Girls' Day!

by GoodLittleKaren

I guess my first memory that something was different about Mommy happened when I was only 3 years old. Ever since I was born Mommy and I always seemed to have special times together. Mommy called it our “girls’ day”. It was a day for just “us girls” as Mommy called it. “No daddies allowed!” she would say to Daddy. On these special days, Mommy and I would do all sorts of fun things together. Sometimes we went to the park and other places. I don’t really remember much about our days together before I turned 3. At that age I could walk with Mommy and didn’t need the stroller any more. I just held her hand tightly so I would not fall down and get a boo-boo. If I ever did fall...Mommy would always kiss it better for me.

Sometimes, when we went to the park we would see other mommies there. Some of them had little boys with them...but Mommy always seemed to find the ones with girls my age and younger for me to play with. One day I was playing on the swings with a girl named Kristen. Kristen was only 2 years old and still had a hard time walking...so I would hold her hand so she would not get a boo-boo. Kristen’s mommy was Jane. Jane and my mommy (Alice) would sit on a bench and watch us playing. Sometimes they would sit really close to each other and laugh and smile a lot. I was pushing Kristen on a “kiddy” swing and she was having a lot of fun. I know because she was laughing a lot.

All of a sudden one of the ropes for the swing broke and Kristen fell down on her bottom really hard. I was really afraid because she was crying really loud. Mommy and Jane ran over to us and I started to cry also. “I didn’t mean it, Mommy!” I said. My mommy was telling me that it wasn’t my fault as Jane was helping Kristen up. “Where does it hurt, baby?” she asked Kristen. Kristen put her hand on her bottom and said...”On my ‘pooter’, Mommy!” Kristen’s mommy picked her up and we went to the girl’s bathroom nearby. My mommy was holding my hand as they went into one of the little toilet places. Mommy and I stood in the little doorway and watched as Jane turned Kristen around and pulled her pants and undies down. That’s when I saw a big red mark on Kristen’s bottom. I looked at my mommy and said...”She has a big boo-boo, huh Mommy?”

Kristen was still crying...but not as much as her mommy said...”That’s okay, baby! Mommy will kiss it all better!” and then she got really close and kissed Kristen’s boo-boo. Kristen stopped crying then and her mommy looked at me and my mommy. I remember that she had a kind of funny look on her face. Then she smiled and my mommy said...”Honey! Maybe you would like to kiss her boo-boo!” I really felt sorry for Kristen. I was sure that it was my entire fault...even though the grownups kept saying that it wasn’t. Kristen had her hands on the toilet and her bottom was sticking out behind her.

“Go ahead, sweetheart!” my mommy said. “You can kiss it better!” I walked to Kristen and knelt down. I looked at her mommy and mine and they smiled at me so I leaned close and kissed Kristen’s boo-boo. It felt really warm and soft when I did that. Jane said for me to kiss it “all over” so I did. Kristen wasn’t crying anymore. I heard the bathroom door open and Jane said to Kristen...as she pulled her clothes back up...”There, sweetheart! It’s all better now, isn’t it?” Kristen said “Uh-huh!” and smiled at me and said...”Thank you!” I held Kristen’s hand so she would not get another boo-boo as we followed our mommies out of the bathroom. My mommy and Jane had their arms together and I heard Jane say...”I have a loft in town!” My mommy said...”That would be wonderful!” Jane told her...”We can take my car!” and my mommy said...”Okay!” We walked to Jane’s car and got in the back seat. Jane put Kristen in her car seat as my mommy put me in one a little bigger and we drove to an old building.

I remember how spooky it looked. There wasn’t much light except for some coming in from a window in the roof. The neatest thing was this box with a big wooden gate that Jane lifted up and we got in it. When she pushed a button we started to go up. My tummy felt funny as I watched the floors go by through the gate. It seemed like we were going way, way up. I was kind of scared and held my mommy’s hand tightly. The box stopped and Jane pushed the gate up and we walked down a long hallway. Jane was carrying Kristen on her hip and my mommy was holding my hand as we went to a door that Jane opened with a key. I guess Jane was some kind of artist because inside were all these funny statues. They were all girls and ladies that had no clothes on.

“Would you like some wine, Alice?” Jane asked my mommy. Mommy said “Yes, please!” and sat on a great big sofa. Kristen and I stood there as my mommy said...”This place is amazing, Jane!” Kristen’s mommy came back with two glasses and a bottle and gave one glass to my mommy. She sat down next to my mommy and I saw her kiss my mommy right on the mouth. I had seen my mommy kissing my daddy...but this was different. Jane looked at Kristen and me and said...”Kristen honey...does your boo-boo still hurt?” Kristen put her hand on her bottom and nodded...saying, “Kinda, Mommy.” My mommy said,”Karen, sweetheart. Why don’t you help Kristen undress so you can kiss her boo-boo?” I didn’t really think about it and undid Kristen’s pants and pulled them down. “Everything has to come off, Karen!” Jane said to me, so I took all Kristen’s clothes off. Then my mommy said...”Karen. It’s not fair that Kristen is undressed and you aren’t.”, so I took all my clothes off also.

Kristen and I were standing naked and Jane said to my mommy, “Aren’t beautiful?” “They certainly ARE!” my mommy said. Jane told Kristen to turn around and put her hands on the floor so I could kiss her boo-boo. I was a little nervous but my mommy said, “Its okay, sweetheart! Give Kristen a pretty kiss on her boo-boo!” I got down on my knees and put my hands on Kristen’s legs and started to kiss her bottom all over. When I looked over I saw Mommy and Jane kissing again. They were putting their hands all over each other also. Jane stood up and said, “Let’s go into the other room!” “Come on, girls!” my mommy said and I took Kristen’s hand and we walked to a bedroom...leaving our clothes behind.

“Get up on the bed, kids!” Jane said...so we did. Kristen and I watched as Jane and Mommy kissed again. My mommy looked at us lying on the bed and said, “It’s not really fair...is it?” Jane smiled and said, “Not really...” and we watched as they took each other’s clothes off. I noticed that Jane had boobies like my mommy’s. They were both pretty small. Jane and Mommy started touching each other’s boobies with their hands and Jane said, “God, you’re beautiful!” That’s when she went down and kissed my mommy right on her boob. Mommy seemed to like that because her hand was in Jane’s long hair and she was making funny sounds. When Mommy kissed Jane’s boobies...Jane just said, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Then they both smiled at Kristen and me and climbed on the bed with us. Mommy got beside Kristen as Jane got next to me. Both grownups were rubbing us with their hands...all over. Mommy rolled Kristen onto her tummy and said, “Karen dear...come kiss Kristen’s bottom for Mommy!”

I remember thinking how strange this was...but crawled down to Kristen. Mommy’s hands were rubbing Kristen’s bottom and Jane was rubbing mine. Mommy’s hands opened Kristen’s bottom and she said, “Kiss right here, sweetheart!” and her finger was rubbing Kristen’s poo-poo hole. Mommy moved her finger away and I went down and kissed where she told me to. Kristen’s mommy was behind me and her hands opened my bottom wide. “Ohhh, my GOD!” I heard her say and then she kissed me right on MY poo-poo hole. Suddenly I remembered something strange. My mommy used to do the same thing to me that Jane was doing. Mommy said, “Remember how we kiss, Karen?” I did remember. I started to kiss Kristen’s poo-poo hole like Mommy taught me to kiss hers. I recall thinking how strange it was that Jane seemed to know how we kissed...because as I licked Kristen’s poo-poo hole...Jane started to lick mine. It felt just as good as when Mommy did it. Jane stopped licking just long enough to tell Kristen to “Kiss Jane like Mommy showed her.” I saw Mommy move up and open her legs in front of Kristen’s face. Mommy leaned back on some pillows and held Kristen’s face with her hands. Kristen was making “slurping” sounds as Mommy moved her head around.

Jane’s mouth and tongue had made my poo-poo hole really wet and I felt her mouth going underneath to my “kitty” place. Other than my mommy, no one ever kissed me there before. Not even Daddy. I did not understand how Jane knew how to do this, but she seemed to know exactly how Mommy could kiss and lick. I even felt Jane put her finger into my poo-poo hole...just like Mommy had done. This was always a “sign” for me to do it to Mommy...only this time I was doing it to Kristen. I put my finger into Kristen’s poo-poo hole as I kissed and licked her “kitty” place. Everything Jane did to me...I did to Kristen. When Jane would twist and turn her finger...I did the same things to Kristen. Just like with Mommy, Jane was making my “kitty” place tingle. I guess Kristen was making Mommy’s “kitty” place tingle to because I heard Mommy moan, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” and she held Kristen’s head tightly. Mommy would always make that sound just before she squirted. Jane crawled up next to Mommy. She opened her legs beside Mommy and said, “Come here, Karen!” Jane’s “kitty” place looked different from my mommy’s. While my mommy’s looked like a big butterfly...Jane’s butterfly wings were smaller and didn’t stick out as much. “Come here and make me happy, sweetheart!” Jane told me. I looked at Mommy and saw her eyes closed, but she still was holding Kristen’s face to her “kitty” place and making the same “fun” sounds she made whenever I kissed her there.

Jane’s “kitty” place was wet and shiny...like my mommy’s would get. Even though I knew all the places to kiss and lick...I let Jane move my head around it. Jane’s “kitty” place had a bump that was a little bigger than my mommy’s. As my lips sucked at it...and my tongue licked...Jane started to moan like my mommy would do. Even though I was doing the same thing to her I would do with Mommy...Jane’s squirt was a lot stronger than my mommy’s. I got a little scared and tried hard to breathe through my nose as Jane’s squirt filled my mouth. Jane was holding my head tighter than Mommy would do and I had to swallow a lot faster than with Mommy. Both of our mommies moaned a lot and then my mommy pulled Kristen up onto her tummy as Jane pulled me up onto hers. Our mommies rolled closer together and squished Kristen and me between them as they kissed each other. We were locked in one big hug. They both made Kristen and I kiss each other’s mouths while the grownups kissed.

I could taste my mommy’s squirt on Kristen’s mouth. We laid there for a long while before Jane got up saying she had to “pee”. When she came back she gave my mommy another glass of wine and we cuddled together. The two mommies “clinked” their glasses together and smiled. Mommy said that we should be “...getting home, now.” Mommy and I got dressed again as Kristen and Jane did also. We went back into the strange box and my tummy felt even funnier than before as we seemed to drop slowly. Just before we got back to the park...Jane leaned over and kissed my mommy.

“Shall we meet next Saturday?” she asked. “We would LOVE to, wouldn’t we Karen?” my mommy said smiling to me. “Uh-huh!” I said...nodding happily. As Mommy and I drove back home...she reminded me once again that this was our “special girls’ day” and we must never share anything about it with Daddy. As always...Mommy and I sealed our promise with a pretty kiss. We met Jane and Kristen many more times...enjoying our time at Jane’s loft. One time there was an older girl named Cindy at the park. She was a “bigger” girl about 14 years old. Mommy and Jane talked to her about “babysitting” and I heard something about an “interview”...whatever THAT is. The interview needed to happen at Jane’s loft. Kristen and I had a lot of fun with Cindy. We even got to put our hands inside her “kitty” place and poo-poo hole...just like we learned to do with Mommy and Jane.

I was a freshman at a local art college when my mommy and daddy died in a car crash. I’m all grown up now and have adopted a precious, little Japanese girl named Tanika. She is only 2 years old and we are at the park. Beside me is a woman named Julie and we are watching her 4-year-old daughter Samantha helping Tanika into a “kiddy” swing.

“I have a loft in town...” I say to Julie softly as I kiss her warm lips.