My Vignettes – The Cell Phone

CeeCee Mom

I visited my married girl friend tonight; I had not talked to her in several weeks so we had a little catching up to do. I had been at her house for only a short time, most of that was spent with her on her cell phone to another friend of hers. We didn’t get much of a chance to have much girl talk, it seems though her life has been a bit harried of late. A while into the evening her husband called, it is Saturday and he had been out for several hours taking her oldest daughter (her stepdaughter) shopping for school outfits, she just turned 12 and adorable. The arrangement was made that Lindsey and I would meet her hubby and her two girls at a local Japanese restaurant they frequented for dinner. When Lindsey and I arrived the 3 of them were already in one of the little traditional Japanese private rooms, the kind with private closed off entry doors. All went well with us chatting amicably; I was pleased because Lindsey’s daughter Stepdaughter Darby was being unusually social with me. For a year or more she had become rather reserved and at least with me a bit unsocial. Not so much because I don’t think she didn’t like me before, but the last year or so I think she has gone through that stage where adults are just a bother. I have to admit that I do love listening to girls her age talk, they are so excited and chatty when they are in the mood, talking it seems a mile a minute and full of just all the trendy expression and body language of that comes with that age group.

Darby will begin Junior High on Monday so it will be quite the social change. She is I would guess about 5'0" or so and petite with long brown hair that cascades down her shoulders and has green eyes. Being in the room with her parents and little sister Stepsister Lindsey’s natural daughter Casey who is 7, I had to almost force myself not to let my eyes wander over Darby’s adorable little body for subtle peeks. This was not easy since she wore a very short Levi skirt, which even standing would only come to mind calf, and a white little low loose pull over shirt with no evidence of bra straps that I could see.

Casey several times during the course of the meal, which was served in typical Asian fashion, asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. She was quite chatty and didn’t seem on the surface to be ill, but there after the 2nd trip to the bathroom when she seemed to stay away a long time Lindsey finally got up to go and check on her. When in a few minutes they did not return, her dad also got up and left. At this point it became just Darby and I, so I tried to continue the welcomed chance again to chat with her.

Darby, rolling her eyes leaned forward to whisper to me in a catty little voice “I don’t think Casey is sick I just think she is jealous ’cause I got new clothes and she didn’t today.” She went on to add that Casey had already started Elementary school at the beginning of the week and had her new clothes already. I let the moment become a girl talk confidant session, but what I really found myself doing was peering down her little bra-less top. I found myself within touching distance of two perfectly symmetrical little cone-shaped titties. Like most girls that age she was a bit of a wiggly Wanda, turning, twisting and expressing herself with her hands while talking about her friends, gossip and the new school year ahead. What this did for me during this brief time was to give me a number of flashes of her little panties. Since the tradition in these rooms is to sit on a pillow next to a table no more than a foot high, it was the perfect angle to see Darby’s cream-colored panties with the little flower designs.

As our girl talk continued, Darby confided in me that she was having a little friend trouble with her best friend Cassandra. She looked so winsome when she spoke of Cassandra I could sense something in her eyes and voice, couldn’t quite put my finger on it but this was deep for her. It seems that she, Cassandra and another girl Tiffany were in one of those 3 way friendships complexities so common at that age. Tiffany, who she did not really like, obviously wanted Cassandra to be her best friend, and had told a rather circuitous story which caused Darby to be put in the middle of some secret which upset Cassandra. Darby wanted to call Tiffany and just make up and put the whole thing behind her so they could all be friends again. When Darby spoke of Cassandra she gushed on and on how smart she was and how she acted so much more mature than the little “bee-atch” Tiffany, who was “like totally spoiled to the max.” I told Darby not to worry that at her age this happens a lot, but not wanting her to feel I was somehow putting her age group down, I said even in my office there are women who are in their 40s or 50s that act like that. It’s the old odd one out thing whenever you get 3 people together.

I was pleased because she actually seemed to be listening to me, feeling a little sense of common camaraderie I inched myself a little closer to her “accidentally” even letting my bare knee brush her warm little thigh, when she did not move away from the contact I had to catch myself from going further remembering, God she just turned 12 and is my best friend’s daughter.

Our girl talk was broken by the return of Lindsey, her hubby and Casey. It seems the poor child was really feeling ill after all; perhaps the Sushi did not agree with her. Lindsey’s husband said he would take her home and that three should stay as long as we wanted enjoy our meal and catch up. We spent another 45 minutes talking and chatting and occasionally the both of us giving Darby further advice. Finally the staff seemed to be getting anxious to get some more customers into the limited private rooms so we climbed into my car to head back to Lindsey’s place. On the way back Lindsey asked me if I would mind a quick stop for a mission of mercy. It seems that she and her hubby are looking after and elderly lady and she needed help giving medicine to her, also elderly, little pug.

I pulled up on the dimly lit residential street and Lindsey jumped out; it was agreed better she just go in and take care of the dog business since the little old lady did not know me. I stayed in the car with Darby who I had further won over by suggesting she take the front seat when we exited the restaurant. It’s funny how we tend to forget what is important to a preteen, so many little social nuances. I could tell that by privileging her over her mom, my best friend, was taken as a real thrill, being treated as an equal not just assuming that because she is a “kid” she gets leftovers choice wise.

We sat for a few moments in the dark car and Darby again began to stew about the Cassandra and Tiff triangle. She almost whispered to herself that she wished her mom had left the cell phone so she could call now and get it fixed between them.

I looked over at her, putting my hand on her soft bare knee and giving it a squeeze. I told her, "Well silly I have a cell phone. Just use mine sweetheart."

She looked at me as if I had just given her a new iPod. "Really?" she beamed "You, you would let me?"

"Oh course," I said, "I assume your friends don’t live in London do they?"

Darby give the most adorable little girl laugh at that. “Noooo they live here, duhhh,” giggles as she attempted to swat my arm but ended up grazing my right breast. If she knew she had done that she didn’t let on.

I gave her the phone and she first called Tiff. I could tell there was a strain of “I’ve gotta get though this” in her voice as she made whatever apologies and explanations were necessary to get it over with. She told Tiff, “look we are all starting Junior High Monday, let’s be friends and move on.” Darby showed an amazing sense of self confidence and maturity the way she handled that. The call was short and then she got on to the important business of calling Cassandra.

I looked out my driver’s window to try and give her as much privacy as is possible in the front seat of my little Beamer. I think this worked because in no time Darby was talking as if she was alone in her room. I could hear every word from her side and that cell phone faint sound of Cassandra on the other end. A few times she did one of those adorable whispers which in reality actually turn out to be a higher volume than a normal speaking voice. Early on Cassandra must have thought she was alone, because at one point Darby did say, “No I’m in Cecelia’s car, she like mom’s totally greatest friend,” I have to admit I felt such a little swell of sweet pride at the way she emphasized “totally” as only a 12 year old can.

It was obvious whatever the problem had been they had quickly come to an understanding, as Darby even confided that she just wanted to tell Tiff what she wanted to hear so she would chill. The next 30 minutes, yes 30 minutes, (thanks truly to my new best friend the little old lady), was spent with me totally absorbed in a world I had not lived in the last 25 years. We tend to forget what it’s like to be 12 and how so many of these issues that are to us mini dramas are very real to a little girl finding her way through the maze of life.

Still in listening to her conversation and the tone of voice, the pauses, the little soft giggles I had the nagging suspicion that there was somehow more to this. There was something there; there was a love in her voice and her joy. At one point Darby leaned her head on the door of my Beamer, curling herself a bit almost like she was in bed with her favorite pillow. I could not help but glance in the dark at her wonderful exposed little panty toe.

Finally Lindsay returned, sadly because I could have lived in this world all night. Not unexpectedly the old dear had relished the chance for company and would not let Lindsey leave. Bless her old ticker I could have kissed her. Since time was now late I drove them home and dropped them off, my naughty mind filled with vision of 12, oh sweet 12! I thought as I tipped toed in the house trying not to disturb my Kate.

Once settled in I drew myself a nice hot bubble bath adding my favorite Lavender essential oil. I settled into the most delicious fantasy, alternately me and Darby and then Cassandra and Darby. Imagining wondering if there was indeed a love tryst going on, little giggling girls who obviously on some level feel a love and bond for each other, exploring, kissing. Have they been intimate? What’s it like for them? I tried to bring back memories of my own little love at 12.

When finally I left my wonderful bath, having masturbated myself into a glow, I picked up my cell phone to turn it off. I always do this at night before bed to save on my batteries. I noticed a voice mail message had arrived while I was in the bath; there was no name so I assumed maybe a wrong number but I listened. What I heard could have knocked me over with a feather. It was Cassandra, obviously she had not realized that Darby was on my phone and had just hit redial last call.

“Oh my god, Butterbean I’m so happy I could just spaz right here and now, I hope you feel the same, I know ya do, don’t ya, and yes I did and I am now, I guess you prolly are to, admit it Butterbean, oh my god I just, I mean you know, well just listen to me you know I am and you’re not picking up so I know you are, perv!” giggles, soft moans silent for awhile, then “You want to know don’t you I know you do, OK when you hear this I just hope you’re not sitting by your mom or that lady.” giggles “Your mom is just so way, I think so too so don’t like get all weird she is your step mom so like you know,” giggles “OK listen,” the next sound I heard, maybe it was my imagination but the next sound was a scratching and a distinct squishy sound. The after awhile, “perv...Kissee's love ya, byeeeee”