Chelsea's Story - My Diary, Chapter 5

by Tekoleslita

The movie was over, the Batman movie with Keith Leger. I cuddled up next to Tracy, her arm over my head and around my shoulder. The fireplace was on. It was natural gas she said. The popcorn bowl was empty and so were our Coke Zeros. My too big socks were crumpled up around my ankles.

"You OK, Trace? You seem kinda far away."

"No, love muffin. I'm OK. I was just remembering some stuff."

"Good stuff?"

There was a pause then she said "Yes sweetie, it was good stuff. And, that good stuff makes me feel very close to you."

"Will you tell me?"

She paused again then said "Some day, kitten, some day. I think I would like sharing it with you. I want you to know me. Like I want to know you." She pulled me up even closer to her, cuddled me and kissed my head.

I like being with Tracy. And, I want her to kiss me again. I looked up at her and whispered, "Will you kiss me?"

"Nothing would make me happier." She wrestled me up on her lap, held my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue brush across my lips and then pry them open. Her tongue ran across my teeth and I opened my mouth. Her tongue went in and began to wash all around my mouth and my cheeks. I poked her tongue with mine and then we were like a sword fight, our tongues playing and darting around. Our lips were wet from all our spit. She pulled away a little bit and gently licked it all off.

"Was that an OK kiss, love muffin?"

"Oh Tracy, that was wonderful. I want so much more, though. I'm greedy," I said with a grin on my face.

"Chelse, I have to talk to you about something, OK?"

She had become all serious. I sat up, crossed my legs and held my breath. It was a signal that I was ready to listen.

"Chelsea, I have always liked girls. I've even loved a couple. But there is something else. When I say girls, I discovered today that mostly mean little girls. Like you. I don't know why. And, baby, you are the first little girl I have ever kissed, cuddled or touched. Between us I think this is OK. But, most other people wouldn't agree. In fact, what we are doing is against the law. If someone were to learn about us they most likely would call the police. They would arrest me and I would go to jail. You would be OK, though. You would still be with your mom and go to school."

"Trace, don't worry. I won't tell any one. I don't want to share you or us with anyone. We are real girlfriends, aren't we?"

"Yes we are. No question. I guess I am talking about this because I don't want to cause you pain. And, I don't want to go to jail. I know it must sound selfish. But I don't think there is any way to escape this ... this ... situation. I want us to be together like nothing I have ever wanted before. I know we haven't known each other very long, but what I am feeling is love. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, to care for you, to keep you safe..."

I wanted to cry. I reached out and put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. We just stayed that way ... it seemed like a long time. Then, she lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes. Her green eyes just seemed to swallow me up.

"I want you to be my little lover. I want to know you all over, inside and out, up and down. I want to be your big lover. I want you to learn all about me, inside, outside, up and down. I want us to be together." She leaned into me a kissed me, on my lips, real gentle like.

Trace stood up and lifted me up. Then, she scooped me up, my legs over one arm and my back against her other arm.;

"Would you like to make love, sweet heart?"

I nodded. Didn't really know what that meant but I knew it had a lot to do with us being close together. It probably meant we would be naked together, in her bed. I nodded again then whispered, "Will you love me? I mean, make me feel good? Will you let me learn how to make you feel good? Its about sex, right?"

She looked me in the eye and said "Yes, its about sex. But a whole lot more. Sex doesn't always mean love. When you have sex with some one special, then you aren't just having sex. You are making love. It's very different. It's enough to make you feel all filled up."

Tracy began walking toward the stairway. Each step up seemed to take us closer to that fill you up love.

When we got into her bedroom Tracy put me down on my feet. We could see us standing together in her full length mirror. Twins. Sisters. Lovers. It didn't seem possible that this beautiful lady could see anything in me. But she did. I watched as she put her arm around me.

"Tracy, you are so beautiful. And, your cute too. And really sexy. I am so lucky that you love me."

"Chelsea, I'm the one who's lucky. I think you love me, too. And don't you ever think you aren't beautiful, cute AND sexy. You are!" We both moved at the same time, turned around and walked to the bed. Tracy sat down on the edge and asked me to stand in front of her.

"Like I said, I can't take my eyes off of you. Would you dance for me if I turn on the stereo?"

What a deal! I love to dance. The music started. It was a slow love song. I began to sway back and forth. I opened my arms and twirled around. I felt to smooth, so soft. My eyes were closed and then the music changed and it was a rock song with a strong beat. I began to twitch my hips, push them out in front of me and back. I was doing dancing like you see on MTV and VH1. It was sexy. I opened my eyes a little and watched Tracy. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was too. When the commercials came on I stopped dancing. Tracy just sat there looking at me. It made me feel good that she liked my dancing.

The commercials ended and the music started up again. "Trace? Trace, will you dance for me?" She seemed a bit ... ah ... startled? Unsure.

"Chelse, I would love to." And she began dancing to the music, pushing her hips and her pussy out and in. Then, wow, she picked up and held her boobies. She closed her eyes and put her head way back. She looked so hot. Then, I noticed that she was playing with her nipples. She was pulling them, twisting them. Her legs were moving and so sexy. I love her white socks. I don't know why. They just make her legs look so sexy.

The song changed and it went into a swaying rhythm. She put her hands on either side of her shirt and began to pull it up, over her head. And her boobies just went back and forth and up and down. Her nips were dark and pointy.

Then, she put her thumbs into the waist of her shorts and began to tug them down. Not all the way, though. She grinned at me, spread her legs and she – uh – teased me. She pulled her shorts down a little lower, turned around and pulled them down and showed me her beautiful tanned butt. She turned around again and pulled her shorts up real tight and I could see the outline of her pussy. I sat there totally entranced.

"Trace, please, take them off! Now. I want to see you naked!" My voice sounded like a little kid's but I was serious. "Take them off. I have to see your pussy." She sorta stopped and looked at me?

"Pussy? Where in the hell did you learn that?"

"All the kids say it. And cock and cunt..." I yelled back.

"Hold on, love muffin, hold on." She smiled at me. "It's OK. I just didn't – er – wasn't expecting it, that's all." She went back to moving with the music. She cupped her little boobies and pinched her nips.

My mouth got real dry. I put my hand down between my legs and started rubbing myself. Tracy turned around again, pulled down her shorts and showed me her butt again. Then she pulled her shorts back up, real tight and turned around. She signaled me to come over to her. She held out her hand and we started dancing together. I started dancing like she was doing. She leaned over and gently pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it away. She placed my hands on the waist band of her shorts and then put hers on my shorts. She started tugging them down. I grinned and started doing the same for her.

Oh God! I got them down below her pussy. She was so bald. So wet. I took a deep breath through my nose and smelled her. It was so imanate. (Is that the right word?) So close, you know? She got my shorts over my knees and I stepped out of them. I kneeled down and pulled her shorts down and she stepped out of them. I looked up and there was her pussy.

"Come here love muffin." She guided me over to the bed and playfully pushed me down on it. I grinned, my legs were spread real wide in the air.

"Do you want me to take my socks off?"

"No baby girl. You look so cute with them on. You want me to keep mine on?" I nodded.

She lay down next to me and wrapped me in her arms. And she kissed me. Long, deep and wet!

To be continued.