Chelsea's Story - My Diary, Chapter 3

by Tekoleslita

I took her around a bunch of different directions, telling her "oops, we must have taken the wrong turn" a lot. We talked about everything. She told me about her mom leaving her in a really hard school. And that her dad had died. I told her about my life and me. That my mom was nice and all but that she drank too much. And that she had a lot of boy friends. Not really boy friends that stay with you a long time but guys who stay for a while and then leave.

I couldn't help but look down at Tracy's legs. I think her skirt was so short that when she sat down the hem went way up her thighs. And, I could see more of her legs. I've got to tell you that I was getting the tinglies again. I didn't know if she really felt the same way about me. Heck, I'm only 10 and I don't have a body like she does. I don't really have boobies. And, I don't have any hair yet, you know, down on my private place... er ... pussy I still look like a baby, hee hee.

"I think your getting lost on purpose young lady." She was looking over at me and grinning. I grinned back and said something like 'no, that can't be...why would I do that?' I was grinning too. It was like we had another secret and I loved it. I was so happy I could hardly think. I was dizzy. I was in love, I knew it, I was in love.

"When does you mom come home, sweet heart?" Sweet heart! Wow! I was getting giddy.

I told her that she works real late at night, at a bar. Sometimes she doesn't even come home and I have to take care of myself. Which isn't so bad really. I read a lot and listen to music and go on the Internet. I read stuff there too. That is where I found all these stories I was telling you about. I learned a lot here, too, about life and sex and stuff.

"Let's get something to eat for dinner, then. OK?"

That was cool. She said she would take me to Pletzer's. I heard that is was a real fancy grown up restaurant. When we went in it was dark and with a lot of candles on the walls and tables.

"I would like one of the booths in the back, please." It was obvious she had been here before.

"My daughter and I are here on a girl's night out, a mother-daughter date."

I looked up at her and she looked down at me and smiled with this really mischievous grin. She winked at me. She held my hand and squeezed. I was really – what's the word I want? Well, I was really really surprised and excited.

We sat across from each other in this dark little corner. She picked up the menu and scanned down and then asked me if I liked steak. Heck, yeah, I love steak. So, when the waiter came by she gave him our order and asked for a small bottle of sweet wine.

When he came back, with the rolls and the wine, she thanked him and asked him for a small orange juice glass. No problem he said. I looked over at her and cocked my head a little bit, kinda like asking why she wanted an orange juice glass. When it appeared on the table, Tracy held it up then poured wine in it, to about halfway up the glass. Then she poured some wine into her wine glass and pushed the orange juice glass over to me. She smiled and held her glass up a little and said something like 'here's to new friends'. She waited. And then it occurred to me take the glass and hold it up and clink her glass with mine. She put it up to her nose, closed her eyes and sniffed it.

"Go ahead, honey. Just smell the wine a little. You will get an idea of what you're going to taste." I did; then, real tentatively, I took a little sip. It was something I had never had before so I didn't know what to expect. It was good, though. It was sweet. God, I felt so grown up I shivered!

As we were talking, I felt something on my leg. I went down to brush whatever it was off of me. What I found though was Tracy's stockinged foot. I held it in my hand and she lifted it up and then pushed it toward my legs. She smiled at me, leaned in and whispered "You like that? Does it feel good?"

I told her yes. And she continued to rub my leg with her foot. Then, she began to go higher. She wiggled her toes when she was between my knees. It was almost like my legs knew what to do. They began to open up. Tracy's foot, her toes, began to pet inside my lap. Then, all of a sudden, her big toe touched my priv ... pussy, pushing my zipper up against me. She just held her toes there for a few moments then she started rubbing my zipper, up and down.

I put my hands flat on the table, like I was trying to hold it down.

"Shhh. Hush little one."

I had been making noises. I was embarrassed.

"Don't worry baby, its OK. Just not too loud, OK? I think it is neat that you are feeling good. It makes me feel good, too." She put her hands over mine and we both held the table down. She reached over and took another drink. So did I. She looked so pretty. So wonderfully pretty. I was feeling so sexy I could hardly think. I took another drink and she grinned at me, playfully pushing her toes into my crotch.

Dinner was wonderful. The food was really great. And, we drank another little bottle of wine. I was feeling really warm and cuddly. In the car she told me to get us to my house. I wasn't expecting such a demand. A little disappointed, I did. When we got to my house there was no car in the carport. It was 8 o'clock and it would be hours before mom came home ... if she came home at all.

"Chelse, do you know the name of the bar your mom works at?"

I told her the Bronking Bull, on Castaneda. She took out her cell phone and flipped around and tapped the touch screen. Then, she did another tap and she winked at me. Someone answered and Tracy asked to speak to my mom. What was going on, here? Why would she be calling my mom?

"Hi, my name is Tracy Hannigan, Chelsea's teacher. No, everything is all right. I've been working with Chelsea, tutoring her after school. She is working on a pretty tough science project and she could use some more help. I was wondering whether you would find it OK for Chelsea to work on the project at my house and then sleep over?"

There were some 'unh huhs' and 'yeses' and nodding heads.

"No need to worry. I already took care of dinner and we are at your house. Chelsea could go in and get some nightclothes and clean clothes for school tomorrow. Hmmmm. Yes, I will take her to school of course. Unh huh. Yes. And when you call me tomorrow, let's set up a time for a conference, OK? Yes, of course. I know how hard it is to manage your time. Mmmmmm. Well, if ever you need some help taking care of Chelsea you can call me ... yes anytime. She is a very special and intelligent young lady. OK, well, take care and don't forget to call me."

Whew! WOW! Tracy looked over at me and grinned and told me to get in there and get clothes and stuff for a sleepover. I couldn't move fast enough! It took me about 5 minutes, maybe a little longer. She helped me get my camping bag into the back of her car.

It wasn't more than about 20 minutes when we drove up to a townhouse. It was pretty in the headlights. Tracy just sat there, though. Looking straight ahead. Kinda like she looked when I found her in the school parking lot.

Finally, she took a deep breath, unlocked the doors and told me to get my knapsack and she would get my camping bag. She put her arm around my shoulders as we walked up to the front door.

Inside was so cool. There was a kitchen and just behind it a dining area. Beyond that I could see the fireplace and the living room. Just to the left of the front door was a stairway up to the second floor.

"Come along with me, up to the bed room. You can get changed into your nightclothes and then come on back down. I'll turn on the fireplace and we can have some popcorn and watch a movie on cable, if you want."

What she didn't know was that I didn't really have any nightclothes. All I have is an old pair of yellow shorts and an old sweatshirt. I was upstairs in her room. Her closet door was open and I saw a lot of her clothes. Some I recognized from school. But there was a lot of stuff I had never seen and it was all so nice. I was embarrassed that I didn't have any real nightclothes. No PJs, nighties or anything. I slumped down on the edge of her bed and held my shorts and sweatshirt in front of me on my lap.

"Hey Chelse ... what's goin' on up there? Everything OK?"

I didn't say anything. I heard her coming up the stairs and then she peeked around the doorframe.

She walked in slowly and kneeled down in front of me. "Honey, what's the matter?" She put her hand on my shoulder. I think she was concerned, maybe even scared.

"I don't have any nightclothes, at least real ones." She took the stuff from my lap and held them up.

"Baby, there is nothing at all wrong with what you have."

There was a long pause.

"Sweet cakes, would you like to see what I wear?"

I mumbled yes. She stood up, went over to her closet (it was huge!!) and came back holding a pair of blue shorts and an old sweatshirt! Really!

"Tell you what. Let's both get into our nightclothes together. We won't be ashamed at all." Her smile was so bright.

But, I was stuck in my place. I couldn't move. We would see each other naked! I knew that was what I really wanted but now, I was scared. What if she didn't like what she saw? I'm not very big. I don't have any boobies. Janice says my legs are good looking but I don't know.

Tracy was already taking her clothes off. She had her back turned to me and was taking off her shirt and she wore a little white sports bra. She reached to her left side and pulled down the zipper on her skirt. She let it fall to her feet. She didn't have any tan lines. But, the big surprise was she was wearing a thong! It was soft pink and it went right up between her cheeks. And, I have to tell you, Tracy has the most beautiful butt I have every seen. I think they call it a bubble butt.

She turned around, stepped out of her skirt, bent over and picked it up and put it on a hanger. She looked straight at me and began to pull her thong down. When she stood up, I got the surprise of my life. She didn't have any hair on her pussy! She was as smooth as I was. She winked at me and grinned and walked to the bed and ... me, of course. She sat down; she bent over, looked at me and then slowly removed her knee socks. God, I gotta tell you, her legs were gorgeous, so smooth.

Then, she reached over with her arms and pulled the sports bra up over her head. Tell you the truth, I could hardly breathe. No tan lines there, either.

She stood up, reached over, picked up her shorts and slipped them up her gorgeous tanned legs and over her butt. She turned to me and pulled them up tight. I could see the outline of her pussy.

Like I say, I could hardly breathe. She pulled her old sweatshirt over her head and down around her tummy. Then, she walked over to her chest and pulled out a pair of white socks, walked back to the bed and put them onto her pretty and cute feet.

"There. Half of the job is done." I looked at her sort of curiously.

"You, love muffin. You need to change, too", she giggled

She stood up in front of me and told me to stand up, which I did. She put her hands on both sides of me, around my waist, and pulled up my shirt. I was so embarrassed. Tracy was breathing real hard and fast.

"Oh, Chelse. You are beautiful. Just what I dreamed you might look like." I was shocked, really. I don't have any real boobies, even. Just little buds. And, they are light pink. Not like Tracy's. Her boobs are beautiful. They're not big or anything. Maybe like a small grapefruit. And her nipples are small, too, but brown. The tips were stiff.

Tracy dropped my shirt on the bed and put her hands on my shoulders, then let them drift down my chest and my tummy and my hips.

"Let's take off your jeans, OK?"

Tracy got down on her knees, sort of sitting back on her heels. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. Then, she leaned in and tugged them down my legs. I lifted up one knee and then the other as my pants came off. Tracy took them and put them over next to her night table.

"Oh God, Chelsea. You are so beautiful. And, your friend is right. Your legs are magnificent."

She lifted each foot and peeled off my socks. I stood there, totally naked. Tracy just sat there and ran her hands all over me.

"I don't want you to get dressed again, baby. But, let's go. Here, legs into your shorts. And, now, here is your shirt. Do you want a pair of socks?" I nodded yes and she went over to her chest again and pulled out another pair of white socks. "They're going to be big, but I think you'll look cute with them on. Come on, over here, take a look at yourself."

We stood in front of her full-length mirror. We were together, side by side. She took my hand and we held hands, just like real girlfriends. Tracy was so cute, so incredibly sexy. Her legs were smooth and beautiful. And, her knees still looked cute. :0 Her shorts were still pulled up tight sort of cupping her pussy. She moved behind me, looking at us over my shoulder put her thumbs under the elastic of my shorts and she pulled them up. We looked like twins! Or, sisters. You could see my pussy, too.

"Let's go on downstairs, girlfriend. We have popcorn and a movie awaiting us."

I followed her down the stairs, her cute butt moving side to side. I could tell that Tracy didn't really want to go downstairs. And, I am pretty sure she didn't want to get dressed.

I took a deep breath. We were on our way, on that adventure. Together. Girlfriends. Sisters.