Pam and Lisa, Part 1

by Honey West

I couldn’t how hard my heart was pounding in my chest. I was keeping watch out of my kitchen window anticipating a day I had not before imagined would happen.

I guess I’d better explain who I am. My name is Pam. Just recently my company closed down and left a slew of us unemployed. My husband, bless him, told me to relax, take my time and find a job I like and enjoy being a ‘housewife’ while I could. And I have. When not posting resumes on the ‘net, I enjoy the solitude of the day at home, watch old movies and do my Pilates. I am in my mid-thirties and in pretty good shape if I don’t mind saying so. I enjoy a fairly good sex routine with Bob (my hubby) and have nothing to complain about.

Recently I acquired new next-door neighbors. Janice and her young daughter Lisa, who was nine. A divorced mom, Janice seemed very nice and we exchanged the usual ‘hi neighbor’ pleasantries but she worked a good deal of the time so we really didn’t get to know each other that well. Lisa, on the other hand, was very forward and outgoing and had recently been finding things to converse about with me whenever I had reason to be in the back yard. She surprised me by seeming very intelligent and grounded for her age. She was also lovely. No, heck, let’s face it, she was something more than that: she was actually TASTY looking. She looked a little like the Beta child in that My Girl movie and she favored the hip-hugger jeans when she hadn’t really gotten hips yet. Her hair was long and straight like a Brady girl and I began to watch her move about the neighborhood.

Understand that up to this time I had not entertained lesbian thoughts about a woman much less a child. And yet I found myself becoming increasingly aware of Lisa’s presence in the area and would stop what I was doing to watch her walk to the bus stop or come home from school. I told myself to stop thinking this nonsense and would feel a pang of guilt when I chatted those few times with her mother. When she sent Lisa over one day to borrow a pie plate I remember actually turning moist in my pussy as she bent over to tie her shoelace. Her backside just looked so good in those jeans. Mind you it wasn’t all my doing; I noticed her tendency to look at my breasts as we talked. I should say that while I’m no Dolly Parton, I do have rather full breasts for someone of my athletic build. They seem to be obvious even when I wear a loose sweater, full and firm, Bob calls them perfect, the dear. As I was leaning over getting the plate out of the bottom shelf, I looked over and saw her eyes on my boobs as they pulled toward gravity. This time instead of looking away quickly, as she tended to do, she looked at my eyes and smiled. Lord, I felt myself gush and could suddenly detect the scent of aroused pussy. My pussy! I handed her the plate and told her to tell her mom to keep it as long as she needed but I could see her nostril flare slightly and she smiled again and blushed and turned that little body and left. When the door closed I let my breath out and pushed my hand into my pants to feel how wet I was. I was soaked! What was wrong with me?! I enjoy sex with Bob but I hadn’t been this aroused since … well, I don’t know when. And by ‘aroused’ I mean putting out this fragrance that I’d forgotten about. I brought my fingers to my nose to inhale this ‘perfume’ (as I use to think of it) that I’d emanate when I was truly excited. Even Bob mentioned the scent that night as we made love and, boy, did we make love; only as we did it,it was the thought of my running my hands over Lisa’s smooth-denimed backside that had me cumming.

After that day I really became distracted. After sending out resumes I would cruise the porn websites looking for stories about young girls. With a site that featured pencil drawings of young girls with hairless slits I would strip naked and frig myself to numerous orgasms. And, of course, I would look out of my second floor bedroom window, hiding behind the curtain,and watch little Lisa walk home from the bus stop. Only now she looks at my house as she walks by.

So yesterday I’m cooking dinner, waiting for Bob to get home from work, when Lisa comes over to return the pie plate. O.K, I think, this time keep your cool. We talk for a bit and she asks if I would like to buy some cookies for her school band’s field trip. Sure, I say and we sit at the kitchen table so I can write a check for a few boxes. It is then as I’m quietly writing that I feel a great tension in the air between us. A great sexual tension. She is sitting right next to me and I swear I can feel her body heat. Or is it just the oven? I stop and look at her and I see that this poor child is shivering. Are you okay?, I ask, what’s wrong? She stands and takes a step toward me. In the chair I am looking right at her blouse and I suddenly want to know what her nipples look like. She moves closer to me and puts her small hand to my face and leans over and kisses me. I have not moved as I feel I am in a trance. Her lips are cool and soft. She moves back a bit and , encouraged by my inaction, kisses me again, only longer and I am kissing back. I remember moaning and I realized that she was now putting her hand on my right breast. I let her feel the nipple through my sweater and she quietly gasped when it popped out like a meat thermometer. My nipples become like pencil erasers when excited and just as hard. We both moaned when she kneaded it thru the material. Oh my god, I thought, I’m going to get to touch this young child! My hand came up, touched her shoulder and started to run down her back when---

The sound of Bob’s car pulling up the driveway broke our trance and I began to feel panicky. Oh, god, what just happened?! How do I look at this girl? Am I going to jail? This moment of fear was quelled when Lisa took her little hand to my chin and said ‘relax. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Then as Bob entered Lisa was thanking me for buying the cookies and if I knew of anyone else who would like to buy some please let her know oh and mom says thanks for the pie plate her friends really loved the pie and maybe she’ll make a pie someday ‘cause she’s starting a Home Ec. class next week and yadda yadda. I was just marveling at how cool and composed she was considering she was just feeling me up a minute ago. I wasn’t sure what to make of this ‘performance’, but as I thought about it more at least I was relieved to know that she could keep her cool and, I guess, her discretion. After she left Bob chuckled at ‘what a handful she must be’ but I silently lamented the fact that I didn’t get to find out.

The next morning I was still a little shaky as the thought of Lisa’s small fingers rolling my stiff nipple kept playing in my head. After Bob left for work I watched what was now a pretty standard routine: Janice would kiss her daughter goodbye in their driveway and drive off to work and Lisa would walk down the street to the school bus stop with her backpack on.

I drank my coffee for a while and just looked at other houses in my neighborhood and wondered if anyone else in the world was going thru an obsession like mine. Suddenly my heart stopped. Lisa was walking back from the bus stop! Is she coming here? No, looking straight ahead, she went to her home. After she went inside, I found myself wondering: is this what she meant by ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’? She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she go over there? Is her Mom coming back? Why didn’t she look at me? Why doesn’t she come over? Why am I thinking this?! Stop it! Here I am, a 34-year old woman lusting after a nine year old girl. She doesn’t even have tits yet. She most certainly doesn’t have hair on her pussy yet—Ohh, that didn’t help my argument with mywindow. Time to take a cold shower. I’ll leave the door unlocked.

When I got out of the shower, the phone rang. I leaped to it. It was Janice! She had just gotten a call from her daughter. Lisa wasn’t feeling well the night before and did not get on the bus this morning because she started to feel bad again. Probably just a virus or something but there was no way Janice could leave work and she would feel less concerned if I could be a doll and check on her every once in a while to make sure she’s okay. Damn, I thought, this girl’s good! I’ll do even better, I say, have Lisa come over here and she can rest on the couch and watch TV while I work on my computer. I’d love the company and you’ll be more reassured. Great, she said. You are an angel.

So here I am, the Angel, waiting with shaky legs to see what happens next. Then I think: What if she really is sick? That notion is dispelled when I see Lisa hop over the backyard fence and run to the back door.

We stand and look at each other in the kitchen. I, wearing slacks and an old soft sweater, she, wearing a thin turtleneck and those hip-hugger jeans I first saw her in. It’s like we are taking a moment to look at the situation in front of us: a grown woman and a little girl, plain and simple. She looks at my breasts which I realize are now heaving up and down. She then breathes in deeply and it is then that I am aware that my scent has filled the room. She walks over to me so that her face is in line with my boobs. My mouth is suddenly dry. She is eyeing my tits and I’d swear her mouth is watering. She looks down at her flat chest, gives me a ‘gee this is all I’ve got’ look and then smiles. She pulls her shirttail out of her jeans and says ‘go ahead’. I almost sob as I drop to my knees and slide my hands up her shirt. I can’t explain it. Just feeling her smooth flat stomach had me wet as a fountain. I reach her nipples and gush some more. Just a hint of boobies coming in and the buds feel alive as I brush my fingers across them. I look at Lisa and her mouth is open and her eyes closed. She is pushing her body forward into my cushiony breasts. I begin to run my hands all around her front and back feeling the shirt lift as I progressed. Suddenly she stops me. Let’s go upstairs. We run, giggling like old school chums.

We go to the bedroom and close the door. Our king-size bed was situated close to the large front window. The day was light gray outside and with only the sheer curtain drawn everything looks perfect. The diffused lighting meant that no shadows, nothing would be obscured from my sight. Again we look at each other in anticipation and I swear I can hear both our hearts pounding. I jump onto the bed like a kid and she follows, kicking off her shoes. She looks at me with half-pleading eyes. I know what she wants. I pull my sweater over my head revealing a bra designed to show cleavage. Now I swear the scent I smell could be hers. Your turn, I say. She takes off her shirt and I see two of the loveliest ‘puffies’ in the world; like little pink Hershey kisses. I can’t help it I just lean forward and take one in my mouth and begin to suckle, tweaking the other one as I do. I wrap my arms around her small body and pull her snug close to me as I continue to roll her bud around with my tongue. She moans as her body presses against my boobies. Finally I break away to explore the rest of her (I can’t wait) but she reminds me ‘my turn’. She then begins to feel me up (for want of a better term), running her hands over the bra, getting my nipples to strain thru the fabric, and then unsnapping the front clasp. I was never more proud of my tits that day, hanging firmly, jutting outward, nipples erect. The little girl just dives right in sucking and kneading and licking, stopping on occasion to just to tip her finger on the end of my nipple, she was that fascinated by them. Fine, I thought, while she’s occupied there I’ll just keep busy mywindow. I began to feel up and down her jeans, caressing her backside and rubbing between her legs. I was in heaven. I grab her small tight buttocks and knew that if I didn’t get to see her pussy and her asshole soon I would explode. I unsnap her front, leap off the bed and grab the bottom of her trouser legs , yanking them off. She giggled and managed to pull back up her pink (pink!) panties that had started to go with the jeans. She playfully rolled over on her stomach and started to crawl to the other end of the bed but I grabbed her legs and there I am, staring at her pink-pantied ass. I bring my face right to where her asshole should be and press my face in, blowing warm air thru the panty fabric. She squeals then sighs as the humid air flows through her crevice. I feel myself getting giddy as I pull the panty down over her smooth fresh ass. Her cheeks clench for a moment as I lower the panties to her thighs. I run my hand gently over her baby skin as she lays quietly. Yes, she has a scent. A perfume, actually. Her legs still close together, I couldn’t see her pussy yet but I knew what I wanted to do. Still caressing her ass, I move down to pull her cheeks apart revealing her cute little asshole. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew what mine looked like from a time I checked it out with a mirror; pinkish-brown with a wrinkly look. But Lisa’s was just a clean little button-hole with smooth skin all around it. Instinctively I bend down and kissed it. She clenches away, perhaps surprised by the move. I slide one arm under her pelvic bone and gently pull up , pushing her ass higher. I then take the other hand and pull one cheek apart and, stopping to sniff the freshness she had, begin to kiss and lick her asshole. This was paradise. It’s mid-morning and I’m upstairs in the bedroom with with my tongue inside a nine-year-old girl’s asshole! And Lisa is loving it too. She brings her hand underneath her to play with herself so I move mine away. She pushes her bottom up in the air leaving me full access to her charms. I pushed my tongue in deep and, holding it there, wiggle the very tip around. This drives her wild! I could stay there for days if not for my tongue slipping down and getting a taste of her pussy. Talk about nectar! I am almost literally drinking in her pussy juices when she flips herself onto her back, kicks the panties the rest of the way off and rests on her shoulders. She has an excited, glazed look and a reddish flush has spread across her soft chest. ‘My turn’.

I keep staring at her bare slit and want to nose-dive right down to it. But fair is fair, I smile. I stand up and peel off my slacks. As I start to take off my panties, she stops me, insisting that was her job. (After all, you did mine, she says) She starts feeling every nook and cranny thru the panties regardless of how wet they are and I lay back on a mound of pillows as she does it, stroking her hair. When her hand runs inside the front and finds a patch of pubic hair she giggles excitedly. I had pondered whether to shave down there or not and settled for trimming the bush down to about a half-inch. Not bald but not an ‘afro’ either. Her finger slides down the wet slit and begins circling the entrance. Suddenly I am panting hard and begin bucking on her hand. I grab her finger and mash it into my cunt as I explode in a wailing orgasm, my body convulsing about on the bed. I didn’t realize I was in such a state and was not thinking about cumming so soon so this really took me by surprise. When I have calmed down I look to see Lisa smiling at me and sucking my juices off of her fingers. Goodness! Where did this young thing learn all this? It didn’t matter at the moment. With surprising strength, I reach out and lift her over me so that her hairless slit is right over my mouth. I separate her slit and find her clit peeping out at me. I pull her bare honeypot right to my mouth and do not stop until she comes twice, each time flooding my mouth with sweet girl juice. Then she turns around and falls into a sixty-nine position and we stay in that position for a good part of an hour, taking turns cumming into each others faces. I couldn’t believe how wet my face stays during that time. I couldn’t believe how many times this child could cum! Finally, exhausted, we lay back each others arms, Lisa suckling on my nipple like a resting infant. I feel extreme hunger pangs and figure it must be late. To my shock it was only one in the afternoon.

End of part one