipple as I worked her clit, knowing she was about to come. Her mouth stayed glued to my tit as she exploded, sending muffled vibrations through my body. I could hear Darla chuckle as she fought to keep her finger in Chloe's butt.
We need to rest, I lied, why don't you kids entertain us. Chloe and I propped ourselves on the bed and snuggled together as the kids began to kiss. Expecting some live kiddie porn action, instead we watched as the two continued to kiss; softly, passionately, gasping into each other's mouths. Seeing the two young naked bodies wrap around themselves, pressing their soft unblemished flesh together as they continued to just make out was a warming and erotic sight.
It was a polite night as we took turns making each other cum. Whoever was pleasing someone else had her body licked and probed as she did so. Our bodies were coated with the smell of sex yet the ocean breeze kept us dry and ready for more. Soon I felt the call of nature and Chloe took the cue to inquire.
"Darla, honey, do like to play pee games?"
The Peanut, as usual, spoke up for her. "She doesn't. I mean, we pee in front of each other but she doesn't like to do anything else. I think she thinks it's weird."
"Do not!" Darla argued. There was something in her reaction that told me she was surprised that two grown-ups would be into this. Sweet Peanut, she really could keep a secret. Chloe and I sensed that this might change her mind.
"Doesn't matter, child, you don't have to do anything that doesn't appeal to you." Chloe soothed, "do you mind if my little girl and I play?" Darla, wide-eyed, nodded assent. "Would you like to watch?" Again she nodded.
We took the kids into the bathroom and Chloe sat on the edge of the now-empty jacuzzi. The peanut whispered into her ear and she nodded. Later I found that she had told her mother to "go easy, Mom, we don't want to scare her." The Nut stood up on the tile looking down on Chloe. She aimed her little pussy at her mother's heavy boobs and, as Chloe fiddled with her own nipples, shot a stream of yellow liquid onto her breasts, taking care to water her down from side to side. Chloe held her tits out and the girl concentrated the flow directly at her nipples. I could hear a sharp intake of breath from Darla as she watched and I could see the familiar look of lust in Chloe's eyes as her little girl peed on her. Peanut's output soon diminished and I chuckled at the sight of her tiny buttcheeks clenching as she forced the last of it out. Chloe leaned forward and gave her young one's pissy pussy a kiss.
I still had to go and I looked at Darla, who seemed eager but shy. Would you like to go with me? Yah, she clapped and we climbed into the tub and took the same position that Peanut had. Darla still had stage fright so I motioned for her to get close to Chloe, her hairless cunt just inches from Chloe's boobs. I knelt down and positioned myself over her belly and started to wizz. Damn, I had to go; my piss came out strong and forceful and splattered off of my lover's skin back onto me. Darla finally shot an arc of pee over Chloe's shoulder before she concentrated and landed her flow between the breasts, her clear-colored urine cascading down into my river of gold. She giggled delightfully. Her duration was short but memorable to her but I continued to gush as my overfull bladder still had a ways to go. Chloe fingered herself as I aimed my stream upward to her chin but then I ran out of water and she came hard as my pussy dribbled the last drops on her diddling hand.
I woke at the break of dawn, the hotel's white walls amplifying the morning's glow. Darla was nestled in my arms, sleeping with a smile on her round face. A little guilt swept over me as I felt that maybe I had ignored my Peanut during our little orgy. I heard a sound and turned to look at the other bed. The nut was laying on her side, propped on her elbow, naked and quietly swirling her finger in her smooth little kitty. Chloe was behind her, in a prone position, with her face between the child's buttcheeks, obviously tonguing her daughter's hole. I watched serenely as the Nut watched me back, closing her eyes from time to time when a sweet moment was felt. Her breathing soon became labored and Darla was now awake and silently watching the fun, her head resting on my hip. After a time Peanut's eyes glazed over and then suddenly: "Oh!" Her finger began to move faster and A minute later she looked straight at the two of us: "OH!" Chloe grabbed her girl's non-existent hips and held on, continuing to piston her tongue in and out of the eight-year-old's soft, wrinkled button. Sensing a wave she could not stop, little Peanut's eyes went wide and then she surrendered: "OOOHHH!" and she bucked as she came, forcing her mother to grab on tighter. She would not take her tongue out until the child had fully climaxed. "I love you guys" she murmured as she fell back to sleep in her mother's arms.
We spent the day on the beach and boardwalk. It was too expensive to stay another night so we packed up our gear at the end of the day and loaded up the car. I could tell the kids were beat. Hell, I was beat. As Chloe announced that now was the time to hit the restroom before they hit the road, Darla motioned for her to lean forward.
"Can I kiss you?"
"You mean, may you kiss me. We're in the hotel parking lot, honey, I don't---" Darla surprised her by kissing her tenderly on her cheek.
"That's for being so good to me." She turned and kissed me the same way. We smiled at her discretion. The Peanut piped up, "Can we do this again next weekend?"
Chloe snorted. "Only if we win the lottery. Besides, I promised Mrs. Nelson that we'd baby sit the twins for her next weekend."
The Nut's eyes and smile went wide at this news. So did mine. Darla didn't get what the big deal was. Sweet Peanut, she really could keep secrets.
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