The Safe House, Chapter 3

by LesLuv

Anne and Eva stood in the doorway of the playroom and looked in awe at the three girls sitting on the bench. Carole, Cate and Cecile holding hands and whispering. Serious, soft and sensitive girls doing what girls of all ages do best - form bonds and help each other.

Cate had arrived at the Safe House the previous day, and she had a problem. Not of her making, and one that Anne had promised she would try to help with, but one that made this nearly five-year-old girl difficult. Her mother was in hospital under observation for high blood pressure at seven months of pregnancy; her father was caught up in a transport shutdown overseas, and Cate had been sent to stay at her grandparents'. Two days after she arrived her gran had fallen and broken a hip, grandpa could not cope, and the help line had suggested she might be able to stay at the new crèche that had just opened, The Safe House.

Anne had agreed reluctantly. She was not in the business of counseling kids, or their parents, but she could not allow any girl to be shuttled from unknown to unknown. In her view, every girl was important. But how did one deal with someone who refused to speak, would either curl up into a ball or scream uncontrollably, refused to eat and had to be sedated so they could get some sleep?

The answer was so simple she mentally smacked herself on the head. You let girls about her own age in on the scene. Especially girls like Carole and Cecile. The two of them had arrived back separately at the crèche the previous evening, Carole with Eva after a night and most of the next day having fun and games, then Eva had gone to pick up her daughter from her ex.

Carole had been so full of her adventures - shopping and eating were more important to her than the big buzz she had got from Eva's tongue and fingers - that the presence of a strange girl meant little. When Cecile had arrived the two girls had played and talked, then gone to bed, exhausted. Carole's room had two single beds, but although the girls were asleep when they were put one in each, their mothers sighed with pleasure and delight when they peeped into the room the following morning.

"Will you look at that?" Eva was smiling fit to kill.

"Mother's daughters, eh?" Anne was shaking her head in wonder. Side by side, holding hands, red hair and blonde hair mixed, gently breathing each other's perfume, they were as angelic as any picture could be.

The two women found their arms had gone around each other's waist, drawing them to a new sense of unity.

"Funny, isn't it?" Eva said softly.

"This?" Asked her friend, indicating the sleepers.

"No, us. Last night. I was so sure that - "

"Me too. I do love you, though. But - "

"Yes. Me as well. You imagine one thing, but the reality is different. I've always known I was a lesbian at heart, and I've always enjoyed my odd flings, but to find I love girls more - well, it's funny. And a bit unsettling."

"Go on! You just find me too old and unattractive, I know. "

"Never. You're the most wonderful old unattractive person I know."

They giggled. The truth was, Anne knew, that her yearning for Carole had taken the place of all other real desires. Her heart had not been in their attempted lovemaking, and when this was discovered, Eva sheepishly admitted that she too had fallen for Carole so heavily that she could think of no one else.

They grinned at each other, then Eva said, "Come on, I'll race you to the shower."

That was when Cate had come to the doorway of the bathroom and had begun to cry again. The sight of two women soaping each other and kissing in the shower didn't seem to alarm her, and although having to break off their watery games, Anne said, "You finish your shower. I'll see what I can do."

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before bending to pick up the distressed girl, but was fought off with fists and shoves.

"I want my mother." The cry was awful. "Where's my mum. I want her."

Anne backed off, wondering what on earth she had got herself into.

Eva got out of the shower, knelt down in front of Cate, took her hand in her own, and said softly, "Mummy is not here. Will I do? I know about little girls. We can go to find your mum. Will you let me do that?"

A small nod of a tear stained face, and Eva reached out and gently brought the girl into a cuddle. "Come on, let's get some breakfast first, hey?" She stood up, holding Cate to her.

"You're all wet."

"And so are you. Yuk. Come on, let's get you into the shower, then some nice clean clothes, then a big breakfast. What do you like?"

The bathroom cries had woken the two cherubs, and, sleepy eyed and a little bewildered, they had watched this strange girl be showered, dressed, and introduced. Breakfast had been a hungry affair, but afterwards Carole had more or less taken over.

"I'll show you around," She'd said importantly, "and the things your mum brought for me the other day - " this to Cecile - "and then we can play."

And now, here were three girls in cahoots, with not a tear in sight.

And Carole was still holding court. She'd shown them the house, and her book and clothes, then off to the play room, and there they'd sat and talked.

As the women watched, there were disbelieving cries from the other two, and Cate's voice rising in wonder above Carole's. "But that's what my mother and I do! But it's only us. It's a big secret. No one else does that."

"You want to bet?" Carole was at her cheekiest and brightest." Without waiting for an answer, she looked up at the two women and called out, "Cate doesn't believe we do those things." Then, turning back to the new girl, she added, "So I'm going to show you. Can we do it now, please?" This last to the parents again.

Parent's mouths were open in astonishment. Miss Bossy Sexy-britches at her peak, uninhibited and unafraid. They looked at each other, shrugged shoulders, and went meekly to their fate.

The three girls regarded their elders with interest, although with different expectations. Mistress Carole was enjoying her new found power so much that she stood and said, as she gave everyone her best smile, "Could you take off your dressing gowns, please?"

They bravely let their garments fall to the floor.

Cate gave a squeal. "But - but you're just like my mum." She was pointing at Eva. "You've got no hair either. And you've got big pink nipples. You're - you're - "

" - Then come to me and make me cum!" Eva was not slow on the uptake. "Come and fuck me with your mouth. Fill me with your fingers. I" - imperious, now - "am your mother."

Cate stood, seemingly mesmerized, went to her lady, knelt before her and ran her fingers across the open oozing lips.

A sigh that could end all sighs escaped from Eva's mouth. Heat, heart and head, all racing, all primed, all ready for lift off.

The ministrations began.

"And you, my sweet young girl, may come to me and do the same." Anne was smiling at Cecile.

That girl, however, was too nervous for something so adventurous, even though she could see Cate doing things to her mother that made her jealous. She shook her head, looking fearful.

"It's all right, you know." Carole was whispering, encouraging. "Come on, I'll show you. It's really lovely - look at Cate, she's enjoying herself."

And she was. Eva had clamped the girls head between her thighs and was rocking back and forth, moaning with delight as mouth and fingers did their work.

Cecile was still not convinced, so Carole said, "Look, I'll show you. I'll do it to you, and you'll see how lovely it is. OK?"

Cecile's reply was drowned by her mother's orgasm, which grew from a rumble to a rollercoaster before sighs of satisfaction filled the air. Thinking her little friend had said 'yes', Carole began working Cecile's pyjama bottoms down, but that caused a sudden outburst of crying.

If there is one thing that any mother is alert to, it's the sound of her child's crying. Eva was brought back to the moment at once, and she moved towards her daughter without regard to her current position - which was unsettling, to say the least, for her attendant, who was still clamped limpet-like to the nether regions of this lady who gushed. As a consequence poor Cate dropped to the floor, her head making a dull thump while her arms tried to keep hold to the now moving legs.

Eva became aware of her discomforting, glanced down and said, "Oops, sorry, my love," before bending down to pick up her daughter. She was also suddenly aware that what she had just been doing may well have traumatised her child, and was all prepared to cuddle and comfort, but Cecile was strong and agile for her age, and immediately struggled to get out of mother's grip.

"No, no Mummy, I want to do it to you. I want to. Not fair. She"- pointing at Cate - "gets to do it always. Not fair."

Carole looked at the now laughing Anne, at Cate who was sitting on the floor with her mouth open in astonishment, then went to her new friend and kissed her. "Doesn't she taste delicious?"

Cate put her arms around Carole and kissed her back. When they broke, she said, wonder in her voice, "I think I'm going to like it here."

They turned as giggles from Cecile grew louder, and saw that her mother was standing over her daughter, who was sitting on a chair, her little hand and arm driving inside her mama's cunt while she sucked on the clitoral area.

The two girls joined the giggling. What a place this was! What a wonderful place!

Anne came into their view, smiling, and with a little movement of her head indicated that she did not want to be left out of the fun. The two girls grinned at each other, beckoned Anne to them, with Cate taking to honours of premier administrator in the orgasm stakes. Carole didn't mind, her turn would come, and she stood to fondle and suck the beautiful breasts of her new mother.

Anne bent down and kissed her daughter, hard and long, and felt herself being drawn to heaven's portal. She'd never dreamt of having two girls at once, but oh, how sweet it was. As little lips and mouth played and sucked, as fingers and hands played and teased, the heat began to grow inside her, the tension and surge of hormones, her heart starting to do a tom-tom, the shakes began in her legs, and as her friend Eva went into her final countdown, she felt herself get to the same place.

"Ah..... Oh..... Yes, yes, yes, fast, fuck, yes, fuck, oh shit I'm cumming. Ahh....... ahhh....."

And she collapsed onto the couch as the front doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," said Carole - who was the only one still with a semblance of clothing, with no cum covered lips, and who had breath enough left to speak.

Eva, then Anne, then the two girls began to laugh. There could be no other crèche in the world quite like this one.

A few moments later Carole came back into the room, carefully closing the door behind her. "There's a lady out there who says she has an appointment. Her name's Amber. She's really pretty."

"Oh, my goodness." Anne was suddenly trying to put herself to rights as quickly as possible. "I'd forgotten all about her. What time is?"

"Who knows?" Replied Eva. She looked at the girls. "Fun time, isn't it?"

As Anne hurried out, Eva put her finger to her lips. Silence and grins followed. When the sound of footsteps had passed the playroom door and receded toward the office, Eva looked at her daughter and said softly, "It's your turn now, my love."

"But - "

"Lie on the couch. You've been good to me, I want to be good to you. That's it, on your back, open legs, close your eyes, and here comes your present."

And Eva finally fulfilled her secret desire. Lick her daughter, play with her tiny clitoris, stroke her skin, kiss her until she was covered in her mother's love.

"That's nice," her girl murmured. "Do it some more, Mummy."

Carole and Cate exchanged glances. With a grin they knelt beside this wonderful woman and began their own games. One tongue to lick and probe her bum, one mouth to suck and eat her dripping cunt, and four hands to stroke and caress her skin.

"Oh, my God!" Eva was unable to stop her exclamation. She had never imagined how erotic life could get. It was not too long before she and her daughter had their epiphany at the same time. 'That,', she thought to herself as Cecile squirmed and gasped and she did much the same, 'is real bonding.'

When Anne came back in twenty minutes the sight that greeted her was so beautiful that she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Two four-year-old girls with their arms around each other, lying on the floor, kissing and licking each other, and mother and daughter, lying on the couch cuddled together in apparent slumber.

'But,' she thought, 'to come across a scene like that, it would have to be in a safe house, wouldn't it?'

To Be Continued