The 'Make Out' Sessions, Part 2

by Dudette

Naomi got out of bed and showered and began doing herself up. She braided her hair into pigtails and put on a fitted comfortable cotton shirt and tight-fitting but comfortable pair of waffle-material shorts. Looking through the flyer that had come in the mail she found a coupon for a pizza a the Italian Pizza Market it was Lori and Becky’s favorite pizza. After putting the coupon aside she made herself a coffee and sat down in front of the TV. She was watching a show about U.F.O.s when the phone rang.

It was Debbie, Lori’s mother, and she was in good spirits by the sound of it, “Hi we’re here at the video store, somebody wants to speak to you.”

Lori’s voice then came over the line, “I got the Incredibles for me. What do you want?”

‘You,’ thought Naomi and then she forced the thought from her mind. Having no idea what Lori really wanted or how to find out she decided that she should just be enjoying the young girl’s company. And for now at least she had made a decision that nothing would happen for a while. If Lori had feelings one way or the other, it would come out eventually, and no matter how it worked out Lori would always have a place in her heart.

“Well, how about something we both can watch. Does your mom mind if we watch Narnia?” Naomi suggested.

“OK I’m sure I can watch I already saw it once,” she exclaimed. “It’s one of my favorites.”

Then her voice grew faint but audible, “Narnia Mom... yes... Ok...” and then louder, “Mom wants to talk to you.”

Then the scuffling sound of the cell phone as it scraped against clothing, then Debbies voice, “Hi’ya. Thank for doing this, you’re a doll. Do me a favor though, just make sure she’s in bed by eleven-thirty, even if she’s not tired. She’ll get to sleep eventually.

“That’s OK. It’s Saturday. If she wants to, she can sleep in and stay for breakfast. Does she have to go to dance class or gymnastics tomorrow?” inquired the young woman.

“I’m not sure she’s ready yet; she’s still a bit weak. We’ll see if she feels up to it tomorrow,” replied Debbie adding, “Um... I’m at the counter now, so I’ll see you in a few minutes, I gave Lori money for pizza and I made you guys an apple cake since you won’t take money.”

“No but you can definitely bribe me with cake any time,” laughed Naomi. Debbie’s apple cake was fantastic and whenever there was an opportunity Naomi had her share.

“OK Naomi, I got to go. See ya’ in ten, bye,” said Lori’s mom.

“See ya’,” said the young redhead and they hung up.

Just about ten minutes later she heard a car pull up and saw it was Lori and her mom. They didn’t pull into their driveway but just parked outside. Lori had a night bag slung over her shoulder and was carrying a large dinner plate wrapped in clear plastic with a huge ring-shaped apple cake. Her mother was in tow. Debbie looked particularly attractive that evening. She wore a kilt-style skirt with celtic knots, black and red in color, and a form-fitting long-sleeved red top that clung to her curves with black leather calf-high platform boots. Her dark hair was pulled back with a red paisley headband; she was ‘on the prowl’ tonight. Debbie was actually an academic, though you would never say by looking at her firm toned figure. She had originally been an arts major and dancer, but had ultimately switched to a business degree and worked for a company that designed and marketed clothing and footwear for dancers. And Lori took after her mother, except she had blond hair; she also had an extremely fit and well developed body. Debbie had even given Naomi some free product samples from time to time, but Naomi had never seen her like this ‘she looks tasty tonight’ she thought.

“I made it myself. Tell her Mom,” Lori said with pride.

“Yup, you’re the chef. Let’s hope no one gets sick,” her mother joked.

Lori cried, “Mom!”

Both of the women laughed in spite of themselves, and Lori huffed finally saying that she was just labor and her mom was supervising. This only added to the humor and Naomi and Debbie nearly both keeled over.

Debbie caught her breath and wiped a tear from her eyes and looked at Lori with huge smile. “I think someone’s been listening in on my business calls a bit to much. I gave her forty dollars. Will that be OK, oh and here have this,” and from her purse she produced a bottle of apple wine “to go with the cake.”

“Oh wow, thanks that’s sweet of you Deb, but you really don’t have to,” but Debbie cut her off.

“Hey, let’s not forget who’s doing who a favor here. You take that bottle of wine and have a drink on me,” she said with finality.

“OK well, fine then, both bribes are acceptable,” smiled the firm redhead eyeing Debbie’s shapely frame.

“I’m out of here for now, I’ll call sometime tomorrow afternoon OK,” said the sexy brunette as she made her way to the car opening the door.

“No problem Deb have fun. See ya’ tomorrow,” said Naomi.

“Lori you listen to Miss Jones now and mind your manners,” called Debbie.

“Yes mother I will,” she sighed trying to sound exasperated.

After Debbie had left, Naomi busied herself on the phone ordering pizza and caesar salad to go with it. She opened the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. She noticed there was a piece of apple cake already taken and another piece was on a plate waiting for her. And she smiled; Lori was out in the TV room playing a game on the PS2, while she sat on a bean bag in front of the coffee table munching her cake. She had also poured a big glass of milk for herself.

Naomi felt at ease. She was happy that Lori instinctively knew to make herself at home, and sat on the couch behind her. She began to eat her cake; it was exquisite.

Time passed and supper was delivered. They ate while watching the Incredibles, and after they finished up Lori went to get into her ‘PJ’s’. While she was doing that Naomi busied herself in the kitchen cleaning up the dishes and putting away the leftover food. She made herself a cup of tea and called out to Lori, “You want anything else doll?”

The sound of Becky’s bedroom door opening came and “more cake” was the reply. Naomi returned to the TV room with two pieces of apple cake and beverages. She was entranced by the site of Lori’s little-girl bottom. All she wore now was a polka-dot pink nighty and matching panties. The nighty was held up by two straps over her shoulders and trimmed with blue lace and the matching panties were trimmed at the bottom with same elastic lace that made them cling to Lori’s young firm thighs and bum cheeks. The honey-blond sweetheart had positioned herself bent over lying on the bean bag facing the TV. ‘This is going to be a long night,’ thought Naomi to herself. She was already a becoming enthralled with a filthy spectacle of pleasures that was growing in her mind, inspired by that tight little girl’s behind. It didn’t help that Lori’s ass was practically staring her in the face. “Why don’t you sit up so your eyes are not so close to the TV Lori,” said Naomi as she sat down in the large armchair next to the couch. She placed the food and drink on the coffee table. It was her way of diffusing the situation. She thought that even if Lori didn’t feel like moving she might be coerced by milk and cake; which she would have to sit up to get, and now that the couch was free she could lie down if she liked.

Instead the Lori simply backed herself up and to the left avoiding the couch, settling not two feet from the horny redhead’s feet. Then she turned her head a looked Naomi in the eye and stuck her tongue out at her, arching her back and wiggling her bottom.

“Better?” mocked Lori as she reached over to the coffee table and grabbed her piece of cake.

‘Much better!’ was exactly what she was thinking, but Naomi simply said, “They’re your eyes, doll.” It was starting to get dark in the room; the sun had just gone down. The Simpson’s was just coming on, it was one that Naomi had seen before. Homer becomes a minister so he can marry gay people. She couldn’t concentrate on the TV at this point anyway, not with that smooth tight young ass in front of her. Lori was zoned into the show by now and the horny young woman behind her had slipped a hand down her panties and rubbed her clit slowly and deeply while undressing the nine year old in her mind. She imagined Lori on her bed in the same position. She was eating Lori’s sweet young cunt and ass, and it ended with Lori’s tight pink asshole being violated by a big purple dildo. She crossed her legs and shuddered, quietly cumming hard in her shorts. Lori appeared to be engrossed with Homer’s escapades for the time being. She rose without word and made her way to the bathroom stepping over the young girl.

Lori sniffed the air and said, “Smells like teen spirit,” as she went to the bathroom.

Naomi all but stopped in her tracks. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ she thought and made her way to the bathroom pretending not to hear what the little girl had said.

Naomi ran the cold water and splashed her face, she looked in the mirror she was still blushing from Lori’s comment. Did Lori smell her juices and suspect her of masturbating? or was it just some weird thing that kids say and adults just don’t get? She didn’t know and she thought she should ignore it for now. She had embarrassed herself and would not make the same mistake again.

She cleaned up and returned to the room seeing that Lori was still where she had left her. The girl looked up at Naomi and smiled and then went back to watch her show as if nothing was wrong. Naomi got on the couch and lay down sideways.

“I want Homer Simpson to be the minister at our wedding,” said Lori.

“Oh yeah? When are you getting married?” asked Naomi with mock politeness.

Lori’s eyes narrowed as she formulated an answer, “I don’t know, but I want to real soon.”

“And who’s the lucky person you’re hitchin’ up with doll?” asked the tight bodied redhead shifting her weight to become more comfortable.

“Becky of course. I want to marry Becky,” she responded completely innocently, looking at Naomi with a straight face. Naomi smirked she found this touching and illuminating.

“Does Becky know of your intentions?” said Naomi with mounting interest, but Lori looked puzzled. She added, “Intentions in this case means ‘plans’ sweetheart.”

The sweet young blonde’s face brightened with understanding, “I think so. I told her I wanted to before, lots of times, and we love each other.”

“Well not that I’m not happy for you but this is the first time I heard about it. When did you two decide to tie the knot?” was her formulated response. She didn’t want Lori to think she was tattling on Becky (which she wasn’t).

Lori looked down and blushed. She went silent. “Promise you won’t be mad?” she pleaded, keeping her eyes on the hardwood floor. Naomi’s eyes narrowed slyly. The sexual tension was building again at this point and she was getting excited at the prospect of a filthy response from the barely dressed honey-blond babydoll.

“It was when we were—‘making out’ one night,” finally little Lori admitted. The little girl’s face was still red but that was fading. She was now looking at the older girl.

“Do you mean ‘making out’ like kissing?” queried Naomi; she began to feel her juices flow.

“Yes Miss Naomi, but not in the way that gets you pregnant; we are careful about that,” said the little girl’s sweet mouth without skipping a beat.

This was too much and Naomi’s lust began to fade and was replaced by mirth. Her smirk grew to a smile, which turned to a laugh, that turned to snorting sounds when she tried to muffle her mouth. Lori was absolutely indignant at first, assuming that Becky’s mom was not taking her seriously. Lori thought that she was being made fun of, but Naomi’s snorting laughter sounded so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but join in, and they both roared.

“You sound like a pig,” laughed Lori’s soft voice. “Brawk brawk I’m a chicken.”

“You sound like a nut bar ‘chicken-girl,’” retorted the young mother of Lori’s lover. “Look honey, I’m sorry but it’s not you that I’m laughing at; it’s what you said. Look at me Lori, you can’t get pregnant that way. Two women—girls can’t get each other pregnant. Who told you that?”

And Lori began to explain, “Well one day back in—April I think. Me and Becky were at the bus stop. And we saw one of the older girls from our gymnastics class. She had gotten really big—I mean she was really preggers.” Lori stopped and looked towards the older girl for approval and Naomi nodded for her to continue. “So we started talking about it and I think she heard us?”

Naomi then interjected “What did you say?”

“Nothing bad,” Lori said defensively, “I just said to Becky that I didn’t understand why you would want to be preggers before you could finish school. Becky said she didn’t know, but she heard that when a guy and girl make out it feels so good the guy can put his vagina in her vagina and they have a baby. So I said what about two girls, like the two who own the deli on the corner. They’re married and one of them is pregnant. So Becky said that either girls get pregnant with each other through kissing or kissing down there,” said the little blonde tart as she pointed at her crotch (a wet spot could now be seen). “Well we finally asked the girl, you know the one who was preggers. She said not to make out with boys and we would be OK and then she got on the bus. So the next time I stayed over we started talking about boys and how we liked girls much better. Becky said we should try making out but we should not use our tongues or lick each other down there so that we don’t get pregnant.” The sultry redhead’s gaze followed Lori’s succulent frame down to her spreading legs to the growing dark spot on her cute little panties.

‘Her pussy is so lovely,’ thought Naomi as she caught the first waft of Lori’s love juices. It was true they were both getting wet, but Lori obviously didn’t realize the wet spot was there yet. “Do you have these ‘makeout sessions’ often?” asked the redhead.

“Whenever we sleep together, but sometimes I come over just to ‘make out’ with her,” said the yummy little girl searching for approval in Naomi’s face.

“It’s OK to experiment and you don’t have to worry—nothing you do to each other will result in pregnancy,” she said comfortingly to her daughter’s lover.

Lori stood up and looked absolutely gleeful, “Thanks Miss Naomi, you’re the best,” and she hugged Naomi pushing her chest into the sexy redheads pretty face. The nine-year old ran her young hands through the soft scarlet locks of the young woman. The girl inhaled through her nose sighing, “umm smells like teen spirit,” and then she looked at Naomi and giggled.

And with that Lori planted a long hot kiss sliding her little-girl tongue into the redheads waiting mouth with slutty eagerness. Lori tightened her arms around Naomi’s neck and hiked her strong, yet girlish legs around her. She straddled the redhead on the couch torridly and pumped her crotch up and down, rubbing her prepubescent clit and pussy against Naomi’s hard feminine frame. Naomi was sitting up and Lori was wrapped around her. She couldn’t believe this was happening and couldn’t stop it (didn’t want to stop it for that matter). The young woman’s hands roamed freely over the little girl’s thighs and up under her cum-soaked panties squeezing her butt cheeks greedily with each hand, spreading them apart and goosing her juicy pink asshole. The sweet little slut pulled her mouth a from Naomi’s and a strand of spittle formed between their faces; it broke and fell against Naomi’s cheek. Like a good little girl, Lori licked it off her face and neck and said, “do you want to ‘makeout?’”.

Breathing heavily the horny young woman replied with perverted interest, “I thought we were making out?”

Lori raised both eyebrows with slutty delight and said, “Not the way we do it. We thought too much kissing made you pregnant.” By now Lori had dismounted the young woman and was removing her panties. “This is how we ‘makeout.’” The little nine year old’s body was strong and lithe; her firm buttocks rippled and her tummy was taunt and toned. She turned her back to Naomi and faced the coffee table. Lori arched her a back and bent over spreading her ass with both hands revealing the most tender pink flower of an asshole Naomi had ever seen. “Please ‘makeout’ with me Miss Naomi,” the young girl moaned looking back over those tight round cheeks and pleading with her eyes.

Naomi placed her shaking hands on each buttock. She ran her hands over Lori’s and they locked fingers. The sultry redhead drew slowly between those tight young cheeks towards the Lori’s cute little anus. It was puckered, pink, and penetrable. Naomi took a slow breath and planted a smoldering french-kiss on the nine year old’s virgin asshole. The little blonde girl had been watching the whole time as the young woman tongue fucked her ass from behind. Then closing her eyes, little Lori groaned and giggled with filthy delight as Naomi’s wet tongue probed deeper and deeper up her rectum. The sweet tight blonde was becoming a most accommodating anal-slut and now the elder girl’s warm tongue was shoved several inches up that rubbery pink hole. Naomi was lost. She only thought of two things: the taste of Lori’s ass and the orgasm building between her legs. Opening her eyes she saw the baby-faced blonde looking back at her over those tight cheeks. When their glances met the adorable little slut simply gave a pleading look at Naomi, the hardbodied redhead’s eyes narrowed as she responded in kind. ‘I love you too,’ she thought to herself. Lori reached back between her legs and her hand brushed against one the red braids. She stroked it feeling the incredible softness as the braided locks caressed the inside of her thigh. Then she grabbed it more forcefully and pulled firmly. Naomi moaned with pleasure. Lori tried for the other braid but could not quite reach, but redhead, who was engaged in tongue-fucking her asshole, aided her in her task. The young girl pulled on the braids purposefully keeping them taunt. They began to rub against her clit making the tight-bodied blonde gasp.

“I love your tongue jammed up my butt Miss Naomi,” she wailed softly; her little-girl face was twisted into a carnal expression as the creamy little slut bit her lower lip and sucked her thumb. She began pumping her ass in time with Naomi’s torrid tongue thrusts. The redhead’s pigtails rubbed Lori’s wet bud. They were so soft against her clit. “It’s so soft I could do this forever. Oh God!” Lori sighed.

Naomi was now beginning to convulse, when her young friend had taken her hair she gave her own clit some needed attention. She pulled her mouth from the now-shiny spittle-covered anus and some of the saliva ran down between Lori’s legs. The sweet redhead had been breathing through her nose the whole time she was “making out.” ‘Thank god for circular breathing. Who says you can’t learn anything useful at band camp?’ she joked to herself. Before her young friend could recover, the elder girl began to remove the spit on her bum and legs with her mouth slurping at it with relish. Naomi began to peck at the edge of Lori’s wet anus and flick it with her red slippery tongue, and with that the filthy redhead went down on the sweet young clit. Lori turned over and wrapped her leg around Naomi’s neck and over her athletic shoulders pulling Naomi’s face into her steaming cunt. Starting at Lori’s asshole, Naomi licked up to her clit and back, over and over again, lingering on the clit more and more each time. The innocent-looking blonde began to issue a string of profanities directing them at her beautiful friend. “Oh yes! Lick my clitty! Fuck my dirty pussy with your mouth!”

“Lick,” was all Lori could manage as her eyes rolled back in her head, she could emit nothing but a high-pitched squeal, over and over, for about half a minute. She went in to spasms lurching her crotch against Naomi’s face buried between her legs. The sound of Lori’s multiple orgasms died down as the air left her lungs. Her chest rose and fell powerfully and sweat dripped from both of them. Naomi knelt in front of her young companion and took off her top; her tone figure glistened with sweat. She was extremely fit and toned from years of gymnastics. Her tummy rippled and the veins of her forearms appeared. Her breasts were of medium size but the nipples were rock hard and high on her tits. Lori pulled her shirt free too and slid her calves up and down the back of Naomi’s thighs. Naomi hands molested the nine year old’s firm figure as she lay sprawled out on the coffee table. She slid up on top of Lori and held her hands pressing her weight on top of them. The little blonde was pinned, but she didn’t want to move anyway. Lori wrapped her legs around the hard-muscular frame of the young woman.

“Did you have a good cum baby doll?” the elder girl said sweetly to the preteen blonde.

“God yes! I couldn’t stop cumming!” the little blonde girl panted. She was trembling and literally entwined around the petite young redhead. She sucked the cum and sweat off Naomi’s neck and chin. Then she whispered in redhead’s ear, “I love the taste of my cum on your face,” and then she kissed the older girl deeply and then proceeded to lick her whole face clean.

The sheen of spit and cum covered Naomi’s face and neck as she stared tenderly into those blue ‘little girl’ eyes, “I love the taste of you too baby doll.” Her hair was wet with sweat and cum Lori noted as she grasped a soft scarlet braid. The nine-year-old girl yanked it lustfully kissing the twenty-six years old's luscious lips openly and uninhibitedly, their tongues carelessly playing back and forth. “Aren’t I going to get a make out session baby-doll?” asked Naomi.

Thanks for your interest. Sorry Part 2 is not done yet, but it turned out to a lot longer than I had anticipated. It would have been longer still if I hadn't changed it. For me a story is only as good as the build up is good. If the characters and their motives appear real, then the story is believable and hence a good fantasy, so please bear with me.

Part 3 is going to be altered slightly. There is a new character thrown in to the mix. Debbie (Lori's mom) who is introduced in Part 2 will be included. Lori and Naomi continue with their perversions until Becky returns. Naomi and Debbie get together one night and Naomi finds both lust and guilt in her warm bed. How will Debbie react if Naomi confesses to her pervesions with Lori? Will Debbie have a confession of her own?