Safe House, Chapter 4

by LesLuv

"Come on, girls, one hand in the air, pointing up, the other hand pointing down, and turn on one foot. Slowly. Round and round. Got it? Good. Now reverse hands and turn the other way. No, Laura darling, other hand up. Cecile, you don't have to do it en point. Oh? You like doing it that way? OK then. Now, as the music gets faster, so do you, changing hands up and down - and don't fall over!"

Eight little girls, some in short frilly dresses, ballet slippers and leggings others in jeans and tops, all having their first lesson in modern dance. The first day at the crèche for two of them, and all of them full of beans and excitement.

A satisfied smile was plastered on Anne's face. Her project was a success. Lots of help from Eva, lots of delicious extracurricular activity for them both, and now Amber, her latest acquisition. What a lovely young woman she was, lithe and bubbly and able to teach little ones nearly anything. Adored by Carole, Cate and Cecile, yet able to be firm at the same time. And with a secret past, a slight Eastern European accent, and sudden bouts of uncertainty. She'd uncover all that in due course. She loved snooping in other people's lives.

A sudden flurry, a cry of pain, and Amber was across to Cecile in a flash, picking her up in one swoop "Oh, you poor thing. Here - let me kiss it better. How it hurts when you land on your bum like that."

'It's not her bum,' Anne thought, 'it's her ankle - but I wish I was her.' All that as the tights, then the panties were pushed down a little so a big wet kiss could be planted on the soft pink skin of the three year old.

A smile, "thanks," and a kiss were Amber's rewards.

Even that little thing sent a tingle through Anne's groin. Little girls and life - what a combo.

The kiss had not gone unobserved by the other kids - Cate and Carole exchanged grins, Laura looked with open mouth, amazed, while one of the new girls, four and a bit Esther, looked with calculated interest before she suddenly also fell to the floor, derriere down, letting out a startled cry as she did so.

When nothing happened, she let out a louder cry and looked up expectantly.

Amber put Cecile down, picked the actress up, whispered something in her ear, got a grin in return, then carried her to the couch where she put her down.

"Well, you have all done very well, so we're going to take a break and get a drink. It's almost time to go, and I expect your mamas will be here soon." She looked at Anne, who nodded. "Right. Come on, last there only has cordial."

When the five day girls had been collected and the three stayers - Carole, Cecile and Cate - had gone to work on their dolls house in the back yard, (another present from Eva), Anne and Amber had coffee and cakes in the kitchen.

"You sure know how to handle kids," Anne said with a big smile.

She got a grin in return. "I looked after three of them for four years - six months to six years, so I leant a few tricks."

"So what did you say to Esther?"

A grin and a snort, then, "I told her she'd be a film star one day."

"And the way you comforted Cecile - well, that was lovely."

"You didn't mind that I kissed her bum?"

Anne bit off her quick reply, and shook her head instead. "No," she said slowly, "I didn't. But - " she paused and looked at the young woman opposite " - I wondered if that was something you would normally do?"

Amber blushed. "Well - um - ", she shook her head slowly, "it seemed like the best thing to do. But, well," she began to turn quite red, her pale skin unable to stop the flow of guilty blood, and added with a shrug of resignation, "well, you might as well know, though I'm sure it will cost me my job. I'm a lesbian."

Anne could hardly keep the smile off her face as she said, a troubled frown creasing her features, "Oh, I see." She held the girl's gaze as she added, "Welcome home." At the startled expression suddenly appearing on the face opposite, she burst out laughing. "So am I!"

"Oh - my - God! Gees, I thought you were hot the moment I saw you, you know, lovely big tits, sultry brown eyes, and a mouth that I wanted to kiss, but no, you ran a crèche, so you couldn't be. You ARE?" Her disbelief was comic.

Instead of answering, Anne rose and went around the table to bend down and brush the pale pink lips that opened to consummate the touch.

A sigh of satisfaction, and Amber's arms were around the neck of her employer, pulling her close as she half rose from her chair. It turned out to be a kiss they would remember for a very long time. Anne had been kissing little girls for the past month, and although wonderful, it did not pack the same punch as having a mature young woman do it. One who knew the little things - a nibble here, a suck there, was not afraid of too much pressure, had an active tongue, and whose enjoyment of the act matched her own.

Amber had been working for and living with a family for the past four years as general factotum; she and the mother of the three girls had developed a pretty hot relationship - until Amber had been caught with her tongue and fingers in the cunt of the six year old. The contract had come to an abrupt halt, and after three weeks of abstinence she was missing the touch of another woman, the perfume, smoothness, and intuitive understanding that women bring to their lovemaking.

Now it felt as if the floodgates had opened and her pent up longing was being unleashed in a torrent. She pulled the older woman closer, felt herself being drawn into an all-body embrace, felt hands tugging at the bottom of her T shirt, and broke the kiss.

It was time to get the show on the road.

The two randy women looked into each other's eyes and saw the flames burning within, the naked lust that turned fantasy into reality. Their attempts at speed slowed nakedness down, but as Anne went to remove her bra Amber held up a hand.

"Let me."

Smiling, she obeyed.

Amber gently undid the hooks, then slid her arms around the chest of the older woman and began to stroke her full, taut breasts.

Ann could feel her friend's tiny breasts with their hard erect nipples pushing into her back, and knew her labia were dripping with the slippery vaginal fluid that nature provided to make penetration easy. Thank heavens that didn't have to be by cock, but could wonderfully be by fingers, hands, dildos, and assorted objects readily to hand. She slid around slowly, trembling with the passion in her heart , and looked at this amazing young woman. There was nothing of her, really, maybe 5' 6", size 10 or so, one hundred pounds tops. But strong. Vibrant. Beautiful with that lean, hungry look that was so exciting. Dark and lithe, and as sexy as hell. She leant and kissed those tender, yielding lips once more.

Briefly, the prelude to the opera. Hinting at the themes to come.

"Fuck me, my love, come, make me cum, and I'll bring you to nirvana too."

The love smiled back, tempting, a goddess of the dream, protruding a tiny amount of tongue as an offering. "Lie back, on the floor, let's begin our own horizontal dance."

The Position. With The Girl. She was so glad she was a lesbian, so glad she was enamoured of women. Luck? Genetics? She didn't care.

The lithe form wafted gently on top of her, head to toe, and Anne saw the dark curls, the open pink lips waiting for their fulfillment, the dew oozing out, the perfume of delight, and she licked the cream like a cat. Heaven. She felt a mouth begin to suck, creating that delightful vacuum that drew her juices out, and she moaned. Oh, yes, this was love.

She slid two fingers inside the labia, into the passage beyond, and moved them around. She was rewarded with a yelp, felt her clitoris being bitten, screamed, nibbled Amber's juicy pink petals, and knew the roiling, frothing orgasm was imminent. More sucking, more thrusting, more spasms and the buzzing in her head was so loud it drowned out the yell of sheer delight that she made.

Then it was upon her, the heart-stopping pounding vibrating sensation that she had craved.

The body on top of her jerked up and down, a voice screamed something joyful, and her mouth was filled with cum. Beautiful juice of the gods. She licked and sucked and the moaning went on and on, mingling with her own until the sun burst through and the birds sang. Life and springtime. Life and love.

Ah....

A moment of peace before she hard Amber give a started yell and suddenly roll off her, followed by something pulling hard on her pubic hair, something else bite a nipple, and she opened her eyes in shock. A mop of red hair was bobbing over her chest as its owner did her work with mouth and fingers.

Another set of lips went to hers and kissed them.

'My god,' she thought, 'I'd forgotten all about them.' Her smile was enormous.

She heard Amber say, "Why, Celia, my love, you are a good girl. Yes, down there. Oh, goodie, you use your hand as well. And a mouth to suck me with. I'm in heaven."

Cate, the kissing girl, left Anne's lips to nestle between her legs, where she continued her sex therapy. No inhibitions, just a four year old sex crazed kid who loved giving what she got. Talk about the golden rule. The crème de la crème of crèche students giving the boss all the love and sex she could stand, and that was lots.

Carole left the breast and went straight to Anne's mouth, sitting there with legs wide, and waited.

Anne loved twats. She realised this at that moment, having been filled with Amber's, and now this wee child's. Different, but delightfully female. That's what really mattered. Gentle licks, a little suck, fingers parting the labia, nose inhaling the scent it was impossible to buy, and a forefinger sliding over the silky slipperiness of the clitoris.

An indrawn breath, then as her tongue probed into the holiest place a moan, a shiver and a movement demanding more.

She obliged, and a few minutes later was rewarded with shudders and a strangled cry. A moment or two more and another bum landed on her head, Cate having decided that a hand in the vagina was worth a cunt on the mouth. Anne had no time to rest her tongue or mouth - but there are other aids, things like one wet fingertip into the rosebud and another into the sweet tube of love. Both gently pulsing, a ring-a-rosy of the tongue at the apex, and five minutes later the twitching, shuddering and yowling form of this child slid from mouth breast before collapsing.

Later, showered, pampered and dressed, thy all went out to dinner. The girls were delightful, hugging each other at the table, and Anne heard one elderly lady at a nearby table say, "Mother, daughter and three girls. What a lovely group."

She felt they were. She'd be more than happy for Amber to be her daughter, and the girls felt like her flesh and blood anyway. So, allowing pretence to go another step, she asked Amber about her history.

"I was born in Rumania, and knew by seven years of age that I liked girls rather than boys, knew that any open display of such things was a very serious offence, and so I remained frustrated - until my older sister told me she was going to America as an au pair. She was nineteen, so I also applied - I was fifteen - and approval finally came when I was sixteen. I eventually got a place in a very nice home, and it was not long before I discovered my employer was into all kinds of lesbianism, except with girls. That was the end of me there. I was so sad. She was a beautiful little girl. She paused, looking sad, then went on brightly, "I'd been pretty bright at school, studied hard, learnt English, and picked up the latest from the kids I looked after. I love I here, and now, well, it's like a dream come true."

Anne knew the rest, and suggested she might like to come and live with her, explaining the agenda, and filling her in on Eva's role.

"Until I can get some more beds, you are going to have to share mine, or with one or two girls. Think you can cope with that?"

A smile turning to a big, big grin was the answer. "The girls look good together, don't they? Let's leave them that way for now, eh? Can I sleep with you, mama?"

TO BE CONTINUED