Molly's Story: The Sleepover

by Erika

I had thought I was raising my daughter right. She seemed to be normal from 5 to 11 years old. She was getting into boys and cheer leading, I was feeling proud of myself. But, as we all know, things change.

Let's start from the beginning though. My name is Kelly Moore, I am a 31 year old single, straight mother of one. My daughter, Molly, is now 12. Let's just say she isn't like other girls her age, and we are no longer a "normal" family. When Molly's dad died about a half a year ago she was so depressed I thought she was never going to come out of her room. They were close, her dad meant the world to her. He was always there for her, and always seemed so strong and confident. That's probably why she felt so close, she knew she was safe with him. Well, finally school rolled around and she seemed to be a lot better to fast. I was curious at what happened until one day she brought a boy home. More of a man to tell you the truth. 17 and muscular, Kyle seemed like a replacement for her dad to me. I didn't trust him, but she seemed so much happier, so I let it go.

Well, I was right not to trust him. He got close to her, took what he wanted, and left just as fast as he came. Then, to avoid fingers pointing at him, he spread rumors to about my Molly being a big whore. She came storming home crying and yelling "I'm done with boys!!"

Molly lost a very large portion of her friends, and was forced to find new ones. She was so crushed that she went to the first group to accept her. I don't know what you would call them, loners, goths. I guess emo is the term nowadays.

Well, evidently she gave in fast and started dressing in black and skulls. Her biggest influence was her new found best friend, Kym. Apparently Kym is a lesbian. I was unsure about things again, but she got better so much faster. I let it slide. Besides, Kym is only 13. Here's where the story kicks off.

"Mom, I'm going to Kym's and spending the night!" she shouted to me from the other room.

"Alright, be back by noon tomorrow!" I replied.

"Ugh! Fine..." she moaned, then stormed out.

Once there it started out normal. Just chitchatting a messing around. All of the pop and energy lead to a pillow fight and eventually the caffeine crash. In the morning she woke up surprised. They must have crashed on top of each other and not noticed, because Kym was right up behind her with her arm around Molly's stomach, practically spooning. She stirred a bit, waking Kym.

"Well good morning beautiful..." Kym said gently stroking Molly's hair.

Molly was confused on how to reply, what exactly did happen that they ended up like this? Beautiful? Normally she wasn't called that by Kym, was this Kym's doing? Was she trying to seduce her? She worriedly pulled away.

"Whats the matter hon?" Kym questioned.

OK, this is strange. She knew it was wrong, but she was kind of getting turned on.

"Molly," Kym began as she stood up "if you don't like me doing something or getting close just say something, and I will back up." Kym finished as she came up behind Molly and wrapping her arms around her, softly stroking her sides.

"I don't know Kym, it just seems wrong...I've never even experimented with another girl..."

"Wait, your twelve now and haven't even experimented? Have you ever even kissed another girl?" Kym knew what she was doing and spun Molly around. Slowly moving in until their noses where rubbing against each other.

"N-no..." Molly stuttered. She felt her heart pounding, her panties starting to wet, the nipples on what small breasts she had hardening from her friend now breathing down her neck and her breath flowing down her loose shirt, and she was desperately searching for answers for the hundreds of questions zooming through her head. One of which being "should I kiss her?". She didn't need an answer to that one, because before she knew it she felt lips on her chest, slowly working up her neck to her mouth. She was so tense as she felt a moist tounge slip into her mouth. Passionately their tongues began dancing a dance Molly had no idea she knew, one only instinct had control over. She knew she did not care what they were doing was "wrong" anymore when she was getting more excited as a smooth hand that had been working at her sides slid to her back, pulled up the loose tank top she wore, revealing here pink panties, and slowly slid under. Bentley caressing her cheeks.

"Oooohhh...this...is...am-maziiiiinnnnggg!" Molly cooed breaking from the kiss.

"I knew you would like it. You are so beautiful. Ive wanted you ever since we met. I knew I had to have y-" Kym began, only to be interrupted by Molly's cell phone ring tone.

"Shit..." Molly said as she realized that was probably her mom.

"Awh...nooo!" Kym pouted as Molly answered.

Well, as you probably guessed, her mom was pissed. It was 12:30, and Molly knew she didn't trust Kym.

"Sorry baby, my mom wants me home...she sounded pretty mad. She doesn't really trust you."

"Awh, fuck her. You should go over there and put her in her place. Show her who's boss!"

"Ha, not this time. Bye...I'll miss you so much!".

So, she headed off for home, promising they would pick up where they left off. So, this isn't over yet!