The Safe House, Chapter 2

by LesLuv

"Hello."

The voice brought Carole to an abrupt halt. She'd been turning in a slow circles, arms outstretched, eyes closed, a kind of dreamy music running through her head. She was happy. Contented, and dancing seemed to be the way to express it.

The interruption brought her back to the present, and she opened her eyes and looked to see who had spoken it. A nice looking lady with red hair was standing in the doorway, smiling at her.

"You dance nicely," she said. "I used to do it just like you. Happy, isn't it?"

Carole nodded. She never knew how to talk to strangers.

"Is Anne about? I'm here to have a look at the crèche. You must be Carole."

She nodded again and ran down the passage, returning a few moments later with her new mother. Her own mother had decide she had to go away somewhere, and although Carole had been upset by her desertion, she was glad to have Anne as a substitute, who was someone Carole had come to feel really close to. She was cared for, had her mind and body stimulated, and they made love all the time. She really liked that, even if it sometimes made her tired.

Anne and the new lady began to talk, and Carole noticed that the lady had brought a little girl in a stroller with her, and that she was being regarded with interest.

She smiled at her and went closer. She'd never been shy around other kids, and neither, it seemed had this other girl, for she was grinning back at her. She squatted down and said softly, "What's your name?"

"Seeseel. What's yours?"

"Carole. Are you coming to crèche here?" She looked at the little girl, younger than she was, and saw the same almost red hair as her mother, bright blue eyes, and an impish tilt to her head. A new playmate, perhaps. Good.

A nod. "I think so."

"Carole? Here a minute, darling. I want you to meet Eva, Cecile's mum. Cecile is going to begin crèche tomorrow, and maybe stay overnight sometimes."

"Hello."

Eva's voice was like a gentle bell, Carole decided, clear and pleasant. She liked it. "Hello. I hope I can play with her. I'm the only one here so far."

"I'm sure you can. Perhaps we can all play together. I know some good games."

"Eva helped me get this going," said Anne, "she runs the pre-school association, so we got all the paperwork right. I promised her a place here for Cecile when it opened." She ruffled Carole's hair and added, "You know it's for girls only? That took some doing, but we're not into boys much, are we?" She was looking at Eva as she spoke.

"Girls are better." Eva bent down and planted a kiss on Carole's forehead. "Aren't we?"

Carole nodded and went back to the stroller. "Would you like to play now?" It wasn't much fun on your own. "I'll show you where things are."

She helped Cec out of the pusher, took her by the hand, and went to the kitchen where biscuits and drinks could be found. Cecile was a sturdy girl, some three months away from her fourth birthday, and strong for her age. She weighed nearly the same as Carole, a year older.

"I go to ballet twice a week," she told her new friend, "Mummy says I'm getting muscles. I like it. I saw you dancing."

"I'm happy. Lots to do. Anne, my new mum, is kind and shows me everything." She wondered if every other girl did all the things she did. She sure hoped so. Better than ballet lessons.

What had been the front lounge room of the house was now a play room, the front bedroom was the office and store, and the second bedroom a sleep and rest area for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort, string-pulling, help from friends, and a lot more money than she had estimated, but within six weeks after her little-girl epiphany, Anne was able to officially declare her new crèche open for business.

This, their first customer, was a friend. One she had never shared her fantasies with, but who attracted her in the here and now. She might be twenty years younger with a terrific figure, but she had been happy to share a kiss or two and some petting. Now here she was with her mouth-watering daughter, whose clothes had been stripped off by her hungry eyes. There'd be nothing wrong with two serving cherubs, would there?

The two women began a private chat while the girls explored, and when Eva and Cecile left thirty minutes later, there was an interesting smile on Anne's face.

Over their evening meal Anne said, "Carole, my love, I'm glad you like Cecile. She's a sweetie, isn't she?"

A nod.

"You like doing what we do in bed together, don't you?" It was not a question.

Another nod. Then, "I really like it when you put your finger inside me and lick me, I get all hot and breathless. And I feel real good afterwards. And - " she giggled - "I like making you squirt and say all those bad words when I suck you, and put my fingers up your, um, your cunt." That was said softly; she wasn't sure even now if she could say bad words.

"And so do I, my love, so do I. Want to do it again soon?"

Lots of big nods.

"Listen, Carole my darling, I have a problem you might be able to help me with."

Carole knew about helping with problems. She'd swept, shifted chairs, done the washing up, wiped down walls, and so many things. It was lovely, helping. So she looked up, eyes wide. "What?"

"Well, there's two things. You know it took a lot of money to get all the things changed, don't you?"

"Yes. You told me."

"Well, Eva has offered to help me with that. But, well, there's something I want you to do that's a bit, um, bad, maybe. You like Eva, don't you?"

"Her voice is so nice. And she wears lovely clothes." A pause. "And she's really pretty."

"Well, how would you like to go to bed with her instead of me once or twice? I won't stop loving you, or you loving me, but, well, she has offered to help pay for the work if you do. It would mean a great deal to me."

"You mean - go to bed and do the things we do? But with her? And she'd do what you do too?"

Anne nodded. "Would you mind? She really wants to, she likes you so much, really, she's crazy about you, and she'll take you shopping as well. Whatever you want. Sound OK?"

"Can Cec and I still play?"

Anne burst out laughing. "As much as you want. She's going to be here a lot. And there's other children coming as well. We'll have about six by the end of next week. You'll have to show them how things work. You'll be my assistant."

*

Carole could not close her mouth. Everywhere she looked there were wonderful lights, pretty colours, huge rugs on the walls, and a big tiled shiny floor that just went on and on. Soft music and the smell of coffee. Smiling men and women. A very big entrance to a very big hotel. She'd never ever been in one of those before, but now, well, Eva had brought here here after they had spent some hours in the city, shopping for the clothes she wore. And what clothes they were. Like nothing she'd ever seen.

"Can't have you turning up to a great hotel unless you have the right clothes," Eva had told her. "Let's shop!"

She finished up looking and feeling like a princess. A gossamer silk dress of pale blue with gold and silver threads over an embroidered white lace petticoat, gold slipper shoes, white tights and a tiny gold chain around her neck.

Starry-eyed, she'd gone by taxi to the hotel, her benefactor holding her hand. And now - up in a big lift, up high, a walk to the room where more wonders waited. Panoramas of ships, docks, railways, and tiny people and cars from the huge picture window. An enormous bed with chocolates on the pillows, and the best bathroom she had ever seen, even in a magazine.

"Like it?" Eva said with a smile.

She shook her head in wonder. "It's like magic. It's - thank you, Eva, I Iove it. Can I have a chocolate?"

"Sure, but not before you get changed. Let me help you." She folded the garments as the came off, and then could not help herself.

With pounding heart and tears in her eyes, she said softly, "Pants too, and socks, and just stand there. Please." In a voice she could not recognise, she added, "I just want to look at you."

She'd known for a long time that she had abnormal thoughts. Thoughts about little girls, about their skin, their smell, taste, hair, everything to do with them. When her daughter had been born she found herself eying the baby, wanting to lick her, caress her and show her how much she needed her. She knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, and had put her lusts into a locked room in her mind.

But they had never died. Seeing Carole for the first time had unleashed all the buried things and they had quickly become ravenous, urgently needing gratification. She doubted if there was anything she would not have done in order to satisfy them. Now, on the verge of their realisation, she was so nervous, so overcome with emotion that she could not help it. She began to cry.

Carole, seeing firstly the tears, then hearing the sobbing, thought she must have done something wrong. She also began to cry; she hated not knowing what the right things to do were. She was a fool, worth nothing, so her mother had told her when she failed to get things right.

Eva looked at her girl and without thought held out her arms and beckoned her into them. They held each other tightly, rocking back and forth, until Eva whispered, unable to hold the words back, "I want you. I want to lick you, suck you, caress you, get my tongue inside you. Then I want you do do the same to me. Do you think you could do that? Anne says you - "

" - We do that all the time. It's called making love. I'd like to do it with you too. You're nice. I like the way you speak. You sound so happy."

And suddenly she was.

She cuddled her angel once more, then began to kiss her soft pink lips. Her very first time of doing something illegal. Of doing something deliciously wrong which also felt so very right. A taste of her kinky heaven.

She felt a return pressure, and their tongues began to play. The pearly gates were opening.

Her hand ran down Carole's side, stroking, sensing, teasing, and as she broke the kiss she felt the girl's hand stroking the fabric of her dress, creating an electric charge that was not on the cloth.

She had intended to take things slowly, a nibble here, a lick there, but the tension was now too great for that. Putting her hands under Carole's armpits, she lifted her from her lap, turned her so she was facing her, shifted her hands to the girl's ankles, sat up straight and said, "Lean back, lean back as far as you can. I've got you. I've got you safe."

Anne had shown Carole the very same thing, so she was not afraid to find herself nearly upside down. Eva pulled her up, one leg each side of her neck, and pushed her tongue into the exposed partly open vaginal lips as far as she could. Hard, thrusting, a tongue-fuck over which she had no control. She was acting out the dream that had haunted her for so many years. Her mind was screaming, 'fuck, fuck, fuck; taste, taste her, swallow her juice, her little girl virgin juice. Yours. All yours.' And she kept it up until her mouth was tired.

As she broke away, she sighed and lifted her lover's body so it was once more sitting on her lap. "Thank you, my dear one, I have wanted to do that for so long. You are such a wonderful girl. Can we do it again later?"

The only response was a nod. Eva looked into the girl's eyes and saw a question. After a moment, she said, "What?"

Carole knew what she wanted to say, but not how to put it. One did not correct grown-ups. Finally, as the silence grew, she did what most girls would do and asked, "Would you like me to do it to you now?"

The idea of having her own sex treated as she had been doing came as a bit of a shock. She'd forgotten how she'd dreamt of that as well. She'd never imagined she'd hear those words from a four year old, but yes, she did want it.

"You are such a clever girl. How did you know? Oh my, Carole, you are all my dreams come true. Come on, let's pull the bedcovers back. "

That done, she said, "Will you help me get undressed?"

A grin. "I like this game." As Eva slipped her skirt down, then her half-slip, Carole said in amazement, "You're wearing stockings. Can I touch?"

A nod. Eva could feel her juices roiling. Small hands glided down the sheer silkiness, a sensual feeling like no other. Eva removed her blouse and necklace, then her bra.

Carole looked up and said, "Your boobs are tiny, aren't they. Anne's are so big. She stood and ran a hand over one, watching as the nipple became engorged. "Do they always get big like that?" she asked, gently pulling it.

"Only when I'm excited, like now. Suck it?'

Carole knew what Anne liked, so she moved between Eva's wide open legs and put her mouth to that huge nipple and pretended it was a milkshake straw, and tried to get the milk that was sometimes there. Her other hand went to the other breast and began to stroke it, and after a few minutes she transferred her mouth to that one.

'So many sensations,' Eva thought. 'So many different feelings. All of them exquisite. I love having my nipples sucked. Love it.'

"You've got really firm boobs, haven't you? Small and hard." Carole had broken off sucking and was stroking them tenderly. "My mother's were small and soft. I like yours." She leant up to kiss her new friend. "I like kissing. I like your lips, they're so red. Like you hair. I wish I had red hair." A four year old courtesan in the making.

After a few minutes of lip to lip, Eva stood and said, "Touch me there?" pointing to her crotch.

The stockings were pantyhose, and Carole could see the swell of her pubes beneath the silk. This was the best place. She didn't have boobs, but she had a cunt. She'd got over her reluctance to say the word. It was a lovely word for a lovely place. And she was going to get Eva to squirt in her mouth. She knew how to do it, and Eva was so good to her. And Eva might learn how to make her feel hot and good. She smiled to herself. She sure hoped so, she wanted to feel that so much.

She squatted down and ran her fingers lightly over the surface. So warm, so silky. And her smell was fresh and strong. She loved the smell between legs. She put her mouth to the place and sucked through the fabric.

Eva shrieked.

Then, a moment later, she said, panting, "Help me pull them down, and my panties. I want you in there. Oh, yes, I want you there so much. S-o mu-ch.'

Down they came, followed by a pair of tiny black panties. As she lay back on the bed, closing her eyes all the better to savour the coming experience, she heard a small shriek from her attendant.

"You've got no hair!"

Opening her eyes, she propped herself up and said, wonder in her voice, "Well, I shave down there. My husband likes it like that. I do too. No hair, all the better to feel everything. And all the better to watch you do it." Carole had not yet noticed the overhead mirror. "Lots of women do it."

"Oh. O.K. then, ready?"

"Oh, yes."

But what she got was nothing like what she had expected. A small tongue began running down her tummy to the left leg, down to the ankle and around the sole, up the other side, repeated on the right leg, before a quick kiss on her mons. Then her bellybutton was sucked, a small sharp bite applied to her still erect nipples, before a finger began circling her labia.

"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear, one lick, two licks and suck her under there." The rhyme was finished by a mouth, vacuum cleaning her clitoris.

Eva had no idea what she said, but it was loud and astonished. She had thought she knew about getting to orgasm, but by God it had never been like this.

"And," the voice continued, "here comes a little hand to find its way inside, fingers first, then all of it, in and out it glides."

She felt an exquisite pain as her lips were dilated and a hand entered her pubis, something she'd never before experienced. And it kept going. She sensed it would be massaging her fallopian tubes before long, and the sensation was so lewd, awful and impossible that she screamed. Not too loudly, just a continuing banshee of discovery.

Then there was the piston. In, out, in out, tempo increasing, the hand expanding her entrance muscles each time. She was beyond orgasm, it was so over the moon, so far away, so -

Then the vacuum cleaner on the clitoris again. Instant heat. Immediate rocket to the top. Her mind spasmed and it came boiling out. Her juice, her shout, her orgasm of eternity. Full, continuing, and unbelievable. A fireworks display in her head, her senses doing Catherine wheels.

She lost touch with reality, could have fainted, but slowly became aware of a little mouth on hers saying "You taste so sweet. Want to try some?" and her lips were coated with juice. Her juice. Her love. Her lover. She did taste nice.

Sometime later they got dressed and went down to dinner. After that Carole went to sleep on the couch, and had to be undressed (what a delightful task) and put to bed.

Eva sat looking at her, so innocent, so wanton, so rich. And it came into her mind that passion, sex, desire, all were best built a little at a time. Not as she'd been, so impatient, so insatiable.

By morning Carole had been brought to her idea of a perfect climax: tender, teasing, and satisfying. She was full of delight, and feeling rather smug; Eva had been such a good pupil, for she had made her feel loved and cared for, not just used. She hoped they would spend two nights here. Eva was very beautiful, and no hair! She'd be shaving hers when she got some. Whenever that was.

Eva, of course, now knew that little girl juice had a flavour all its own. Nectar, it was, and she'd get all she could. She hoped Anne would let her keep her, for a while at least, and that her friend would also be able to teach Cecile the same way. And then at last she might be able to have sex with her daughter. She trembled at that thought, filled with self-loathing for being a pædophile, but finally knowing she was just that. Guilty pleasures filled her mind with delight as she drifted off to sleep, cuddling her beautiful, sexy lesbian Lolita.

TO BE CONTINUED