| Annie's New Outlook Dear Reader – The other day in the leslita Forum, the following had been the meat of a posting by me, danseuse de blonde. It was meant more as an idea in a discussion about story ideas, but it was received as the beginning of an actual story. Ergo, I am attempting to expand on it and make it so. Happy reading and while I know not everyone has the same likes in the stories they read, I hope they will still appreciate the intent behind this. - danseuse ************************** Annie pulled the pillow over her head. She really was tolerant of her daughter Michaela and her friends and remembered her own sleepovers with a lot of nice memories. Peeking at the clock on the front face of her radio, she saw it was 3:08 in the morning. Sighing, Annie got up and shaking her head to let her soft thick sable-colored hair fall into a reasonable semblance of order, entered the dim hallway. Walking to Michaela's room, she could hear the laughter and screeching and something akin to screams as the five girls were playing at who-knows-what. Scolding herself to keep a straight face, she knocked. Silence. Instantaneous silence. Sudden. Dead. Silence. Annie's eyebrows rose. A quiet little 11 year old's voice squeaked, "Come in." Walking in she found the girls sitting together on the floor with their backs near one wall and facing the door. Huddled together tightly, eyes wide, hair of all colors and styles and lengths disheveled. One girl, Martina, pulled her top down but not before Annie could see her bare girlhood. ("Is that a real word?” Annie asked herself.) Taking a second look at the group, she noticed something missing. "Where is Emily? The bathroom door was open when I walked past it just now." Glancing at each other, the girls united in a silent front. Puzzled at the lack of an answer, Annie bit her lower lip in thought. "Well young ladies? Where is Emily?" Another mutual look and the girls slowly moved apart to reveal Emily, naked as the day she was born, laying underneath the little pack of friends. Michaela sat still, trembling slightly, the middle finger of her right hand still inserted somewhat inside Emily's little bare cunny. Gulping with concern about her Mom getting mad, she slowly pulled her finger free and totally unaware of what she was doing, put it in her mouth and sucked on it, eyes glued on Annie's face. ************************** And now dear reader, we step away from the posting and continue on... ************************** Annie quietly turned and left the room, leaving five very puzzled little girls. She went to the bathroom down the hallway and ran a soft washcloth under hot water before wringing it out as well as could be. Returning, she told her charges, "Girls, I have you all this weekend and if we are going to the beach today as planned, we should get there early enough to beat the crowd. They said Saturday will be in the low 90's, so I'm positive everyone and her sister will be heading over there. So get your little asses to bed and I'll help Emily clean up and then light out girls. Ok?" Little giggles at Annie's use of "the A-word", the girl's murmured their compliance and headed for their blanket-rolls with the exception of two. Michaela and Martina curled up on Michaela's bed, arms around each other. Kneeling down beside Emily, Annie had trouble repressing some laughter, as she looked Emily over. The poor girl, still lying on her back and just as naked as when "discovered" by Annie, was frozen like a statue. Only her almond shaped eyes followed Annie. Annie made some soothing sounds and stroked her hair and told her to relax, that she wasn't in trouble, or any of the other girls. Looking around the room, she remembered to tell the "Troop of Trouble", as she thought of them, "When we get back this afternoon girls, we need to sit and talk" Turning back to Emily, she looked over her burgeoning body. Emily had been an orphan, from Hawaii and of obviously Polynesian ancestry with her browner skin tone, black, black thick hair, and just the general look of her features. Her "buds" were larger than Michaela's, easily a full b-cup by now. The nipples and aureoles were dark, almost the color of bittersweet chocolate, and probably tasting as nice. Annie startled, thinking to herself, "Wait a minute, I am not into either my daughter or her little friends. Behave Annie and maybe that new toy that looks as big around as a horse just might be nice to you when you get back to your room." Annie carefully wiped the girl's outer skin, gently moving the soft, moist, still warm cloth down further, With a tender touch, she encouraged Emily to move her legs further apart and wiped away the girl's wetness that had slid down over her bum-hole. Back up, she carefully parted Emily's lips and found that yes indeed; Emily was starting to grow up. Her inner lips held in a small quantity of what Annie could only think of as "lubricant", that an older girl, and woman, would discharge in preparation for entry. Stopping when she saw Emily reacting to the cloth, Annie finished up and leaned over. About to plant a kiss on Emily's cunny, and hoping Emily hadn't caught on, she shifted and kissed the tip of Emily's little nose. Helping the girl to her feet, she gave a light swat on her bare bum and told her to "...Hit the sack and I'll see you girls later on." Turning off the light and closing the door behind her, Annie went back to her own empty bed. In the dark bedroom, only a slash of faint light through her curtains from a street light down the block, Annie lay back, thinking. "What was that about? A girl my own daughter's young age? Her skin did feel soft and warm, smooth and inviting to touch... Stop it! What's with you Annie? She needed Bill to get back soon from Chicago. Really needed some hard hot sweaty down-to-earth sex with him.... ...Emily's nipples, needing a warm mouth on them, licking her little belly button, fingers teasing her little-girl-bare cunny..." Annie snapped out of it as her fingers straying past her soft curls found that she was as moist as any other time she was aroused. "Aroused? This is not right. Squeezing Emily's soft firm bum cheeks...stroking her little hole back there...kissing Emily, teasing her tongue, licking Emily's teeth and gums, fingers tight in the girl's hair..." Annie's back arched high, her pussy exposed in its pure womanly glory, fingers flying over her sensitive clitoris, face contorted as her muscles strained and held in momentary rictus. "UUUUUNNNNNGGGHHH!" Annie's world exploded into a firework of color that rivaled anything seen on Independence Day. Annie collapsed in total abandon, legs and arms flung carelessly, her hair tousled over her face, her c-cup bosom rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Fading thoughts of Emily being with her, on top of Annie, both with their faces plastered to each other's womanhood ("Now that is a word", Annie giggled to herself.). Annie's fingers digging into a pair of 11-year-old ass cheeks. Rolling on her side, fingers resting against her most intimate place, hair still over her face, Annie fell back asleep. Her clock read 4:17 in the morning. |