My Times With Chloe, Part Two — 1972

by Honey West

“Oh you brats are in the shithouse now!” the woman’s voice called from down below. Chloe and I panicked as we rushed in the dark to get our clothes on. Chloe wheeled around and hit her head on the side of the medicine cabinet and I couldn’t get my jeans to slide on fast enough. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Chloe muttered as she held the side of her head in pain and tried to tie the straps of her halter top at the same time.

“Answer me up there!” said the voice.

I tugged my pants up and went to reach for my shirt when I fell over. “Chloe!” I whispered hoarsely, “I can’t walk!”

“You got your jeans on backwards, you dummy!” Chloe zipped hers up and stumbled to the entrance and peered down.

“Ummm… Oh hi! Mrs. Robinson. I was just checking around up here for Tommy. Y’know, to make sure no one was playing around up here.”

“Yeah, right,” I heard Mrs. Robinson say and Chloe scampered back to side.

“Shit! She’s coming up!”

“What?” I squeaked incredulously, “She can do that?!”

“Mom’s gonna send me to catholic school. I just know it.”

“She can’t climb up here! She’s Tommy’s grandmother, right?” Chloe just looked at me as if I had said something stupid. I didn’t think it was stupid. The only other grandmother I’d known besides mine was little Kevin Jackson’s at the last naval base Dad was stationed at and both women were the classic ‘grandmother’ look: white-haired old ladies with shapeless form, saggy breasts and flowery dresses who smelled funny and insisted on pinching your cheeks—like the old lady who carried Tweety Bird around in those Warner Bros. cartoons. At least that’s the image I’d gotten when Chloe used the words ‘Tommy’s grandmother’. Not my idea of a tree-climber, that’s for sure.

And yet there she was sticking her head in the doorway and trying to peer into the shadows.

Her voice was calm but stern. “Quit fooling around and light one of those candles. Now.” I heard Chloe fumble and try to strike a match but her shaking hands got in the way.

“Now,” Mrs. Robinson repeated. The room was relit and Chloe sat back down next to me, two girls who knew we had been busted. Mrs. Robinson stood on the top slats of the ladder and, elbows on the floor, crooked her hand under her chin and eyed us with no expression. Even though I could only see her head and shoulders this was not the traditional ‘grandmother’ I was expecting. Her face was long and, well, mature but in an attractive way. In later years when I looked at a photo of her I realized that she looked like an older, heftier Susan Sarandon but with a Jane Fonda-Klute style haircut with salt and pepper coloring. She looked around the room; at us, at the footlocker, at the sleeping bag in the middle of the floor, then back at us.

Without a word she climbed the rest of the way in and sat across from us. She was wearing a peasant blouse, beads, sandals and a flimsy maxi-dress. Very hippish. She smiled at us in a warm fashion.

“Who’s your friend, Chloe?”

“Janice Smith,” Chloe lied quickly.

“Ah.” Mrs. Robinson nodded and then sniffed the air. “Gawd, it smells like pot in here—and cunt.” We froze at these words, not only because of the implications but the frank language that came out of this adult. She pulled a cigarette out of nowhere and lit it. “So. Watcha kids been doing?”

“Oh,” Chloe tried to sound casual, “just talking and, y’know, stuff.”

“Ah,” she said again, blowing smoke out the treehouse entrance, “Therese and Isabelle stuff, huh?” We didn’t get the reference. “You two have been playing girl-girl games, haven’t you?”

“No!” I blurted.

“No? Child I was listening to you two from below. You weren’t that quiet.”

Chloe stayed calm. “Are you going to tell my folks?”

The woman took another drag and looked us over. Two eleven-year-old girls huddled together scared at being denounced before family and friends. At the mercy of this overaged hippie. I knew that no matter how we tried to explain it, Dad would not look at me the same way again and I did not like the thought. Mrs. Robinson was staring straight into my soul. “What’s your real name, child?” I didn’t answer.

She continued staring as if she was making up her mind. “Right. Okay, girls, Treehouse Time is over. March down this tree and into the kitchen. Backdoor’s unlocked.” She put out her cigarette and started rolling the sleeping bag. “Move it!”

We climbed down the tree and walked to the house. Tommy’s grandmother was still in the fort.

“Quick!” Chloe whispered, “Take off! She doesn’t know who you are. I’ll cover.”

“No. I won’t leave you. Jeez, who is she anyway?”

“I told you. That’s Tommy’s grand—”

“No I mean WHAT is she? She sure isn’t your typical granny.”

“Tommy says she acts like she’s fourteen or something. She’s been to protests and marches and Woodstock and dates hippies and bikers and stuff. Tommy says his folks get embarrassed about her but he likes her cause she’s a lot of fun when she visits.”

“No kidding. She was at Woodstock?”

Mrs. Robinson was suddenly right behind them. “Are you kidding, kids? Who do you think was passing out all the brown acid?”

We didn’t get the joke and followed her into the house. We were greeted by Gretchen, the family dog and Mrs. Robinson offered us some cokes. We dutifully followed her through a fine early-american living room and up the stairs.

“This is Tommy’s room, but it’s the only place I can get comfortable in when I’m in town.” She turned on the lights to what seemed to be a head shop; the closet door was replaced by hanging beads and the walls were almost totally covered by black-light posters. She turned on a lava lamp in the corner and sat on Tommy’s bed motioning for us to sit on the rug. In the light I got a better view of this strange woman. She now seemed older and had a little more weight to her but none of it seemed unappealing. It occurred to me that if I become a grandmother I would like to look as good as her. Her breasts were full and round and possibly saggy but her peasant top contained them nicely. Her hair showed a little moist matting on the side I had not noticed before. She touched it and smirked, “Somebody peed on me.” Chloe bowed her head a bit.

The woman then pulled another smoke from out of nowhere and we realized that it was a joint.

“Isn’t that Tommy’s pot?” Chloe asked then regretted saying it.

“No,” she answered, “the stuff in the baggie is Tommy’s. The joints belonged to me. Sort of a finders fee for getting the pot.” She lit the stick and inhaled deeply, and exhaled. “Now,” she looked down at our faces, “Let’s get some bad vibes out of the way. No, I’m not going to tell your parents or anyone else about what you two were doing upstairs. This is an age of free love and that extends to everybody. In my day we called it ‘experimenting’ and I don’t think it does any harm. Does that sound groovy to you? Good. Now,” she took another toke while before continuing, “this puts us in an interesting stalemate. You can’t tell on me without telling on yourselves.”

Chloe, relieved that our ‘experimentation’ would be kept secret, piped up. “Oh, we wouldn’t tell anybody about your pot smoking, Mrs. Robinson. Honest.”

The woman smiled. “First off, call me Rose. It’s short for Rosalyn. And I’m not talking about smoking some grass. After all, you did that as well.”

Chloe and I exchanged questioning glances. Mrs. Robinson, that is, Rose, continued.

“You see I was listening to you two in the treehouse. When the night breeze stilled I could hear those yummy wet sounds two bodies can make and when each of you came, well, you weren’t that quiet. It reminded me of my younger days listening to those sounds. So I wondered if you two little birds would like to continue what you’d started …only …with me as well.”

I realized my mouth was open. I looked at Chloe to see the same look on her face. Or maybe not. Her expression was of surprise but I also saw a hint of consideration to the idea. I panicked and spoke up.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Rob—Rose! I…think I have to get home soon. It’s getting late and all.” I stood up and felt myself regretting this action. Rose maintained her relaxed confident pose and she seemed to ooze sexuality as she sat there. Chloe stood with me but said nothing. I wasn’t sure how to make a graceful exit.

“It’s okay, Janice. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh I’m not scared! I mean…” Suddenly I didn’t want her to think badly of me. “My name’s Anna. Not Janice. Anna.”

She smiled. “Nice to meet you, Anna. Anyway, it’s like I said: a polite stalemate. You can’t tell anyone that I propositioned you without telling on yourselves, and vice-versa. Are we hip on this? Good. Well, I suppose I should take a shower now,” she grinned warmly. “Somebody peed on me, y’know.”

Chloe and I went downstairs and she stopped me at the front door. “What a night, huh? What time do you hafta be home?”

“I’m supposed to be in by eleven but Dad’s on duty tonight. If you wanna—”

“Anna, look. I know this sounds crazy but think about it. She could teach us things! Even more than we’ve learned already, doncha see?”

“Eeww, Chloe! She’s…well she’s old! She must be—”

“Doesn’t she look GREAT? And her boobs! They must be three times bigger than mine. Don’t you wanna…?”

Actually I did I just didn’t want to admit it. I had always thought of older people as someone I didn’t want to be around. But this woman who was older than my dad exuded warmth and intimacy. Now I not only wanted to be with this Rose I wanted to smother my face in her breasts. I looked at Chloe for a long moment and then we linked our pinkies together.

We then went into battle mode. Chloe ran out of the house to her home which was a block away. She would grab her overnight bag and 45’s and say she was staying with me at my house for a sleepover. We had only had Friday night sleepovers a couple of times recently but now we knew we would make the best of them from here on. However, this time she would come back to the Robinson’s house before Rose got out of the shower. I, on the other hand, would stay here and phone Dad on the base to ask permission for Chloe to stay with me tonight. I knew Dad would prefer that I not be alone on his duty nights and welcomed Chloe’s company. That done, I waited with quiet anticipation in that staid but well-kept living room. My pulse was racing with the speed of things. It was just a half an hour earlier that Chloe and I were naked in a tree house together and now here I was about to see an older woman’s treasures. I knew I was still somewhat stoned and felt something was gnawing inside of me. Was it desire? I wanted something I knew was naughty and sinful and I suddenly wanted to go up the stairs by myself, with no fear, only curious lust. Then I heard the shower water turn off and my heart stopped beating. What do I do? Should I go up and tell her we’ve changed our minds or should I wait for Chloe? She would be drying herself off. All naked. Maybe now would be a good time—

Suddenly Rose came prancing down the stairs and I froze where I stood as she breezed by me toward the front door. She was wearing a towel around her and nothing else. Her breasts bulged over the knotted wrap and jiggled as she walked. As she checked the lock, now aware of my presence, she turned and smiled. “Hi.” She gave me a strange look. “And where’s Chloe?”

“She..she’ll be here soon. We, umm…”

“Changed your minds? I’m glad.” She motioned me to the sofa and sat down with me. Her arm slid around me and she felt warm. Shower warm. “You understand how important it is that we are very discreet here. We could all get in big trouble and me especially, you understand?”

I looked right in her eyes and told her solemnly that I understood. She grinned and told me not to be so serious. Sex should be fun. Here watch, she said and shook her shoulders so her breasts jiggled again. I did a silent giggle and she touched my chest to see my reaction. I felt brave and pushed my little titties out for her to rub through my t-shirt. “Oh yes,” she purred as she circled my nipples with her palms. She pulled on one with three fingers and I felt it grow with her gentle grip. Her other hand gripped my lemon-sized tit and she kneaded it with loving care. I wanted to lean forward into her expansive flesh, to plunge my face into her milky soft cleavage. “Go on,” she encouraged. “Have a feel.” I placed my hand just under her chin and traced down over her freckled whiteness, stopping at the edge of the towel. She made a move to undo the knot which held it when the knock at the door caused me to shriek in surprise.

Chloe was panting when we let her in. She’d ran both to the house and back. “Mom says hi and she gave some of these.” She started to reach into her knapsack when she turned and saw Rose in her towel. “So, how much time have we got?” ‘Ummm’ was all Chloe could say at that moment. I told her that we had to be home by midnight. Dad usually called about that time to make sure we weren’t watching Creature Feature again. “Mmm, two hours. Okay, shall we go upstairs?” the older woman smiled and as she ascended we could catch a glimpse of her butt cheeks from under the towel. Chloe looked at me with eyes as wide as saucers and we held hands nervously as we followed.

We closed the door to Tommy’s room. Rose lit some incense and popped in an 8-track and Roberta Flack began strumming our faces. The three of stood for a moment not knowing how to start. “Where shall we begin?” Rose asked and I answered by bravely undoing that knot and letting her towel drop to the floor. I knew what they meant by ‘buxom’ after that. She had a touch of flab around her tummy and what would later be called cellulite on her upper thighs but on the whole this granny was exquisite. She was simply a thicker version of the ideal woman and her bountiful breasts didn’t sag but fell with the gravity they demanded. Her nipples were dollar-sized and crinkly with a definitive button on the tip of each. She had a triangle of thick wavy brown hair that hid her pussy lips. She stood, hands on hips and legs spread apart proudly, and let us explore her with our eyes. “That was you, Anna. Now, Chloe, your turn. What would you like for us to do next?”

Chloe seemed in a trance state at the sight of naked Rose. I’d thought there was a trace of perspiration on her upper lip. The words that came out of her were not what I had expected. “I would like to kiss you, please.” Rose sat back on the bed and brought Chloe’s flushed face to hers and they kissed. Softly at first, just tasting their lips. Then with more passion. I saw the pinkness of a tongue snake between them and I touched myself through my pants, finding the crotch area damp. Rose broke the kiss and held Chloe at arms length. “My turn. Anna, undress this girl. I want to watch you undress each other.” We did so while Rose stroked her breasts lovingly. This was definitely different from a dark candle-lit room and Chloe’s body was fascinating to uncover. At Rose’s instructions I pulled down my friend’s jeans from behind and looked upon her rounded cheeks so close that I wanted to pull them apart to view her inner secret. There was a distinct smell of pussy in the room and my nose was dying to locate all the sources. Then Rose leaned forward and pulled my shirt over my head as Chloe, giggling, jerked my pants off. The elderly woman cooed at my nearly hairless pussy and actually licked her lips. “You’ll have to pardon me, children,” she drawled as she pulled us both onto the bed, “but it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to play with young bodies like yours. Come up here, Anna, and let me smell your pussy. Chloe, you’ve been dying to feel my boobs. Go ahead.” I rushed to Rose, anxious for her to inspect my cunny. She touched it and instantly drew slick fluid onto her finger which she sniffed and drew into her mouth moaning as if she’d just had her favorite candy. Chloe began kneading her huge breasts, squeezing them firmly then lifting them and letting them drop. “Gently now,” Rose chided as she worked her free hand in between my girlfriend’s legs and invaded her cunt bringing forth a strong rush of pussy perfume that inspired us all. Chloe and I squatted on her hands as her fingers circled around expertly inside of us. She was doing a great job and I could feel myself building to a climax as I rubbed my wet pussy on her palm. I looked at Chloe’s glazed eyes and loved that she was in the same state of heaven as I. “Kiss her,” Rose hissed softly. I did and our mouths melted together. We were two naked eleven-year-old girls and one nude fifty-ish woman on a single size bed but the clumsy closeness was delightful to us. In our squatting positions, Chloe and I could run our hands over Rose’s fleshy surface and probe her with abandon. Chloe moved her hand to the grandmother’s thick pubic hair but the two fingers inside her caused her to halt and moan out loud, concentrating on new sensations. I took the opportunity to take her place and found her bush was slippery wet. I could feel her thick outer lips unfold and spread at my touch and I knew that I had to put my mouth there soon. I felt my hand glide across the soaking crack and could hear a squishing sound as I diddled her. Just then, Rose slipped one of her two fingers out of my pussy and slid it across my asshole which, in my position, was at its most open. I gasped as she patted my rosebud with the flat of her digit and stroked the rim. During my masturbation sessions I had only mildly considered the erogenous possibilities that my anus could pose but suddenly I felt electricity shooting through me as she gently pushed against the opening, causing it to give slightly. I looked at Chloe and her flushed, perspiring face and realized the same thing was happening to her. We gazed at each other, panting and gasping, silently daring the other to come first. Chloe reached up and pulled my nipple outward and the sensation started me on the point of no return. Rose was grinning lewdly at me and I began to hump her hand unabashedly. I felt the swirl of an orgasm welling from deep inside and, not conceding defeat yet, pulled my hand from Rose’s hairy slit and held the glistening fingers in front of Chloe. As I held them to Chloe’s nose she began to moan. When I put them in my mouth she began to moan more loudly. Her taste was different from Chloe’s, more sharper and tart. I quickly dipped back for more and Chloe’s body began to shake. Rose’s fingers continued her magic and Chloe and I never broke eye contact. This time I brought the slickened fingers to Chloe’s mouth and she latched onto them and sucked greedily. That did it. I watched Chloe’s young pre-teen face contort, straining to see me come first but a howl broke out of her and her body began convulsing and when she came so did I. It was incredible. If it wasn’t for the fact that our eyes were rolling back into our heads I could say that we never took our eyes off each other. We both fell back and, being on a single bed, I almost fell off but Rose caught me.

When the room finally stopped spinning I became aware of those squishing sounds again. Our hostess was rubbing her cunt vigorously and had started to orgasm as we sat up. I watched with delight as her tits jiggled and her body shuddered violently. As she came her legs shot out and her back arched and, Chloe told me later, her toes curled. We felt like we had neglected her but she shushed us. “Oh my god,” she breathed heavily, “that was one of the best sights I’ve seen in years. And I’ve seen a lot.” We fell into a collective heap on the bed, we young ones enjoying the softness of Rose’s cushiony body.

“Anna, dear, be a doll and run to the kitchen. You’ll find some cokes in the fridge. Don’t forget the bottle opener,” Chloe added, “And bring my knapsack. There are cookies in it. Chocolate chip.” It was a small thrill prancing through a strange house with no clothes on.

When I returned, bottles clinking, I was greeted by the sight of Chloe on the bed on her hands and knees and Rose behind her with her hands on her ass cheeks. Chloe’s little titties had a slight hang to them and I wanted so much to hold them in my palms. “Put those cokes down, child, and come here. I think you should watch this.” I snuggled next to the woman’s heat-radiating body and watched as she pulled Chloe’s buns apart and revealed her tiny star-shaped asshole. I was in awe as I saw the little button flex and pucker when Rose blew gently on it. She touched it and it puckered again. I put my finger on it and felt a soft moistness. Chloe’s behind wiggled impatiently as we explored. “Come on, Rose, you said you’d do it.”

“Do what?” I asked.

Rose grinned. “This,” and she lowered her face in between Chloe’s cheeks and kissed her pink, crinkled opening. “Oooh,” murmured Chloe and I saw Rose’s tongue poke and swab her asshole until it glistened with saliva. My girlfriend’s pussy was dripping as the seasoned tongue played all sorts of games with her bum. She stopped to ask me what I thought of it and I offered to try.

“Very good,” said the woman as she lowered her bedroom eyes at me, “but you know what I would like? The same thing.” I saw the look of true need in her eyes and wanted so badly to please her. I smiled, nodded and moved to Chloe’s face and kissed her. “I’m going to lick her behind, Chloe, and later I’m going to do that to you too.”

“Ooooh,” she repeated.

I scampered behind Rose, who pushed her butt into the air. Her bushy cunt smell pungent yet sweet and the difference between Chloe’s eleven-year-old ass and this mature one was, well, far out. Her fleshy cheeks had freckles like her chest and I fought this strange urge to nibble on her buns. I saw her brown asshole wink at me and I pulled her globes apart for a better view. Her button had a more pronounced rim than Chloe’s and was a little more wrinkled. An aura of brown skin surrounded the pink middle and almost invisible strands of hair became apparent. I didn’t hesitate. My nose pressed against the opening and I inhaled her earthy mix of musk and pussy. I heard her moan at the touch and I touched the center with my pointed tongue. When I felt the hole contract on me I was hooked. I started doing everything I had seen Rose do to Chloe and I was loving it. Soon my tongue was dipping down into her cunt and I alternated my attention back and forth. I could hear the woman making muffled animal sounds and Chloe was benefiting from it as well. Soon I was lapping the juices from her honeypot as I pushed a finger into her asshole. Without trying it slid up to the first knuckle. When she came I could feel her orifice grip me and my mouth was flooded with her flavorful fluids.

We crammed as much as we could in those few hours and could have continued for the whole night if Rose hadn’t of stopped us and reminded us that there could be trouble if we didn’t get home in time. I didn’t want to leave her warm body but she said she was exhausted and was not young anymore. She was leaving for Amsterdam next week to check out the scene but promised to set up time for us on her next visit back. She made us leave the cookies.

When Chloe and I got to my house the phone was ringing and Dad was furious. Where had we been? I told him about Tommy cutting off his finger and how we got stuck at his house talking to his grandmother and that seem to calm him. It was the talk of the base because a navy medical expert was flown in to do the surgery and it looked like Tommy would get to keep his finger after all.

Chloe and I were also exhausted but we experimented a little more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. I’d set my alarm clock to wake us early enough so that we would separate and be sleeping on opposite sides of the bed when Dad got home and checked in on us. Even as tired as we were, the feeling of our youthful bodies intertwined was something we treasured.

Rose was due to visit her family at Christmas but my heartbreak came before then. Dad was reassigned to a new navy base up north and I knew I only had a couple of months left with my first love, Chloe. We threw the faux manuals away and went with what Rose had taught us, savoring the times we could get away to be alone. When the moving van signaled that it was time to go I ran behind the house and tearfully kissed Chloe goodbye. Of course we promised to write and keep in touch but as time flew by and new friends and experiences beckoned we lost track somewhere along the way. It would be another ten years before I would see Chloe again and a whole new world of sensations would open up.

As for Tommy’s grandmother, Rose, she lived life to the fullest. She died while hang-gliding in the late 70’s. I miss her button.

End of part two