Nia's Party ch3

by Lousia May

Needless to sat, we never got around to an actual Beauty Pageant Swimsuit Competition. The accessories lay on the floor by the bed, while my new best little friend and I spent the rest of the too-brief afternoon exploring each other's lips, and holes, and smells. . .

And before long, her mother was beeping her horn out front, and I very chastely saw her off. And had no idea when next we'd meet. Which drove me CRAZY, but such was this kind of obsession. I was willing to put up with quite a lot, for a few moments in paradise. In Nialand.

And it wasn't until a week, a whole WEEK later, that I looked up from my stacks, and there she was! With her Mom, as usual, who waved at me. Nia wore her rather longish school skirt, and had a little smirk on her face, but I could detect the twinkle of joy there, too. They were in a deep discussion, it seemed, about a few books her Mom was going through.

On seeing me, Mom took Nia's hand and strode over to me. I was in a far corner of the Children's Room, by a reading table, which was unoccupied.

Mrs. Lopes dumped the books on the table. "What do YOU think: Nancy Drew? (she threw a meaningful look over at Nia, who rolled her eyes) Or Harry Potter?" (which brought a silent but well-mimed cheer from the girl.)

"Well. . ." I did NOT want to be seen as taking sides here. Didn't want to alienate Nia's RIDE! Disgraceful. But practical. Hmmm.

"See? Told you she wouldn't tell you! I'm goin to the bafroom. I hope I've got something to read when I get BACK." My precious scurried off. Did she just throw me a little wink? She called back, "Something GOOD!"

Her mother looked at me from under her brows. Same eyes, same brows. Actually, a very pretty woman; dark, fiery, with fine dark body hair that Nia was just beginning to show hints of. "Don't let her bully you, Louisa."

She pointed a mock-lecture finger at me. "I know she can wrap you around her little finger, (now where could she have gotten THAT idea?), but THIS is something you have to stick to your guns about!" She smiled as she said it, but I recognized the seriousness of her stand.

"She doesn't bully me, Mrs. Lopes."

"Nilda, please. And forgive me, but I know how much she has you playing her little costume games, and you really don't have to. It's silly."

"No, no, really, I enjoy it. I used to love playing myself, and we've had that big old boxful of costumes for so long. . ."

"Well. . ." she eyed me doubtfully, but thankfully not in the doubtful way I'd worry about. "Thank you, all the same. Dios mio, but she loves to play those costume games! It's all I heard about!"

"I'm glad. . ." wondering what my little Chanel could have gone on about. And speak of the little devil, here she was, eyes a-twinkle.

"Well? Do I get a GOOD book? Or a bo-o-o-ring book." She twisted her upper torso charmingly from side to side. Her mother looked at me.

"Ohhh, I see. . .Well, hmmm. . ." I looked at Nia, then her Mom, and back, and back again. "I'd saaaaaaay. . ."

"What???!!" Nia exploded.

"Calm down, calm down. . ." Fun torturing her in this tinu moment with her Mom watching. But enough. "Nancy Drew." Mrs. Lopes grinned.

Nia wailed, "Ohhhh BOOO!!"

"Hey, when you finish one mystery, maybe you'll be allowed to read one Harry Potter. Maybe."

Her mother smiled. "Maybe."

Nia looked downcast, but seemed to weather it. "Ohhhkay. . .let's look at the others." She nodded to the books on the desk. They both walked over to them, her Mom turning and saying 'thanks'.

And I thought, ah well, that was fine, if that's it, a small gift. And I went back to stacking my books from the cart in the corner. Every so often I'd cast a glance over and see the two poring over the books, and some papers they seemed to refer to.

And they both faced away from me, standing over the table, so I was NOT prepared when I glanced over to see Nia, who'd made sure to position herself just behind her Mom, casually lift up the hem of her school midiskirt. And she was naked under there!! She stood listening to her Mom, making sure mine were the only eyes, and showing me her bare bottom! Ohh, I almost fainted in the aisle.

And I could see a little smirk, under that concentrated mien, that told me, sing-songed to me, and only me-- ha, ha, my naked heinie. . .don't you wanna kiss it, ha-ha, hahahaaa . . Indeed, the little butt did a veeery slight little gyration, a tiny wiggle.

And when her Mom leaned in to page through a certain book, the little imp actually took her cheeks in hand and spread for me, in one brazen grab. There, oh, there was my luscious little hole, and the delicious purple-dark line beneath. And just as quickly -- curtain, as her mother rose back up. And a small, prim, angelic smile back to me. Imp! Devil!!

I had to have her. Now. How? I don't know, I don't know. . . but if not her, then ME, and soon.

And at that very thought, the two had done, somehow, and Nilda Lopes was coming back to me. "I'm going Paperback-hunting, so just keep an eye on La Nia Loca, OK? She's gonna look for some more stuff here, I think."

I swallowed. "Si, no problema."

She chuckled. "Gracias," and went off.

And as she left the room, I watched Nia's eyes go from her book, to her Mom, to me, and lock. She smiled wickedly. I tilted my head towards the bathroom, and started off. It was the single, for employees, large for accessibility, and I looked around to see no one was there. We scurried in and I locked the door.

She immediately laughed loudly. "Ahh-hAAA!! I got you SO BADD!"

I grinned at her, and grimaced. "ShhHHH!! We gotta be quiet. And we don't have much time."

"For what?" Again the innocent. She stepped towards me.

But I wasn't having it this time. "Come here, for what. . ." and I grabbed her to me, and embraced her, leaning down to kiss her. She turned her face up, saying a soft, "Ohhhhh!" And we kissed, hard, deeply, and my hands slid up her bare legs to her bare, bare bottom under that skirt.

"You devil," I murmured into her mouth, and she giggled and bit my lip. I grabbed both small cheeks and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me, as my hands began working at her bare, slick little puss. Immediately, I tasted the change in her mouth, the tang that exploded like a ripe fruit, as she moaned and dug her mouth, lips and tongue onto mine. Her hips were moving, grinding into me as I ravaged her little cunt, and she began to pant, breaking away for gulps of air.

I fell slowly to my knees on the bathroom rug, and peeled her off of me, to lay her on the ground. With the bottom of her skirt underneath, I raised the front high, and pushed her thin legs waaay apart.

She looked at me, mouth wet and open. "Oh, Miss Louisa. . .kiss me like before." Her hips thrust at me. "Pleeease? Make me explode like you did."

"MMmmmm," was all I could say, and I dove into her, eating her delicious, wet pinkness up, just licking, and slopping, and sucking and tonguing. Before long, she was arching herself up into me, driving her little pussy as deeply into my ravening mouth as she could, making little mewling, chuffing sounds. I felt her coming, and reached under and sank my middle finger into her dripwet asshole, up to the first knuckle, and wiggled.

And she came buckets, she literally squirted. I'd always thought that a myth, but here was my little girl, spasming against me, grunting, and I felt precious tiny squirts of milky come just barely buzz my tongue. It was delicious. My beautiful girl's darling inside juice, for me. With a tang of Nia pee. Wonderful.

And she collapsed onto the rug. I arranged her skirt, gave her a loving, longshort kiss, and pulled her up. "Wake up, honey. Company." I smoothed her hair, and my own. "You first." She made a little pout face, and hugged me weakly. As she opened the door, I said, "Soon again?" She smiled, and nodded slowly, then closed the door behind her.

I took my time leaving the bathroom. I had things to do first.

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