Pam and Lisa, Part 3

by Honey West

I remember when Lisa and her mom left that amazing day, the way she blew a secret kiss behind Janice’s back, that I had two feelings running through me: one of a strange warm love for that child and the other of pure giddy lust. The things I was going to do to that girl, I promised.

Unfortunately, it didn’t quite turn out that way. One of my resumes came back with a request for an interview and before I knew it I was back in the workforce. Now I was getting home after Janice. No more watching Lisa skip home from the bus-stop, she was usually doing her homework by this time. Bob and I generally came in about the same time. (House rules- first one home starts dinner). And when we did get a chance to see each other it was in the guise of ‘Lisa and Aunt Pam, neighbors’. Bob was always home, Janice was always home, I was always frustrated. I realized just how serendipitous our magic day together had been. I still had regular (and quite good) sex with Bob but this was a different kind of lust and I wanted it. Badly. I was getting a little grouchy about it actually and I didn’t realize but I became snippy with Lisa at one point and, after she went home, thought ‘what in the hell is wrong with me?’

I didn’t see Lisa for a few days until Janice called checking to see if I had some basil I could spare. When the little girl came over to get the spice I saw the hurt look in her eyes that crushed me. I had to be honest. “Oh baby, I just miss you so much.” Her eyes welled up and she grinned at the same time and hugged me. Soon, she said, I promise. Then she kissed me with those tender little lips and I felt my juices flowing. Later, her mom called to ask how I got her out of that blue funk she’d been in the last few days. “She thought I was mad at her and I set that straight,” I said casually. That figures, Janice laughed, Lisa thinks the world of you. I pretty much calmed down after that and bided my time.

Janice and I were becoming buddies. We stopped talking across the fence and started having coffee klatches a couple of times a week, sometimes in her kitchen, sometimes in mine. My husband began calling it our ‘Betty and Wilma’ time. (If he only knew what I wanted to do to Pebbles.) We would basically talk about our jobs and such, but also about Lisa. I assumed myself to be a sort of sociopath as I felt no remorse or guilt at secretly lusting for her little daughter. In fact, I enjoyed these times and appreciated having her as a growing friend. Once, in her kitchen, Lisa quietly appeared at the doorway behind her mother’s back, lifted her shirt and began to fondle her puffy mounds. It was all I could do to maintain composure.

Then came Lisa’s tenth birthday. Janice allowed a small afternoon party in the house that weekend. No more than 5 or 6 friends. Imagine my delight when six giggling preteen girls showed up for cake and music. Between 9 and 10 years of age, they were a lesbian pedophile’s dream. Their jeans all seemed molded to their various lower body shapes; some with tiny butts, some with plumper bubble shapes packed in stretch denim. Most were Lisa’s size, one was a little taller and developing ahead of her time, with small conical mounds that occasionally jiggled to my delight. They all wore the same special leotard tops which were designed to prevent any budding protuberances from showing. This was part of their ‘uniform’ as they were in the same dance class at school. I’d heard that Lisa and them had been practicing a routine for an upcoming school show. Between giggling about presents, boys, teen idols and such, the girls would break out into impromptu dance moves as if it were in their blood to perform. Moving furniture aside, they popped in a CD and gave Janice and I a preview of their work. I was thinking more interpretive dance stuff, you know, ’I am a willow’. Imagine our surprise when the beat started strong and these willows were moving like Britney Spear’s backup dancers. Janice smiled and blushed as they capably strutted their stuff. Girls with boyish chests executing Janet Jackson choreography was, well, sexy. And they were so serious and disciplined to it, we just couldn’t help but clap proudly when they were thru.

Janice had worried that Lisa might have trouble making friends at school as she was so intelligent and grounded for her age. She was doing fine and now actually had a best friend named Keri, who was at the party. The same frame as Lisa, but with a more pronounced backside, she had a lighter complexion. Her lips were small, thin and pouty; her pert nose turned upward slightly, her strawberry hair turned into curls as they reached past her shoulders. She looked like a pre-teen Nicole Kidman. I had mixed feelings about her; torn between perverse desire and, yes, mild jealousy. She was now Lisa’s constant buddy and I wanted but could not get another ‘sick day’ with her. Still, they were good company together and I had to remind myself that I was an adult and should be sensibly understanding and patient, damn it.

When the high kinetic girl talk started to get to us, Janice and I retreated to the kitchen and poured ourselves a few more drinks. I was on my third (or so) rum and coke, what the hell, it was Sunday and Bob was watching his bloody sports, and I was starting to feel a good buzz. Lisa slid in and hugged her Mom and asked if Keri could stay overnight next Friday. “Okay” Janice waved, but no slasher movies! Scenarios of two girls in the same bed flashed through my mind and I started to feel a green-eyed anger burn inside me. Keri was standing at the kitchen entrance, waiting to see what the answer was, but her eyes were on me the whole time. The longer that she looked at me, with her startlingly lovely young face, the more my feelings flipped inside me. Instead of the mean vindictiveness I wanted her to represent, she seemed warm and loving. Damn! I knew the alcohol probably had something to do with it, but my jealousy was quickly turning to an amused envy. Oh to be 9, –er 10, and have this fairy princess for a sleepover!

I excused myself and went to the upstairs bathroom. Before I could close the door, Lisa zipped in. Shutting the door and locking it she turned and eyed me with mock suspicion.

“She likes you.” She accused, folding her arms. “Are you jealous?” I chided, “She’s your friend”. We smiled and kissed like lovers. My arms seemed to wrap twice around her she felt so good. I pushed her back, remembering where we were. Did you tell her about us? I queried, raising an eyebrow. Of course not, she said, slightly insulted that I would ask. ‘That’s OUR secret.’ While we were talking I was rubbing her buns through the denim. I could feel heat. I had to ask, “Have you two…you know?” She blushed. “We’ve kissed some. Would…you be mad if we…” I didn’t know how to answer that. “I miss you so much” was all I could say. We could hear Lisa’s name being called from downstairs. “I told them I was getting something from my room. Shoot, I wanted to watch you pee.” Go, I say. Soon.

Serendipity blessed me that week. Janice called from work on Thursday. Her company had slated a top employee to attend a training seminar on their new office system. This person would then come back and teach everyone else in the office how the system works. An acute case of appendicitis has changed that and, since the session is nonrefundable, the bosses are now asking Janice if she can pinch-hit and go to Cleveland in her place. It’s a week-end seminar. She would have to leave Friday afternoon and would be back late Sunday night. My mind reeled as she wondered if she could impose on me. “God lord, Janice, you HAVE to go. This is a step up! A chance to impress the bosses and pad your resume with training experience. Lisa can stay with us this weekend or I’ll stay with Lisa, but GO.” Bob, being the sports nut that he is, was having some buddies over Friday night to watch the Endings or the Finals or something like that, so I told him I’d be happier watching TV next door and keeping an eye on Lisa. I was giddy from the luck that was coming my way. “What about Keri?” Lisa whispered excitedly, “do you want me to tell her to make it another Friday?” I surprised her when I said “No, have your sleepover.” and left it at that.

Janice left her job at midday and landed in Cleveland hours later. She had a hotel room waiting and the seminar would start early Saturday morning. As I talked to her on the phone I was finishing the minipizza rolls I’d promised for my husband’s game crowd. Yes, Lisa’s fine. Keri was just dropped off by her parents a little while ago. She’s brought an overnight bag and the latest Backstreet Girls CD (or somebody like that). As soon as these guys start whoopin’ and hollerin’ I’m going over to watch movies with them. No, not slasher movies. Stop worrying. Have fun. See if there’s a karaoke bar in the lounge. Sleep tight.

I saw the pizza guy delivering to the girls next door as the night was setting in. I freshened up and sat with the boys for a while. (I tend to bitch about being a ‘sports widow’ but after seeing, during my unemployment, what passes for ‘men’ on soap operas and Jerry Springer-type shows, maybe this one vice isn’t so bad.) I felt pretty. I put on a little light make-up and a dab of perfume under my top. I caught a couple of admiring-but-within-bounds smiles from the guys and knew I had fed Bob’s ego. It’s amazing how anticipation can make you glow. After what seemed like a lengthy amount of time, I excused myself to go babysit and, kissing Bob, went out the back door. Now mind you, I had no direct plan for this night. I figured on several possible scenarios occurring: One, the girls have a more-or-less innocent sleepover, complete with giggling, boy talk and experimental kissing. Oh well. Two, Lisa and Keri do more than kiss in the privacy of the bedroom. I then fully intend to have Lisa recount every detail to me later for my vicarious (and masturbatory) pleasure. Three, they do more than kiss and somehow I get to peek in or listen. A fainter possibility, I concede. I did not expect to be personally involved as I felt that was risky. It was, of course, a thought that couldn’t completely have vanished from my mind. At the least I knew that, regardless, little Lisa was mine to nibble on the rest of the weekend.

I stepped lightly to Janice’s back door. Quietly using the key (The number one rule was for all doors to be locked) I entered the kitchen, slipped off my shoes and slinked to the hallway. I needn’t have been so stealthy, the stereo was loudly playing a disco-like beat and the girls were reusing their dance moves to the new song. The couch and coffee table were again pushed back to clear an area and the two were in perfect choreography. I silently watched from the hallway. They both had their pajama bottoms on, loose sweatpants- styles that accented their backsides and dropped gracefully off of their round globes. The tops were half-shirts which exposed their flat midriffs and belly buttons. Keri had the faintest of hips developing. Their backs were to me as they did a shimmying motion that caused their butts to jiggle and my heart to jump. They ended on cue to an abrupt stop and laughed. When Keri bent down to grab her soda, Lisa spotted me. She gave me a silence sign and motioned me out of sight and I ducked to the side of the entrance. A ballad was the next cut on the album and I heard nothing but the soft music and my pounding chest. This was exciting to me. I waited a moment and dared to peek around. The girls were slow-dancing. At first the kind of coupling that you do when the boys are too shy or too cool to dance and the girls choose each other as partners, but soon they begin to hold each other closer, more intimately, like you’d WANT the boy to hold you. Keri’s face is tucked in Lisa’s neck and my girl holds her firmly as their hips begin to sway to the music. She smiles at me as she lowers her hand to her best friend’s bottom. I gulp as she stops it at the small of her back, then caresses the upper part of her buns. Keri jerks her head up and looks into Lisa’s eyes. I cannot see her expression as I have to keep ducking whenever she circles my way. Lisa has been doing her best to avoid this. but you can’t slowdance without some circling. When I look back they are kissing. Tenderly, in a young way, softly, then with courage. I hear a soft smacking sound that makes me reach for my nipple. I see their mouths half open and two tongues come out and gently taste each other. They break into giggles and I duck back.

“You’re baad!” I heard Keri say with laugh.

“Did you like it?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah,” she answered shyly.

“Wanna do more?”

“Yah,” She answered shyly.

I was glad I wore my long skirt tonight. It was light and easy to lift. My finger found my soaking wet panties and touched my clit through the fabric. I held it there and let it shoot sparks thru me as I waited for a new sound to come out of the living room. There was a moan and then –“Wait!” Keri said, “I have to go!” I heard her run to the downstairs bathroom and when the door closed I entered the room to find Lisa on the couch with a flushed look on her face. I knelt down to her. She had to pee, she whispered, giggling. Then her face turned business-like, it was so cute. “What do we do now?”

“Oh looks like you’re doing fine. I’m just an observer, remember? Just remember it’s me you love.” And with that I reached under her top and fondled her soft flesh. I kneaded her spongy nipple and she leaned over and kissed me. Now our ears were waiting for the sound of the toilet to flush. That would be the signal for me to hightail it back to my hiding position. Imagine our shock when we broke our kiss and found Keri standing there. Her mouth was open in dumb surprise and she was holding a small cardboard tube in her hand.

“You’re out of toilet paper.” she quietly announced.

End of part three