Curious, Part 1

by GoodLittleKaren

Karen had lost her parents when she was a very young girl. A drunk driver took them to Heaven when she was only 7 years old. With no one else in the family to care for her she is sent to her distant Aunt's house. Aunt Linda was a beautiful, single woman that suddenly found herself in charge of a young girl.

Aunt Linda made the best of things. As days passed they grew closer and closer, though nothing ever happened sexually between them. Karen was still too naive to understand when Aunty's girlfriends would spend the night. From the privacy and solitude of her bedroom, Karen would often hear strange sounds, muffled sounds. Aunty's girlfriends were always nice and polite to Karen, though never going further than pleasant greetings at breakfast the next mornings.

It was shortly after her 8th birthday that Karen would discover a world she never dreamed of. It was summer time and Karen was out of school. Karen had made some friends at school but often spent time alone after school. She discovered that she could pass through backyards of the neighboring houses. A few houses down the street lived a married couple. Aunty had told her that their names were Mister and Mrs. Fletcher. They seemed like very nice people. Both in their mid 30's perhaps, though Karen knew nothing of how to tell ages. Mister Fletcher was a nice looking man. He seemed to work a lot and was often gone for several weeks. Mrs. Fletcher was kind looking as well. She had very thick, long blond hair and green eyes. Sometimes Karen would walk in front of their house and she would see Mrs. Fletcher doing gardening or things in the yard. Mrs. Fletcher would always wave and smile at Karen.

One day, in this summer, while Mister Fletcher was away Karen had been cutting thru the back yards. As she passed by a window, heading for the loose boards in the side fence she heard something that made her stop. The window was open a little. It was just slightly above eye level. "Ohhhh....Ohhhh.....Ohhh Tom....I...I miss you sooo much!!" The voice made Karen even more curious. She had to lift on her toes to peer inside. Looking in she saw Mrs. Fletcher naked. Karen could tell it was a bedroom by the large bed in the room. Mrs. Fletcher had her legs apart and was moving her hand back and forth between them. Her other hand seemed to be squeezing her breasts. Fascinated at this sight, Karen now focused on Mrs. Fletcher's hand between her legs. It held something thick and pink. It seemed to glide in and out. Karen could see Mrs. Fletcher's body lifting and lowering. "Ohh God yesss...." Mrs. Fletcher would moan. Karen became very nervous. She moved away from the window and slipped through the fence, heading back home.

As she went home the image and sounds seemed to linger in her mind. "What was Mrs. Flecther doing?" she wondered to herself. Being only 8 years old, Karen had no concept of anything sexual, but something odd was happening to her. As Karen lay in her own bed that night she drifted back to the memory of what she saw. She lay on her back, as she saw Mrs. Fletcher do. Karen's tiny legs parted as she placed her own hand between her legs. Karen began to move her hand back and forth. A strange feeling happened, but being naive she did not know what. Her hand rubbed through her little panties. Sleep took her very soon and Karen awoke the next morning. Feeling odd she placed her hand between her legs. It was wet down there. Karen became very embarrased. She thought for sure, she had peed the bed. She quickly changed her panties and drew the blankets back over her bed.

Aunt Linda had not had anyone sleep over for a few nights. Karen tried to hide her thoughts at breakfast. Afterwards she dressed in her usual jean shorts and T-shirt. Aunt Linda had to work and kissed her cheek. Karen slipped into her flip-flops and began making her way through the back yards again. Returning to Mrs. Fletcher's window she lifted up, once again hearing the strange sounds. As before Mrs. Fletcher was naked. This time she seemed to be on her hands and knees. Mrs. Fletcher's bottom was facing the window. Again, Karen could see her moving the pink thing in and out. "Oohhh Tom.....Please....I...I need more....." she seemed to moan. Karen watched, fascinated again. "Please Tom...please...the other place."

Karen watched secretly as Mrs. Fletcher drew out the pink thing. It looked very shiny and strange. "Ohhh God yessss," she moaned as she placed it to her poopoo hole. "Uhhh.....ooohhhh soooo big!!!" Mrs. Fletcher moaned. "Yes...ohhh yessss." Karen almost took a big gulp of air as she saw the pink thing disappear into the lady's bottom hole.

(I will continue this tale at a later time. Hopefully it will be enjoyable to the readers. Karen)