Pam and Lisa, Part 9

by Honey West

That Friday morning my head was still buzzing over that kiss the night before. It was hard to concentrate on work because of that still-fresh-on-my-lips feeling. It was also hard to concentrate because everyone but the Pope was calling me at my desk. Bob called to say he and the guys landed safely and he loved me and he’ll see me Sunday night. I expected that. I didn’t expect Janice to call. Or maybe I did. Hi, she said, just wanted to let you know that Lisa is babysitting tonight but I’m not going out or anything so I can be, you know, ‘on call’ if you, uh, have other plans.

I knew she could hear me smile over the phone. “Not really. Bob’s out of town this weekend so I’ll be bored. Um, why don’t you come over for a light dinner? We’ll have some wine and do some girl talk.”

“Sounds like fun. See you tonight then.” And she hung up, leaving me to marvel at how cool and casual we sounded. The next phone call I really didn’t expect. It was Lisa.

“Pam!? It’s me. What did you and Mom DO last night? That wasn’t nice of you not to tell me. You hafta tell me what’s going on! She’s MY mom, y’know.”

I certainly didn’t want to talk about this at the office. “Lisa, I don’t ‘hafta’ do anything. But I’ll be home when you get off the bus. Now go back to class or whatever—wait a minute, where are you?” She was at a pay phone across the street from the school. WHAT?!, I yelled, you march your butt right back into class now before I drive over and beat you silly! Now!

I slammed the phone down. Some of my co-workers were grinning at me from their desks. “Kids,” I shrugged, “can’t live with ‘em, can’t cook ‘em in the oven.” The boss thought it was cute and it allowed me credibility when I told him I needed to leave half-day to take care of some issues concerning my ‘niece’ at her school. It was the second time this week I had left early but he was cool about it.

It was a cool autumn day but not cold. I was sitting on the porch when my when 10-year-old angel came racing across the yard, swinging her bookbag and jacket around. She stopped in front of me at the foot of the steps, panting from the run. She had such a cute serious look on her face and I smiled at her. Not wanting to, she smiled back in spite of herself. As she walked up I thought she was going to kiss me. No, I said, sit. There’s Mrs. Reed across the street raking her lawn. Wave hi to her (‘hi!’) Good. Now catch your breath.

Lisa sat with her back against the porch post and crossed her arms. She wanted answers and I didn’t blame her for being this way. Her mother was the number one person in her life (hopefully I qualified as number two) and Serious Things might be happening to her.

“You’re being mean to me,” she accused, “you’re not telling me anything and you’re laughing about it.”

Damn with that stern face she looked just like her mother. I fought the urge to crawl over and put my lips on hers.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. It’s just that…if you could have seen your face…” I mimicked her mouth-dropped-open look and she broke into a grin, caught herself and went back to the stern look. I love this girl. “Lisa, we kissed. That’s all. And…well, maybe rubbed our tits together a little.” Lisa’s mouth dropped open. She caught herself again and went back to the stern look.

I watched her face. I was pretty sure she was not that upset about her mother and I. It was a matter of her mom’s welfare. “Lisa, didn’t you once say that it would be good if your mother ‘smiled’? I think I could do that for her. I mean, she smiles all the time, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that she needs to … ‘smile’, you know?” The child’s face was looking down but no longer serious. In fact, I saw a look of amusement creeping in. I pressed on. “I need to know that you approve of this, pumpkin, otherwise it’s no good. Whaddya think?”

Lisa looked past me in recollection. “I think…” A warm smile broke out over her fresh young face. Suddenly she announced, “Mom sang last night.”

“What?”

“Mom sang! She sang whiled she cooked dinner. She sang and hummed some old, old song and she even hummed a little when she was eating.”

I chuckled. “So?”

The child looked at me with delight. “Pam, she NEVER sings! I mean, I never heard her sing. Not like that. Kinda ‘happy singing’. And she kept smiling at dinner. And she looked at me funny a coupla times.”

“Did she say anything?”

“Not really. When dinner was done she kissed me on the forehead and said I still wasn’t getting my driver’s license until I was sixteen. What up with that? And then she went upstairs and, get this, made herself a bubble bath!”

“So?”

“Pam, she NEVER makes a bubble bath! The only time she gets in a bubble bath is when I make one for her. It’s like…she was different last night.”

“ ‘Bad’ different?”

“No, ‘good’ different. It’s just that…”

“Yes?”

She looked at me with such honest concern. “Pam, would that change things? Would it change ‘you and me’? I don’t want it to change.”

I opened my arms and she flew into me. I held her tight. Fuck anyone who saw me holding this child. I pressed her close. No, baby, I said, nothing will change the way I feel about you. I love you, I adore you and I want to do sweet, wicked things to you. Is that okay with you? Good. I held her in my lap as she dabbed at some tears that ‘just happened to fall out’. After I while she spoke up.

“Okay, but you have to be gentle with her. She’s had some heartbreaks.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said dutifully.

“AND,” she smiled slyly, “I want details.”

“Yes, ma’am. And now, if you’re through wiggling your little butt in my lap and getting me all warm, don’t you have homework to do before your babysitting job?”

Aww, she moaned and gave me a kiss with those small soft lips. Halfway across the yard she stopped and turned around.

“And don’t let her change her mind, Aunt Pam!”

“Not a chance,” I grinned.

I almost changed my mind that night. Pacing in the kitchen, my cinnamon-chicken almost done, I was nervous as hell and I didn’t like the wave of doubt that was now sweeping over me. I was fine earlier. I had showered and put on a little light make-up, a touch of perfume between my breasts and the only sexy sweater I can wear without a bra (the material doesn’t chafe my nipples if they become erect). I should be in a good and lusty nervous state but I was just nervous. I’d seen Janice walk Lisa to the Weavers’ earlier. She should be showing up any time. If I call now and come up with some excuse—

The tap on the kitchen door made me jump. I opened it and Janice smiled at me. She looked beautiful. I mean, she looked the same as always, maybe a little light make-up, I think a new sweater, but she also looked different. Beautiful.

“Mmmm. It smells good in here, Pam. Chicken? Umm, can I come in?”

Oh! Yeah, I said stupidly. You look..great! What’s that? She had a gift bag with her.

“Dessert! I’ll put it in the fridge.” We bumped into each other moving about the room. Honestly I was an idiot. I opened the wine and soon we were seated for dinner. We sat and made small talk about Lisa and work and car problems. This was not going as I had expected. The chicken was delicious if I do say so myself. I had to say that considering we barely ate anything. The conversation died out and then there was quiet. We nervously gulped our wine and then Janice broke the silence. “Pam. Last night…I mean,‘wow’, you know? And since then…well I’ve never felt more sure of anything. …Except now…” she took another gulp, “Well, it’s just that I never done anything like this!”

Suddenly it hit me. “Omigod, Janice, I’ve never either.”

She dropped her head and looked at me. “You said you did. You said you…’experimented’”

“Oh. At ten-years-old, you dope. I’ve never made love to a woman before!” And this is true, I thought to myself, I’ve had sex with men, loved my husband, molested a little girl, but this full-bodied, adult person sitting across from me was a woman! A very sexy woman. Even better: my friend.

We giggled. Everything seemed okay now. We were both Idiots. We made some attempt at finishing our meals while blushing slyly at each other. Dinner done, I tossed the dishes in the sink and Janice suggested dessert. Upstairs?, I hinted. No, not upstairs she said with a firm politeness that begged for my understanding. I understood; not where Bob and I make love. (I decided not to mention that my husband and I have had sex in every room in the house except the kitchen. Ironically, the kitchen is where I first kissed Lisa AND Janice.) I told her to set things up in the living room and I went about closing curtains, checking the doors and such. I still wasn’t sure things were going as I’d hoped but when I saw the candles lit, the bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries, the champagne and Janice sitting on my plush rug I felt the little furnace in me kick on. This was gonna happen. The room had a perfect golden glow. We sat in front of the coffee table and helped ourselves to the luscious fruit. We popped the bubbly. This is lovely, I said.

“Yes, everything but a roaring fireplace.”

Ooh! I jumped up and popped in the tape we recorded off the cable last holiday season. In front of us was now a real live video fireplace scene, logs ablaze. Janice squealed with delight. “It’s kind of tacky,” I confessed, “sort of our version of a velvet Elvis”.

“I think it’s beautiful,” she laughed. Maybe it was the amber lighting or the champagne, but I couldn’t stop looking at her face. She really was different. I saw no trace of the strain that usually hid behind her smile. Her totally relaxed state made her beauty intensify. As she enjoyed the crackle of the firewood I enjoyed her radiant profile. She saw me looking and blushed. She motioned for a glass refill and I complied. We were both enjoying the anticipation, our hearts quietly racing. We had gradually scooched closer together, sitting snugly next to each other in a wide open room. She reached past me for another strawberry and her face came past mine, allowing me to breathe in the closeness of her skin. She seductively licked the chocolate off the fruit and then dipped it in the champagne. Make a move, I kept saying to myself, but I could only watch her tease me. She slid her bare foot over my leg. She was enjoying this all right. Suddenly I knew my pussy scent was in the air. Her nostrils flared. Her eyes widened ever so in excitement. ‘Ohhh’ she murmured and I saw that her nipples were pointing through her sweater. I smiled. I saw my moment.

“You’ve got a little …” I motioned next to her mouth where a smudge of chocolate had rested. She stretched her tongue out to swab it but missed the spot. “I’ve got it.” I said and leaned in. Placing my lips upon her cheek I licked up the candy and then nibbled ever so lightly about her face, finally sliding my mouth on hers. She moaned as my hands slid under her top and cupped her boobs. I couldn’t believe how wonderful another woman’s breasts felt. They were soft and spongy; my hands couldn’t stop reveling in the texture of her flesh, the springiness of her nipples, damn, this was fun! She pulled off my top and then I hers. We gazed at our tits and I must say we were both impressed. While Janice was not as big as me, her boobs were nonetheless full and pointy. Her nipples were not the candy-drop shape of Lisa’s, but a conical shape that was molded perfectly onto her jutting tips. We played with each other’s nipples, caressing and pinching, watching each other’s faces as she gently pulled on my eraser-sized nubs.

“What do we do now?” she asked and then gasped as my thumbs began flicking over her pinkish-brown cones.

“I don’t know.” I panted, “I can’t make up my mind.” There was so much I wanted to do to her, yet we were strangely content with feeling our tits up. We were on a level of ecstasy that we didn’t want to interrupt just yet. Finally, knowing I HAD to see her naked, I suggested we do just that. We didn’t even stand up, just rolled on our backs, stripped and sat back up in front of each other. Leaning back against the couch, Janice sat with knees up and legs apart and looked regal doing it. I must have been drooling. Even with a slight roll of belly fat, she looked delicious. Her pussy hair was closely cropped and her cunt lips were delicate-looking, like a flower wanting to blossom. I saw her outer folds open a little and I realized that I was unconsciously licking my lips. Janice was still looking at my cunt and before either of us could utter any comments I kissed her, feeling our nipples brush against one another which sent a ripple of lust thru my body. We were now sitting face-to-face; my legs over hers, our slits just inches apart; and our foreheads touching as, with our eyes half-closed, we inhaled the intoxicating perfume of our pussies. Our noggins still together, I slid my hand into Janice’s slit and immersed it in her juices. Her body quivered as I probed and when I brought my wet finger up and held it between our noses I heard her sob ‘so good, so good’ and she leaned in and took the finger into her mouth, tasting her own honey.

How can I describe this kind of heaven? My fingers were in her pussy, her fingers were in mine. I felt like I was stroking liquid velvet. Her nub-like clit slickly rolled around my touch. I slid my finger deep inside her and felt an indescribable warmth. As we slowly gyrated on each other’s hand, I lustily gazed at her face and body, noting every twitch on her lips, her half-closed eyes, the jiggle of her breasts; I couldn’t get enough of seeing her naked. Her free hand palmed my breast, testing the weight and lovingly squeezing it. A second finger slid into my cunt and I groaned approvingly as I fixed my eyes on hers. There was just the sound of a crackling fireplace and two women softly grunting and gasping into each other’s ears.

I think we could have stayed like this forever. Could have if she hadn’t suddenly started working some new magic with hand down there. Her face watching mine, our mouths slack, we felt the train began to speed up. Her inner walls began to widen as I moved my fingers against them in a circular motion. Her body was grinding lewdly. “Pam”, she gasped. I had her, I thought and my two fingers, still circling, started wiggling inside her and I could hear a delightful squishing sound. Our eyes locked. We were determined to watch each other cum. I was determined to make her cum now but she was fighting it. Her face became urgent. “Pam!” she called out, knowing she was about to go over the falls, “Pam, Pam, Pam…” She couldn’t concentrate and her hand contracted over my cunt. Still inside me her fingers crooked upwards and she was literally gripping my pussy as she fought to hold on. By doing this she was pressing against a Magic Spot and I felt an amazing sensation flood through my loins. And I mean FLOOD as I felt myself gush all over Janice’s hand. “PAM!” she cried out and that was it. I screamed out an inarticulate set of vowels and we both exploded, jerking and convulsing, probably looking like we were possessed.

Have you ever had sex with your lover that was so good that as the orgasms subsided you both began to chuckle joyfully as you rubbed your faces together? It turned into giggles as we rolled onto our sides, our bodies wrapped in caressing arms and legs. With her hand she turned my face to hers as if she had something very important to say.

“Wow.” was all she could breath.

“Yeah” was all I could reply.

I realized then that her hand was soaking wet and so now was my cheek. She smilingly began licking the side of my face, making little yummy noises as she tasted me. That action took control of me and I pushed my body into hers.

“Please.” I whispered to her. With an approving look of surprise she said, “Be my guest” and grabbed my asscheeks to pull me closer. And within minutes of my first cum I was grinding my pussy into her thigh, my pelvis slowly humping her, as she played with my nipples and cooed soft encouragements. She had no problem watching my second orgasm and I came without reservations. I may have even peed a little on her leg.

We never seemed to leave that rug. We rested, kissed, drank more champagne, probed, tickled, licked and feasted with all available senses. Her perfect cone-shaped nipples actually gave off a little juice when I suckled extra-firmly. Her pussy lips were so soft. I sucked in her tender flaps and savored the texture of her skin with my tongue. She responded by digging her nails in the back of my neck. I made her come on my mouth twice before she backed herself away, gasping for a rest.

“Too much champagne.” she giggled and scampered off to the downstairs bathroom. Oohh, my mind had ideas there but knew I’d better stick to the basics. As if on cue the phone rang. It was Lisa.

“Hi Pam!” she said, very business-like, “Just calling to let you guys know everything is okay here.”

“Relax, honey, she’s in the loo.”

“Pam! What’s happening?! Did you two..Y’know? I mean, did it happen? You hafta tell me!”

“Oh? I ‘hafta’?” I smiled smugly in my tipsy well-fucked mood.

She sounded hurt. “Pam! Stop it! You’re being mean.”

I knew I was and I regretted it. I woke up and told myself that the tones in her young voice were a maddening mixture of wonder, concern and jealousy. “I’m sorry, baby, I know I’m an idiot but I can’t talk right now. Honest. Call me in the morning, okay?”

“Oo-kaay,” she moaned.

I heard the toilet flush. “Lisa,” I whispered urgently, “your mom is as tasty as you are.” I heard her gasp and I smiled. Janice came in from the hallway and I watched with a grin as she approached me in the nude. “Um, she’s still in the bathroom honey but I’ll tell her you called. Yes, we’re just having coffee right now. Bye, honey.”

“Lisa?” Janice sat down and poured from an empty bottle of bubbly.

“Uh-huh. Everything’s fine.”

“I’m glad you didn’t have me talk to her. I’m not sure how I would sound right now.”

“She told me earlier today that you were smiling all day long. And she liked that.”

Janice blushed, took the last strawberry and started to lick the chocolate off. Her face became mildly serious.

“Y’know, Lisa used to frown like me. She did! When my husband and I would fight. Hell, when we’d scream. When we got divorced. When we’d say things… A terrible way for a child to look.” She looked at me. ”You wouldn’t know that frown, would you. That’s because she’s never had it since we moved here. She doesn’t hear the yelling and cursing anymore. She’s had friends and a home and, well, mostly you and Bob.” she chuckled, “Mostly you.”

I saw a look of regret in her eyes as well as a touch of wetness. “I guess that’s why I’ve been so uptight underneath this past year. I promised myself that frown wouldn’t come back and I’ve worked SO hard to get started and keep this house and keep my baby smiling…” She took what was left in my champagne glass and downed it. “And I STUPIDLY thought that maybe Lisa needed a father figure in her life, that that was important or something. But you know something? Lisa doesn’t need a man in her life right now! She needs a Smiling Mother, damn it.” Suddenly that look of confidence returned to her face. “And as soon as I realized this, I felt like the weight of the fuckin’ world was taken off my shoulders.” With that she slapped the glass down on the coffee table. “Well, that’s my rant for the night. Can we rub our boobs together again?”

The phone rang at six AM. I was already awake, savoring the softness of the sheets and the memories of the night before.

“Pam? It’s Lisa!” She spoke in excited hushed tones. “D’ya wanna talk now? You said to call in the morning.”

“Jeez, child, not at six o’clock in the morning. It’s Saturday! Where’s your mom?”

“She’s sleeping of course. That’s why I’m calling now.” she was quiet for a moment. “I guess I’m being a little silly, huh”

“No, pumpkin, it’s just that I think of your mother like I think of you. She’s special to me and I’m not going to talk about these things over the phone. Why don’t you hop over after breakfast? You know, ten-AM-kind of breakfast.”

“Ooo-kaaay. Oh! Mom’s gotta take the car in today. It keeps stalling or something. I don’t want to go. Can I ‘hang’ with you?”

I smiled. “Ask your mother, you little minx.”

“Okay, Pam. Guess what. I’m gonna think about you now.” And she hung up. I knew what she meant and could visualize her masturbating her little boyish body on her bed right now.

I sighed and stretched like a lazy cat. Suddenly the thought of nuzzling a ten-year-old’s bald pussy stoked up the fires again. Damn was I still horny? My hands slid over my nipples and down to my honeypot. I could feel heat when I touched my slit and sure enough my fingers found that inside I was moist and gooey. I closed my eyes and stirred the pot.

The damn phone rang. It was Janice.

“Hi,” she said dreamily.

“Hi. Sleep well?”

“Omigod, Pam, last night was so…”

“Yes it was.” I chuckled. Something told me she was still in bed as well. I heard a soft gasp. “What are you doing?”

“Hopefully the same thing you are.”

“You mean,” I pulled my finger from my pussy and slid it audibly into my mouth, “tasting myself?” I heard her gently moan. I started lightly tapping my clit. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” Janice breathed, “very quietly. Lisa’s still asleep.”

Little did she know. The thought of mother and daughter diddling in the same house at the same time put me in easy over-drive. Listening to Janice’s climax did the rest.

Janice confessed she wanted more. “Pam, I know your husband will be back tomorrow and we’ll have to go back to being ‘neighbors’. I’ve got to see you one more time. Please say we’ll do it. Tonight. Please?”

Now the thought of tasting Janice’s pussy had me salivating. This could get complicated, I thought.

“What about Lisa? She doesn’t have any babysitting jobs tonight.”

“Well, I was thinking: she hasn’t seen Keri in couple of weeks. Maybe they could do a sleepover or something.”

Wow, I thought. This from the mother who worried that Lisa and Keri might be ‘experimenting’. “I don’t know, Janice. It depends on Keri’s mother and all. She’s kind of a…”

“Bitch.”

“Bitch, yeah. But I could call her. Tell you what. Have Lisa spend some time with me today and I’ll get her to understand that you need a ‘girls’-nite’ out. With me.

And I’ll see what I can do with Keri’s mom.”

I’m so damn clever, I thought to myself. Little did I know I was too damn clever.