Chapter 16
They lay on the bed now. Their sex-satiated bodies still naked. Phoebe's arms were entwined around her small sex partner's body and Nadine rested her blonde head on Phoebe's comforting breast. "I love you, Phoebe," Nadine lisped softly.
"Uuum," murmured Phoebe, drowsily. She patted the warm little bottom, then gave it a gentle pinch.
Nadine slid a small, rounded thigh between Phoebe's, then purred, "That doesn't hurt."
"I didn't want it to hurt," said Phoebe. She leaned her mouth down, touched Nadine's slick lips; let the young nymph's tongue probe into her mouth and savored it, drew it in deeper, then moved her face away. "You're the sweetest little morsel."
Nadine let her small tongue flick over Phoebe's nipple. Phoebe made low sounds of pleasure, then the young girl startled her by asking, "Have you ever been fucked, Phoebe?"
"Nadine," she remonstrated, "you mustn't say that!"
"But you said things to me. You said some awful things, Phoebe," she protested.
Phoebe stroked Nadine's hair, then told her. "That's different. I was excited-worked up! You know what I mean."
"Yes," Nadine answered, "I know." She was silent for a few seconds. "But have you ever been fucked?"
Phoebe's body tensed. "No," she answered shortly. She fondled the small body beside her absently for a moment. "I-I don't like to think of a-a man getting into me," she said softly as though she had to explain something. "I can't stand the idea of him pushing his-his-" she stopped.
"His cock," said Nadine.
Phoebe gave a small shudder, then fingered the small star between Nadine's warm cheeks, probing into her soft bottom as though she derived comfort from the feel of her. "I hate to even think of that," she said.
"I was; just once," Nadine lisped.
"What?" Phoebe's hand stopped its lulling motion.
"I was fucked once," Nadine said clearly. "Not properly though."
"How? Who?" Phoebe was shocked.
"Oh, Vernon, of course," Nadine giggled, "I was sitting on his knee. You know, kind of straddling him with my legs on either side of his and he slipped his hand inside my panties." She sighed, "My French panties ... and he tickled my cunt!" She giggled again.
"Then he didn't-didn't touch you with his cock," said Phoebe with embarrassment and relief.
"Oh, yes. He touched me," Nadine lisped, "after he stuck his cock up my leg and it pressed against my cunt. But he didn't go in very far because I heard my mother coming." Then she added, "The bitch!"
"I-I'm glad he didn't really-really rape you."
"It wasn't rape," Nadine giggled, sliding her hand between Phoebe's thighs. "I'd have liked to have known what it felt like to have a big, long thing in me."
Phoebe sighed. "He never tried again?"
"In the bathroom once," Nadine murmured, "when I was washing something in the tub. He just came in very quiet, lifted my skirt and I felt the round end of it. His cock, you know," she explained, "just touching my cunt. It was all ready to go in when I heard Wanda yelling, so," she sighed, "Vernon got all scared, pulled it out and ran out of the bathroom, so," she finished, "I wasn't fucked!"
"I'm glad," Phoebe whispered, kissing Nadine's face. "That means that we're both the same. We-we're just for each other. We won't let men touch us."
"D'you love me, Phoebe?"
"Uuum."
"Will you love me up every day?"
"Uum."
Nadine bent her small head over Phoebe's breast, drew the nipple into her mouth and gently teased the tip.
"Uuuum," Phoebe smiled in contentment.
Nadine drew her lips back for a moment. "Like it?" she asked in a small whisper.
"Uuum," Phoebe sighed, "I like it."
"Tell me like you meant it," Nadine said in her small, sweet voice. "Tell me properly."
"Like-like," said Phoebe like a child, "nice!"
"That's right," lisped Nadine, then she went back to her delicious little task.