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 Bobby Jo and The Outcall

   A young woman looks to see if it's true what happens in Vegas stays in
Vegas.  F/g g/g

   Copyright (C) Tanya Writer 2022

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   Bobby Jo and The Outcall By Tanya Writer

   She was born Roberta Josephine Hartley, that is a big name, but then she
was a big baby.  She 10 pounds, 12 ounces, and 25 inches at birth.  She was
a big girl, and she stayed a big girl.  She never was fat, just always
solidly built.  She took after her father.  He was tall and built like a
linebacker.  Roberta being Robert and Emily's first child, she was followed
by her brothers, Larry, Darrel, and Darren.  All of them were near to the
same size as Roberta.  But Roberta Josephine was too long a name for her
brothers to call their big sister, so it was shortened to Bobby Jo.

   Four big children were enough for Emily, her being a smaller woman.  She
put her foot down.  No more children.  Bob Hartley was big, and that
included his heart.  He respected the wishes of his wife.  He made sure
there would be no more.  Growing up, he taught his children to respect
their mother and to respect all women, and to stand up for them.

   He also instilled in them a sense of competition in them.  When she was
old enough, she wanted to play football.  She was big enough.  But because
she was a girl, she wasn't allowed to be on a team.  The coach suggested
that she be a cheerleader, after all that is what girls should do.  She
would have none of it.  She wanted to play.  Bob found that there was a
soccer team that she could join, so she did.  Bobby Jo enjoyed the team,
and she bonded with the other girls.  They liked her too.  Her brothers
joined soccer teams too, after seeing their sister play.  Bobby Jo would
practice at home with them.  They also all wrestled together, Bob included.
He showed them how to take care of themselves.

   Bobby Jo was in the third grade when she saw three little first-grade
girls talking to some fifth-grade boys.  That was strange, she thought. 
Later in the day, she saw the same first grade girls sitting without eating
any lunch.

   She went to them, feeling sorry for them.  She asked, "Why aren't you
eating?"

   The smallest of them said, "The older boys made us give them our lunch
money."

   Bobby Jo talked to some of her friends and they all gave a part of their
lunches so that the little girls had something to eat.

   The next day, Bobby Jo saw the same boys talking to the girls.  She went
up to them and demanded, "What are you doing with these girls?"

   The leader of the boys told her, "Get lost, it ain't none of your
business."

   The smallest of the first graders spoke up.  "He's taking our lunch
money."

   "No, he's not going to do that again," she told them.

   When the boy told the girls, "Give it over."

   Bobby Jo told him "No!  They aren't doing it."

   "What are you gonna do about it?  I know you, you're only in third
grade. You should be giving us your lunch money, too." He stood in her
face, right in front of her.  His buddies were all standing behind him.

   Bobby Jo told him, "This!" She gave him a mighty shove.  It knocked him
back into his buddies.  They all fell over like a string of dominoes.

   Bobby Jo was starting to shepherd the girls away while the boys picked
themselves up off the ground.  The leader got into Bobby Jo's face again
and told her, "You and all your friends," he pointed to Bobby Jo's three
friends with her, "and them little ones are going to give over your lunch
money every day, or we're going to beat you up." His buddies all stood
beside him with menacing faces.  One was punching his hand like he was
getting ready to hit someone.

   "I think not," she said, in refusal.  She looked him dead in the eye, as
she was as tall as him.  He took a swing at her.  She stepped back, and he
missed.  But she caught his arm.  She swung around him, pulled it around
behind his back.  All she would have to do was raise his arm up higher and
she could break it.  He was in a lot of pain.

   She told the boys, "Give those girls your lunch money or I'll break his
arm."

   They didn't move to do anything.  She raised his arm up higher.  It hurt
a lot more.  The pain in his face could be seen.  Finally he said, "Do it
or she'll break my arm."

   The boys gave over their lunch money to the girls.  She stuck her other
hand in to the leader's pocket and removed his lunch money.  Then she let
him go.  "Don't ever let me catch you doing anything to those girls again,
or I will break your arm."

   He moved away from her quickly and began to rub his arm.  "You won't get
away with this.  I'm gonna tell on you," he threatened.

   "Yeah, go ahead, while you're at it, tell the principal that you were
taking little kids' lunch money and that you, being a fifth grader, were
beaten up by a third-grade girl."

   No boy was about to admit to that, or any part of it.  That was the last
of that.  But Bobby Jo would keep an eye on them.  Eventually, word got
around the school.  There was no more trouble from those boys, and the
school administration turned a blind eye to the whole thing since it seemed
Bobby Jo had solved the problem.

   The younger girls all looked up to her, especially the smallest one. 
Her name, it turned out, was Stephanie Loudon.  She was small, even for a
first grader.  She was only three foot six and lucky to weigh 40 pounds. 
She had bright red hair that she wore in two braids, one on each side of
her head over her ears.

   They greatly revered her.  Bobby Jo had her own fan club.  She enjoyed
the adulation they gave her.  It didn't go to her head.  She just liked
being around the girls.  In the same way, she liked being around the girls
on her team.

   There was a strange thing.  She liked being around girls when they
changed clothes.  She liked seeing them putting on or taking off their
uniforms.  She liked seeing them in mostly just their panties.  She didn't
know why.  She never said anything to anyone about it.  She just figured
that's what girls do.

   When Bobby Jo was starting fourth grade, she was still the tallest girl
in her class.  She has started to develop her breasts.  A lot of the girls
were in awe of her when they saw she was wearing a bra.  None of the other
girls wore one, let alone had anything to go into it.  She was a source of
wonder to the other fourth grade girls.  Everyone one wanted to see them.
Bobby Jo would go into the bathroom and the girls would gather around her
and she would lift up her shirt and bra.  They weren't much, but it was
more than any other girl had.

   Some of her admirers, the first graders from last year, were among her
fan club.  They had heard about it, and they wanted to see.  Bobby Jo took
them into the bathroom too.  Every one got to see them.  It became almost a
monthly thing.  Everyone wanted to see if they had grown more.

   She didn't mind showing off.  But she decided that if she was showing
off hers, then maybe the other girls should be showing theirs too.  At
lunch time after eating they would parade over to the bathroom and Bobby Jo
would show.  Then each of the others would lift their tops and show their
chest, even the now second graders.  This continued on through all the
fourth grade and on into the fifth.

   Everyone liked that Bobby Jo was developing her breasts, and they got to
see them.  Bobby Jo, for some reason, she liked it when the other girls
showed their chests even if they had nothing growing there.  When her
little friend Stephanie came to her privately and asked to see Bobby Jo's
boobs.  Bobby Jo led her into the bathroom and into a stall.  She lifted
her top to show the younger girl.  Stephanie asked if she could feel it.

   No one had ever asked that before.  When Stephanie reached out and
touched them, it was the first time someone other than herself had touched
her there.  Bobby Jo loved it.  It felt so good for her.  But, turn a
bout's fair play.  Stephanie needed to show Bobby Jo her chest and Bobby Jo
could also touch hers.  From that moment on, Bobby Jo wasn't sure which she
liked more, having one of the girls touch her or her touching one of them.

   Stephanie became a special friend to Bobby Jo.  She wanted to go into
the bathroom to see and feel the older girl's boobs.  It was reciprocal. 
She wanted to see and feel the younger girl's chest.  It was after school
one day when Stephanie and Bobby Jo were in the bathroom after their little
show and feel, Stephanie put her arms around Bobby Jo and standing on her
tip toes reached up and pulled Bobby Jo down towards her, she gave the
older girl a kiss right on the lips.  To Bobby Jo, that was like an
electrical charge ran through her.  She couldn't believe what she felt when
the younger girl kissed her.

   The next day, Bobby Jo found the third-grade girl and told her to meet
her in the bathroom after school.  While all the other kids were happy to
be out of class and headed away from the school, Bobby Jo headed for the
designated bathroom to await Stephanie's arrival.  The younger girl
arrived, and into a stall they went.  As soon as they were in there, they
both knew what they wanted and they were pulling up their tops.  But on
this day Stephanie had worn a dress.

   Bobby Jo sat on the stool and Stephanie sat in her lap, facing her.  She
had taken her shirt open and pushed up her little AA cup bra.  She was
ready.  She unzipped the back of Stephanie's dress and pulled it down off
her chest.  Now they could get at each other's chest.  They felt each other
up a bit.  But Bobby Jo wanted more than that.  She wanted that electrical
charge she had gotten before.  She kissed Stephanie on the lips.  What a
charge that was.  As it turned out, it was as a big charge for Bobby Jo as
it was for Stephanie.  They both liked it.

   That set them off kissing each other.  They weren't much good at it, but
they both liked it very much.  They couldn't spend too much time there. 
The janitor would be coming by soon to lock up for the night.  Bobby Jo had
an idea.  "Do you wanna have a sleepover at my house on Friday night?"

   "Really?  You want me to come over?" Stephanie asked in amazement, being
as this was her hero, the girl who protected her, whom she idolized.

   "Yeah, sure, do you want to?"

   "Oh boy, yeah.  I've never done a sleepover before."

   "Ask your mom and see if she'll let you.  If I don't see you in school
tomorrow, just tell my brother Darrel.  He's in your class, right?"

   "Yeah, he is.  Oh I'm so happy." She gave Bobby Jo another kiss, then
putting her arms in the sleeves of her dress, Bobby Jo reached around her
and zipped it back up for her.  She then pulled her bra down and buttoned
her blouse.  They slipped out of the bathroom just before Al, the janitor,
came to lock the door.  Seeing them come out, he asked if there was anybody
else in there.  They told him no and were off.  They left him scratching
his head why they were in there after school was out.  Was it that long a
trip home that they needed to go before they left?

   Bobby Jo got home.  As soon as she could, she asked, "Mom, can I have a
sleepover on Friday?"

   "Where are you going to go?"

   "No, I wanna have it here."

   "How many girls are you going to have over?"

   "Just one."

   "That doesn't sound like much of a sleepover.  Where's the fun in only
one?" Her mother said, thinking of all the times she did them when she was
a girl and all the fun they had.

   "It's my first one.  I don't want to have too many for my first time,"
Bobby Jo skillfully told her.

   "OK, so who are you going to have?  What's her name?  It is a girl,
right?"

   "Of course it's a girl.  What'd think?"

   "Bobby Jo, sometimes, I don't know what to think about you.  So what's
her name?"

   "Stephanie."

   "Is she on your soccer team?  I don't remember that name?"

   "No, you remember a couple of years ago when those boys were taking the
lunch money from the first graders?"

   "Yes, I remember.  That was very nice of you to stand up for them.  But
what about them?"

   "Stephanie was one of those girls."

   "Oh, so she is in Darrel's class?  You don't want a girl a little older,
one from your class or your soccer team?"

   "No mom, we're friends, so can she stay the night?"

   "If her mom says it's OK, then it's OK with me.  What are you planning
to do?"

   "I don't know.  What do you do on a sleepover?"

   Her mother laughed, "When I was a girl, we would watch movies, eat
popcorn and candy, tell scary stories, and talk about boys.  Are either of
you interested in boys?  She is kind of young if she is in Darrel's class
to be liking boys."

   "No, were aren't interested in boys, but can you get up some movies or
something?"

   "We'll see what we can do.  Maybe you can stream one.  I'll get you some
popcorn.  The only thing I don't want you up all night is making a lot of
noise."

   "No, we'll be quiet, mom," Bobby Jo promised.

   Stephanie's mom was surprised to hear of the sleepover.  She asked with
whom it would be with.  When told it was Bobby Jo, that was a whole other
thing.  Her mom knew that Stephanie just about worshiped Bobby Jo, since
she had stood up for her.  So of course she approved.  She told Stephanie
to have Bobby Jo's mom give her a call tomorrow so they could arrange
things.

   Emily did call, and the mothers coordinated things.  Joanna, Stephanie's
mother, would bring her over just before dinner time and she could eat with
Bobby Jo and her family.  Bob had set up a couple of movies the family
could stream together.  Bobby Jo and Stephanie were put in charge of the
popcorn.

   The girl ate the popcorn while watching the movies with the rest of the
family, then it was time for bed.  The girls went to Bobby Jo's room to put
on their PJs.  Stephanie had a two piece set with long sleeves and legs
that bunnies in blue and pink on them.  Bobby Jo had a multi-colored
striped nightgown.  As they dressed, Bobby Jo whispered to Stephanie that
they shouldn't put on their underwear on under their night clothes.

   With teeth brushed and all in PJs, Bobby Jo and Stephanie could watch
one more short movie before they headed off to her room.  As they all sat
together, it thrilled Darrel to see his classmate in her PJs, staying the
night, even if it was with his sister.

   The girls were going to sleep in Bobby Jo's bed.  She had a large enough
bed to fit the two girls.  The desk lamp was on, giving a little light to
the room.  They lie in bed and could talk quietly about school, Bobby Jo's
soccer team, even about Darrel, since she saw him in his PJs.  Bobby Jo was
mostly waiting for her parents to go to bed.

   Emily popped her head in, then went over and turned out the light.  She
said, "Don't stay up too late, and try to be quiet.  Goodnight girls."

   That was the signal for Bobby Jo.  Her parents wouldn't be coming back
again.  "So, do you wanna kiss like we did before?"

   "Yeah," was all Stephanie said before Bobby Jo had her lips planted on
hers.  In the days that had passed, Bobby Jo had been doing her homework.
She found some kissing tutorials on line.  She knew that she wanted to
kiss, and she figured that Stephanie would want to do it too.  She watched
them and now she was ready to try, and she had just the person she wanted
to try it out with.

   Her kisses on the younger girl's lips were soft and gentle.  But they
were full lip kisses, not like the guppy lipped kisses they had been doing
before.  That kiss in the bathroom had been something but not anything like
this.  This was a whole other world for both of them.  Bobby Jo couldn't
help herself.  She wrapped her arms around Stephanie's head, pulling her
closer, if that was possible.

   With their lips intimately involved with each other, Bobby Jo sent her
tongue out, and began to lick her little partner's lips.  Stephanie let her
do it for a while.  Then she wanted a turn to do that, too.  She liked
doing it.  After they had done that to each other, Bobby Jo explained about
the tongue kissing.  Stephanie was more than willing to do it.  They
continued like that for a while.

   Stephanie asked, "Can I see your boobies?" Bobby Jo was more than
willing.  She whipped her nightgown off over her head.  That left her now
naked.

   "Take your PJs off, too."

   Stephanie complied, unbuttoning her top.  She shucked it off.  Bobby Jo
told her, "I'm all the way naked.  You take your bottoms off, too."

   "Is that kind of nasty?" she asked.

   "No, it's sexy," Bobby Jo told her.

   Stephanie pushed her bottoms off.  "I want so see `em."

   Bobby Jo got out of the bed and turned on the desk light, then got back
into the bed.  When she did, Stephanie got a look at Bobby Jo's crotch
before she could see a light dusting of hair.  Bobby Jo moved on to her
back.  Stephanie got into a position where she could see Bobby Jo's little
breasts.  "Can I touch them?" she asked, reaching out a hand.

   "Yeah!" Bobby Jo said, a bit too loud.  Her hand flew over her mouth
after saying that.  She pulled her hand away and corrected herself, "Yeah,
but we have to be quiet."

   "You're the loud one," Stephanie corrected her with a big smile.  They
weren't very big, it seems that hadn't gotten too much larger then when
they first started growing.  They were little cones that could just fill
Stephanie's hands.  They were capped by hot pink areolas the size of a
quarter.  The nipples were standing up, almost white in color.  When
Stephanie touched them, they were so sensitive, it felt like it was
lighting a fire in Bobby Jo.

   Stephanie ran her fingers up and down over them, she squeezed them,
anything she could think of to touch them.  There was one thing she hadn't
done, but Bobby Jo was thinking she needed.  "Kiss `em for me!" Bobby Jo
told her.  It wasn't an unacceptable request she made.  Stephanie put her
face down there and covered them with kisses.  She added licks to what she
was doing.

   It was driving Bobby Jo about over the edge.  "Suck on them!" she urged
her little lover.  Stephanie was more than willing.  She took one in her
mouth.  It was able to fit into her mouth.  She sucked on the whole thing.
She was also licking them while she was doing that.  Bobby Jo had a mini
climax, though she didn't know what they were.

   She pushed Stephanie off her.  "I need a break.  That felt so good." She
lay still for a minute, before she asked "Do you want me to do that to
you?"

   "I don't have anything."

   "I don't know.  I think what you've got is pretty good," she told
Stephanie, partly because she was her friend and wanted her to feel good.
But deep inside, something in Bobby Jo this was exciting to her.  She
reached over and stroked the flat chest.  That in of itself was exciting to
Bobby Jo.  She liked it.  She liked even more when she showered her little
lover's chest with kisses.  Finally, she settled down and began to lick and
suck on each of her friend's bright pink areolas.  In the end, who could
tell who was enjoying it more, the one having it done to her or the one
doing it?  Either way, they were both were loving it.  They were soon tired
and went to sleep cuddled together naked.

   They both judged that their first sleepover had been a success.  Emily
was happy to have Stephanie over.  She was a nice girl.  It didn't hurt
that Darrel liked his classmate, though he knew he had to treat her nicely.
Joanna, when she got the report back of how the sleepover had gone, she was
satisfied that it had been a success as well.  The girls didn't talk about
was the kissing, and touching, or sleeping together naked that was only for
them.

   The following Monday, Bobby Jo found a reason to talk to Al the janitor.
She stayed after school to follow him around.  She watched and asked
questions about his daily routine.  She kept an eye on the time.  Her
object wasn't to know what he did, but rather to know when he would be
around to lock up what bathrooms.  Once she knew his rounds and when he
would be where she could plan her after-school activities.  She had soccer
practice a couple of afternoons a week so she had to be home on time those
days, but the other ones she could be late coming home.  It would be a
little weird getting home later than her brothers, but she could get away
with it.

   She found Stephanie and told her to meet her after school in the
bathroom that would be the last one Al would lock up.  She knew what time
he would get there.  They got together.  As soon as they were alone, they
closed the door to the stall, and the kissing began.  It didn't last as
they both wanted to have their tits sucked, and that they were.  This went
on two times a week for a month.

   Bobby Jo wanted to have another sleepover with Stephanie.  Both mothers
were agreeable to that.  Stephanie was dropped off before dinner at the
Hartleys.  Instead of movies, the family played board games.  Again, Bobby
Jo and Stephanie were having a good time.  When it was bedtime, they got on
their nightwear sans the underwear.  Once in bed and Emily had checked on
them, then it was time for the real fun to begin.  They shucked their PJs
and were now naked again.

   The kissing began straight away.  Bobby Jo had done more research on
kissing and was better at it.  She was kissing all over Stephanie's face,
ears, and neck.  It was creating shivers in the younger girl.  Bobby Jo
paired that with running her hands over Stephanie's chest.  It was lighting
fires in the girl, and in Bobby Jo too.  She moved down to the girl's chest
and was sucking at the flat chest.

   When Stephanie had gotten the full treatment, it was her turn to service
Bobby Jo, and she was up to the job.  She attacked the older girl's boobs
with gusto.  She was fondling, squeezing, caressing the growing mammaries.
Bobby Jo was loving it.  Stephanie launched into sucking and licking them.
It felt great to Bobby Jo but didn't complete what she was needing.

   She was needing more.  But she had the answer to, she had discovered in
her research on the internet late at night, about touching herself between
her legs.  She had tried it a couple of times herself.  She couldn't wait
until she could show Stephanie.

   When Stephanie had finished with Bobby Jo's boobs with all she knew to
do.  Bobby Jo took over and told her, "I found something I think you will
like."

   "What?"

   "I'll show you." With that, she began to stroke Stephanie's upper inner
thighs.  That felt so good to the young girl.  It was going to get better.
Bobby Jo walked her fingers up Stephanie's little kitty.  The breath caught
in her throat.  It was amazing, and it was causing amazing feelings in the
girl.  Bobby Jo kept it up.  Those fingers caressed the little lips on that
place that Stephanie only thought was just for peeing.  She found out it
had another purpose.  In time, she would find another one too, but that
wouldn't be Bobby Jo who taught her that one.

   Bobby Jo was busy with another one.  She was all over the outside.  But
that wasn't the only place she was going.  She spread the lips and her
finger traced all over that area.  It all felt great to Stephanie, but it
jumped up much higher when touched that bump at the top.  Stephanie knew it
was there and could be sensitive when she wiped after peeing.  She had to
be careful around it.  But now Bobby Jo was toying with it.  It felt even
better than great.

   She rubbed that special spot.  It was in circles, then up and down, side
to side and a mix of that.  Stephanie couldn't keep it straight in her
mind. She was losing her mind.  There were so many sensations pouring in.
She never had anything like this before.  Before long, she couldn't take it
any more.  Her head just exploded.  She lay there, wiped out.

   It was Bobby Jo that brought her back with her kisses.  "Wow!  That was
something.  How did you think about that?"

   "You liked it?"

   "Oh, how could I not?  That was fantastic."

   "Will you do it to me?"

   "Yeah, sure," Stephanie whispered with great enthusiasm.

   Bobby Jo guided the girl's fingers to the pussy.  She allowed the girl
to explore on her own.  Just the feeling of another touching her there was
exciting.  Stephanie did her own thing as felt around another girl.  She
found Bobby Jo's vagina.  She entered the love cave but only a short way as
she ran into a barrier and stopped there, figuring that was as deep as that
hole went.  But she knew that Bobby Jo must have a bump like her.  It
didn't take long to find it.  She went wild doing anything to it.  She
could think up.  Sometimes she wasn't even thinking about it.  Her fingers
were doing things on their own.  No matter, it brought about the desired
end.  Bobby Jo had a full climax, something she knew was there but hadn't
had as completely as it came with Stephanie's fingers.  That secured a
place in Bobby Jo's heart for Stephanie.

   That concluded their activities for the night, as Bobby Jo could see in
her clock on her desk that it was quite late, (or early in the morning). 
It was off to sleep for the two tired lovers.

   The weeks following were the same thing, twice weekly meetings in the
bathroom for kisses and caresses.  That was the best they could do.  At
night, the girls both had their hands in their panties, touching themselves
in anticipation of when they could be together.  It was getting near the
end of the school year the girls planned one more sleepover.

   Bobby Jo had a new surprise for her little girl friend.  She couldn't
wait to show her.  She kept it under wraps and wouldn't tell her anything
except that she found a new way to play together.  Stephanie had something
too.  This time, Joanna strongly suggested that Stephanie had the sleepover
over at Stephanie's house.

   Things were arranged.  This was going to be different.  Stephanie had a
little sister, Julia, who was in first grade.  She had little brothers as
well.  Dick got to meet Bobby Jo.  She was introduced as the girl that
saved Stephanie and beat up the older boy that was taking her lunch money.
Julia, her sister, was impressed by that and by her size.  Her brothers,
Michael and George, were kindergarten and pre-k.  The boys didn't much care
about.  She was just a friend of their older sister.  They didn't have much
to do with that.

   Stephanie had a smaller bed since she shared a room with Julia.  Joanna
had suggested that Bobby Jo sleep on the floor.  She put down an air
mattress and a sleeping bag.  Stephanie would sleep in her bed.

   After dinner, they were to get ready for bed.  The boys were herded off
to the bathroom and Joanna ran their bath.  She stayed to make sure that
they washed.  Meanwhile, Dick spent some time talking to Bobby Jo, wanting
to know how it was that she and Stephanie were such good friends.  Bobby Jo
could only say that she protected Stephanie, and they were friends from
that.

   When the boys were done, it was the girl's turn.  The girls could all
take a bath together.  Bobby Jo was sent into the bathroom with Stephanie
and her little sister, Julia.  It was normal for Stephanie and her sister
to bathe together.  She was a first-grader while Bobby Jo was a
fifth-grader, never-the-less into the bath together they would go.  The
bathwater was run for the three of them.

   Julia noticed the boobs on Bobby Jo's chest as soon as they were naked.
"Look, she's got boobies," she said.

   "We know," Stephanie told her.

   Bobby Jo, in turn, was checking out Julia.  Julia looked like a smaller
version of Stephanie, except with blond hair.  The thought occurred to
Bobby Jo that was Stephanie must have looked like when she first met her,
when she was a first-grader.  She thought Julia was cute, and in a way kind
of sexy.  She might not have thought of that word, but she was attracted to
girls like that.  The girls played around a little in the bath until the
water started to get cold.  They need to wash and get out.

   Joanna came in to rouse them out.  She got a look at how mature Bobby Jo
was getting to be.  It might be a good thing for her girls to see a girl as
she grows.  It might present fewer questions for her later.  After the
baths were done, Dick and Joanna had popcorn and a movie for the kids. 
Bobby Jo felt it was too babyish for her.  But she had to remember that
Stephanie's little brothers and sister were watching it too.  But when that
was over, the little kids were sent to bed.  Stephanie and Bobby Jo got to
stay up and watch a more adult movie, even though it was only rated PG. 
When that finished, everyone went to bed.

   They set up an air mattress on the floor for Bobby Jo.  But, once they
got in the room, Stephanie stripped the blankets and pillows off her bed
and joined Bobby Jo on the mattress.

   The first thing they did was to shuck off their PJs, so they were naked.
Then the kissing began.  While their tongues were involved, their hands
were busy on each other's chests.  Bobby Jo was the first to break off the
kisses and move down to Stephanie's chest.  She was kissing and licking the
flat areolas and enjoying it very much.  But maybe not as much as Stephanie
was with the feelings she was generating in the girl.  Not only were there
electrical charges running up to her brain, but it seemed they were going
somewhere else, too.  They were going down right into her tummy, well not
her tummy that was all full of butterflies, but down lower, right between
her legs.

   To get at her better, Bobby Jo crouched down between Stephanie's spread
legs.  She could get at both of her flat boobs with ease.  But she had
learned more, and she was in a good position to do it.  The blanket was off
them and their naked bodies could be seen.

   Bobby Jo finished with everything she could think to do with Stephanie's
chest and her flat breasts.  But that was fine, because she had plans to do
more.  She kissed her way down Stephanie's belly, who had no idea where she
was going until Bobby Jo arrived there.  She planted kisses on the girl's
little pussy.  She made a squeaking noise when Bobby Jo did that.  But that
wasn't the end of it.  She not only covered the area with kisses, they were
followed by licks.  Bobby Jo's tongue was everywhere it felt to Stephanie.
That tongue was able to snake its way between the inner lips and the tip
tickled the entrance to her virgin vagina.  That thrilled the girl to her
core.

   If that wasn't enough, her tongue worked its way up to her excited clit.
She hardly knew it was there, and she never knew that touching it could
cause so much pleasure.  That is until Bobby Jo had showed her the pleasure
that could be had there.  Bobby Jo was just learning how to do those things
to a pussy.  It was an education she was enjoying getting.  Her tongue
wasn't anywhere close to an expert on how to get a girl off, but did the
job well enough that she gave Stephanie an even better climax than she had
before.  Not only did Stephanie have a great time, but Bobby Jo did too. 
She loved doing it.

   "Will you do me, too?" Bobby Jo asked her.

   They switched places.  Bobby Jo accidentally bumped into Julia's bed. 
They both looked up to see Julia with her eyes open, leaning over the edge,
watching them.  How long had she been watching?  They didn't know how or
what all she had seen.

   Stephanie, told her "Go back to sleep."

   "No I wanna watch."

   "No, this isn't for little girls," Stephanie told her.

   "I'm not a little girl."

   Exasperated, Stephanie told her, "You watch but you can't tell mom about
this if we let you."

   "You have to let me watch or I will tell mom," she countered.  "How come
you're naked?"

   "Because it works better this way," Stephanie told her.

   Bobby Jo laid back and Stephanie got over her, they began to kiss.

   "You're kissing her?"

   Stephanie stopped what she was doing.  "Yes, are you gonna watch or ask
questions?"

   "OK, I'll watch." but she put on her nightlight so she could see better.

   Stephanie went back to kissing.  She and Bobby Jo traded tongue work, at
the same time she fondled the older girl's boobs.  Eventually, she made her
way down to them and began to kiss, lick, and then suck at the areolas.

   "Wow, you're sucking on her boobies," Julia said.

   Stephanie pulled her mouth off long enough to say, "Shhhh!" Then went
back to working on them.  Until Bobby Jo pushed down on her shoulders. 
Stephanie knew what she wanted.  She took a deep breath and made the plunge
down.  She moved down and began to kiss Bobby Jo's lower lips.

   "Are you kissing her on her pussy?" Julia asked.

   Stephanie stopped again.  "Are you gonna watch or talk?" That stopped
Julia.

   Stephanie went back to where she was, kissing her way up and down Bobby
Jo's labia.

   "Use your tongue," Bobby Jo urged.

   Stephanie switched to licking.  Bobby Jo reached down and spread her
lips, "In here!" The younger girl set to work inside.  It was driving Bobby
Jo out of her bird.  She reached down and pulled Stephanie's head up a
little higher so she was now licking on her clit.  That was what Bobby Jo
was looking for.  Stephanie's instinct led her to lick it by rubbing her
tongue back and forth across it, or up and down.  Finally she was flicking
her tongue on it.

   Bobby Jo grabbed her head and held it in place.  Stephanie then went to
sucking on it.  But she put in a few tongue flicks as well as pulling on it
with her lips or giving it little gnaws with her lips.  All of it had the
desired effect.  Bobby Jo reached the climax that she was searching for.

   As Stephanie began to get up off Bobby Jo, Julia said, "I want you to do
that to me."

   "You're too little," Stephanie told her.

   "Am not!" was Julia's counter.  "You better do it, or I'm telling mom."

   "You better not or I swear I will get back at you, and you won't like it
at all."

   "Please Stephanie if you do it to me, I promise I won't tell.  Come on
give me a turn."

   "We might as well," Bobby Jo said.  "I'll do it.  Get down here Julia,
get your PJs off." addressing Stephanie she said, "You sure she can keep it
quiet?"

   "I'm not a snitch," Julia offered.

   "No, she threatens a lot, but she hasn't told on me about anything yet.
Because I know a lot of things about her, that she would get in trouble
for."

   Julia started to take her PJs off, Bobby Jo asked, "Want me help?" She
proceeded to undress the younger girl.  Once she was naked Bobby Jo got
over top of her, "I'm gonna show you how to kiss."

   "I know how to kiss," Julia said.

   "Not like this," Bobby Jo told her.  She ran her hands up Julia's sides
then over to her chest.  She couldn't be more flat than Stephanie.  Her
chest was smaller with smaller areolas.  But the same shade of pink as her
older sister.

   She began to kiss Julia's lips softly.  The little girl had pursed her
lips, but Bobby Jo wasn't giving kisses like that.  Julia soon found out
this was a whole other way of kissing.  Bobby Jo didn't spend long with
those kisses only enough to introduce the kisses to the young girl.  Bobby
Jo went on to kiss her across her face and ended up at an ear.  She kissed
it, blew warm air into it, which made Julia giggle.  Soon Bobby Jo was
kissing it licking, it and gnawing on the lobes.  She moved down and began
to kiss her neck.  This caused Julia to coo.

   Bobby Jo worked her way over to the other side and began work in the
same way on the other ear.  Eventually she left the ear and made her way
back to Julia's mouth.  Now the girl had a better idea of kissing, and she
did a better job of it.  She was giving back to Bobby Jo what she was
giving.  But she stumbled when Bobby Jo's tongue got into the action.  At
first, she didn't know what to do.

   Stephanie could see something was up with her sister.  She realized that
Bobby Jo had introduced her tongue to the mix.  She told her sister, "Open
your mouth and let her do things with her tongue, and you do them too." She
felt her sister had never steered her wrong, so she went with it.

   Soon Bobby Jo and Julia's were swapping tongues and spit.  Julia seemed
to be getting into it.  That was something that surprised Bobby Jo, but she
wasn't upset by it.  In fact it turned her on even more.  She didn't know
why, but it did.  She spent an adequate amount of time there she was
anxious to move on.

   She run her hands over the girl's flatter than flat chest.  It tickled
Julia and again she giggle.  But it felt good too, in a way satisfying
something deep inside her.  Bobby Jo went to work on the little areolas
kissing and licking them.  It was causing Julia to shutter.  Bobby Jo was
going to stop, but Julia put her hands on Bobby Jo's head holding her in
place.

   Time to move on, she moved down between the girl's legs.  She stroked
her upper inner thighs, causing the girl react with developing goosebumps
there.  Bobby Jo spent a little time kissing and licking those thighs. 
They were delicious she thought.  But there were more important places she
needed to go.  She spread a few kisses around the girl's pussy, before she
let her tongue do the walking.  It was all over those little lips.  She
spread the tiny inner lips and went it.  She got her tongue up to the tiny
hole.  She wiggled the tip there, thrilling the girl.

   Bobby Jo couldn't get in there the hole was too small.  She moved on to
something better.  The girl's clit was just standing around waiting for
Bobby Jo to get there.  She didn't keep her waiting any longer.  There were
a few preliminary licks but mostly she took the whole thing in her mouth
and began to suck on it.  She even tried to hum a bit.  The vibration sent
the girl right out.

   She started to push Bobby Jo away, saying, "I gotta go pee." Bobby Jo
didn't let her up.  She redoubled what she was doing.  Julia was wiggling
her hips and her head was thrashing about, tossing from side to side.  Then
there was like an explosion in her head.  There was a bright, blinding
light, then a roar in her ears.  It got brighter and louder until she
almost couldn't stand it anymore, until like the last skyrocket fizzles out
to darkness when the last fireworks had gone on the Fourth of July
celebration, it was dark and quiet.  There was relief in her body as though
she had been through some great endurance test, which was now over, and she
got through it.

   Bobby Jo got up off of her.  She looked down, and asked, "Did you like
that?  If you don't tell you might more of that," she said with a wink.

   "OK, back in your bed, and get your PJs on," Stephanie told her. 
Meanwhile she cuddled up to Bobby Jo as she lay on the mattress.  They went
off to sleep in each other's arms.  But at first light, they had to dress,
and Stephanie went back into her bed.  Her mother was likely to come to get
them up.

   The Loudons decided that Bobby Jo staying the night was a success and,
it could be repeated whenever her and Stephanie desired.  They did spend a
couple of days a week together since school was now out for the summer. 
Bobby Jo would be headed off to middle school the next year leaving
Stephanie behind.  So they wanted to spend as much time together as they
could.  Because they didn't live too far apart, they could ride their bikes
over to each other's houses, from there head off on rides.  Sometimes Julia
would try to tag along, but most times, they eluded her and got away.  They
had a couple more sleepovers at Bobby Jo's house.  They were left alone to
prefect their oral skills.  They both loved kissing each other.  Bobby Jo
especially enjoyed going down and licking Stephanie's pussy.  She was very
game to return the favor.  So much so that she was practicing on Julia to
get better for Bobby Jo.  While she preferred that Bobby Jo do it, she
would accept her sister's oral intentions.

   After a couple more sleepovers at the Hartley's Joanna was firm that the
next sleepover Stephanie would host, as Julia was pestering as to when
Bobby Jo would come over and spend the night.  Joanna thought it odd, but
she couldn't put a finger on it.  Bobby Jo always acted normal around
everyone, and she treated Stephanie and her siblings with courtesy and
respect, even though they were all younger than her, it bothered Joanna why
would Bobby Jo hold such an attraction for Julia?  She could understand
Stephanie, but not Julia.

   The kids got ready for bed after dinner, which meant the boys took a
bath, followed by the girls.  Again, Bobby Jo was expected to bathe with
Stephanie and Julia.  They were allowed to play around in the tube for a
little bit, but they were to wash themselves.  Julia wanted to wash Bobby
Jo.  It was her way of getting her hands on the older girl.  She squeezed
and toyed with the girl's boobs.  She was also interested in getting her
hands between Bobby Jo's legs.  It actually made Stephanie a little
jealous. Bobby Jo made it up to her, by being the one to wash Stephanie. 
She also washed Julia.

   Joanna about caught them doing that, when she came in to hurry them as
the boys were waiting for them to start the movie.  Finally, they appeared
and they could start the movie.  Joanna noticed it looked like Stephanie
and Julia didn't have underwear on under their PJs.  She couldn't tell
about Bobby Jo, she couldn't see up her nightgown to tell.

   The boys and Julia were off to bed after the movie.  Like last time,
Stephanie and Bobby Jo got to stay up later and watch a more mature movie.
But like before, it wasn't more than a PG-13 movie.  But unlike last time,
Dick and Joanna stayed up later, watching another movie after sending Bobby
Jo and Stephanie off to bed.

   They would have to wait until the parents went to bed.  They could hear
when they turned off the TV and headed for bed.  Stephanie and Bobby Jo
closed their eyes when Joanna peeked in on them.  They waited a little
longer to be sure they had gone to sleep.  Stephanie got a blanket off her
bed, then took off her PJs and moved down to the air mattress.  Bobby Jo
had already slipped off her nightgown.  They woke up Julia as she had made
them promise to wake her up when they were ready for their naked play time.
She stripped and got down with them.

   Julia insisted on being first, and she wanted Bobby Jo to do her.  Then
it came out.  Julia said that Bobby Jo did it better than Stephanie.  She
and Stephanie were doing this together.  That explained how Stephanie had
gotten better at the sex.

   Julia laid down on her back with her legs spread.  Bobby Jo crouched
between them as she stretched over her and began to play kissy-face with
her.  Julia was into it with her tongue, wrestling with the older girl. 
She also liked her ears kissed.  When Bobby Jo did it, she giggled.  She
wasn't so wild about her non-existent boobs kissed, but Bobby Jo did.  All
due homage was paid to them.  What she wanted most of all was for Bobby Jo
to go down between her legs.  The older girl didn't mind doing it either.
She knew that the girl was clean there, as she had washed her, herself only
a couple of hours earlier.  She tasted fresh, with a slight scent of the
soap she had used on her.

   Bobby Jo loved those little lips.  She could truly get into her tongue
into those little things and licking them out.  But that is not forgetting
that the little clit she had up there.  Bobby Jo had learned how to set it
to buzzing, and she did just that.  It didn't take Julia to have her cum.

   When she was done, Stephanie took her place for Bobby Jo to do her next.
With Stephanie, Bobby Jo took her time with the kissing, as there was real
affection she had for the girl.  She wouldn't have openly admitted it, but
she considered Stephanie as her girlfriend.  She generally tried to please
her.  She had learned those special spots that did things too, and for
Stephanie.  She pushed all triggers, giving a maximum effort to please her
little lover.  She felt the girl's still flat chest, which she loved.  She
licked and sucked on those pink areolas.  By the time she was done there,
the little nipples that the girl had were standing up.

   That showed Bobby Jo it was time to move on.  She relished the chance to
eat Stephanie's pussy.  To her, it was almost the perfect pussy.  It was
hairless and the inner lips were tucked up inside the outer ones, so they
couldn't be seen until the outer ones were spread.  She could feast on the
insides of the delicious morsel.  Bobby Jo did her job.  She licked all
over the Mons and the outer lips before permitting herself the treat she
wanted and that was to get at that little pussy.

   Her tongue toyed at the opening to the vagina.  She could taste the
freshness that Julia had, and the same soap scent, but there was a little
more than that.  She couldn't put her finger as to what she had that Julia
didn't.  But whatever it was, Bobby Jo loved it.  She licked out that
vagina as much as she could get it.  There was little fluid that seemed to
be leaking from it.  If she knew that's what it was, Bobby Jo might have
considered it the ambrosia of the gods.  She licked the little girl dry
there before she journeyed up to the girl's waiting clit.  It stood up
patiently, waiting.

   Bobby Jo rewarded the patience.  But not the way one would expect a good
and patient one who politely waited.  Instead, it was treated to a whipped
frenzy of an attack on it.  Bobby Jo's tongue was everywhere on it, doing
all kinds of things to it.  All of it registered in Stephanie's brain, with
all kinds of sensations.  It was driving her mad, mad with excitement.  She
loved it.  It was driving her up a wall, or more exactly, up a mountain. 
She was going higher and higher, her peak was high up there.

   Finally, she reached it.  Her brain was blown apart.  The sensations of
pleasure were so much.  Her head could hardly contain it all.  It was
already leaking out her ears.  It threatened to leak out of her mouth. 
Bobby Jo could sense that.  She stopped her eating long enough to tell
Julia to cover Stephanie's mouth with her hand and keep her quiet.  This
was a big one, the biggest one Bobby Jo had ever given her.  Julia's hand
could hardly keep her quiet, she could just do it.

   It took her a couple of minutes to recover from that one.  Finally, she
was able to move and Bobby Jo took her place on the mattress.  She now had
Stephanie on one side of her and Julia on the other.  It was their turns to
please Bobby Jo.  Stephanie started by kissing her.  While they tongue
wrestled, Julia was busy with Bobby Jo's boobs.  She was squeezing them,
kissing them, licking, and sucking on the areolas and nipples.  It was the
same things she had done with Stephanie, but it was much better to be doing
it with Bobby Jo because she had real boobs, not the flat chest that
Stephanie had.

   Soon enough, it was time to switch.  Julia moved back to Bobby Jo's
lips. While Stephanie moved down to Bobby Jo's boobs.  While Julia had
mauled them, Stephanie took excellent care of them as she made love to
them. Her touch was lighter and had more caresses in them than her little
sister had done.  For a change, this was raising the goose-flesh on Bobby
Jo.  This was not a problem for her.  She was loving the work her little
girlfriend/lover was doing with and for her.

   That is not to say she didn't mind being back playing kissy-face with
Julia, but it didn't have the emotion that there was with Stephanie.  She
cared for the girl.  But Julia would try to make it up.  She was turning
the tables on Bobby Jo, kissing and gnawing on her ears.  She even spent
some time kissing her neck.

   Finally, it was time for the big show to start.  Bobby Jo spread her
legs wide.  Each girl had a leg.  It was their job to stroke, kiss, and
lick that leg.  They were to start at the knee and work their way up to her
snatch.  There was to be no scrimping on anything or trying to jump ahead.
They both had a job to do, and she was going to hold them to doing it.

   But it was such a pleasurable job that they didn't mind doing it. 
Eventually, they both made their way up to that special spot between her
legs that they both loved.  They were detailed to lick their way from the
perineum up to the Mons.  But each must stop and pay a short courtesy call
at her clit.  It was not a problem for either girl.

   But there wasn't a way that the two girls could both do her clit at the
same time.  Bobby Jo directed that Stephanie was to work her tongue in and
around the pussy hole, while Julia was to spend some time licking Bobby
Jo's clit.  Stephanie was getting a good taste of the excitement that the
two girls were creating in her.  Then Bobby Jo stopped them and had them
reverse positions, and move.  Stephanie got over top of Bobby Jo so she
could work on her from the top of Bobby Jo's pussy.  Julia remained between
her legs.  Now with her smaller tongue could get up higher and better into
Bobby Jo's holy-of-holies.  She got more of a taste of Bobby Jo's essence.
Stephanie was detailed to take care of the very excited clit.  In return,
Bobby Jo was able to pay some attention to Stephanie's clit too.

   They began their work tongues fully engaged and with full enthusiasm. 
Stephanie especially was using her lips in addition to her tongue.  Her
worked showed.  It didn't take her long to bring Bobby Jo to a boil, and
she blew the top off her tea kettle.  Her mind was blown as a result.  She
was blowing her cum out of her hot little pussy.  Julia got a mouth full of
Bobby Jo's first squirt.  It wasn't much, mercifully for Julia.  The climax
the two of them gave her was one for the books.  She quickly brought off
Stephanie, then pulled them both up beside her and gave them both a very
hot and loving kiss before they thought they should get redressed and back
into the proper beds.

   It was just as well as they slept like logs, until the later morning,
when Joanna had breakfast ready and the boys were up eating before she went
to arouse the girls.  They were three hungry girls and devoured their
breakfast.

   Bobby Jo was taken home.  She and Stephanie talked over the next few
days, but they didn't see each other.  Nothing unusual there.  She had
soccer practice, she had gone to the library and had books to read, and
other things to do to keep herself busy.  If she got horny, she could maybe
see the girls change into their soccer uniforms and if worst came to worst,
always play with herself.

   Stephanie usually could sublimate her sexual desires.  That wasn't so
with Julia.  She could get horny and didn't know how to deal with it.  It
was in the evening the boys were in the bath while the girls waited their
turn.  Julia couldn't wait any longer.  She had to have it.

   "Come Stephanie, I need you to lick my pussy.  It has been so itchy all
day.  I need you to lick it.  I'll do yours too."

   "I don't know.  Maybe we should wait until tonight."

   "Come on, I need it now.  I can't wait!  Mom is in with the boys.  We
can be quick.  Come on please."

   "OK, get your clothes off and get on your bed," Stephanie told her.

   They were both having a good time in a 69 position when Joanna opened
the door to get them for their bath.  "What the...." her voice trailed off
in utter surprise.

   Her voice made the girls look up from their "work."

   "Dick, get in here right now!" Joanna bellowed.  She never said anything
like that unless it was an emergency.  Dick hustled to the girl's room
where Joanna was standing in the door way.

   By the time he arrive Stephanie had gotten off of Julia and was standing
by her bed.  He looked into the door as Joanna had swung the door open
more. He saw his oldest daughter standing next to her little sister's bed,
naked.  On the bed was his other daughter, also naked.  "What's going on?"
he asked.

   "I caught them sixty-nining each other."

   "Wwwhat?" Dick stammered out.  "sixty-nining, you say?  Our girls doing
that?"

   "Yes," Joanna said forcefully, "Our girls eating each other out.  Dick,
we need to do something about this.  This just can't be.  Talk to her," she
nodded her head at Julia, at the same time she took Stephanie by the arm
and about drug her into the living room where her brothers were sitting. 
They got their first look at their older sister naked.

   Joanna sat down on the couch, with Stephanie standing in front of her.
The first thing she did was bark the order, "Boys, go to your room."

   Once they had gone, Joanna asked, "What did you think you were doing?"

   "Julia wanted to do it," Stephanie said, trying to shift the blame she
knew she was going to get.

   "Why did she want to do what you were doing?  Have you two done that
before?  And don't you lie to me!" she said in a menacing voice.

   Stephanie truthfully told her, "We didn't ever do like that before."

   "How do you know to do such a thing?"

   "The other girls at school."

   "What other girls?"

   "I don't know, just around."

   "You know, this is a very bad thing you were doing.  Girls your age
shouldn't be doing things like this, sexual things.  And your sister is
younger than you.  There is no way either of you should be doing this. 
This is sex with another girl.  That is homosexual!  Even worse, you are
doing it with you sister.  That is incest.  This is wrong and bad on so
many levels.  I want this to stop this instant!  DO UNDERSTAND ME MISSY?!"
Joanna said loudly, as she had a hold of Stephanie by the arms and shook
her.

   "Yes, mom," Stephanie meekly replied.  She was just barely holding back
her tears.

   Back in the bedroom, Dick interrogated Julia.  "What did mom catch you
doing?"

   With tears leaking from her eyes, she said, "I'm sorry daddy, we won't
do it again." He knew he had her.  She was a daddy's girl and with this
tactic, he could get her to spill.

   "What was it that you were doing?" He asked, knowing full well what they
were doing.  He just wanted to hear it from her.  He kept his cool, but
inside he was seething.

   "Stephanie was licking me on my pussy."

   "And?" He asked.

   Between sniffles, she said, "I was licking hers."

   "Why were you doing that?"

   "Because it feels so good."

   "So you've done this before?"

   "Yeah, not always me and Stephanie."

   "You were doing it with somebody else, too?"

   "I'm not supposed to tell.  I promised."

   "Who are not supposed to tell?"

   "Mommy."

   "I'm not mommy.  Did you promise not to tell me?"

   "No."

   "Then you can still keep your promise.  You just tell me.  You were
doing things with someone else?"

   "Yeah."

   "Who?"

   "Bobby Jo."

   "What were you doing with her?"

   "She was licking me on my pussy, and then she showed me how to do that
to her."

   "Where was your sister while this was happening?"

   "She was right here.  She went first."

   "So your sister was doing things with Bobby Jo, too?"

   "Yeah."

   "How did you get involved?"

   Blushing, Julia said, "I made them.  I watching and Bobby Jo made
Stephanie feel so good, and I wanted to feel it too.  And you know, daddy,
Bobby Jo has boobies.  She let me touch them."

   "How did you make them?" Dick asked, to refocus his question.

   "I told them if she didn't do it to me, I would tell on them."

   "So you threatened them?"

   Julia hung her head a little.  "Yeah.  But I had to.  They didn't want
to do it to me."

   "Is that when you promised not to tell mommy, if they did that with
you?"

   "Yeah."

   "OK, go get in the bath.  I want you to just wash no playing in around
in there.  If your sister is already in the bath, then you come back here
and wait for her to get out.  I don't want you going in the bath with her.
You understand that?"

   "Yes, daddy." Off she went to the bathroom.

   When Dick had come out of the room and Julia was in the bathroom, Joanna
sent Stephanie back to her room.

   "What are we going to do about them?" Joanna asked.

   "One thing is no baths together, different bed times, no playing
together in the room, and above all else, no sleepovers with Bobby Jo."

   "What's up with her?"

   "Apparently her and Stephanie were doing things together, and Julia saw
it and wanted in on it.  Bobby Jo has been doing it with both the girls. 
No doubt that is what the sleepovers have been all about.  That girl is a
danger.  She is corrupting the morals of young girls and turning them into
homosexuals."

   "What do we do?" Joanna asked.

   "We talk to Bobby Jo's parents right now.  Joanna looked at him.  She
could see he was pretty steamed.

   Dick called and Bob answered the phone, "H-h-hello" Bob stammered in
saying.

   "Is this Bob Hartley?"

   "Yes, it is."

   "I'm Dick Loudon, Stephanie's father."

   "Oh, nice to talk to you, Dick."

   "You may not think so in a minute," he barked.

   "Why what's up?"

   "It's your daughter.  She is a menace to society."

   "What do you mean, menace to society?  How?  Are you saying she did
something?"

   "She is corrupting the morals of young girls."

   "What?!  How?"

   "She is having homosexual sex with young girls!"

   "Our Bobby Jo?"

   "Yes, that is who I mean.  She has taken both our daughters to bed and
performed homosexual acts on them, and had them do that to her.  They were
giving each other oral sex."

   "Our Bobby Jo?" He asked incredulously.

   "Yes.  She was even doing it with Julia, who is just out of first grade.
She is corrupting little girls, attempting to turn them into homosexuals.
Something must be done about her.  I think that maybe the police should be
involved here."

   "Hold on, Dick, maybe we don't have to go that far.  We can certainly
keep our daughters apart.  Would that be good with you?"

   "For starters, but we have to protect the rest of society from her.  I
think that if she can't get at my daughters, she will be at someone else's.
You've got to do something about her, or I will.  That little deviant needs
to be arrested."

   "Alright, can you hold off on the cops for a day or two and let me
figure things out?  I don't want that for Bobby Jo, and I don't think you
would want to have your girls testifying in court, would you?"

   "I'll give you a couple of days to figure something out.  But you better
get back to me and have a damn good solution, or you're gonna be talking to
the cops." With that, Dick slammed down the phone.

   Joanna was in the room and heard his side of the conversation, and she
could figure out the other side.  "So what do we do?"

   "I want to see that little dyke sent away."

   "Come on, Dick, you don't want that, do you?"

   "I do.  But I said I would give him a couple of days to figure out
something.  I'm only doing it because I don't want the girls to have to
testify in court.  It will tar them too.  But we are going to have to watch
them and make sure there is no more of this kind of stuff."

   Over at the Hartley house, Bob called out "Emily."

   She came into the living room where he was, as she was drying her hands
on a dish towel.  "Yes, Bob?"

   "We got a problem."

   "Oh, what is that?"

   "Bobby Jo has been going down on Stephanie and it seems Stephanie's
little sister."

   "Going down?  You don't mean?"

   "Yeah I do, she has been eating the girls out."

   "What are we going to do about it?" Emily asked.

   "I don't know, but if we don't figure something out in a couple of days,
Stephanie's parents want to get the police involved."

   "Well, I guess we need to do something," Emily agreed.

   "Bobby Jo, come in here," Bob called.

   She came into the room, "Yes Dad?"

   "Bobby Jo, I heard some very bad things about you."

   Bobby Jo started to quake, afraid of what it could be.  Bob said, "You
have been having sex with Stephanie and her sister, haven't you?"

   "Dad, it isn't like that."

   "What is it like, then?"

   "I didn't make them, they wanted.  Julia even made us do it or she would
tell on us."

   "I didn't ask you if you made them, but obviously that's what you've
been doing," he said.

   "Is that what you have been doing on your sleepovers?" Emily asked her.

   "Yes, mom."

   "You are in a lot of trouble.  Stephanie's parents want to have you
arrested," Bob said.

   "They won't do that, would they, dad?"

   "I don't know.  They might well do that.  This is very bad.  You
shouldn't have been doing those things.  We're going to have to figure out
something to do with you.  We will try to keep you from being arrested, but
I don't know.  You go to your room and think about what you have done." Bob
sent her off.

   "What can we do?" Emily asked.

   "Keeping her away from those girls, I think, won't be enough to satisfy
the Loudons," Bob said.  "We'll have to come with something more radical
than that."

   "Well, Bobby Jo will be in middle school in the fall.  That's a
different school.  Maybe that will be enough," Emily offered.

   "I don't know.  Dick sounded pretty upset.  We may have to do more.  We
could send her away to school, so she was out of the area.  He might feel
better about the whole thing if Bobby Jo wasn't around here."

   "But, where?" Emily asked.

   "Let me think about it a bit."

   That night, Bob tossed and turned, trying to figure this one out.  It
would have to be some kind of boarding school, so she was away from here.
She would have to be somewhere they could keep her in line.  Sending her to
a girl's school would just be creating the same problem in a different
place.  She needed somewhere with discipline.  Do military schools take
girls?

   In the morning, he told Emily, "I think maybe the answer is to send her
to a military school."

   "Do they have them that will take girls?" She asked.

   "I'll have to check." Bob spent as much time the next day as he could
searching out schools.  He found one and called them.

   He reached the dean of students, a Colonel Carrington.  "Yes, Mr. 
Hartley.  How may I help you?"

   "I am looking for a school that will accept female students," Bob said.

   "Here at General Sherman's Military Academy, we will accept a limited
number of females.  But I will tell you most of our cadets, in fact, all of
them right now, are male.  May I ask why you would want her to come here?"

   "I feel that she might need the structure and discipline that your
school could give her.  I will say your academics are highly rated."

   "Yes, we do take pride in that.  As such, we have rather high standards
for those we accept.  If you daughter, it is daughter, can qualify, we can
accommodate her.  We do have a few rooms for females."

   "Can you tell me about those accommodations?"

   "Our female cadets have separate housing and, of course, separate
bathrooms.  But they will eat in the same dining mess and attend classes
with their male classmates.  They will have to follow the same rules and
meet the same standards as the males.  We don't show favoritism."

   "What would we need to do to apply?"

   "You can get an application from our website.  Fill that out, have her
school send over her records.  What grade level would she be entering in?"

   "She would be in sixth grade this fall."

   "That is the lowest level we do accept.  I will tell you as of right
now, she would be the only female at the academy.  May I ask, why wouldn't
you not want to send her to a school for girls?"

   "Well, to be honest with you Colonel, she has been having problems being
around other girls.  Perhaps being around all boys will help with that."

   "Alright, say no more.  I think we can help straighten her out.  Just
send the materials, you can do it by fax and have the school send her
records and we will look at them.  Oh, and other thing she would need to
follow the dress code here, and that includes hair length.  We do allow for
a little longer for females, but it isn't that much longer.  By the way,
what is her name?"

   "Roberta Josephine Hartley, but we call her Bobby Jo."

   "If I might, I would suggest you use Bobby Jo.  In fact, you might even
think about changing it legally to Bobby Jo as it would make it easier for
her here, and maybe in the outside world, after she has left here."

   "Well thank you Colonel, I think you can look for the materials soon."

   Bob printed off some material about the school.  That night when they
got into bed, he shared it with Emily.  She looked it over.  "You think
this is a good place?"

   "According to what they claim, they have better academics than the
school district here.  She may in fact get a better education if she goes
there than if she stays here.  She would be the only girl there, at least
for now, so we won't have any problems with girls in her bed.  I would hope
that would satisfy Loudon.  So she might be better off going there."

   "Can we afford it?" She asked.

   "We have been putting away money for the kids' college education.  We
might have to tap into that a little, and I figure we can cut some expenses
around here.  I don't need to belong to the golf club and if you gave up
your ladies' tea society, plus we won't be paying for Bobby Jo's soccer.  I
think we can swing it," he said.

   "Where is it?"

   "Here, it says in the brochure," pointing it out.

   "Oh Bob, it is out of state, and so far away."

   "It should keep her safe.  Oh and one other thing, he suggested, since
we already call her Bobby Jo, that we go ahead and actually change her name
to that.  It might give her a new identity should Loudon try to pursue
her."

   "When do we tell her?"

   "We'll have a family meeting after dinner tomorrow."

   "Alright, I can make a favorite of Bobby Jo to ease the blow," Emily
said.

   That night after dinner, Bob and Emily called their children into the
living room.  "Kids, your mother and I have made a decision.  Bobby Jo is
going to be going away to school.  The school is back east.  She will be
living there."

   "Dad no!" Bobby Jo exclaimed.  "Please, I'll be good," she pleaded.

   "That's how it will be.  Your mother and I have decided.  You got
yourself into quite a pickle.  This maybe the best way to get you out of
it. Also, one other thing, this at least you may like: we are going to
legally change your name from Roberta Josephine to Bobby Jo.  That is, if
all this is acceptable to the Loudons."

   "What have they got to do with anything?" Larry asked.

   "I know," Darrel said with a tease in his voice.  "You got yourself in
trouble with Stephanie."

   "There will be no more talk about this.  Do you all understand?" Bob
commanded.

   "Yes, dad," the kids said in chorus.  "You all may go, Bobby Jo.  You
stay here."

   "What's the number over to the Loudons?"

   Bobby Jo gave it and Bob called it.  "Is this Dick?" Bob asked when a
male voice answered the phone.  "This Bob Hartley.  I think I have a
solution to the problem."

   "We are planning to send her to a military school." On hearing that,
Bobby Jo's face dropped.  "Yes, it is out of state and she will be far away
from your girls.  She won't have any contact with them again....  You think
that will be acceptable to you?....You do?  Bobby Jo wants to apologize for
everything." He handed her the phone.  She was flabbergasted that she would
have to say anything to him.

   She put the phone to her ear.  Bob stood on the other side of her,
whispering in her ear.  Which Bobby Jo repeated.  "Mr Loudon, I'm sorry for
having gotten Stephanie and Julia involved in such vile things." She turned
and looked at her dad.  He nodded that she should continue.  "I want to
apologize to you and to them, and I hope that we can make amends." Bob
backed away.  She continued to hold the phone to her ear.  She said,.... 
OK, thank you." "He said to tell you that as long as I didn't come near
them, he wasn't going to call the police."

   "Alright Bobby Jo, you've gotten out of that one."

   "Daddy, do I really have to go to a military school?"

   "Yes, I think it will be best for you."

   The next day, he sent in the application and Emily went over and had the
school faux over her records.  A week later, in uncharacteristic military
efficiency, Bob got a call from Colonel Carrington.  He was calling to
inform him Bobby Jo had been accepted to the school, and that he would be
emailing a packet of information on the things she would need and need to
know, also when they new school term would begin and when she would have to
report.

   Bob went to the court and filed for a name changed on an expedited
basis. Since she was a minor and both parents were consenting, an informal
hearing was scheduled a week later.  She was no longer Roberta Josephine
Hartley, she was officially Bobby Jo Hartley.  It was shortly after that
Emily took Bobby Jo to the beauty shop.  She was going to have to get her
hair cut, quite short.  She wasn't too happy with that.  Emily showed her
and the stylist what her hair was to look like to match regulations.

   One thing Bobby Jo did like was she got to travel alone.  She was an
unaccompanied minor, she had a stewardess assigned to her.  She picked
Bobby Jo up at the gate and she was responsible to see to it that she was
delivered to a representative of the school on the other end.

   Once she got there and learned the ropes, it wasn't so bad.  There was
were a bunch of boys her age all starting out in the school like she was.
She got along with them.  Everyone treated each other with respect.  The
classes were good.  There were things to do after class, things she would
never have gotten to do at home.  All-in-all she liked the place.  It
wasn't so bad after all.  She got to come back home for Christmas and for
summer vacation.

   She never heard anything more about Stephanie, except once the first
summer she was home, Darrel said it was around the school that Stephanie
had a girlfriend, but no one could confirm that.  It seems the next year
the Loudons moved to somewhere back east.  Nobody knew for sure.  It was
said they went to Vermont.

   Bobby Jo learned the pecking order of the school.  The commandant was
General Crook, he was the headmaster.  Colonel Carrington was the dean of
students.  The department heads were majors and the teachers' captains. 
There were teachers' aides who were lieutenants.  The various classes had
ranks, too.  Being a new student and a sixth-grader, Bobby Jo was a
private. The next year she moved up to PFC and as she finished her middle
school classes as an eighth-grader, she was a corporal.

   In the high section they had ranks too, freshman were sergeants,
sophomores were staff sergeants, juniors were sergeants first class, and
seniors were sergeants masters.  The lead student in the school was the
sergeant major.

   Bobby Jo was nearing the end of her eight-grade year.  She was proud to
be a corporal, and looking forward to being promoted to sergeant the next
year.  She enjoyed playing sports with the guys.  She was the only girl at
the school, so the guys treated her with courtesy.

   She did miss a few things.  She wanted another girl to talk to, someone
who understood her point of view more than the guys did.  She also thought
about Stephanie, and how she found the girl's body so attractive to her. 
When it was lights, all lights and other things like radios must be off. 
There was to be no talking, not like there was a roomie that she could talk
to.  But one good thing she could do since she was alone.  Bobby Jo touched
herself, to make herself feel good.  In her mind she went back to
Stephanie's naked body.  It got her very turned on and she could finger
herself to a good climax thinking about her.  She would even put her finger
or two all the way up inside herself.  Once in a while, if they were off
the grounds of the school, she would see other girls.  She loved checking
them out.

   One other thing, Bobby Jo's breasts hadn't grown very much since they
first started.  It seemed they got going before the other girls, then
stopped.  To fill an A cup bra she had to stuff it.  She had grown some
pubic hair, but she never got that hairy.  She took to shaving it off.  So
she looked a lot like Stephanie, she thought.

   The term was almost over, only a couple more days and she would be going
home.  It was late.  She was walking back to her dorm room, when Sergeant
first class Stuart Miller approached her.  "So where are you going,
corporal?"

   "I'm going back to my barracks, sir."

   "You finished putting away the new items for the commissary?"

   "Yes sir," Bobby Jo told him.

   "I just came from there, and it is a real mess.  I think you better get
over there right now, and get it straightened out."

   "But, I already did it, sir," she protested.

   "It is not in order!  Go over and get it straight.  Now corporal! 
That's an order."

   She turned and headed for the commissary.  He followed behind her.  As
he did, he watched her small ass as it swayed slightly with her walk.

   She walked in and turned on the light.  Sgt Miller grabbed her from
behind putting his hand over her mouth.  The lights were turned off and
three other pairs of hands dragged into the back.  Her hands were quickly
tied, and a gag placed in her mouth.  Lights were turned back on.

   "Don't tear the uniform," said Miller, to Sergeant first class Lyle
Graham as he opened her shirt.  He was in luck that the catch on the bra
was in the front.  He never was good dealing with bras, not that he got
much practice, mostly from his own choice.

   Sergeant First Class Ryan Johnson worked on her pants and panties.  He
got them down.  "Hey look at this, she doesn't have any hair.  Stuart, you
sure she's a corporal?"

   "She doesn't have much up here either," Graham added, opening her bra.

   "I doesn't care what she got or don't got," said Sergeant First Class
Henry Walker as he opened his pants pulling out his black Georgia trouser
snake.  "She gonna take his werewolf maker.  It be better than them
vampires you fellows got."

   Stuart Miller told her, "You'll take it and I think you'll like it.  But
you won't say a word about it or you'll be up for a court martial for
immorality and lying.  We will all say you wanted it and told us to meet
you here.  You got it?" He twisted her arm.  She nodded her head.

   Just as he finished saying that, the door was flung open.  Into the
room, stepped a captain.  Sgt Graham saw him first and said, "Attention."
They all snapped to it.  Walker's solider was already at attention, not
that it was all that impressive.

   Captain William Fetterman looked at them and said, "Release her." He
took out a walkie talkie, and said into it.  "I found her.  We are going to
need the provost guard and alert the commandant.  We have a situation
here."

   Bobby Jo was untied and allowed to dress.  She was escorted to the
infirmary while the four boys were taken to the guardhouse.

   Captain Forest examined Bobby Jo.  She was shaken up but unhurt. 
Captain Fetterman found her in time to prevent her rape.  They detailed
Captain McCarthy, one of the few women on staff, to stay with her for a
while.

   Within an hour, General Crook was calling the Hartley house.  Bob
answered the phone.  A voice asked, "Is this Mr.  Hartley?"

   "Yes," Bob answered, not knowing who was calling for him.

   "This General Crook, I am the commandant at General Sherman's Military
Academy.  We have a situation here with your daughter."

   Bob thought, "On no, they found her in bed with another girl.  I
shouldn't have treated like her brothers."

   General Crook continued, "You daughter was sexually assaulted by four of
our other cadets.  She is alright.  We found her in time to prevent her
from being raped.  We have the cadets involved in the guardhouse.  The
standard practice would be a court martial, followed by expulsion from the
academy.  That is how this is handled."

   "You've had this happened before?"

   "No, no, this is the first time something like this has ever happened."

   "Well, at least that is something," Bob said somewhat sarcastically.

   "What we can do is refer this to the local police and let them be
prosecuted, or have the court martial and expulsion, and leave it at that.
In any case, they will face the court martial.  That might sound like they
get off light to you, but many of our graduates go on to the service
academies, with an expulsion and with the reason they can forget about
that. Others graduates go on to top colleges and universities, that too is
out for them.  If they are lucky, they might get into Billy Bob's school of
bricklaying.  In short, they have screwed their futures quite royally.  We
can leave their punishment at that, or if you wish, we can have them
arrested.  But that means Corporal Hartley will have to give a statement to
the police and she will have to testify in court."

   Bob thought for a minute.  If she had to testify, it might come out why
she went there in the first place.  That might well work to the boys'
defense.  "General Crook, let me talk to my wife about it.  Can we talk to
Bobby Jo?"

   "They gave her something to rest, so she is sleeping now.  We can have
her call you from my office in the morning.  Will that work?"

   "Alright, that will be fine.  We'll speak again tomorrow," Bob said
before he went off to inform Emily.  After the shock wore off of what
happened, she agreed that it might be best to keep her out of a courtroom.

   In the morning, General Crook called back and spoke with Bob, Emily was
on an extension phone.  He was on a speaker phone in his office with Bobby
Jo there with him.  General Crook spoke first.  He outlined what happened.
"Corporal Hartley earlier in the day was working in the commissary, and
later she was helping Lieutenant Calhoun grading some papers.  She had
stayed late and was walking back to her barracks.  It just happened that
Captain Weir was working late had glanced out his window to see a Sergeant
First Class approach Corporal Hartley.  He stopped her and turned her
around, back to where she had been coming from.  He was making obscene
gestures behind her back.  Captain Weir felt that something was up.  He
watched to see where she went as far as he could.  But he also put out an
alert on her.  You see, Mr.  Hartley, we do keep a very close eye on her to
make sure of her safety."

   "I thank you for that," Bob said.

   "Let me ask you, Mr.  Hartley, did you want to refer this matter to the
police, or are you satisfied with the court martial?"

   "Well, tell me how that would go," Bob said.

   "We would conduct it tomorrow morning.  Colonel Carrington will act as
judge.  Captain Keogh will serve as a prosecutor.  We have the testimony of
Captains Weir and Fetterman.  We will need Corporal Hartley to testify. 
Also, three of the cadets have admitted their guilt with signed
confessions. Only one is denying everything thing, that is Cadet Walker. 
He will be represented by Captain McDougall.  Captain Keogh will present
the evidence to a company of officers, mostly our department chairs.  They
are majors here at the academy.  But to make things fair, there will be an
equal number of non-officers, that is the enlisted ranks, members of our
senior class.  They will sit as a jury.  Captain McDougall will present his
defense of Cadet Walker, then the jury will present its findings.  As to
sentence as I said before, the cadets who have plead guilty will be
expelled and if Cadet Walker is also found guilty, he too will be expelled.
I think that will take most of the day.

   "What's the difference if they plead guilty or innocent?" Bob asked.

   "If they plead guilty, they are still expelled, but any tuition that had
been paid is returned.  They still have the expulsion on their record, but
at least it doesn't cost them that much in terms of money.  Cadet Walker is
here on a scholarship, so in a sense he didn't pay anything to come here,
and he would get nothing back if he plead guilty."

   "So in that sense he gets away with it, even if found guilty?"

   "No, he will be expelled the same as the others.  But, since he was here
on a scholarship, it would rule him out of ever getting another one again,
anywhere.  In other words, his goose is cooked if he pleads guilty or is
convicted.  His only hope is being found innocent.  But the signed
confessions from the other cadets say he was the ring leader.  Also,
Captain Fetterman caught him in the most compromised position.  I doubt
he'll be found innocent."

   "How long will Bobby Jo be needed there?"

   "I think it will take at most one day.  All this will happen tomorrow. I
am told that your daughter has finished her end of term exams.  She will be
in her barracks today and tomorrow.  She will not eat in the mess or
interact with the other cadets to prevent any other incidents.  We will
open the common area for her, so she will have some form of recreation.  I
understand that she has a plane ticket home for the day after tomorrow?"

   "Yes, she does," Emily said.

   "That's fine.  Captain McCarthy will accompany her to the airport and
see that she is on the plane home.  Any questions?"

   "Yes, is Bobby Jo there?"

   "I'm right here, daddy."

   "Oh baby, are you alright?" Emily asked.

   "I'm fine mom, it was scary, but I'm alright now."

   Bob asked, "Are you OK doing those things that General Crook said?"

   "Yes daddy, I'm OK with it.  I can't wait to get home to see you and
mom. Give my love to Larry, Darrel and Darren."

   "OK, we'll see you in a couple of days.  General, I think that the
procedure you outlined will be fine.  Thank you for taking care of her."

   "Your welcome.  Goodbye Mr.  Hartley," he said.

   Before he cut the connection, Bobby Jo added, "Bye, daddy."

   Things were as General Crook had said.  Cadet Walker was found guilty
and all four of them were expelled from the Academy with their parents
picking them up with a full explanation as to why they were out.  Also, it
was noted in their transcripts and that would be forwarded to any
institution that they were to apply at when their transcripts were
requested.

   Bobby Jo got home and was glad to be away from there.  She spent the
time with her brothers and parents.  The other thing she liked to do was go
out to the soccer fields and watch the girls play.  Her old coach saw her
there and, after a game, invited her over to talk to her.  She asked where
she had been the last couple of years.

   As they talked, the coach walked to the shower room, Bobby Jo walking
with her.  The girls were in showering after their match.  Bobby Jo got an
eye full.  She loved what she was seeing.  She couldn't believe how cute
and sexy the girls were.  She was lucky the coach, while talking to her,
was not watching where Bobby Jo was looking.  Bobby Jo surprised herself.
She felt herself getting a little wet looking at those girls.

   Bobby Jo had been a good player, and the coach invited her to come to
their next match.  Bobby Jo did.  As she stood with the coach, she watched
the girls.  The coach was calling out instructions to the girls, giving
encouragement and directions to the girls as they played.  While her focus
was on the match, she was able to carry on a conversation with Bobby Jo. 
It was nice Bobby Jo didn't have to look at her to talk.  She could keep
her eyes on the girls on the field.

   After the match, the girls headed off to the showers.  The coach was
handing out the towels, so all the naked girls had to come to her to get
their towel.  Bobby Jo was standing right next to her, as she did it.  She
saw all those young girls, girls the same age she had been her last year
here.  These girls were a few years younger than her.  They were all naked.
She Loved IT!  Thoughts of Stephanie passed through her mind, and the fun
they had together.

   Again, the coach invited her to come to the match.  She brought Bobby Jo
over to meet the team.  She told them that Bobby Jo had been on the team
like they were.  Bobby Jo got to know all their names.  Again, it was the
same way.  They talked in between, while the coach was giving directions to
the team.  Bobby Jo was feeling pretty comfortable with the coach.  As they
were talking, Bobby Jo told her what had happened with the attempted rape.

   The coach surprised her and told her that she had been raped by a couple
of men when she was younger.  She was afraid to report it, and they got
away with it.  She was glad that the boys who attempted Bobby Jo's rape
were caught.  She admitted since that day she didn't like to work with men
very much.  She preferred working with women or girls.  She wasn't
interested in dating men.  She stopped short of admitting anything else.

   Bobby Jo continued to come to the matches.  One day, the coach was
dealing with a sprained ankle and she asked Bobby Jo to pass out the
towels. She got a real eye full of those naked girls.  She could hand each
of them their towel and call them by name.  She knew them well enough.

   It was almost time for Bobby Jo to head back to the academy.  Did she
want to go there?  She talked to her parents about it.  She also asked her
coach, she said, if she liked it there, and she did, she should do what she
liked.  It seemed to the coach that the faculty there watched out for her,
and she didn't think something like that would happen again.  If Bobby Jo
liked what she was doing there, she should go back.

   Bobby Jo returned.  She was welcomed back by her classmates, all
sergeants now.  The faculty welcomed her too, especially Captains
Fetterman, McCarthy, and Forest.  As she progressed in her classes, Bobby
Jo was not the kind of person who would do well in college.  She liked
working more with her hands.  The academy taught trades in addition to
college prep courses.  She found she liked those classes better.  She
especially liked Captain Weir's mechanical courses, and she did well in
them.

   After her years there, her class was graduating and splitting up.  A few
of the guys went into the service academies, mostly West Point.  A couple
went on to Ivy League Universities.

   Bobby Jo chose to go to a tech school.  She got involved in crane
repair. It was a highly skilled trade.  Bobby Jo was good at it, and it
paid well.  Bobby Jo didn't mind the regulations at the school about dress
and behavior, but now she was free of that.  She could wear what she liked.
But she dressed like the other workers, in jeans and a work shirt.

   Since she needed to wear a hard hat, she kept her hair short.  Her
breasts hadn't grown much since sixth grade.  She wore a loose-fitting
shirt over an undershirt.  With her short hair, no one would even know she
was a woman.  She decided to take advantage of a new feature on a driver's
license.  She could go with no gender on her license.  With her flat chest,
short hair and name, she passed for male, and she experienced no
discrimination in her profession.

   Once she was living on her own and could do as she wanted.  There was a
lesbian bar in the city.  She went there once to see how it was.  It didn't
take long before several attractive older women wanted to buy her drinks or
dance with her.  After a couple of drinks, Bobby Jo was accepting of their
advances.

   One older woman, named Carol, asked her to come home with her and spend
the night.  Being a Friday night, Bobby Jo accepted.  Carol couldn't get
wait to get Bobby Jo home.  She no sooner got her inside than her lips and
hands were all over her.

   Carol got them both naked and into her bed.  Carol knew that Bobby Jo
was over twenty-one, because she had to be to be in the bar, but she asked
Bobby Jo her age.  She was twenty-two, and Carol told her she was
forty-two. She said that she liked younger women.  She said she was a
cougar and was always on the look out for a cub.  She liked her cubs twenty
to twenty-five years younger than her.

   It had been a long time since Bobby Jo had been in bed with a girl.  She
still remembered how to kiss and she could still lick pussy.  Carol had
large breasts, at least a D cup.  Stephanie wouldn't even have been wearing
a training bra.  Bobby Jo liked that better.  She did play with Carol's
breasts, following her directions, but it just wasn't the same for her.

   Bobby Jo and Carol had a couple of times together.  She taught Bobby Jo
about toys and used them on her.  She did a good job of eating her pussy.
Much better than Stephanie ever had.  Just by doing that to her, Carol was
teaching Bobby Jo how to do it.  She was a quick learner and soon was
getting Carol off as well.

   She went back to the bar one evening.  She saw Carol with another girl,
another young girl.  When Bobby Jo confronted her about it.  Carol told her
that she doesn't date exclusively, and if she didn't like, she could go her
own way.  So Bobby Jo did.

   By now Bobby Jo was sure she wanted only females in her bed, no men for
her.  She liked working with them, and she liked them thinking she was one
of the guys, so they didn't hit on her.

   Her work was interesting to her and a challenge.  She had to figure out
just what the problem was, and how to fix it right the fasted way.  One day
she was working and someone started the crane when they weren't supposed to
do it.  It crashed a load of pipes into her.  A pipe hit her in the neck.
It crushed her neck.  It took a couple of weeks in the hospital, but she
recovered.  But the accident had made a change in her, in that her voice
was affected.  She was left with a deep, gravely voice.

   A month after she got out of the hospital, she got an invitation to a
wedding.  Larry was going to be getting married.  He and his wife, to be,
we're going to be married in Las Vegas.  Of course, he wanted his older
sister to be there.  Bobby Jo replied that she would be happy to come and
celebrate his special day.  Since it was going to be in Vegas, she hoped it
wouldn't be in some tacky hotel chapel or with Reverend Elvis officiating.

   It turned out to be a nice service is a small chapel on the strip called
"The Chapel Of Love." A little corny name, but at least Elvis wasn't
spotted there.  It was a rather informal affair.  There was no fancy
wedding dress or tux for the groom.  Neither did the guests dress very
fancy.  That was why it was in Vegas, to save money as they were both
college students.  Erin's parents weren't exactly rolling in dough.  Bobby
Jo learned it was hard enough to pay to keep her in college.

   The service was earlier in the afternoon because the chapel seemed to be
booked all day long, and that was the time Larry and his bride, Erin could
get.  After the wedding, they went to a buffet at one of the major hotels
where everyone got a chance to know each other.

   Larry was only twenty-one and his bride was nineteen.  But they were
going to try to make a go of it.  She would have to say that this for
Larry: he did pick a cutie.  At the dinner she was seated across from the
bride's sister if Erin was a cutie.  Claire, her youngest sister, knocked
Bobby Jo's socks off.  She could hardly look at her food to eat.  She spent
so much time looking at the girl.  Bobby Jo thought Erin's little the
twelve-year-old sister was so hot.  Oh man, did that get Bobby Jo's motor
running!

   After dinner, the parents went off to have a drink in the bar.  Most of
the wedding party was too young to go.  So they set off walking the strip.
There were lots of shows to see for free, from dancing waters to erupting
volcanoes with a pirate ship tossed in.  They went all the way up to
Frontier Street with its light covered walkway.  As they walked, Bobby Jo
had more of a chance to talk to Claire.  Boy, would she like to take her
back to her motel.

   Bobby Jo had gotten a motel off the strip.  She figured it would be
quieter and cheaper.  She was right on both accounts.  The prices those
hotels charged were huge.  Headed back to her motel, Bobby Jo stopped in
one casino.  She had a little time; it wasn't that late, and she had
brought a little money she could afford to lose.  She began to play the
slots.  It didn't take her long, and she hit a jackpot.  She netted a
couple of hundred dollars.  With even more money to lose, she went over to
the roulette wheel.  Betting on the black or red was an even bet.  If she
bet on a number, it would pay a lot more, but more chances to lose.  She
stuck with the red.  It wasn't long before she had managed to turn her
couple of hundred into a couple of thousand.  She took that over to the
blackjack table.  She had learned to play with guys at the academy, and she
got good at it.  She was able to roll her winnings in to a tidy bundle.

   She decided to quit while she was ahead and left.  As she made her way
down the strip to the street, she would turn off to get to her motel.  A
man was passing out handouts to the men as he walked by.  He spoke to Bobby
Jo, "Here you go, sir," handing her a brochure.

   Bobby Jo realized that with her short hair and the slacks and shirt she
was wearing, she must have appeared to him to be a man.  She took it and
turned down her street.  It was too dark to try to read it, so she kept it
until she got in the room.  She would look at it there.  She figured it was
just trash, but hey she's in Vegas.  It might be interesting to see what
they have here.

   She took off her shoes and lay across the bed and opened the about six
page ad.  It was loaded with ads for escorts.  She thought that escorts
like that were illegal in Clark County.  They were, but here they were. 
The ads were a bit deceptive.  They were only escorts.  Whatever else you
arranged with her was between you and her.  There were lots of photos of
very buxom blonds, petite brunettes, even a couple of red-haired women with
freckle covered faces.

   There were ads for brothels outside of the county, where they were
legal. On one of the back pages was a small ad advertising young escorts.
Bobby Jo wondered if she passed for a man.  Would she pass for a man to one
of these companies?

   The sight of Claire had got her thinking about what it would be like to
have her there.  She had a lot of money.  Bobby Jo took a chance and called
the number.  A man answered.

   She said, "I saw the ad here for young girls as escorts.  Tell me about
that."

   "We have several different girls available.  They can be for an hour, or
more, or for the night."

   "So what happens with this escort?"

   "It can be anything you want, sir.  Some men want a dinner companion. 
Others want someone to attend a party with them.  Some like to have a quiet
night at home."

   "They will come to you?"

   "Yes, we have escorts that will meet you at a specific place, or they
will come to your house or hotel."

   "Are their limits on things?"

   "Of course, we are a legitimate business.  If there is something you
want, you can discuss that with your escort."

   "How young are your girls?"

   "What are you looking for?"

   "I would like a young girl," Bobby Jo said with emphesis.

   "Before I can talk to you any more, I need to get some information from
you.  Just procedure, you know."

   "What do you need?"

   "To start with your name, a driver's license number and the state, also
a credit card number.  We don't charge the credit card, but we do use it
for identification.  And lastly we need a call back number.

   Bobby Jo gave them the information, and the number of the motel and room
number.  He took the information and said he would call back soon.

   Bobby Jo waited, hoping she wasn't going to be ripped off with a lot of
things charged to her credit card.  She was worried enough to call the card
company and asked that the card be put on a watch for unauthorized charges.
They told her that somebody had already gotten into her account.  It was
weird, they said, who ever it was got into their system, looked at how long
the account had been open, the current balance, payment history and
available credit line.  Then closed, not looking at the credit score or
making any charges.

   The man called back and said they had checked her out, and she was
legitimate and not any law enforcement agent.  Now he could talk about what
girls he had.

   "So your ad said young girls.  How young do you have?" Bobby Jo asked.

   "What are you looking for?  We have ones around 18."

   "Around 18?"

   "Yes."

   "That means there are older than that, and some might be...  younger?"
Bobby Jo dared to ask.

   "Yes, we have some that are younger."

   "How young?" Bobby Jo started to get a little wet at the thought of
someone like Claire.

   "Most of our young girls are from 15 to 18."

   "Nothing younger?"

   "You want younger than that?" He said.  "Well, I don't know," he said
with hesitation.  She could hear someone say something to him, but she
couldn't quite make it out.  "You are wanting younger than 15 right?"

   "Yes, if that is possible," Bobby Jo replied.

   She could hear the man talking to someone else.  She couldn't hear them,
but she could hear what her man she was saying was talking to whoever else
it was.  Bobby Jo couldn't tell what that person was just was saying, it
was just some mumbled unintelligible words.  Her man was saying, "Oh, she
is?...  Who said?...  She did?... When?....  So how is she going to deal
with that?... She's open to the full spectrum?"

   He came back to talking to Bobby Jo.  "It seems we have a real young
one. I don't know if you'll want one this young."

   "How old is she?" Bobby Jo asked.

   "Ten."

   Wow!  Bobby Jo thought she had hit the jack pot there.  "How much is
she?"

   "How long did you want her?"

   "Can she stay the night?"

   "Yes, that can be arranged.  It does cost."

   "How much?" Bobby Jo asked again.

   "Three thousand for the night," he said.

   Being bold, Bobby Jo asked, "Can I have sex with her?  Is that allowed?"

   "What you do in your time together is up to you.  You can discuss that
with her.  Her escort time with you needs to be paid when she arrives.  In
cash.  You do need to know that?  You have that much on you?"

   "Yeah, that's fine.  How soon can you have her here?" Bobby Jo could
hardly believe it she would spend the night with a ten-year-old girl.  She
was getting wetter by the minute.

   He confirmed the name of the motel and the room number, and "We'll be
there."

   Bobby Jo didn't know how long they would be.  She thought she should get
a little ready.  She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, and gave
herself a douche so she would be fresh and clean.  Finishing in there put
on an old pair of jeans and a pull over top that hung loosely on her.  She
laid back in the bed and turned on the TV to sit back and wait.  Twenty
minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  It startled her at first. 
Bobby Jo went to the door.  She looked through the peephole.  She saw a
very big man with a bulge under one arm of a jacket stood there.  She slid
the chain across the door and opened it slightly.

   "You Bobby Jo?"

   "Yeah."

   "You call about an ad?  You wanted some take out?  I got your order for
you."

   "Yeah," she said again.  She closed the door and took off the chain, and
opened the door again.

   He pushed it open and strode into the room.  "You mind if I look around
a bit?"

   "Sure," she said as he pushed past her, like she had a choice.  He
looked around the room, He checked the bathroom, and pulled out some kind
thing he held in his hand and walked around the room, sweeping the room. 
He picked up the telephone, looked at it.  Putting it down, he continued to
look around the room.

   "What are you looking for?" she asked.

   "Bugs.  You got any?"

   "No."

   "It looks like you're clean." He put that way and pulled out a walkie
talkie.  "Go ahead and bring her up."

   A couple of minutes later, there was another knock.  Bobby Jo opened it.
Another big man was at her door.  In front of him stood a girl.  She had
long, brown hair.  The second big man pushed her into the room, then
stepped in behind her.  He closed the door.  She walked over to near the
TV.

   The second man said, "We'll be back for her at eight AM.  But there is a
small matter of the bill.  He put out his hand.  Bobby Jo got her wallet,
she starting to pile the Benjamins into his hand until she got to thirty.

   "That all?" she asked.

   "Anything you want from her, you work out with her, and she will tell
you.  But you do need to know she is only for French.  she's still a
virgin. She needs to be returned in the condition she was brought to you,
unbroken.  You understand?" He said as he touched a bulge under his coat.

   Bobby Jo got the message.  They left.  She was alone in a motel room
with a young girl.  Bobby Jo got a look at her.  She was about four foot
seven and maybe seventy-five pounds.  She was wearing a coat over a white
dress.  There was a tie across the front it must tied in the back.

   "So what's your name?" Bobby Jo asked.

   "Violet," was her answer.  It suited her.  Her eye color was almost a
shade of Liz Taylor violet.  She also had violet eye shadow.  Mascara made
her eyes stand out.  She had on a subtle shade of lipstick.  Her long brown
hair hung in curls down to below her shoulders.  Who ever did her make up,
they did it well.

   "Let's take your coat," she told the girl.  She gave it up.  Bobby Jo
went over and hung it on a hanger in what passed for a closet.  She took
another look at Violet.  She was standing over in front of the TV so it
back lit her.  Bobby Jo could see a bit through the thin dress.  She could
see what must be a training bra and a pair of bikini panties, both white.

   "Come on, sit down," Bobby Jo said, patting a place next to her on the
bed.  She trying not to look too eager.  "How old are you Violet?"

   "I'm ten.  What's your name, mister?" She said in a soft, slightly shaky
voice.

   "I'm Bobby Jo.

   "You're going to be gentle on me, this being my first time and all?"

   "This is the first time you've done this?  What do you call this?  A
date?"

   "Yeah, so you're gonna be nice to me, right?"

   "Yes, I do hope you like it.  But why are you doing this?"

   "Mom says I'm old enough to work, and I'll make good money."

   "Your mom knows you're here?"

   "Well, not here, but she knows I have a job tonight."

   "Where is she?"

   "She's working."

   "What does she do?"

   "She's an escort."

   "Oh, so you kind of run in the family."

   "Yeah, she said shyly."

   "You are kind of nervous?"

   "Yeah, I ain't never done anything at all."

   "You do know what we're going to do?"

   "Yeah, you're gonna do sex with me?"

   "No, I'm gonna make love to you?" Bobby Jo told her.

   "You know you can't stick in me, right?"

   Bobby Jo laughed a little.  "You won't have to worry about that," she
said, then gave the girl a smile.  "Tell me a little about yourself."

   "Like what?"

   "Let's start with, what grade are you in?"

   "Fifth."

   "You know I was in fifth grade and just your age when I started having
sex.  But, my girlfriend was in third-grade."

   "My sister is in third-grade too.  When you did stuff with your
girlfriend, did it hurt her?"

   "No, she liked it."

   "She did?"

   "Yes, very much."

   "What did you do?"

   "We kissed a lot, and we touched each other, and one thing I loved to do
with her, I loved to lick her on her kitty.  You know what that is, right?"

   "Yeah, you mean the pussy."

   "Yes, that's right."

   "She would do that for me, too.  I really would like it if you did that
for me."

   "I think I can do that.  If you're not too big."

   "You know how to do that?"

   "Yeah, I watched my mom do it to guys before.  But please don't shoot
your stuff in my mouth, OK?"

   "I don't think you'll have to worry about that." Bobby Jo got off the
bed and sat at Violet's feet.  She took off her shoes.  Through her little
white ankle socks, she gave her a little foot massage.  After a couple of
minutes of that, Violet was feeling less nervous.  Then Bobby Jo pealed off
her socks and put them in her shoes, and set them both over by a chair in
the room.

   "They told you that if are wanting to do sex with me, it cost four
hundred dollars, right?"

   "They said it was between you and me.  That is what you want?  Four
hundred dollars?"

   "Yeah, that's mom said is my price.  But only for French, you know?"

   "You're a bargain at twice the price," Bobby Jo said.

   "Now come here a minute, honey." Violet stood up and walked over to her.
"You have such a pretty dress.  I wouldn't want it to get messed up.  Why
don't we take it off?  Turn around."

   Violet turned around and Bobby Jo untied the belt that ran around the
dress at the waist.  She then reached down and grabbed the dress at the
waist and pulled a bunch of the dress into her hands, then lifted up.  The
girl put her hands up above her head to help.  Once Bobby Jo had it off
her, she laid it across the back of the chair.  Violet stood there,
slightly shaking again.

   "It's gonna be alright," Bobby Jo whispered in her ear then gave it a
little kiss.  She reached down and unhooked the training bra and pulled it
down her arms.  Once it was clear of the body, she tossed it on top of the
dress.  Next she squatted down, putting a couple of fingers on each inside
of the waistband of the panties.  She began to slowly lower them. 
Gradually the girl's small butt emerged from them.  It was a little white
cottontail.  Her back above and legs below had a fading tan, whereas this
was very white.  One she had lowered them to her feet.  Violet stepped out
of them.  They were tossed on the pile of her clothes.

   "You like to swim?" Bobby Jo asked her.

   "Yeah, how do you know?"

   "You have a tan all over except your cute little white butt here," Bobby
Jo said as she stroked one cheek.  "Do you want to use the bathroom before
we get into bed?"

   "Yeah," she said and hurried off to it.

   Bobby Jo watched that little butt as she hustled off.  She was thinking
to herself how cute it was.

   Bobby Jo removed her pants and shirt and placed them on top of her
suitcase.  She went over and turned off the TV and turned the lights down
low.  She made sure the door was locked and the chain was on it.  She had
just finished and walked over by the bed.  She was in her panties and an
undershirt.  She didn't have enough that she bothered with a bra.  Her
panties were boy shorts type.  Something she had gotten used to at the
academy.

   There was a flush of the toilet and water run in the sink, then the door
opened and Violet was out, with one hand over her crotch and the other
across her chest.  She raced over to the bed.  She tried to get in without
exposing herself too much.

   Bobby Jo thought that it was cute.  Violet looked up at Bobby Jo's
underwear.  "Those are funny undershorts," she said.

   "Well, if you don't like them, I'll take them off," she said with a
smile.  She lowered her panties slowly.  She had kept herself shaved bald
all those years since she had been with Stephanie.  Violet could see first
that there was no hair.  The men she had watched with her mother were all
hairy there.

   But that wasn't her biggest surprise.  When the panties were low enough,
Bobby Jo's vulva was exposed.  Violet gushed, "YOU'RE A GIRL!"

   "What did you think I was?" she asked the young girl as she pulled the
undershirt over her head, exposing her small breasts.

   "I thought you were a guy.  I don't know how to do anything with a
girl."

   "That's OK, I'll show you.  I think you'll like it," Bobby Jo said as
she slid into the bed with the young hooker.  She scooted over next to her.
"Come her," she said, holding out an arm to her.

   Bobby Jo asked her, "You know how to kiss?"

   "Of course everybody does."

   "Good, then you'll know how to do this." She kissed the girl softly on
her lips.  True to her words, she did know how to kiss.  They exchanged
kisses for a while, then Bobby Jo started to work her way around.  She was
kissing her ears and neck, causing Violet to develop goosebumps, something
that had never happened to her before.  She had never been kissed like this
before.  She never seen her mom get kissed like that before.

   Bobby Jo made her way back to her mouth and a furious exchange of
tongues ensued.  The girl was right she did know how to kiss.  Bobby Jo
took advantage of the time to caress the girl's flat chest.

   She took one last kiss, then pulled away.  "Where did you learn to kiss
like that?"

   "We watched mamma sometimes.  Then she had us practice."

   "Who's us?  She wasn't having you kiss her clients?"

   "No, it was me and my sister."

   "You and your sister were kissing?"

   "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" She asked a little defensively.

   "Oh, nothing at all," Bobby Jo said, thinking back to Stephanie and
Julia together.  In fact, she later heard from Darrell after she had left
for General Sherman's, something he wasn't supposed to tell her, but that
Stephanie and Julia had been caught together.  That was what started the
whole problem.

   The hands on her chest felt nice.  She'd seen men playing with her mom's
boobs the times she watched.  The guys must have liked it, but she didn't
think her mom did.  No matter, Violet sure liked it.  The hands were soft.
It was a caress and slightly like a tickle, but not quite.  It was good. 
Bobby Jo wetted a finger and touched an areola.  That sent a charge through
the girl.  Boy, did she like that.

   Finally Bobby Jo broke free of her mouth and now was kissing and licking
that flat chest.  They both were enjoying that.  She began to suck on an
areola, causing it to swell up, and in the process, became much more
sensitive.  It also seemed to open a pathway to her pussy.  She was
starting to feel things there she had never felt before.  It was like an
urge to having something done to it, she didn't know what, but something.

   Bobby Jo spent sometime moving back and forth between the two
proto-breasts.  These were so much better than Carol's.  Not to mention
they looked so much better to her than did Carol's.  But something was
urging her on.  Maybe it was the mental force that Violet was projecting on
to her, wanting to the woman to go down to where she had that unfulfilled
longing.

   Bobby Jo made the move as she kissed her way down the young girl's
belly. Violet couldn't imagine what that woman was doing to her, but
whatever it was, she liked it, A LOT!

   Bobby Jo's hands arrived down there first as she stroked the inner
thighs of the girl.  She had instinctively spread those legs, giving Bobby
Jo access.  She did the same as she did with the girl's chest, stroking it.
It produced the same feelings, only multiplied.  She liked playing with the
girl's thin little legs.  She could also look into her eyes and see how she
was giving the girl such great pleasure.

   That is, until she pulled the covers off the both of them and got down
between the girl's spread legs.  She crouched down between them and began
to kiss and lick them.  This only added to the electrical messages her legs
were sending to her brain.  It seemed it in was in turn sending them down
to her pussy.  She was getting very itchy.  Violet, to her shock, began to
feel kind of wet there, too.

   While Bobby Jo was kissing those legs, her fingers were walking up and
down those bald lips.  She could feel that the outer ones were concealing
the hidden inner ones.  That was pretty much what Stephanie and especially
Julia had, and she had loved it so.

   As much as she was enjoying the thighs, and they were finger licking
good, Bobby Jo wanted that little pussy.  She made her move and jumped up
to it.  She showered it with kisses.  She was ratcheting up the stimulation
flowing up to her head.  That fed back to her little pussy, causing it to
get wetter.

   Since Bobby Jo had left a little light on in the room, she could see the
first dew drop leak from between those tightly closed lips.  She wanted a
taste of it.  She got it.  It was almost a drink of pure heaven.  Her
tongue ran up and down over those little lips.  It caused Violet to squirm.
How could she hold still?  She had never felt anything like this before.

   It only got worse.  Bobby Jo was now getting her tongue inside those
lips.  She was getting closer to the source of the wonderful elixir. 
Carefully she pealed open the inner lips and let her tongue flick and the
entrance to that little virgin vagina.  She sucked up all of that wonderful
stuff she was making.  She took a chance and used a finger just at the
entrance just to touch that holy place.

   In the mean time she used her other hand to spread the lips more so she
could get at that magic button at the top of her pussy.  She had to dive
down to where it was buried in its hood, but when she found it, it was
ready to come out to play.  Play with it, she did.  She flicked her tongue
on it, she licked it, she gave little sucks on it.  All those things were
sending an overload to Violet's ten-year-old brain.  It never had been
worked so hard in her life.  It only got worse from there.  Bobby Jo was
able to get her lips around it.  She sucked on it and flicked her tongue on
it and for the coup de gr ce, Bobby Jo hummed a bit.  The vibrations sent
Violet over the age.  She let out a shriek that seemed perfectly timed as
there was a loud bang out in the street at the same time, followed by the
squeal of tires.

   Violet was blown away.  Her brain had exited out the top of her skull,
or so she felt.  She lay back, trying to catch her breath what there was
left of it.  She felt in a daze.  She didn't know where she was or what had
happened to her for a minute.

   It was all coming back to her as this woman was lying next to her,
kissing her, and nibbling on her ear.  "Wow, what did you do to me?" She
asked when she was able.

   "Did you like that?"

   "What happened?" Was that the ambulance coming to get her?

   She heard those sirens in the street?  There was flashing of blue and
red lights, a lot of noise and commotion out in the parking lot.

   "You had an orgasm, a good one, I take it."

   "I never felt something like that before."

   "So you liked it?" Bobby Jo asked the silly question.

   "OH MAN OH MAN did I ever!"

   "I want you to do the same thing to me."

   "I don't know if I can do it right," Violet said, not even knowing what
had happened.

   "Oh, you can do it right," Bobby Jo assured her.  She moved and kissed
the girl.  Once she got her started she let her take over.  They kissed for
a bit, and Violet tried kissing her on her neck, then her ears.  Bobby Jo
took the girl's hand and led them to her breasts.

   She felt them some times with a soft caress, other times with a squeeze
that was a little too hard.  But Bobby Jo figured she was just learning,
and this was experimenting time for her.  For the most part, it felt good.
Her little fingers could create the excitement that Carol didn't.

   At one point, Violet wet her finger and began to trace around Bobby Jo's
areolas.  She did that for a while.  Bobby Jo was just about to suggest to
the girl to suck on them, but of her own volition she began to do just
that. She didn't have the subtleness of the kisses Bobby Jo had put on
hers. But she did do some licking of the nipples, as well as her sucking.
It felt good to Bobby Jo.  Julia was never great at doing it, but then it
was her first times.  So it was with this with this girl.

   After she had switched back and forth between the two breasts several
times.  Bobby Jo took her hand and led it down between her legs.  She began
to feel around.  She found the hole up inside Bobby Jo.  She tried putting
her finger up there.  The passage was open, Bobby Jo herself had opened it
herself many years ago, with her own fingers.  "put your finger in my
pussy," she told the girl.  Ahh...  it felt so good.

   "Try to pet it softly," Bobby Jo told her and guided her fingers to
touch her, swollen with lust, lower lips.

   Violet stopped for a minute.  "How come you don't got any hair here?  My
mom is all hairy here."

   "I shave it."

   "Why?"

   "I think it looks nicer, and it is nicer when I have a girl licking me
there."

   Violet laughed.  "You look like me there."

   "Is that bad?  I think you look pretty good down there."

   "Yeah?  I am just a kid." Violet stopped for a minute to consider what
she said, before continuing on.  "Do you want me to lick you there?"

   "Yes, you are a kid, but that is part of your attraction.  I think you
will find lots of men would like to have a time with a `kid' like you.  And
yes, I would love it if you will please do that."

   "Does it taste nasty?"

   "No, I keep it pretty clean.  I hope you like it.  Why don't you start
out by kissing it all over there?  I would like that, and I think that you
would like it too."

   She moved down along Bobby Jo, who spread her legs.  She leaned over and
began to kiss around on the Mons.  "Go down lower," Bobby Jo told her. 
Violet closed her eyes and began to kiss Bobby Jo on her lips.  It wasn't
so bad, she found.  She began to kiss with more adore, finding she actually
like it.  It didn't smell bad, in fact it smelled good.

   Bobby Jo had her licking up and down the lips.  When she thought the
girl was accepting of licking pussy, she reached down and spread her lips,
at the same time she told her, "Move over her and get between my legs you
can lick me better that way." Violet complied hopping over her leg and laid
out with her face between Bobby Jo's legs.  Bobby Jo held her lips open. 
"Lick inside here." She looked up and Bobby Jo who smiled and nodded to
her.

   She put her mouth on it and began to lick inside.  Bobby Jo was leaking
her excitement.  Violet didn't see it at first, and her tongue ended up in
a small puddle of it.  "You're peeing in my mouth!" she exclaimed.

   "It's not pee.  It is what I make when I am loving what a girl is doing
to me.  Let me ask you when I was doing that to you, did you feel all wet
there, kind of like you peed?"

   "Yeah, but I know I didn't pee."

   "It's the same way here.  I didn't pee and if you taste it, you'll find
it doesn't taste like pee."

   "I ain't never tasted pee before."

   "But you have smelled before?"

   "Yeah."

   "Does it smell like pee?"

   Violet took a whiff.  "No."

   "That's because it isn't.  Go ahead and give it a taste." Bobby Jo knew
that it wasn't as fresh and clean as it used to be when she was younger,
but it still wasn't bad.  She knew, she had her fingers in her pussy so
many times, and she tasted herself on her fingers.

   Violet made a face, but then gave it a try.  It didn't smell or taste
like pee.  In fact, it didn't taste bad.  There was that smell coming from
her that, it was almost like evergreen, and it tasted a bit like spearmint,
Violet decided.  "Lick it up for me," Bobby Jo told her.  Violet gave it a
try to since it wasn't so bad.  She would do it what the woman wanted her
to do.

   She took care of most of what Bobby Jo was producing.  "Lick me right
here," she told the girl, pointing to her clit.  That was something she
knew.  She had touched herself a few times, and her mom had told her about,
when she was telling her about sex.  Violet wasn't afraid to lick it since
she had already been licking at the entrance to Bobby Jo's love cave.  She
licked and eventually got to sucking it.  She her tongue would occasionally
brush against it.  That sent a thrill through Bobby Jo.  Violet sensed it
and did a few more times.  She saw the reaction each time.  She sucked on
it and licked it at the same time.

   That was enough for Bobby Jo.  She popped her cork.  It wasn't the best
one she had ever had.  But it was a long time since she had one caused by a
young girl.  That in itself was worth the three grand she had just paid out
to have this little morsel in her bed.

   She turned out the light then, pulled the girl up to lie beside her. 
She gave her a big, wet kiss complete with tongue.  Violet gave it right
back.  She put her arms around the girl and cuddled her.  The two of them
quickly fell asleep.

   It wasn't light out yet.  Bobby Jo heard the toilet flush and the water
in the sink run.  She kept her eyes closed.  She felt Violet get back in
the bed.  Then she opened her eyes to look at her little bed-mate.

   "Oh, you're awake.  I hope I didn't wake you," Violet said.

   "What time is it?" Bobby Jo asked.

   Violet twist around to see the clock on the bedside table.  "It's six
o'clock."

   "Did you sleep good, my little one?" Bobby Jo asked as she stroked the
head of her little lover.

   "Yeah, that was real good what we did last night."

   "You up for some more?" Bobby Jo asked her.

   "Yeah," was the quiet but enthusiastic reply.  She moved and kissed
Bobby Jo, who returned it.

   Bobby Jo kissed only a little while.  She had her hands on the flat
chest of the girl while she had been kissing her.  She needed to get down
and take over for her hands.  She couldn't be letting them have all the
fun. She kissed and licked on her little areolas, causing them to pucker
up.

   While her mouth was busy doing that, her hands had moved on and were
caressing the girl's labia.  She walked up and down those lips with just
the tips of her fingers.  Loading the girl up with an electrical current
running up to her brain.  She kept that up until she was able to get a
finger to wiggle into her inner lips.  She could feel a slight moisture
beginning to form there.

   That meant that the gravy was ready.  It was time to eat.  Bobby Jo got
down between her legs and went to work, lapping from the springs up that
were flowing out of her love fountain.  It was the eternal fountain of
youth.  The point on her tongue tickled the insides of her vagina, least
ways what she could get at of it outside of her hymen.  Being mindful of
the threat.

   She shifted her attention up to the girl's clit and licked like a dog
dying of thirst when it finds a pool of water.  She was lapping it up like
crazy.  Her saliva coating the girl in slippery lubrication.  Her tongue
glided over that hot spot.  But what got her volcano to blow was when Bobby
Jo went to sucking on it.  The cum was good, perhaps not as good as last
night, but then last night was the first one ever.  Now at least she knew
what they were and felt like, so there was no scream this time.  But Bobby
Jo knew she came from trembling in her body at that moment.

   She moved back to lie next to the little hooker.  She looked at her
trick.  "Do you want me to do that to you?"

   "I have an idea if you want to try it."

   "OK, what is it?"

   Bobby Jo got them in position so they could scissors together.  They
were rubbing two hairless pussies against each other.  To help them with
it, they held hand and were able to pull each other against each other all
the way to a finish.  Violet was first, but Bobby Jo wasn't far behind her.
They were in a sweaty heap.  But they were two very satisfied females.  It
was almost seven-fifteen.  They needed to get up.  They would be coming for
her soon.

   They popped into the shower.  Bobby Jo took advantage of one last
opportunity to feel up this girl.  She didn't mind when the girl squeezed
her boobs a bit too hard.  When would she be in bed with a girl like this
again?

   They were out to dress.  Bobby Jo insisted since she undressed Violet
she should redress her.  She had fun putting on her panties, and her
training bra, then her dress.  Once that was on, she dressed herself.  They
had a couple of minutes to talk.

   "You were very special.  Thank you for last night, Violet."

   "It was my pleasure," she said, not only to be polite but because it
really was her pleasure.

   "I wish I could do this with you again."

   "If you live in Vegas or come here again, you can."

   "Will you or your mom still be working for the same escort agency?"

   "I don't know, but I can give you her number so you can call her
directly.  I know that she does that sometimes.  That way, she doesn't have
to share the money with the agency."

   "You were super.  I will have to have take that number.  I just wish I
could find other little girls like you."

   "You really like little girls?"

   Blushing, Bobby Jo said, "Yes, I do very much."

   "If you come back here again and call my mom, maybe my sister can join
us.  I know she'd love what you did for me." She gave Bobby Jo the number
who put it into her phone, so she had it.

   She would also write it down so she wouldn't lose it when she got home.
In addition, she took four $100 out of her wallet.  "This is for you.  You
earned a it." The girl took it with a smile and stashed the bills in her
coat pocket.  She held it on her lap, expecting to be going any second now.

   There was a knock at the door at eight-o-five.  Bobby Jo gave the girl
one last kiss, then opened the door.  The same big man stepped into the
room.  Looking over and seeing Violet, he asked, "Are you alright?"

   "Never better," she said with a smile.

   "You aren't broken?" Looking at Bobby Jo, he asked, "You didn't break
her seal?"

   "No, that was the deal, and I kept it."

   "You know you should choose better places.  They shot another rapper out
there last night.  Let's go Violet," he said.

   She turned and waved, saying "Bye Bobby Jo," then stepped out of the
door.

   Before it closed, she managed to say, "Bye Violet!" The door closed and
her outcall was over.

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