Chapter 12

Nadine stared down at the water in the artificial lake that Pat Saxon had had created two years before. "The water's so clear," she said, "you can see right down to the bottom." She turned her wide, childlike eyes on Phoebe, then blinked and smiled.

"Yes," Phoebe felt her heart race, "you can," she whispered then turned her eyes away from this girl-child whose every small movement enticed her with an agonizing intensity. She had offered to show Nadine around Hillside, telling the young girl that she, Phoebe, was a counselor and was ready to show or tell her anything she wanted to know or see. They had walked through the grounds together and Nadine had taken hold of Phoebe's hand with a natural, spontaneous gesture that made Phoebe catch her breath. Like two little girls on an afternoon stroll they had wandered past flowers and through bushes until they had arrived at the lake.

But Phoebe hadn't shown Nadine the inside of Hillside yet. "I'll show you the halls and lounges and rooms inside now," said Phoebe, her voice strangely unsteady.

"Yes, Phoebe," Nadine had lisped, smiling at her. She had told Nadine to call her Phoebe when she had introduced herself at the door of the girl's room and every time she lisped her name a thrill ran through Phoebe's body.

"The main hall," Phoebe explained as they walked toward the wide staircase and Nadine nodded, smiled and minced along beside her. They walked toward the east wing. "My room's down that corridor," said Phoebe with elaborate casualness as they passed.

"Ooh, Phoebe, may I see it?"

Nadine stopped, gripping Phoebe's hand like a child pleading with its mother.

Phoebe forced herself to hesitate. "Well," she sounded more breathless than doubtful, "if you really want to."

"Yes, Phoebe," Nadine lisped, "yes, please."

She took a small shuddering breath. "All right," she whispered. "Come," and she led the way down the corridor to her suite.

"Ooh, Phoebe! I like it in here." Nadine ran to the window, leaned over the sill, peering down.

Phoebe's eyes fastened on the girl's figure. When Nadine leaned forward like that her skimpy, little skirt dragged up exposing the smooth, white cheeks which snuggled together at the top of chubby, rounded thighs.

"You have a beautiful view, Phoebe," Nadine's sweet little voice came lilting through the air.

Phoebe moved beside her and leaned over the sill. Casually, seemingly by accident, her hand dropped onto Nadine's hip, slid onto the soft, pliable buttocks. "You like it?" Phoebe murmured, nodding towards the landscape.

"Ooh, yes," she lisped.

Phoebe felt her body shiver with pleasure. She moved her hand gently on the smooth, warm flesh. "I hope you'll like it here," she said softly.

Nadine straightened up, looked Phoebe in the face. "I like you," she said, "I like you very much, Phoebe."

"I'm so glad," Phoebe smiled at her, placed her arm round the girl's shoulders and coaxed her into the room. They sat down on the settee. Phoebe let herself lean back and relax for a blessed moment. Her legs felt weak from emotion.

"My mother's a dirty bitch!" said Nadine, unexpectedly.

Phoebe felt momentary shock at this. "You shouldn't-" she began, then asked, "Why do you say that?"

Nadine pouted her lips. "She sent me here because of Vernon," she said.

"Vernon?"

"She's getting married to Vernon," Nadine explained, "and she doesn't want me around."

"Why?" Phoebe asked.

"Because he's a twenty-five and she's an old bag," explained Nadine.

"Was that the reason she sent you here?" Phoebe sounded surprised.

"Yes," Nadine lisped prettily, "the real reason."

Phoebe looked at her. Nadine sat still, small hands clasped in her lap. Like a little angel! thought Phoebe. "Was that the only reason?" Phoebe probed.

Suddenly Nadine's face flushed red, then she giggled. "She pretended it was Wanda," she said.

"Wanda," Phoebe repeated, "who's Wanda?"

"Wanda's our maid," explained Nadine. "She's got the cutest slit of a cunt that you ever saw!"

"What?" Phoebe could hardly believe her ears.

"She's got a cute slit of a cunt," said Nadine, not sounding like an angel.

"You mustn't talk like that!" said Phoebe sounding like the counselor she claimed to be.

Nadine turned those big eyes on her. "Well you asked me!" she reproached Phoebe.

What a blend of sweet, yet crude and lewd naiveté! thought Phoebe. Yet she felt strangely excited in a new kind of way. "Why did your mother send you away because of Wanda?" she asked. "What did Wanda have to do with it?"

"Ooh, Phoebe," Nadine put her hand on Phoebe's. "She was kissing my cunt!" she lisped.

Phoebe stared down at her tarnished angel.

"She liked doing that," said Nadine sincerely. "She liked kissing it even though sometimes she pretended she didn't." She looked up at Phoebe and lisped, "She did-really!"

"Did she?" Phoebe's voice was weak.

"Ooh, yes," Nadine sighed, she rested her head against Phoebe's shoulder. "She said I was so soft and warm inside."

Phoebe took a deep breath; felt a wetness on her thighs again and tried to squeeze her legs close together. "Did you like it?" she whispered.

"Yes," Nadine breathed out the word. She seized Phoebe's hand, thrust it under her short skirt, pressed it between her smooth, soft thighs and deeper. "Feel me," she murmured moistly, "I'm all hot and wet inside!"

"Yes you are," Phoebe spoke faintly.

"But I'm nice, aren't I?" asked Nadine anxiously. "Aren't I nice?"

Phoebe's fingers trembled inside the soft, porous tissue. "Yes," she breathed, "you're nice." Her fingers moved cleverly, knowingly.

Nadine gave a small purr of pleasure. "You do that so nice, Phoebe!" She muzzled her face against Phoebe's shoulder.

Phoebe caressed the small vulva with gentle, loving fingers. She was so soft and delicate. She could feel the excited tip of a clitoris rise under her finger. She teased it lightly.

"I like that," Nadine's voice was breathless.

She went on stroking with the gentle movement that she knew so well. The soft, vaginal walls moved in sympathy with her hand.

Suddenly, Nadine twisted away and threw herself onto Phoebe, straddling her, facing her, small knees doubled against the back of the settee. "Kiss me there, Phoebe, kiss me there," the girl moaned with a fierce intensity.

Phoebe looked down. Nadine's thighs were stretched widely apart and her crotch was on Phoebe's lap and the blonde hairs glistened on the bare, rounded belly. Below the delicious fringe of hair, small, red lips oozed open.

"Kiss my cunt, Phoebe, kiss it!"

She could feel the small body trembling and writhing with a barely restrained fever.

"Kiss it," she moaned. Then squealed, "Kiss me, you bitch, now!" Small hands dragged at Phoebe's shoulders, pulling her down onto the settee. She fell on her back, startled and frightened. Then Nadine straddled her with unexpectedly strong thighs, working her rump upward until her vulva was poised above Phoebe's mouth.

Nadine gripped Phoebe's throat, lifted her small buttocks, knees prodding into the settee, then spewed into Phoebe's face, "You'll kiss it now," and her vagina came down on Phoebe's mouth. She felt the wet, vaginal lips opening and closing on her own lips. "Suck it, Phoebe," mouthed the small demoniacal angel, "suck my cunt, lick it." She began to writhe her strong, inner thigh muscles and Phoebe's tongue began to move.

She frightens me, Phoebe thought and yet-she licked eagerly at the soft, mobile tissue-I love it, I'll make her come ... make her come and then after ...

"Lick, lick." said Nadine, sounding like a very small child, "lick my clit."

Phoebe teased the tip of the small clitoris with the end of her weaving tongue. She felt the tremors running through the warm flesh and moved her hands onto the small buttocks, drew the soft body in toward her. Nadine moaned very softly to herself. Tentatively, Phoebe slid a finger to the smooth cleft. The delicious twin mounds parted like putty in her hands. Phoebe probed into the small star.

Nadine stirred and moaned higher. The finger thrust in firmly and Nadine gave a low, muted squeal, "Eeeee-Phoebe!"

Was she hurting her? Phoebe thrust hard, her finger penetrating deeply and causing the little girl's bottom to tremble as the squeal pierced into the air. Phoebe felt her own body tremble. Was it a squeal of pain? "Eeeee-Phoebe!" or "Eeeee!" Again the screaming squeal, the small bubbled gasps and then the words "So nice, oooh, Phoebe, so nice!"

She liked it!

Gradually, the small rocking body began to move more quickly. The moaned, lisped and gasped out sounds came more frequently. Phoebe felt the wetness soaking her legs. She speeded up the rhythmic sucking and teasing movements of her tongue. She drew small mouth full's of vibrous, sweating tissue between her lips, sucked them into her mouth, chewing, licking, eating Nadine's hungry little cunt. And all the time her own urgency increased. Her vagina contracted painfully, then opened wetly. The trickle down her thighs was becoming a torrent. At last, Nadine became a writhing, twisting mass of jerking, spewing, sobbing flesh. Her cries echoed off the walls of the suite; her body rolled wildly and then slipped out of Phoebe's nerveless hands and slid onto the floor with a soft, moist thud. She lay on her back, thighs parted, fingers pressed over her open cunt and smiled at Phoebe. "Nice," she smiled, "nice, Phoebe!"

Phoebe gave her a tired smile, stretched her well-warmed body on the settee, then dragged up her skirt with suddenly trembling hands, tore down her briefs and flung them on the floor, then turned to Nadine, pried open her vulva with stiff, tense fingers and mouthed, "Now, Nadine, I want cunnilingus-on-my-cunt!" The words slithered out like small sex-soaked sponges and Nadine crawled over on her hands and knees, small, bare bottom wriggling as she hurried to obey.