Katie's Friend Teddie, and Mommy's Friend Too

by little-g

The following is fiction. It never happened. Neither does the author wish for it to happen. It is merely a story shared with like-minded readers.

Katie's friend told her, the last time she slept over, that sometimes she lets grown-ups touch her between her legs because it tickles. And sometimes she lets them touch her there because it just feels nice. And sometimes, because it makes her cunny tingle.

The young girl asked her, "What's a cunny?"

Teddie frowned and pointed between her legs, whispering, "here, silly! What do YOU call it?"

Katie could feel herself blushing. "I don't know," she replied, softly, as she looked down at her ankles.

Sitting on the bed, cross-legged, knees touching, toes sparring, they knew they weren't supposed to be up so late. And now Teddie was talking about things Katie didn't understand. But she wanted to.

She wanted to understand.

The older girl had just turned 10, the younger 9. They had their birthday parties together since they were 5 and 4. Now the older had little bumps in front. The younger had none. The older let people touch her there. The younger didn't even know what it was called. It was Friday, and this time they were sleeping at Teddie's. They spent some time at the party before her Mom tucked them both in. Now, three hours later, they were still up and could hear her Mom and her friends playing a game in the living room. They were drinking wine.

It was midnight.

With a mischievous look in her bright green eyes, Teddie took Katie by the wrist and pulled her over to the closet. She pushed her inside, and with her finger over her mouth, said,

"Shhhhhh, stay here and watch, okay? OKAY?"

"Okay," said the littler one.

Katie dropped down to her knees and waited in the dark of her best friend's closet, with soft dresses rubbing against the back of her neck. Listening as closely as she could, through the crack in the bedroom door, she could hear Teddie's funny cackle, and then a woman laughing too. Then she heard them coming down the hallway. Then she heard them coming into the bedroom. Pulling back into the dark of the closet, her little heart racing, Katie leaned forward slowly to see a grown-up woman sitting on Teddie's bed. Leaning forward a little more she watched as the woman pulled Teddie up sideways onto her lap. Teddie rested her forehead against the woman's warm neck. Then, giggling, she quickly turned her body and dropping both legs down, straddled the woman's right leg. The woman said,

"You waskiwy wabbit!! I should have KNOWN what you were up to!"

"Oh alright, one more time, just like before, little one? Last time, you promise? And do we talk about this with anyone?" The woman and the young girl shook their heads from side to side.

"Noooooo, we don't. It's our little secret." The girl nodded. "Yes." whispered the woman.

The woman then inched herself to the very edge of the young girl's bed. Spreading her legs open and grabbing the young girl's hips, she pushed the ten-year-old down her pale thigh toward her knee.

"Okay, you ready Teddie?"

Teddie giggled like a toddler, and began swinging her bare legs forward and back, forward and back, all the while holding onto the older woman's T-shirt. The woman's hands were safely tucked away on the bed, on either side if her. They looked deeply into each others' eyes, as Teddie's giggles turned to whimpers, which then slowly to little huffs of breath.

After a few minutes, the woman scolded her, "C'mon little one, yer Mom will wonder where we are. You need to hurry!"

The young red-head looked into the grown-up's eyes, but didn't reply. Neither did she move any faster. Nor did she swing any harder. The woman, impatient, finally exclaimed,

"Ohhhhh, I see...............you want Tammy to help you, don't you. You want Tammy to help you, just like at my house, huh. You want Tammy to help you?"

"Well, you know the rules, young lady. You need to ask..............."

"God, you just love playing shy, don't you! Tammy KNOWS you're anything but shy. Now, ask for what you want now, like a good girl, little one..........."

The ten-year-old whispered, "help me......"

"Good girl......."

Teddie's and Katie's little hearts both skipped a beat, hearing those two little words.

Tammy gracefully lifted her right hand and presented it, palm up, onto her upper thigh. Her fingertips just five or six inches from the warmth of her best friend's randy, young daughter.

In the black closet, Katie stopped breathing. It was like time had stopped. It was as if they were all moving in slow motion, her best friend staring into the eyes of a woman her Mom's age. The woman's hand laid there, just like a child's tricycle seat.

"Come on, then, little one. Come and get what you wanted. Hop onto Tammy's hand."

Teddie inhaled sharply, then breathed quickly and shallowly, like a kid at Christmas. She grinned from ear to adorable ear. The nipples on the tops of her little bumps, strained out against her tight, pink nightie, making tiny shadows on her chest. With both hands she took hold of the woman's arm, and inched herself slowly up the warm, bare thigh.

Katie raptly watched. It seemed to her as though these two had done this all before. If Katie had known then what a ritual was, she would have called it just that.

Teddie wiggled forward. And as she got closer, lifted herself slightly. She looked down as the woman slid her hand forward slightly, meeting her half-way and both older and younger girls watched as Tammy slid her fingers under the cotton nightie, and between the ten-year-old and her naked, tensing thigh. Tammy lifted her wrist, pressing it against Teddies' belly, and cupped her long fingers around the young girl's mound, squeezing gently. Teddie suddenly slumped against the older woman's breasts, arms hanging lifeless, her head curled down and cradled by the inside of the woman's elbow.

"Now, now, sweetheart." Tammy whispered, as she stroked Teddie's shiny, red hair. "Just let Mommy's friend make you feel alllllllllll better. That's it.........move your hips if you want, and Tammy rub you. Tammy rub your lovely cunny now. Tammy rub that swollen little kitty for Teddie, huh? Yes, she rub that tiny little cunny for baby girl............."

Katie, kneeling in the darkness of her friend's closet, couldn't feel her body any longer. But still, it was shaking. Shaking like she just stepped out of Lisa's swimming pool, naked, in the dead cold of Chicago's winter. Shaking like she would fall apart. Shaking, because she heard her best friend call the older woman.........................

"Mommy"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, she wants Tammy to be her Mommy, does she? That's new.............I think I like that....................Tammy be Teddie's Mommy and rub her cunny? Rub her little cunny 'til her belly ache goes away? Yes? Teddie's belly be alllllll better soon, huh. Teddie's kitty make her forget all about her sore little belly, huh. That's a girl........good girl............be all better soon.................."

Then that little red button. Straining out against the cotton, works its way to the side of her soaked undies. Works its way between "Mommy's" fingers.

"There it is...........there's Mommy's little friend..............Mommy's little friend coming out to play, huh little one? That's it, up and down now. Up and down. Mommy help you."

Tammy's other hand moves down and under the young girl's bottom. She helps Teddie move up and down. "Up and down like the teeter-totter. Up...................and..............down."

"That's a girl..........Such a good little girl, isn't she."

Teddie's hand slides slowly up and wraps its way around the back of the woman's neck. She squeezes it hard. Uses it for leverage. She straightens her young body. She pulls herself up onto that hand. Onto it, then higher. Up and higher, where the hand meets the wrist, while the woman's fingers slip under wet cotton, and behind. Behind and between. Wiggles between, and deeper. Finger bends and touches her tiny place. Teddie jumps. Then sinks down onto that finger. Right on down until it slides slowly inside her. Right down until she loses her breath. Right down until she loses control.

Loses control of her young little body..........

As Katie stares. Katie stares and listens. Katie stares, listens, and rubs herself shyly between her younger little legs.........