Chapter 9
When Angie first saw Debbie's room she had just assumed an adult had been living there before, and the girl was just staying there temporarily. She was quite surprised when she found out the room was actually decorated for Debbie. However, the young girl could see that George and Alice were right in their choice of decor. Debbie belonged in this room.
Angie stood in front of the full-length mirror. I'm starting to look like a woman, she thought. She even looked a little like her Aunt Alice. She was going to have big boobies like her, that was for sure. Angie almost touched them, but she turned away sharply when she heard Debbie come out of the bathroom.
Debbie entered the room totally nude, wiping her red hair with a big bath towel. Angie felt a little embarrassed because of the girl's nudity. She didn't know why she felt that way. At school she had seen lots of the other girls nude in the gym and swimming class. But she had never been in a strange room alone with a nude girl before.
"It's your turn," Debbie said as she slipped the towel across her back and pulled it back and forth to wipe her back dry. "Hey, Angie. Would you mind wiping my back for me?" she asked as the other girl gathered her things together before going into the other room.
Angie took the preferred towel and obliged her friend. Debbie could see Angie's reflection in the mirror. The girl was nervous touching Debbie's bare flesh. She is so innocent, Debbie thought Was I ever like that?
"That should do it," Angie said, trying to sound casual.
"Thanks a lot, Angie. I'll finish up my homework while you're showering."
Debbie slipped on a pair of sheer shortie pajamas and then dug out her work. When she heard the shower start, she paused a moment. She was curious to see what the plump little girl looked like naked. She thought of Alice. She could see, in her mind's eye, the older woman's full dark-tipped breasts, feel the hardness of her swollen nipples, taste the saltiness of the sweat down the crevice dividing the big globes.
When Angie stepped out of the shower, Debbie was standing in the room holding the big towel in her hands. "Since you were nice enough to wipe my back, I thought I'd return the favor," she said warmly.
Angie didn't know what to do! She was embarrassed, but she knew that was silly. She felt like putting her hands over her pubic hair and covering her breasts at the same time. She did neither.
Instead, she stood there, outwardly calm and said, "Now, that's a real buddy for you."
Debbie returned to the bedroom smiling. Angie was going to be all right. She took out one of her sexy long gown and put it on the bed. She knew the girl was going to put on something "childish." She'll look great in that gown, Debbie reasoned. Angie would drive George out of his mind if he ever saw her in the sexy gown.
The gown Angie had put on in the bathroom was just what Debbie expected it would be: heavy flannel and covering the girl's body from her neck to her toes. Debbie guessed she put her bra and panties on under the sleeping gown so that no one, not even God, could see her bare body.
Debbie sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the heavily clad girl. She sat with one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, resting her head on the bent knee. The girl knew Angie could see right through her pajamas.
"I suppose my outfit must seem very bold to you, Angie." Debbie stated.
"Oh, no. I think it's lovely," Angie answered sincerely.
"I wonder how I'd look-in your outfit."
Angie giggled at the thought. "You'd look funny. like a little girl."
"You don't think I'm a little girl?" The dark-haired child moved her head from side to side. "I don't think you are either. So why don't you put on this pretty negligee." Debbie held the long blue gown up to the girl. "Isn't it lovely?"
Angie's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful," she exclaimed.
Then take off that ugly thing and slip this on," the girl said with an encouraging smile. "Oh, I couldn't."
"Why not?"
"I ... I ... " Angie stammered as she tried to find some way of explaining her problem.
"Come on, Angie. Nobody's that shy anymore," Debbie teased.
"It's not that I'm shy," Angie protested. "It's just that.. . I'm ... I'm ... fat."
Debbie just stared at the girl for a moment, not believing what she had just heard. Then she laughed. When she saw her friend on the verge of tears, she threw her arms around the girl and embraced her warmly. That is the silliest thing I ever heard. You have a lovely body. You simply don't know how to dress it."
The slender redhead pulled Angie to her feet and tugged at the flannel sleeping gown. Angie allowed her to pull it over her head. Debbie was right: she was wearing panties and bra under the nightie. "You don't wear those," Debbie said, pointing to the girl's undergarments, "under a sleeping gown like this."
Angie was obviously embarrassed, but she reluctantly complied with Debbie's request. She reached around and unhooked her bra. The old-fashioned, waist-high panties slipped down her chunky legs, and then the nude girl stepped out of them. She stood a second, awkwardly nude, in front of her friend.
George was in heaven! Every cent he had spent, every hour he had worked, every nail he had driven to make this room was now being paid back! He watched in sheer ecstasy as his protege went to work on the young girl. His cock got stiff just watching Debbie manipulate the child. He freed his erection from the tight pants when Debbie held the negligee up to the girl. And now that she was standing in front of him, nude, he stroked his meat in earnest.
Angie was so different than Debbie. She was a little chubby, it was true, but maybe that was why her breasts were so large. She was almost as big as Alice; however, her tits stood straight up. The pink nipples stood high on the firm white flesh. Her slight protrusion at the belly seemed to emphasize the shape of her triangle, and the black bush looked absolutely delicious to the horny man.
Debbie's choice of gown is perfect, George thought, as he watched the child slip the garment over her head. When the negligee settled over the girl's lush form, the picture was quite lovely. George's prick spit out seminal fluid as the girl's pink tips poked against the silky material. He could just barely see the outline of her nipples and her pubes, but that seemed to make it even more exciting for him. If only he had rigged up a microphone!
"You see. You really are very pretty," Debbie told her young friend.
"I never imagined I would look like this," Angie replied, gazing with open admiration at her image in the mirror.
Debbie looked at the girl's reflection and said, "I think before you leave this weekend, you're going to experience a lot of new and exciting things, my friend. I'm going to see to it ... it's a weekend that you will never forget."
Angie walked back to her friend on the bed and sat down beside her. She kissed the redhead on the cheek. "Thank you, Debbie. I've never really had a girlfriend before. It's a nice feeling."
Debbie put her arms around the girl and hugged her tight. The feel of her flesh made the girl's pussy tingle. "You're very sweet," she told the girl affectionately. "I think it's time to go to bed," Debbie said as she jumped to her feet and turned off the wall switch to the lights. She pulled back the covers on Angie's side and then ran around to her own side and jumped into bed.
Angie was entranced by the dynamic young girl. She had never known anyone with so much ... sheer energy! There was something about this room too. The young girl was strangely ... excited. She had a funny feeling between her legs, and her nipples bothered her. They kept sticking straight out. It was painful in a way ... yet not exactly ... painful. She didn't know how to explain it. She was tempted to ask Debbie about it, but it was just too delicate a subject for her to talk about.
As she slipped between the covers, she was aware of the unusual feel of the material. "Gee, these sheets are really fantastic," she heard herself saying to Debbie. "What are they?"
"Satin," Debbie answered. "Alice and George believe in the best. I had a hard time getting used to them. I kept getting turned on."
"What do you mean?"
"You know," Debbie answered, not knowing just how far to push the young girl. "Oh," Angie commented, pretending to under- stand. AD Angie could think about right now was the feeling in her pussy. And for the first time, the picture of her brother's long "thing" was not unpleasant to her. I must be awful, she thought. If he was here right now, I'd touch it.
Debbie was lying on her back, her hands behind her head, looking at the ceiling. The moonlight through the window highlighted her pretty face. Angie turned on her side and looked at the pretty girl. "What are you thinking about, Debbie?"
"It's going to sound funny if I tell you," she replied.
"No it won't," Angie insisted.
Debbie looked at the girl next to her. Her breasts looked so large, so warm, so comforting from this angle that the child was transfixed. "I was just wondering," she started. "I was just wondering if your mother kissed you when she tucked you in at night."
"Always," Angie whispered.
Debbie turned around slowly so that she was facing her friend. She reached out and touched her cheek lightly with her hand. Angie's face was hot to the touch. She brushed her lips gently across the girl's cheek. "Does she kiss you like that?"
Angie's heart was beating too fast to talk. She simply nodded her head. Her mind was doing funny things to her. She was thinking about wiping Debbie's back and about how good the feel of the girl's skin felt to her fingers. She felt Debbie running her back with the towel. Only this time she was thinking how nice it would be if she turned around and let her wipe her tits too. The burning between her legs was getting un- bearable! Debbie's lips just a short distance away seemed so inviting.
Debbie had not released the girl's head. She bent over again, and this time she brushed the child's lips with her own. Angie didn't move. Debbie looked at the girl. Her eyes were closed. She kissed Angie's throat and could feel a slight tremor in her body. When she kissed her on the mouth the second time, she darted her experienced tongue between the girl's tightly held lips. Angie opened the clenched teeth and let the long, narrow organ enter her mouth.
Angie's hand slowly reached up and held her girlfriend's head. She didn't know what was happening, but it was so exciting she didn't care. She wasn't even aware at first that Debbie had cupped one of her breasts in her hand. Her first impulse when she realized what was happening was to pull away from the hand, but the quiet stroking motion was very pleasant. She decided it couldn't do any harm for a little while.
Debbie slid her face down to Angie's throat again. She ran her tongue up to the girl's ear as she teased the child's pointed nipples. Her hand went up to the strap of Angie's gown and pulled it down past her shoulder, exposing the soft, white globe. She heard the girl moan when she kissed the top of the firm mammary. She could feel the girl's legs spreading then closing tightly as she approached the tip of her breast. Her cunt was on fire, Debbie thought as her mouth encircled the swollen nipple.
That was when George's come shot out all over I'll the mirror. He was angry when Debbie turned out the lights, but when he saw there was enough moonlight to paint an erotic picture for him, he just kept on stroking. He tried to keep some control over his pecker, but as soon as he saw Debbie pull the strap down, exposing that pretty tit, he knew he couldn't hold on any longer.
Angie's mind was reeling now. The tongue probing her nipple was driving her mad. She had never experienced anything like this before. Certainly, she had played with herself, and she had even stretched her tit up so she could feel what it was like to be milked, but she always felt so ashamed, and it just didn't seem that much fun. Debbie's skillful handling of her sensitive body was like fireworks at Disneyland on the Fourth of July.
Debbie's hand ran down the silky material until she reached the girl's leg. Angie had had so much action from her scissoring legs that the gown was all the way past her hot pussy. Debbie brushed the black pubic hairs lightly as she caressed the smooth flesh of the plump leg. With her other hand she pulled down the remaining strap so that both high-pointed tits stood up exposed to the moonlight. Debbie alternately kissed the pointed nipples as her hand rested on the girl's pubes. Angie's gyrating legs paused when the girl felt the pressure of the hand on her cunt.
"I don't think you should be touching me there," she said weakly.
"I would never do anything you didn't want me doing, Angie," Debbie replied. However, she did not remove her hand from its position. Instead, her head returned to her friend's lips. The facile tongue entered Angie's mouth once more. Debbie knew the results would be predictable; after all, hadn't she been taught by experts!
The mound beneath her hand started moving. The pussy seemed to beg for relief from the "magic finger." Debbie's hand slipped down the slit and began separating the cunt folds. Her long finger sought the tiny nub of the clitoris. Angie's moaning told her she had hit the right spot. "Do you like it, Angie?" she asked.
"My boobs, Debbie," the child pleaded. "Suck my tits."
Debbie bent down and ran her tongue over the pink points as her finger entered the well lubricated hole. The girl was amazed at all the love juice pouring out of her friend's slit. She easily slipped a second finger past the firm, protective ring at the entrance of the girl's vagina. Debbie took the stiff nipple in her mouth and gently bit on the erectile tissue while her fingers explored the ridges and valleys of Angie's hot cunt.
The young girl shoved her forearms at her mouth to stifle the scream she felt coming when Debbie's fantastic fingers touched the swollen tip of her cervix. Her body seemed to explode inside the tormented belly. She knew she was gripping Debbie's arm fiercely with her legs. Her mind seemed to be spinning insanely round and round as she saw weird pictures painted vividly in her mind. Angie saw her brother's huge cock swinging like the pendulum on a clock, only it was swinging between Debbie's pretty, long legs. Now Debbie's long hair was draped over both of her huge breasts, but when the heads lifted themselves up they belonged to Dirk and Uncle George. Everything was happening at an incredible rate of speed. The images slowly subsided as the burning between her legs finally stopped.
The room gradually came back into proper focus as Angie felt her body relaxing. She felt so comfortable as she saw Debbie's pretty face hovering above her. She nodded her head in agreement when Debbie asked her if it felt good. Angie watched with half-closed eyes as Debbie got out of bed and slipped off her pajamas. She studied the girl's naked body as Debbie walked over to her dresser and took out a small box.
Debbie extracted the vibrator out of its container and held it out to Angie. Debbie smiled as the girl examined the prick-shaped object. Debbie turned on the vibrator and passed it lightly over her red bush. "Now," she said to the young girl on the bed, "I'm going to show you what you can do for me."