Meg's Awakening, Part 1

by Telleroftales

"Hi, is that Meg?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Er! yes, this is Meg, who's calling please?"

"Hi Meg, this is Penny, we met at the weekend??"

"Of course, hiya, how are you, and the two girls?"

"We're all fine thanks, I hope you didn't mind me calling you, only the girls are in bed, and I remembered you said if you ever wanted to chat to give you a bell, if it's inconvenient then I understand, and I'm sorry for phoning."

"No, it's OK, honest, we're only watching telly, it's fine Penny, just give us a second please."

 

Meg looked over to her mum sitting in the other chair, and watched as her mum silently mouthed.

"Who's that?"

to which Meg silently mouthed back, "I'll tell ya later."

The nodded agreement from her mum when Meg got up, and pointed to the door, told her it was alright to take the phone call in private.

 

Meg settled herself onto a chair in the kitchen.

"Well, this is an unexpected, but pleasant surprise," said Meg.

"Thanks, but I wasn't sure if I should call, but I was sitting here sorting out my bag, and I found your number."

"It's really OK Pen, it's nice to talk to you, how're the girls, Molly, and Polly isn't it??

"They're great, two little madams and quite tiring sometimes, but they're good kids."

Meg could feel the love, and pride in Penny's voice as she spoke about her two children.

"Bet they keep you on your toes."

"Oh they do, and I wouldn't be without them, but it's still nice when they're tucked up in bed, and the place is tidied, and I have that bit of time to relax."

"It must be hard for you to have a social life what with your hubby away, and the two girls to look after Pen, do you ever go out?

Meg heard Penny laugh at the other end of the phone.

"I wish, dya know how difficult it is to get a decent babysitter, and at a reasonable price?"

"I don't, but I expect it is rather hard," said Meg, "Tell you what though' Pen, if it's OK with you, why don't we meet, I'll bring a bottle of wine, and we can sit in, and have a good chat."

"That would be great Meg, if your sure you want to."

"Yeah no probs Pen, how does Friday night sound, I'm out on Saturday night with the girls, but Friday would be good if your not busy."

"Friday night it is then, and thanks Meg," and Penny gave Meg her address.

"OK Pen, see you Friday, g'nite."

"G'nite Meg, see you Friday.

Meg was still musing over the phone call when she heard her mum.

"Who was on the phone love?

"Oh, just someone I met Mum, I'm going to help her baby sit on Friday night."

"That'll be nice love," said her mum in a tone that made Meg smile, not because it was facetious in any way, just so matter of fact.

 

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Meg had no difficulty finding Penny's house, and gave a little wrap on the door fearing that ringing the bell might wake up the kids if they were asleep, but her fears were unfounded as the door opened, and Penny was standing there with young Molly in tow.

"Hello Meg, lovely to see you again, please, do come in, and please excuse the mess, I haven't cleaned up yet."

'What mess!!???', thought Meg as she followed Penny through the hall, and into the lounge, 'Our house isn't this tidy when we've cleaned!!!!'

"Your home is lovely Pen," said Meg, and it was.

"Thanks, here Meg, sit down on the sofa, and if you'll excuse me for two minutes, I've just got to see if Polly is settled. Will you look after Meg while I go and see to your sister Moll?."

A couple of nods of the head sufficed for Molly.

Meg sat, and looked at the little girl standing in front of her.

"Hello, my name is Meg, what do I call you, Molly or Moll, which do you prefer?"

"You can call me Moll if you like."

"Well, Moll it is, pleased to meet you Moll," said Meg, and extended her hand to shake the little ones.

Molly reciprocated, and took Meg's hand, "Hiya."

As she took hold of Moll's hand, Meg was again surprised at just how silky soft, and smooth Moll's skin felt, and kept hold of the little girls hand for a few seconds more than she should have.

If Moll was aware of the overly long handshake, she didn't show it, nor did she try to pull her hand away.

Meg felt a tiny bit flustered by her thoughts, and withdrew her hand from Molly's, and hoped that her inner thoughts were not showing externally like a rather flushed face.

"See you two have got acquainted, good," said Pen as she walked into the lounge, "Sometimes she doesn't take to people Meg, but she seems to be OK with you."

Meg smiled.

"Now Moll, do you want to go play in your room for half an hour before your bath, so me and Meg can have a chat?"

"OK Mum," and with that the little one skipped out.

Pen sat down on the sofa, and began to chat to Meg about different things, mainly about her missing her husband, and Meg now and again chipped in with a comment or a remark, but in the back of her mind she could still feel the softness of Moll's tiny hand in hers, and it troubled her, not enough to distract her from the conversation that was taking place, but to wonder why the feeling lingered.

As the conversation ebbed, and flowed Meg began to take a real liking to Pen, and the more they chatted, the more Meg felt comfortable being in Pen's company.

"Meg, I'll have to go see to Moll, and run her bath for her, but it shouldn't take long."

"It's no problem Pen, you go see to Moll, I'm fine here, it's just nice to sit, and relax."

"Thanks," said Pen rising from the sofa..............."Moll, Moll, time for your bath sweetie, get undressed please while I run it love."

Meg heard Moll's voice coming back to her mum, "OK Mum," as Pen disappeared into the hallway.

As Meg was pouring herself a second glass of Californian White, she looked up to see Moll standing in the doorway naked except for a pair of tight white cotton knickers.

It took her a few seconds to realise that she was appraising every curve, and nuance of Moll's little body, and quickly diverted her eyes from what Meg immediately thought was the most perfect thing she had ever seen.

"My mum said that you can come and talk to her while she gives me a bath if you want."

Meg slowly, and deliberately put down the wine bottle for fear she would spill the contents such was the shaking of her hand.

She took a deep breath so as not to belie the tremble in her voice.

"I will if it's OK with you Moll."

"It's OK, I don't mind," said the little one as she turned from the door, and made her way along the hallway to the bathroom.

"We're in here Meg, second door on your left," shouted Pen in a mooted tone so as not to wake the sleeping Polly.

Meg followed the voice, and entered the bathroom, and was stopped in her tracks.

Standing in the bath, with her with her legs disappearing into a multitude of bubble was Moll, totally naked, and looking as beautiful a picture as Meg was ever likely to see.

Moll's body was glistening from the water giving her an almost angelic like sheen.

"Ah! there you are Meg, sit down on the loo while I finish soaping off Moll," said Pen who was kneeling at the side of the bath cupping a hand of water, and letting it cascade down Moll's tummy.

Meg watched mesmerised as the water run in little rivulets down Moll's front, and converged where torso meets legs to run between Moll's perfectly formed pussy lips before dropping into the soap bubbles.

Meg fervently hoped that her outer appearance did not betray the turmoil that she was encountering inside which was ultimately culminating in her love juices flowing involuntary, and copiously from her now very tingly, and very wet pussy.

Meg managed to regain some semblance of control, enough to put one foot in front of the other, and make her way to the toilet seat were she sat down in a slump rather than a pose.

As Pen continued to cup water over her daughters now almost soap free body, Meg managed to tear her eyes away from Moll's little cleft, and was startled to see Moll looking over her mum's shoulder at her, but the intensity of the unblinking stare felt to Meg like it was penetrating her very soul, like this seven year old standing in a bath of soapy bubbles whilst her mum cupped water over her little body knew exactly what Meg was feeling, and thinking, and Meg lowered her gaze.

Taking a big gulp of wine Meg looked up again, and was even more taken aback when she found Moll was looking at her again, but this time she had a big smile on her face, not a smile of 'I know what you were thinking about me', but a smile of open-ness and even, (Meg thought ), innocent charm.

Meg even managed to raise a weak smile in response.

"Turn around Moll, so I can wash the soap off your back love," and Moll did as her mum bid.

"Have you ever thought of when you would like to have children Meg?" enquired Pen as her hand cupped water over Moll's shoulders, and followed the water down to Moll's exquisite little backside with her hand ensuring that the last vestiges of soap were banished into the bubbles.

Meg was transfixed at the lovely sight before her, and snapped back to reality at the sound of Pen's voice.

"Er! sorry Pen, I was miles away, what did you say?"

Pen chortled, "Wine gone to your head Meg, I asked whether you had any idea when you would like to have children."

"Oh, not for a long time yet, maybe in a few years when I have the wherewithal to be able to afford to raise a child, I know from work how expensive bringing up children can be."

"Your so right Meg, and good on you for thinking that way, too many young girls these days don't think about the cost, they think they have a divine right to be kept by the state."

Meg nodded in agreement, all the time watching as Pen covered every inch of Moll's divine little body with her hand, and feeling an exquisite little pang whenever Pen's hand ventured near, or on Moll's little bum cheeks.

"Right young madam, your done, shall we get you out?" said Pen as she got up from her kneeling position, and pulled the plug to let the water out.

Pen hoisted Moll out of the bath, and stood her on the bathmat, and wrapped a big fluffy towel around her.

"Can you watch her for a sec please Meg, while I go, and get her nightie?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

And Pen left Meg sitting on the toilet seat watching Moll dry herself with the towel.

'Say something, anything,' Meg was mentally thinking.

"Do you want me to dry your back Moll?"

"Yes please," came the response.

And Meg nearly cum in her jeans as Moll unwrapped the towel, and handed it to her.

Meg carefully placed the wine glass on the floor, and took the towel from what she thought was the most divine little thing she had ever set eyes on.

Moll took a step towards Meg, and stood in front of her

Meg was visibly shaking as she started to towel dry the young girl standing in front of her, so much so, that Moll looked quizzically into Meg's face as the towel did its work.

"Why are your hands shaking?"

"I.... I.... Think it was that last glass of wine Moll, I think I drunk it too quick," but somehow Meg just knew that Moll wasn't taken in by this feeble excuse.

"OK," was the only response that Moll ventured.

Meg was mightily relieved when Pen arrived back in the bathroom with Moll's nightie.

"Here sweetie, slip this on, and I'll take you to bed," and Meg watched as the little one put her arms up, and showed her nakedness in all its glory, before the nightie enveloped Moll's beautiful little body, and gave Meg some much needed respite.

"I'm just going to tuck her in Meg, and I'll see you in the lounge OK?"

"I just need the loo first Pen."

"Sure," said Pen picking her daughter up and carrying her out of the bathroom.

Meg gingerly stood up, and went over to close, and lock the door.

Having made sure that the door was secure, she undid the belt that held her jeans up, and let them drop to the floor.

When she looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and drew them slowly down her legs, Meg was astonished to see just how much love juice she had produced, the gusset of her panties was positively soaking from the her secretions, and when she tentatively moved her hand down to the swollen lips of her cunt, she took a sharp intake of breath as her middle finger found her clit so enlarged and so responsive to her touch.

'My god!!' thought Meg, as she sat on the toilet, 'She's only a child, why am I feeling like this?'

But Meg, deep down in the inner recesses of her very being knew why she felt like she did, and opened her legs wide to allow herself access to her clit, and as she thought of young Moll standing there naked, she knew she wanted to touch, to feel, to kiss every little bit of Moll's beautiful little body, and as the thoughts of doing such things to Moll, so her finger started slowly to caress the slit between her legs, letting it slide very gently onto the very tip of her clit, and as her finger touched it, so the shards of exquisite, beautiful sublime pain ravaged every nerve ending in her body till she thought she would pass out such was the intensity of what she was feeling, but with each stroke of her clit, she imagined Moll standing before her, her legs open, waiting, wanting Meg to touch her, and the more she thought of Moll, the more Meg's orgasm built up, until she could no longer hold back, and with a final flurry of her finger, let wave after wave of the most excruciatingly wonderful climax wash over her.....................

 

To be continued