The Door, Part Three – Kate's Compartment

by CeeCee Mom

Quiet chatter filled the cabin as the three young women in the pretty clothes talked among themselves. Katie sat opposite on the bench seat somewhat uncomfortable at being on her own like this, she wished that she had a school friend to talk to but at least when she arrived in Paris her auntie would be there. It had been such a very long trip from London. First the night train from London to Dover, her mother had at least taken her that far making sure she made the ferry, and then the awful ferry ride, there had been a lot of bumping and swaying crossing the English Channel and for most of the trip there had been no place to sit except for the hard floor. After what seemed hours of waiting in Calais her train have finally arrived. Katie sat huddled in her corner in the small train compartment, feet up on the seat and arms clutching around her willow like young legs. She knew from the train schedule that it would be about a 4 hour journey into Paris. Sure in her mind that the older girls would pay her no attention she resigned herself to a boring ride.

Kate’s quiet reverie was momentarily broken by the American and apparently southern accent of one of the girls.

Hey there kiddo why so glum? Looking up Katie could only respond with a flat — huh?

Why you so glum kiddo? She didn’t like being alone and being called “kiddo” only made it worse, she was almost 12 she thought to herself not some kiddo. But trying to be nice she weakly smiled and said, I dunno I’m just tired I guess from all the stuff I had to do so far and she briefly explained her situation to the young woman. Raising herself from the opposite seat the young woman plopped herself down next to Kate and tickling her chin with one index finger she chided — this is France for Pete’s sakes y’all smile little darlin, taking the tip of her finger tip she gently pushed at the side of Kate’s little mouth as if to force the smile upon her face.

This did kind of make smile at little, she was friendly after all even if she did call her kiddo and she kind of liked her sweet southern accent. I’m Tiff, that’s Marcy and she’s Lauren she said introducing each of her friends. Katie put out her hand introducing herself and shaking each hand in turn. Their touches did seem truly warm and friendly, maybe it wouldn’t be such a boring trip after all she mused, but still somewhere inside unsure why 3 pretty girls, who had each other, would bother much with her after introductions and small talk had been spent. I mean, she said to herself, we have nothing in common I’m sure they got boy friends to talk about and I’ve never even been on a date, let alone had smooches with anybody.

There was an awkward silence after the introductions since the somewhat shy little Kate had nothing of interest to impart to them. Eventually Tiff sitting next to her scooted even closer and reaching over attempted to take hold of her little day bag. Kate quickly grabbed it and clutched it tight to her flat chest as it contained gold bars. I’m sorry Kate I didn’t mean to scare you I just wondered what kind of cool stuff a brave little Travel Girl like you has. Giggling she said, now don’t going spraying me with your Mace Sweetpot. Katie relaxed her grip a bit, feeling a little proud at being called a brave little Travel Girl, even if it was “little” before that. It’s it’s just stuff Kate said, changing the subject she asked what’s Macey’s? Tiff laughed, Macey’s is where I shop…I said Mace it’s stuff smart girls carry in their purse so they can spray any creepy guys that give them trouble. Somehow the way she intoned “guys” made it seem like she meant all guys, she didn’t know why she got that feeling. Oh, well I know no guys or boys would be interested in a snot pot like me. Snot Pot? Tiff questioned, where did you ever come up with a word like that you’re not a snot pot you’re a baby heartbreaker if anything. Not…was all Kate could say rolling her eyes behind her little rhinestone dappled glasses. OK lets take a vote all those who think Kate is a Snot Pot raise there hands, not even Kate lifted her hand, showing she was not as self conscious as it might first appear. OK now how many think Kate is a baby heartbreaker? The 3 girls all shot their hands up in unison. Kate remained with her arms clutched around her day bag, but she felt a kind of pride that they all thought she was a baby heartbreaker even if she didn’t much like the baby part. Almost 12 is not a baby she thought well, maybe not almost 12, in truth she only just turned 11 but who cares they don’t know that.

Still pursing the now intriguing bag, Tiff cajoled come on Kate I’ll show you mine if you will show me yours. Something about the way she said that gave Kate a blush like when she and her cousin had played Dares during sleepovers. OK it’s just clothes and some junk to do while I travel her voice trailing embarrassed of what they would think of a girl her age with a bag full of Barbie dolls, she knew she should have outgrown them but they were like old friends warn and a bit tattered from years of play, but friends she told her secrets to. She kept them because being an only child she would often drift into her own imaginary world with them playing out thoughts, troubles or curiosities she might have. Finally she relented and let open the bag, Tiff gave a little cute chirp when she opened the bag, and like looking in a treasure chest she carefully pulled out each item to inspect it. Kate blushed a bit as Tiff held up a little pair of pink panties with hearts on them. Oh god I love these, sometimes I miss being your age where I could wear such adorable cute fun undies rubbing them on the side of her face as she admired them. Kate blushed red to have such a personal item out for all to see. Then reaching in she pulled out the first Barbie…awww Barbie!!! Oh my god I love Barbie to this day I still got all mine and she began running off all the Barbie theme sets she had collected. You, you do? Kate said looking surprised. Oh course heartbreaker they are the best, I think my Barbie’s gotten in more dang trouble than I ever did she laughed.

What do you mean trouble Kate quizzed, now puzzled but intrigued since she herself created some adventures that would never appear on TV commercials. Tiff looked at Lauren, and then Marcy as if for approval, they both just smiled and winked a bit. Well you know, she said. Umm maybe I shouldn’t really tell you such things it might spoil your Barbie days ahead for you by giving you bad ideas. Kate became a bit defensive, suddenly feeling like a kiddo again and not a baby heartbreaker. Come on no fair she pleaded. OK still rummaging around and pulling out the other 3 Barbies she paused looking at Kate for a moment. Umm what no Ken? Kate frowned, no she almost whispered Ken’s a dork. Tiff beamed and reached up to give her a high five, you go girl right on darling. I thought he was a total dork to. Kate looked up, really you don’t think that’s weird I don’t like Ken? Tiff huffed guys sweet pot that’s why I carry my Mace can’t trust guys, to them we are just pussy in fancy shoes. Kate blushed red at the harsh even nasty word pussy, she had never used it and always referred to her own place down there, if she had to use a word for it as her cootie.

Tiff seemed to realize also almost as soon as it was out of her mouth that “pussy” was a bit much for Kate’s young ears. I’m sorry sweetie sometimes I open my mouth before my little ol brain gets fully in gear. Satisfied Kate looked up and smiled its OK I just never like use that word. Tiff brushed the hair from Kate’s face, oh my gosh y’all are just as sweet as apple blossom you know that don’t you? Kate could only smile at the pretty blond next to her.

So, so like umm what did you like to do with your Barbies Tiff? Taking a deep breath she whispered as if nobody else would hear, I loved to make them kiss sweet pot. Kiss? But if you didn’t like Ken who did they kiss Kate? now puzzled scrunching her nose a bit and pushing up her glasses with one finger. Tiff taking Kate's chin with her long delicate fingers, she put her nose so it was almost touching Kate’s. Each other Kate, does that scare you darling? Umm no was all Kate could say. Tiff gave her a little almost wicked smile, cool you are a little heartbreaker for sure then, having said that she took two of the Barbies, this is Tiff and this is Kate nice to meet you and she pressed their faces together mimicking a long kissing sound with her mouth. Kate shivered at the intimacy of the act feeling the oddest jumping in her belly at the proxy kiss she just got from Tiff.

At this Marcy and Lauren moved to Kate’s side of the bench, Marcy scooting on the opposite side of Kate from Tiff and Lauren on her knees in front of Kate, each girl took a Barbie and gave them names the same as theirs each taking a turn kissing Kate’s Barbie which she now held, with a long slow smooching sound. Kate felt so thrilled to be surrounded my three such pretty ladies each lavishing her with kind attention.

Well mines hot chimed in Lauren who proceeded to strip her little Barbie, no fair cried Marcy me to and stripped hers as well. Tiff looked at Kate…well last one in the pool is a looser extending the word looser she stripped hers leaving only Kate’s Barbie clothed. Kate blushed, awww I’m a loser for sure she said frowning. Well not a loser really but like any game last is last you have to do the penalty Kate. Blinking Kate looked at each girl searching their eyes. What? What you mean penalty? Well darling when we was all growing up, see we all been best friends since 2nd grade the loser of a game always had to pay a penalty. What kind of penalty? Kate asked. Well since we all love clothes and we all have been the same size most of our lives, when one of us lost the other girls got to take one piece of the last girls clothes and keep them, then we always had new clothes, even if they were a little used we didn’t care.

So then each one of us gets to choose one piece of your clothing to keep OK, are you in? Or is somebody a chicken? she said in a light but mocking little girlish tone. Not wanting to be labeled a chicken and thought a dumb little kid after making such awesome friends. Kate agreed knowing that Auntie Marie would buy her anything she needed. Kate opened her bag to let each girl select an item. None of the girls moved, finally Lauren spoke up after an awkward silence, resting her hands and chin on Kate’s knees she looked from side to side to each of her friends. Umm maybe she to…No Tiff said just tell her! Kate looked around knowing she was missing some clue in the game. Finally Lauren lightly rubbing Kate’s knees looked up at her, looking directly in her eyes she said while making little circle marks with her finger tip on Kate’s knee. Umm you see, you see it’s kinda like this honey, the thing is, well the thing is if you still want to play…when we do it, it’s just that the loser or last person, the other girls get to choose something that she has on right then, we get to take it off and keep it. Giggling, to lighten the mood, while still making gentle circles on Kate’s knee cap, see that’s the fun part of the game.

Kate must have sucked in a room full of air as she pondered what she might be getting herself into, but deep inside she so wanted to be part of their cool world. Itching the edge of her eye with one finger under her little glasses she weakly said OK. But in one last attempt at reason she said but I’m not even your guys size even. The girls giggled well that’s maybe not so much the point is it? Now it was setting into Kate’s mind they like wanted to do touches on her and see her maybe, this made her wiggle a little, not really from fear more like a strange almost daring excitement. Her cousin had seen her privates but she was only 9 and these girls were old like in their 20s why did they want to look at a dumb little girl? when they were so way pretty.

Tiff clapped her hands together with a little playful shout, cool she said, y’all are such a baby heartbreaker we all love ya to pieces darling she said kissed her on the cheek. This made Katie blush and yet smile over at Tiff. Marcy was the first to act; well I’ve been lusting after this cute little blouse since you walked in the compartment, dibs! she cried. Reaching over she began to slowly undo each button. Kate now wished that she was big enough for a bra, small for her age only 4-10 and 65 pounds soaking wet if she had worn a bra it would have been only a 30a. As Marcy undid the last button and pulled it open, she then realized that Kate had worn no bra. With the blouse off her shoulders half way down her back, the arm holes lay draped at her elbows now. Marcy inhaled slowly putting her face within inches of Kate’s tiny strawberry sized teats. Precious, oh gawd aren’t these just the most precious little dumplings y’all have ever seen. Kate turned crimson as each girl oowed and awed over her tiny girl buds. Removing her little blouse the rest of the way Kate attempted to hide the objects of their attention by folding her arms across her small chest, but Marcy took each arm and gently pulled them down to her sides again. No fair now heartbreaker once you open a Christmas present you can’t go ah hiddin it dimples.

Tiff was next, OK my turn she said. Scratching her chin as if pondering she finally said OK dibs on this to die for skirt. With that she reached to Kate’s little waist and undid the clasp opening the front wide revealing the last treasure a white pair of cotton panties. Reaching behind Kate she pulled the back of her skirt down and under her little butt, trailing her nails over the soft bottom flesh as she did. Kate gave an involuntary squeak as she felt Tiff’s nails trail across her little bum, one of her hands ever so close to her little bottom split. As Tiff slowly pulled the little skirt down she felt her hands gently caressing and touching her skin along the way, this gave Kate goose bumps and yet made the most delicious tingle run all over her body. Removing the skirt Tiff parted Kate’s legs, like with Marcy before, they all oowed and awed over her fawn like little porcelain body.

Last was Lauren, Kate knew that she had nothing left to removed except her little white socks and panties and somehow she knew it after what had happened it would not been those crinkly smelly white socks with the lace trim. She steadied herself closing her eyes for what was to come, biting her lower lip she waited almost shivering in her seat.

Picking up Kate’s dainty toe Lauren cooed oh gawd I’m going to put these under my pillow each night, never, ever going wash them. With that Lauren slowly pulled each little sock from her foot and began to suck on each toe one by one. This little piggy Lauren sang in a song voice as she kissed and sucked each tiny toe. Kate was both in shock and thrilled inside to have her body kissed and licked like that, she had thought for sure that they would pull her panties down, she was almost disappointed but soon became lost in the wonderful kissing she cooed and made small squeaks as each toes was lavished. Kate lay back allowing her legs to be spread wide causing her little white cotton panties wedgie into her little now moist gash. This was not lost on the other two as Tiff and Marcy each took a little teat and began to lick and suck in unison. They nibbled, they licked, and they sucked as Kate’s breath became more and more labored. Her fragrant little girl scent began to fill the air around herself and her 3 beautiful lovers.

Kate was beyond herself lost in another world she felt her hand as if controlled by some outside force move to her belly button making circles, bigger and bigger circles, she wanted so badly to do it she wanted to needed to, to touch her little cootie. Finally not caring that they would see she gingerly slipped her hand under the elastic waist band and did what nobody else had ever seen before. Kate making a tent with the back of her hand began to caress and pet at her flower, fingers parting the sweet succulent dew covered lips, her tiny fingers like a honey bee sought the source, the center of her pleasure. Lauren’s head bobbed and bounced as she ministered to her tiny toes while Tiff and Marcy savored her precious teats. And Kate dipped her little finger inside at last, spreading and smearing her girlish secretions round and round.