Bee Sting, Part 1

by louisamay

"Ow, ow, OW!" Lissa clawed at her bathing suit bottom frantically. "Owww, something's stinging me!!" She was simultaneously screaming and crying, pulling at the seat of her suit while trying to jump out of the kiddie pool.

"Lissa, wait, wait, honey, hold on!" I tried to corral her as she ran to me, at the same time swatting at her tush.

She really was close to hysterical. Her big brown eyes were wide with pain and terror as she screamed into my face, "it's stinging me, it's still stinging me, ow, ow OW!"

I tried to calm her. "Where, honey? Where'd it sting you?"

She pulled out the waistband of her suit bottom, hopping up and down in her agitation. "In my bottom! It's stinging my bottom!" And she wriggled out of the suit.

And indeed a rather large insect flew, or rather fell out of the wet suit. A bee. Actually, a yellow jacket. I pointed. "There it is, yep." She turned to look down at her tormentor writhing on the ground. I stepped on it with my sneaker. "No more stinging my friends, you."

Lissa stood shaking, her hands cupping her bare behind. She whimpered. "It really, really hurt."

I put my arm around her frail little shoulders. "Poor little baby." I kissed the top of her wet, curly-haired head. "Let's get you some dry clothes."

She huddled into my arm, her hands still covering her little tush, and I lead her into the downstairs playroom.

Lissa was our next-door neighbors' daughter. A pretty, dark-haired 10-year-old, she was their only child, and loved to come over to play in our backyard kiddie pool. Whether with my own daughter, other neighborhood kids, or all alone, she was here at our house at least once a day. And very welcome. Her parents were somewhat loose about her comings and goings, being pretty party-going people, and we became somewhat of a second, more present family for her.

And I had noticed that Lissa had begun coming over to play more often when I was the only one home. This tickled me, because I'd had my own little crushes on teachers when I was her age. I was even a bit flattered, as motherhood, even for someone still relatively young and fit at 32, had begun to make me feel a bit older, a bit flabbier, a bit less attractive. And here I was happy to be attractive to a 10-year-old girl?! Hey, any little assurance helps. And it was just a harmless crush...

So here we were in the basement playroom off the backyard. It had games, TV, laundry, and a couple of single beds for when Kaylee, my own daughter, wanted to have a sleepover. Kaylee was, incidentally, at dance rehearsal, from which I had to pick her up in a couple of hours.

I was rummaging in a bureau by the beds. "I've got... these tennis shorts..." I continued rummaging. "Or... capris." I held them out. "And I've got a brand new pack of panties by the dryer."

Poor Lissa stood hunched with a towel over her shoulders. She was now naked under the towel, having taken off the wet top as well., and her pretty face was crumpled, her lower lip thrust out, chin quivering. Lord, her eyes were huge. You could just fall into them...

"Ummm, could you...umm..."

"What, honey? What?"

"Um." Her voice was tiny. "It's just... could you look at it?"

"At the sting?" She nodded. "Sure, honey. I should have done that first. I'm sorry." I put the clothes on the drawer and came over to her. "Turn around and let me see."

She turned, showing her little butt. Another, less practical side of my brain noticed how shapely her butt was for someone her age: a very slight curve at her slim hips, and cheeks that had already developed a bit of character... BUT. I looked for the tell-tale sting area -- and didn't see a thing."Where is it, honey?"

"Umm..." she looked over her shoulder. "It's... kind of... IN my bottom."

"In your bottom?"

"Yeah... it stung me..." and a little finger poked out from under the towel and pointed, vaguely, at the very center of her business. "Here."

"Ohh..." I considered. "Well, maybe you should lie on the bed and I can look at it better. You want to do that?"

She looked up at me, and her dark eyebrows rose. I saw a slight blush. "Okay."

"Okay. Just... lie there on the bed, on your tummy. Here, I'll take the towel."

The bed was rather low, so Lissa, moving gingerly, and completely naked, lay down on the bed face-down, her arms folded under her. I looked down at this very unexpected sight. For she was, in her own quirky little way, quite beautiful.

She lay with her legs together, her feet pointed and a bit pigeon-toed. Her back was quite slim, tanned and smooth, until it met her almost-womanly bottom, where two quite distinct dimples topped her butt crack. And she'd obviously spent a lot of time in her little bathing suit, because there was a clear tan line: below those dimples, her little bottom was quite pale. Lovely, really lovely.

I took a breath and sat beside her, facing towards her head. I put my right hand lightly on her back and gently rubbed. "I'll just take a look, alright?"

She nodded into the pillow. "Mm-hmm."

"Okay." Hmm. I still couldn't see anything, even though her crack was open slightly. Must be right in there. With great care, I placed both hands on either side of her crack, feeling the incredible softness of her cheeks. And lightly pried them open.

"Ahh. There it is. The meanie." For indeed, right there on the right side of her hole, within the small, darker halo, and almost in the hole itself, was a deep pink swelling, with an angry red head. "Oh, honey, that must've hurt so much."

Lissa's bottom twitched slightly in my hands. "It did. It DOES."

"Well," as I let the cheeks close, "I'm going to get you some hydrocortisone cream. And I'm going to give you a Benadryl, in case you're allergic."

Her wet-curled head came up. "I don't think I'm allergic. I don't know."

I got the goods from the bathroom cabinet. "Well, just in case." I got a glass of water from the bathroom sink and sat by her again. "Here. Take this," as I handed her the pill and water, "and then we can put some of this," showing her the tube of ointment, "on your boo-boo."

She obediently put the pill in her mouth and washed it down, then handed me back the cup. She smiled bravely. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome." I touched her tiny, button nose. "Such a brave girl. Now let's get this cream on, shall we?" She blushed again, nodded and laid her head back down. I noticed her arms were now out, her hands resting by her head.

I squeezed a dollop of cream onto my right forefinger, then hesitated. "Hmm. How are we going to do this?" I put the tube on the bed and my creamed hand hovered over Lissa's bottom. "Could you -- ?"

The little girl understood, and, spreading her legs apart a bit, she pushed her bottom up and out. "Does that help?"

"Yes, thank you, Lissa dear." The girl's hole was still not completely revealed, but her adjustment had made my job easier. With my left hand, I used my thumb and forefinger to pry apart her inner cheeks. "I'm new at this, honey. I used to take Kaylee's temperature when she was a baby, but this is definitely a first!" I think I babbled on to conceal the strange feelings: just opening Lissa's bottom, and seeing her little anus stretch and quiver slightly, made my insides slowly flip. I could feel my face getting hot.

Lissa sighed. "Yeah. Sorry."

"Oh, honey, please! Nothing to be sorry about. I'm glad I could help. Now I'm going to put the cream on..." and I touched my finger to Lissa's bee sting. Her cute little anus immediately puckered right up, almost taking my finger in with it.

Lissa tittered. "Sorry, it just tickles."

"'Course it does, hon." I slowly began spreading the cream around the sting. "It's not every day someone's putting their finger on your butthole!"

Lissa giggled. Adorably. And her little butthole twitched with her giggle. Adorably, too. I continued to spread the ointment, sometimes even ever so slightly into her hole as well. And I could feel her relaxing; her butt muscles let go, and she let the hand that held her open do its work. Her anus, too, relaxed, and in the stretch of my fingers, revealed the darker pinkness of her insides.

But it was enough. After a few more seconds, I removed my hand. "That should do it, honey." I got up to get a tissue, and to get Lissa some clothes.

"Um... Mrs. Graham?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Um." Lissa leaned up on her forearms. "Could you...umm... could you keep doing that for awhile? 'Cause it makes it feel better."

I sat back down beside her. "Sure, honey. If it makes it feel better." Lissa smiled shyly and laid her head back down on the pillow. I stroked her fluffy, towel-dried hair. "We definitely want you to feel better."

"Thanks." She yawned. "You rock, Mrs. Graham."

"Well, thank you." I squeezed another dollop onto my finger. "You rock, too, Lissa. My brave little rocker." My left-hand fingers spread her relaxed butt cheeks. "Here comes my finger."

"Okay," she murmured, her voice tiny in the pillow. She lifted her bottom slightly.

In contrast to the first time, when her anus contracted so strongly, this time her little asshole was soft -- my finger felt welcomed, as if the little round, dark muscle had decided it liked me.

I drew slow circles, at times dwelling gently on the little sting area, and sometimes circling just a bit deeper, into the even darker, smaller circle of her inner anus. I marvelled at how pliable the little star was, and how sensitive. It seemed sometimes like each tiny crease reacted to my touch separately. I also noted that the delicate lips of Lissa's bare little vagina, just beneath my ministrations, had opened slightly, and glistened.

As I circled, I hummed softly, improvised little lullabies, as much to keep myself calm as anything. And for a while I heard, just barely, tiny hums of pleasure from the pillow. Then they stopped. Lissa was completely relaxed. Indeed, she'd fallen fast asleep.

"Lissa?" No response. Well, the little girl had had quite an adventure. Plus Benadryl. And here I was, still massaging her wound. Well, if I were honest with myself, I'd have to call it 'fingering her asshole.' Because that's what I was doing now, for no reason, now that she was asleep, other than my own perverse gratification.

But God, her little hole was so soft, and slick... I had to admit, shamefully, that I was incredibly turned on. I just wanted to lean down and lick that darling little hole of hers. Shameful.

"Lissa? Honey?" Still nothing. She was breathing deeply. I circled inwardly, towards her tiny dark center. And slowly, God forgive me, I began sinking my finger into her hole. With all the lubricant, it glided easily. Further, slowly, until my finger was in to the second knuckle. So intimate. My finger felt such warmth inside her. I let it stay for seconds on end, then lightly, very lightly, wiggled...

And without any warning, Lissa's whole bottom squeezed around my finger, my whole hand practically. My heart nearly exploded. But it seemed she was still asleep, and she merely made a soft, sleepy mewing sound, smacked her lips, and relaxed her bottom again. My finger was still in, and had actually sunken even further during her little sleep spasm. It was now pretty much all in.

But that was enough for me. I very slowly withdrew, watching her tiny anus muscles stretch out to release me. And just as my fingertip was leaving, the little hole, temporarily widened, let out a little double 'pfft!' of a fart.

Adorable. I covered her with a blanket.