Pam and Lisa, Part 8

by Honey West

It was one hell of a week.

I meant that in a good way. Especially since it didn’t start well. That was Friday, the night I brought Lisa and Keri home from a cancelled babysitting job and found Lisa’s mother, Janice, home early from a date and in an angry, depressed and intoxicated state. My name is Pam and I live next door with my husband, Bob. I’m Lisa’s ‘second-Mom’ but, hell, if you’re reading this you probably know all about us. I made the girls go up to Lisa’s room and wait for Keri’s mother to pick her up. That would be a few hours and I assured a concerned Lisa that I would keep her mother company and make sure she was all right.

To do this I had to accept the bourbon and cokes that Janice made for me, and since they were strong drinks, I was feeling fairly buzzed by the third one. We sat in the kitchen, our familiar coffee klatch, and I allowed her to drunkenly vent on the aggravations of working in a man’s world, the worries of single motherhood and that bitch of a thing called dating. Poor Janice. The current guy she was seeing that night found out she had a daughter and a mortgage and called for the check before dessert. He didn’t even kiss her goodnight, giving some flimsy excuse for ending the evening early. What the hell’s wrong with me, she moaned, am I ugly or something? You’re not, I said, and you know it. I was being truthful. Janice could easily look frumpy when she didn’t care but in that blue dress with the spaghetti straps she looked quite desirable. And since one of those straps had fallen off her right shoulder leaving her delicate shoulder bare she should have looked even more desirable but, to be honest, she was not a ‘cute drunk’. As her words began to slur to the point of needing sub-titles her face took a more angry and unpleasant expression of bitterness. And why not? She worked hard and struggled to make ends meet, keep this lovely house and supply Lisa with a happy childhood. Not enough free time to properly socialize and gain new experience needed to stop making the wrong choices in men. She needed a break and I truly wished I could do something about it. Right now the best thing I could do was to keep her from falling out of her chair. As she ranted on for what seemed like eons my mind slipped off to the thought of the two little pre-teens upstairs.

“Did you know Lisa’s gay?” Janice announced, suddenly lucid.

She was still drunk enough to ignore me spraying my drink over the table. I coughed and struggled to reply but Janice, her eyes once again half-closed, went on, “I’ll bet it’s that little bitch Keri. I’m as understanding as the next goddamn parent but she’s too young for this.” She gave me a dull glare. “YOU knew this, don’t you! She tells you EVERYTHING.” with this she looked down. “She likes you better than me.” She then seemed to notice a flaw in the table surface and brought her head down closely to scratch it away.

I had no idea how far to go into this. I looked around to come up with the right words. “Janice, first of all you should be ashamed of yourself. I mean, if you don’t know how much your daughter loves you—“

I needn’t have bothered. Janice’s forehead was on the table.

“Janice?”

Yup. She was out cold. After the proper amount of nudging to confirm this, I carried/dragged her over to the living room sofa and stretched her down. She mumbled incoherently as I pulled a throw over her. I sat at her side and couldn’t help but smile at her. She was lovely as she slept with only the teeniest arc of worry in her brow. I smoothed it out gently with my finger and caressed her cheek. She didn’t stir. The sociopath in me did, tho, and I took that rare moment to reach under the throw and inside her dress to feel her breast. My hand gingerly tested the cushy flesh and I felt her nipple harden into my palm.

“Pam?” I whipped my hand out and tucked Janice in. It was Keri in the hallway quietly calling into the kitchen. I’m in here, I whispered.

“Mom’s here. The car’s out front.” Had we been drinking that long? Apparently so. I lead her the door for the usual goodbye before putting on our show for her mother. On the porch she turned to me. “We just watched TV in her mom’s room. And y’know, hugged some.” She was so serious it broke my heart.

“Janice is fine, honey. And Pam will see that everything’s okay too. Now take your Drama-Queen butt to the car while I smile and wave at your up-tight tight-ass mom.” I always say something like this to Keri as she leaves and it always gets a grin. This time just a smile but I’ll take it.

Inside I found Lisa had taken my place at Janice’s side. She was gently stroking her mom’s forehead. She doesn’t normally drink like this, she whispered, as if I didn’t know this.

“I’m going to sleep here tonight,” the little ten-year-old announced, “in case she gets sick. A person could choke on her own vomit, you know. They’ve been known to die like that!” Damn, I thought, do they teach this stuff in school?

Okay. Listen. When she wakes up in the morning be ready with a bottle of aspirin and orange juice and silence. And be prepared for a foul mood. Lisa nodded and went upstairs to get her sleeping bag while I cleaned the kitchen. We kissed and then I left.

When I woke up the next morning I was in a foul mood. Bob was waiting with aspirin, orange juice and silence. I guess I drank more than I realized. I spent most of that Saturday with a tense head and a horrible stomach. Bob’s team was in contention and to keep from hearing him hoot and holler during the game I sent him to Eddie’s house to watch. In the cool of the afternoon I sat on the porch (it was cloudy but too bright for me as I wore my sunglasses). I had fretted all day on whether Janice had said anything to Lisa about her suspicions and regretted being so tipsy last night that I didn’t think to warn the child so she could be on guard. Then their front door opened and Lisa bounded out and hopped towards their car. I felt a tinge of nervousness as Janice appeared. Walking down the driveway she looked in my direction. We broke out in grins when we saw that we were both wearing shades. We gave each other the ‘naughty’ finger wave and she motioned that she would call later. Lisa said ‘hold up’ and ran across the yard to me.

“Hi!” the child wore those lovely hip-hugger pants, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine, angel,” I said, a little defensively.

“You were funny.”

Amazing. I honestly thought I was okay last night. “How’s your mom?”

“She’s sorry she embarrassed me she says. It wasn’t any big deal. We going to the movies! Wanna come?”

“No honey, you should be spending time with your mother. Have a good time and don’t pick a noisy movie.”

Everything was hunky-dory now. Janice seemed in a pretty good mood. She called that night to thank me for putting up with her. She remembered drinking and talking with me but couldn’t recall how she made it to the couch or how she got that bump above her ear. Uh-oh. Now I remember. Trying to lug her from the kitchen, I smacked her head on the side of the living room door. I WAS drunk. Anyway I owe you one, she says and I hang up smiling but somehow feeling that I’m only getting a reprieve here.

The next day was wonderful. After giving Bob assurances that I felt just dandy, he surprised me. In the middle of the day, I walked into the living room to find the curtains drawn, candles lit, oils warming and the music soft. He had pulled our old massage table out of the basement and set it up in front of the big screen TV with a video of a crackling fireplace. Ta-Da! I was now the Queen of Sheba, naked on a Sunday afternoon, getting a sensual full body massage. Wow, I had forgotten how good his hands were as they slid over my back and buns (especially the buns). He cleverly kneaded my tension spots before applying the oil to my favorite erogenous zones. As I sipped my wine and felt his fingers stroke my inner thigh, occasionally brushing my fun spots, I had to wonder if this man was TOO perfect lately. Sure enough, halfway through as I floated on a cloud, he starts to verbally massage me with his best, sexy Barry White impression. Only with ‘ohh baby baby’ he also tells me that Eddie’s wife, Sheila (Pregnant and waaay overdue) is going to have the baby this weekend. No ifs ands or buts. If this kid doesn’t come of his own volition by Friday then either by inducement or sledgehammer that kid is coming out! And Eddie, it seems, will not be able to go to the Playoffs this weekend with the other guys in the office who bought the tickets a year in advance. And do you know (aww baby baby) how hard at was to get these rare group seatings for a playoff weekend? (you know I love ya, baby, You like it when I rub you there?) His Barry White got worse as he went on but I was chuckling so much I didn’t care. All right, smart guy, you’ve obviously raped our bank account to get Eddie’s spot and you’re going to the playoffs but don’t think I’ll be nice about it unless you make me cum really hard. He did.

This would have made it a perfect Friday night for Lisa and I even if she didn’t have a babysitting job. My house was free of sports fans. Unfortunately, I warned my angel, your mother is probably not in the dating mood so that’s that. And you better not think of inviting Keri over for a little bit. At least until we know what your mom is thinking.

“Will she hate me if…”

“No, baby, your mother will always love you. She’s just…confused lately. And I’m not even sure if it was just the alcohol talking. That evening is a blank to her now so I don’t know… well, we’ll see”

I was telling her this as my car pulled in the driveway. I had taken a half-day off at work for made up reasons and caught Lisa as she was getting off her bus. I watched her walking with two other schoolgirls, pert little bodies swinging their backpacks, and I thought ‘oh what the hell, nothing wrong with Mom’s friend saying hi.’ Hi Aunt Pam, she said cheerfully as I pulled over and she jumped in waving to her buddies. Now she was quiet. “I really swear, Pam, we never kissed or anything in front of Mom.”

It’s okay, honey, it’s probably nothing. But I could see she was still worried. No ten-year-old should be worried about anything except acne. Hey! We got a couple of free hours before the folks get home. Ya wanna see something?

A grin spread on her fresh-looking face, “Ya, Pam, I wanna see a LOT!”

She stood there curious as I set the massage table back up. I think to her it looked like a medical gurney because she asked if we were going to play ‘doctor’. “Wouldn’t you like that. Go shut those two curtains while I crank up the heat.” I lit a few candles but I knew we didn’t have that much time to go all out. I did know that I missed my little pumpkin and was dying to play with her smooth, hairless body. I left a bottle of body oil running under hot water, double-checked the doors and came back for the oil. Lisa was spinning around as she watched me flit from one thing to another. Finally I lifted her coltish frame and sat her on the table. Just feeling her young body in my arms sent a thrill through me. I ran my hands over the front of her shirt and she shook slightly when I touched the right spots. She reached out for me but I stepped back and took off my jacket. What are you doing, she asked.

“You’re tense, my dear. It’s time for Olga, the Swedish masseuse to calm your body.” I stripped down to bra and panties and stood there, hands on hips like Wonder Woman. “Olga has the touch.”

Lisa practically leered at me. “Suppose I don’t want my body to be calm?”

“Then, my little meatball, you shall have your wish. Now peel those clothes off.”

Damn, I was horny. When the girl laid back on the table wearing only panties I instinctively rubbed my cunt through my underwear and released an air of pussy fragrance. “Mmm, something smells good,” Lisa inhaled as I circled the bench like a hungry tigress, surveying my prey and all her youthful features. After only massaging my full-grown husband, this little pixie would only be a quarter of the task. The room was just getting to a comfortable temperature and her Hershey-shaped nipples had risen to a point where they looked like they should be wrapped in foil. Her stomach had that slight preteen chubbiness that looked so soft I wanted to run my cheek across it. You won’t be needing these I said as I hooked my fingers into her cotton panties and pulled them down over her little belly. I kept my face close to her and as I exposed her bare slit I was greeted with the scent of young cunt. I gently touched the tip of my nose to her crack and allowed myself to become intoxicated by her perfume. It smelled of sweetness and sin, with a touch of earthiness from the day’s activities. I looked up at my schoolgirl, whose flat chest was rising up and down in anticipation. She was delicately biting her lip, waiting for my tongue but I moved on, sliding her panties from around her ankles and flipping them into the air. I then took the warm lotion and rubbed it into my palms.

Now mind you, when I do a full erotic body session to Bob I like to get the tempo and timing down just right. I start with a soothing face massage and then start on the neck muscles and work my way down. Now I tried it with Lisa but both the time constrictions and my own horniness shot that to hell. Not that she was complaining; soon my hands were sliding over her soft chest and hard nipples and she moaned her approval. I didn’t like to use too much lotion; my hands were soft and firm and I could always get a supple friction going as I kneaded. Still, this time I delighted in covering the young lass in an oily sheen that made her skin glow. Woow, she softly said as my hands encircled her tomboy legs, sliding down and pushing up, this was her first massage and I knew she was loving it. As I massaged her body my eyes kept focused on her clean slit. I worked further up her legs and my fingers would brush the swelling mounds of her treasure, causing her to jerk. “Oh Pam,” she whispered and she began to pull on her textured nipples, gasping when her slickened buds would pop from her fingers. I rotated my palms against her inner thighs and her legs spread automatically, drawing her feet together. Her bald smooth pussy was now lewdly open to me. Her baby lips began to splay apart as her knees stretched away from each other. Her clit glistened at me and the pink of her honeypot drew me closer. Lisa’s bottom began to do that slow dance that told me she was almost there and I moved the palm of my hand over her cunt, still using the rotating motion. Oh it was lovely. As I cupped her mound, still rotating, I applied more pressure and the flat of my hand was flooded with pussy juice. I was ‘applying’ a more natural oil all over her smooth cunt and belly and the child was thrusting her hips forward in response. The bottom half of her body was lustily moving in beat to my rhythm and her legs started to quiver. “P-Pam!” she called out, almost scared, as if some force had overtaken her and my little angel began to buck wildly, cumming so hard that her small asscheeks were banging on the table. She came harder than I’d ever remember her cumming, her pussy drenching my hand as I pushed my palm firmly into her clit. Finally, she flailed her arms out, pushing my hands and me away to catch her breath.

I watched her for a while as her body calmed down. I smiled and said nothing. I was glowing inside. I loved this little girl and that’s all I felt at the moment. I watched her lay there, glistening from oil and pussy nectar. I licked the juices from my hand and watched and waited for her to speak. Finally she giggled. “I LOVE your massages, Aunt Pam!”

We laughed and hugged and then looked at the clock. There wasn’t much time left. “That’s not fair!” Lisa cried. She was worried about my needs. Not a problem, I said, you got me so hot I could come at the push of a button. Lisa’s eyebrow raised up like Mr. Spock. “Oh THAT button, huh?”

Quickly, I urged, for me. Lisa turned on her stomach and I feasted my eyes on her perfect, unblemished backside. Oh how I’d love to take my time and tease myself; kiss and caress her buns and finally allow myself the hidden treat. But it was getting late so I slipped my knickers off and nuzzled my face into her ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and found her pinkish-brown button-hole winking at me. As I rimmed her perfect hole I slid my fingers into my pussy (with one tapping my clit). Lisa then raised herself on her knees and pushed her butt out allowing me better access and I was in heaven, kissing and licking and feeling it pucker as I stabbed at the rim with my tongue. I don’t know why, but it always gets me off. And it did.

That was Monday.

That Thursday night I was cleaning up in the kitchen when Janice knocked and entered. I didn’t notice at the time but she hit the lock. She was wearing just a tee-shirt and thin-looking jogging pants. My, the Pilates tapes were doing her just fine. On the surface all seemed normal but she an air of nervousness about her.

“Where’s Bob?”

“Upstairs packing. Probably trying to get a giant foam finger to fit in his suitcase. I made him promise not to go shirtless and paint letters on his chest and stuff like that.”

“He’s cute.” Janice started up some coffee automatically. Her hands were shaky. I asked her what was wrong. She stopped and stared at the sink as if trying to make up her mind. I’d seen that look before. She’d bottle up her worries until they pop the cork and then she’d overflow and usually overreact.

“It’s about the other night. What I said about Lisa. It’s just that…well, she DOES tell you everything and I can’t help feeling.. well, you didn’t deny it, you see.”

Damn, I was hoping she didn’t remember that part. “Look, Janice…”

Janice was on a nervous roll, “I mean, I’m sure every parent has asked themselves, ‘oh, what if my daughter or son turned gay. How would I react?’ And I told myself that if that ever happened I would be supportive. But they’re not supposed to tell you until they’re, I dunno, eighteen or something. Now isn’t that fair?”

“Janice—“

“I mean ten years old! Okay. I know that kids are more advanced these days but—really!, next thing you know they’ll be wanting to drive at eight!”

“Janice—“

“This can’t be good for her mental development. She’ll be neurotic or something—“

Janice—!”

“I want grandchildren!”

“Janice, you nut, shut up and sit down! Now!”

She did. Bob entered the room. Hi Janice. Honey, have you seen my lucky hat? I can’t find it. I told him it was in the closet next to his lucky socks. Ah, lucky socks, mustn’t forget those. Bye Janice.

As he bounded back upstairs I looked Janice square in the eye. Now mind you, I’ve never claimed to be a saint and was not against lying to my best friend if it were for her benefit. I had thought about this particular reaction from her.

“Now listen to me very carefully. Lisa is not running away with Chastity Bono and she’s not shaving her head and she’s not hanging at gay bars or whatever it is lesbians do and you know why? Because she’s fuckin’ ten years old, that’s why. She’s doing what a lot of girls have done in their young ages: experimenting! Check the books. It’s actually normal. I experimented at that age. Yes, me. It was fun. Do you see who I’m living with now? The Sports Authority! The Fanatic. And I love him. So see?”

Yes, I lied. I never thought of sex with a woman until I met Lisa. (Okay, sex with a FEMALE then.) But my point, I felt, was valid. And I’m sure true for a lot of people. I could see Janice taking this in. I could also see something else but I wasn’t sure…

“Now, Janice, be honest. And not because she’s your child. Have you ever seen a more well-balanced, intelligent, happy, healthy ten-year-old? Hmm? And if it’s Keri she’s… ‘fooling with’, is that really so bad?”

I saw her face lighten. She probably wanted me to say things that would make it all right and I think I didn’t disappoint her. Yet there was something else and it suddenly hit me. I knew what I wanted to say and where I wanted to take this if I could. Some would say I was taking advantage of the situation. I say, hell, yes.

I leaned forward. “Janice, umm, you, um, never ‘experimented’ did you?”

Her face reddened. “I guess not. I never thought of sex with another woman in my entire life..that is, … until…”

“Until…?”

She hesitated, blushed even more and smiled shyly. “Well, don’t take this wrong. It’s just…you once gave me a neck massage that…” Suddenly she felt she’d gone too far. She stood up and cleared her throat. “Pam, you are wonderful. You make sense about Lisa and I think I’ll take your advice and let her be. Y’know you put up with me when I get nutty about things and I can’t tell you how much I…” She unplugged the coffee maker since it was obvious she was leaving. I didn’t want her to go just yet. She wasn’t exactly flying out of here. Um, would you like a soda, I asked, pulling one out of the fridge. No, she said, she really had better get next door. I should be fixing dinner. She stood there while I popped the tab and took a sip, trying to act casual. Suddenly it seemed so hard to be normal. Well, I’ll see you later, she said and turned to walk out. I stupidly kept guzzling cola and grunted ‘okay’. Then she stopped and turned.

“You felt my tit up the other night.”

I not only sprayed the soda out but choked and felt carbonated bubbles come out my nose. Janice ran over and patted/slapped my back as I coughed and snorted. She grabbed a towel and wiped my face as we started laughing.

“What the hell kind of ‘black-out’ crap is this? You remember EVERYTHING !”

“Not at first—“ But she couldn’t finish we were laughing so hard that we felt our knees give and settled on the floor. One of us would snort as we did and that would set us laughing even harder. It had started to subside when Bob came down and the sight of him looking at us on the floor made us blow up again in rib-hurting guffaws. He smiled, shook his head and went back upstairs. As we started to calm down and it quieted I heard the shower turn on upstairs. We were still giggly as I stood up and offered my hand to Janice. When I pulled her up she came face-to-face with me and we kissed. Just like that. It seemed so natural that my arms should fit right around her. I drew her tongue in and felt it explore my mouth. She tasted different, not like Lisa but soft like Lisa. The difference here was that I was holding a full-blooded woman in my arms. I could feel another woman’s breasts pushing into mine and I slowly moved my body to feel my boobs push against hers. We both started to moan quietly, my hand starting to feel the small of her back. I reached down and fondled the lush round globes of her ass—.

“Hey! Who locked the door?!”

Lisa! We jumped away from each other and Janice tripped and fell back into her chair. We looked at each other in shock. When Lisa yelled out ‘Anybody home?’ we started giggling all over again. Still chuckling, Janice unlocked the kitchen door and little Lisa whined, “I’m hungry, guys.”

“I’m sorry, honey, your Aunt Pam was showing me how to drink a soda. I’ll tell you about it. Let’s go fix dinner.”

She gave me a quick look and went out the door. Lisa followed but then I heard her call out “oh waitaminute, I didn’t show Pam my new shoes!”

I didn’t move from where I was standing. Lisa came in to give me a hug but stopped halfway to me. Her head arched up like a deer in the woods and I knew she was sniffing my scent, not strong but my scent nonetheless. She smiled again but then she started putting two and two together. She looked at me, then out the window at her mom going up her back porch, then back at me. Suddenly her eyes went wide. No, her whole face went wide. She looked like the kid from the Home Alone poster. I had to say I was enjoying that look. Her eyes narrowed as if motioning for an explanation. My response was to raise my eyebrow like Mr. Spock. Her face popped back to the Home Alone look. She still had it when Janice called for from her house and as she automatically responded she ran backwards into the door.