More Than Just Friends, Chapter Twelve
(The story resumes. If you haven’t read the first eleven chapters you won’t know what’s going on, so I suggest you check them out first. Thanks again to all of you who have already let me know how much you have enjoyed this epic so far, and I’m sorry it has been such a long time since I posted the last chapter but, as most of you know, we have been on a family vacation and it’s taken a bit of time to get back into writing mode. Let’s see where this chapter takes us, shall we…?)
As we passed through the kitchen, arms full of towels, I suddenly realized that maybe Becky was hungry. I had no idea when she’d eaten last so I asked her if she’d like a sandwich and something to drink before we all tubbed, or ‘hit the jets,’ as Emily now fondly called it.
“That would be great, Jen,” she replied. “I am hungry, haven’t eaten anything since last night.”
“You should have said something honey. Why don’t the rest of you hit the jets while I get something for Becky, and we can join you as soon as she’s eaten, okay?” I suggested to the others.
“Okay,” agreed Emily. “We’ll get it warmed up for you Becky,” she smiled. “So don’t keep us waiting too long,” she added with a wink.
“I think you’ll find it’s already warm, sweetie,” I laughed. “That’s why they call it a hot tub.” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Well, you know what I mean,” she smirked as she followed the others out of the kitchen door. Indeed I did, I thought to myself. Indeed I did.
Turning back to Becky I asked, “What would you like hon? I can scramble you some eggs if you like. Or maybe a chicken sandwich? And please, make yourself comfortable at the table.”
“Scrambled eggs sounds great, thanks Jen,” she replied, as she spread out her towel over a chair and pulled it up to the table. Her firm, naked breasts, with their hard, pointed nipples stared at me as I grabbed some food from the fridge and poured her a glass of orange juice. Becky’s young body was so trim and beautiful, and I envisioned how Pam would develop over the next few years and also wondered what their mother looked like.
“Is your mom as gorgeous as you and Pam?” I blurted out as I cracked open her eggs into the pan. That brought on a blush to her pretty face. Blushing seems to run in the family, I thought to myself as Becky then smiled, almost shyly, and I immediately realized she had been trying to act tough and streetwise because of the circumstances in which she found herself, but underneath she was still a young fourteen year old girl, probably scared out of her wits wondering what would become of her and Pam. More experienced than most fourteen year olds, I realized, and more sexually aware, but still needing to lean on someone for guidance.
“She’s pretty and I’ve seen pictures of her when she was younger so, yes, she was beautiful then too.”
“Well, you two sure take after her sweetie,” I replied.
“Thanks, Jen,” she mumbled. “Pam is right about you lot,” she added suddenly. “You are all so nice and friendly.”
“What about your dad. What’s he like?” I wanted to know, as I put some bread into the toaster while the eggs fluffed up in the pan.
“He’s okay, I guess. He’s dad, you know. Runs things. Like, you don’t argue with him, and mom sort of just follows along. So we, you know, do what he says.” And she lowered her eyes. I think I was beginning to get the picture.
“So this club, it was his idea?” I probed. “And your mom just went along with it?” She nodded. “And what about you dancing, well stripping really, was that his idea too?” Again Becky nodded and wouldn’t look at me. I buttered her toast and slid the eggs onto a plate, placing it in front of her on the table. Visions of my prying with Pam, and the effects it had had on her, flashed into my head and I briefly thought I’d gone far enough with Becky and should let her eat in peace. But she then looked at me and spoke up.
“I know what you are thinking Jen, and yes, I was scared when he told me I had to dance because some of the customers had asked. I think they may have been joking but he thought it was a great idea. He had told me I had a sexy body many times before. I knew mom wouldn’t interfere so I didn’t have much choice. He put me together with one of the older girls to train me on how to do it right. She was okay and made me feel comfortable, but that first night – well I was scared shitless. But it turned out I didn’t need to have been. Everyone cheered me on and kept urging me to take off my clothes so I soon felt better and kinda liked the attention. But taking off my bra and panties was still scary.
Eventually I got used to it though, and even looked forward to dancing. I guess I found out I was an exhibitionist and liked it when people looked at my body. The girl who taught me said I had a gorgeous pussy and should show it off. After seeing most of the other dancers I realized what she meant, that mine was well, kinda different looking, prominent she said, and I guess you’ve noticed my sister’s too,” she looked up at me and smiled. “She told me you couldn’t take your eyes off her when Emily lifted her dress last night and showed her off,” she giggled.
Now it was my turn to blush. “Well, yes, you two seem to have such large labia,” I stammered as I joined her at the table. “I guess it runs in your family.”
She giggled again and I was happy she seemed to have settled down a bit. “Well, my mom doesn’t, but my aunt does – I’ve seen her naked before when I was younger and was surprised to see she didn’t have any pubes like my mom. She told me she shaves her pussy and I guess I kinda do the same thing now.”
“Yes, I couldn’t help noticing,” I smiled. “And on the subject of your aunt, how well do you know her girlfriend?”
“The one she has now? Not much, except that I don’t like her. She seems like a bitch and that’s why there was no way I was going to stay there with them. Pam didn’t have much choice but no way I was gonna stay there.” Becky had now finished her meal and stood up, taking her dishes over to the sink.
“Your aunt came on to me, you know, when I was over there with Pam. So I wondered how close she was with her girlfriend.”
Becky turned to me and grinned. “Really? That’s wild,” she said. “Maybe she’s not that tight with Janet after all. Good, I hope she dumps her.”
“Well, not for me,” I chuckled. “I have a live-in girlfriend already, as you know.”
“Yeah, Sharon. She’s hot looking,” Becky said, as she came over and hugged me, thanking me for feeding her. “Don’t worry about my aunt, though. She won’t be pissed if you don’t respond. But I’m glad she seems to be maybe getting rid of Janet. My aunt’s not all that bad really, just into her art and stuff. You might even like her if you get to know her. Oh, and you are hot looking too,” she whispered in my ear as our bodies melded closely together.
“Thank you sweetie,” I smiled at her, covering her butt cheeks with my palms as I pulled her tightly against me. “But I’m taken, remember?”
She pulled back a bit and tweaked my hardening nipples. “Yeah, I know, and she’s waiting for you right now so let’s go join them, shall we?” she added with a smirk on her pretty face. “I wanna find out about those jets Emily keeps on raving about. Pam got my pussy warmed up this morning and I’m ready for some more action.”
I pulled away a bit and looked down, sliding one of my hands over her prominent lips, marveling at their fullness, feeling the moisture already gathering, and squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I commented. “You certainly are ready for more action, aren’t you?” I teased, as she thrust her pussy forward, now not so eager to leave after all.
“Oh, Jen, that feels so good,” she whimpered as her eyes closed and a slight moan escaped her lips.
I don’t know what came over me then but I couldn’t resist fingering this young teen’s treasure which seemed to be getting wetter by the second. I quickly kneeled down in front of her to explore further and inhale the fragrance that seemed to pour from her, and before I knew it my lips had quickly found their way to her puffy, shiny labia. Her hands grasped the back of my head, pulling at my hair, as she ground herself into me and I responded by grabbing the cheeks of her butt and pulling her tightly against my face which was now buried between her stumbling legs.
My tongue worked its way between her fleshy lips and snaked into her cunt as one of my fingers found her tight, warm asshole and prodded its way inside. Then she suddenly lost it and cried out as my lips now surrounded her clit which had sprung from its hiding place in tandem with the passion that now seemed to overcome her. Her sweet juices were pouring onto my tongue as my finger probed deeper inside her butt hole and my mouth seemed to fuse with her deliciously plump pussy.
Then she screamed. Oh my, did she scream. And collapsed, floundering over my kneeling body, completely spent. I managed to hold us both up as she slowly recovered and regained her breathing. I carefully stood and pulled her up with me and we swayed together for a while until she was fully recovered; well, almost fully.
I pulled back a bit and gently kissed her lips, stroking her long hair as she quietly moaned into my mouth and tasted herself on me. Her blue eyes slowly opened and gazed into mine, a slight smile forming on her face.
“Oh, Jen, that was incredible,” she managed, and hugged me tightly once more. Now I know why Pam loves it here so much. If Emily takes after you, she is definitely in good hands.” And then she giggled again.
“Hadn’t we better go join the others before they wonder what we are up to?” she asked shyly.
“Somehow,” I replied, “I think we are all going to be up to the same thing as the day progresses. I think we just got a head start on everyone else.”
“Well, not really,” she reminded me. “We all had something going on earlier, remember? We just mixed things up a bit, changed partners, right? And now I owe you big,” she giggled.
I rubbed my dampening pussy with one hand and smiled, “Yes, I guess you do. You certainly do. Now, let’s go see what’s happening in the hot tub.”
And we grabbed our towels and ran outside laughing, banging the kitchen door behind us.
“What kept you so long?” Emily screeched as she saw us coming. Becky and I looked at each other and smiled - smiles that I’m sure Sharon couldn’t help but notice - smiles that told her exactly what had kept us for so long.
Then, without a word, Becky and I both jumped in and hit the jets.
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