Chapter 6
Small tears trickled slowly down Nadine's baby cheeks. She sat on the edge of Wanda's bed and stared up at the girl. "I'll miss you, Wanda," she sobbed.
The maid looked frightened and upset. "Why?" she whispered. "Why are you being sent away?" Her lower lips trembled, then she asked hesitantly, "Is it-is it because of me? Because of what we were doing?"
Nadine reached for Wanda's hand and pulled her down beside her on the bed.
"No," she said, resting her blonde head against Wanda's shoulder, "that's not why ... not really why." She pulled Wanda's head down, rubbed her cheek against the girl's saying, "It's because my mother is a dirty bitch ... that's why!" she said with anger.
"Nadine," protested Wanda softly, "you mustn't say that about your mother."
Nadine sucked a piece of Wanda's cheek into her mouth, tickled it with her tongue, then asked, "Why not? It's not my fault if my mother happens to be a bitch!"
"Why do you say that?" Wanda's face became expressionless.
"Because it's true," said Nadine simply. "The reason my mother wants me out is because of her precious Vernon."
"The man she's going to marry?" Wanda asked.
"The punk she's going to grab," corrected Nadine.
Wanda looked puzzled. "I don't see why," she began, but Nadine interrupted her. The little girl's voice was vicious as she said, "She's afraid that Vernon would rather fuck a fresh piece of meat like me than a worn out bag like her!"
"Nadine!" The maid was shocked.
"It's true," Nadine gave a little girlish giggle. Then repeated, "true-true!" She squeezed at Wanda's fingers, then pressed the maid's hand down between her soft thighs. They were warm and smooth and beneath the moist skin Wanda could feel the hot blood pumping strongly. "Oh, Nadine," she sighed, "sometimes you frighten me. And sometimes ... " Her voice trailed off.
"Sometimes you like me a little bit?" Nadine asked.
"Oh, of course I do," Wanda's voice seemed to choke in her throat.
"Show me," said Nadine, her voice syrupy sweet. "Show me how much you like me."
"How?" asked Wanda quietly.
"Kiss my cunt!" lisped Nadine.
Wanda drew in her breath sharply. "Your mother?" she half-gasped.
"She's out," Nadine assured her. "Out with her friend, Suzanne. Kiss me, Wanda, please kiss me!"
"Ooh, Nadine!" The girl pressed her face against Nadine's, caressed the girl's lips with her tongue, then probed into her mouth.
Nadine dragged up her skirt, exposed the blonde hairs which nestled so snugly on the small rounded belly. "Kiss my cunt," she mouthed moistly, "I'm hot inside, Wanda, hot and wet and wriggly!" She tensed her thighs, gripping Wanda's hand with strong, young muscles. Then her hands moved onto the girl's head, she grasped the short dark hairs with fierce fingers and dragged downward. "Kiss it," she hissed, "I-I won't be here tomorrow."
Wanda felt her body tremble as she slid herself down the bed. Her fingers felt clumsy as she unfastened Nadine's skirt, dragged it out from under the rippling, rounded bottom. She leaned forward, parted the soft thighs with their small rolls of baby fat on the inner sides and she let her eyes look up. Up into Nadine's small center of sex where the blonde hairs bordered the narrow line of her closed vaginal lips. But, as Wanda's eyes focused on it, the cleft parted and from the top of the girl's vulva, the tiny pink mound began to swell. A deep sigh forced itself from Wanda's mouth as she bent downward, let her lips close on the small, pink slit. Her tongue flicked out and gently caressed the tip of the tiny clitoris.
Nadine moaned with pleasure. "Nice," she purred, "nice, Wanda." Her lashes fell, hiding the guileless eyes and the girlish body began to writhe with tensed, restrained excitement. "Don't stop," she lisped, "don't stop. Suck inside, oh, suck, suck, suck!" Her hips rotated, small buttocks jerked and the porous tissue inside the throbbing vulva seemed to draw Wanda's tongue inward with ever increasing strength.
For a moment, Wanda lifted her lips from Nadine's pulsing cunt. "After-" she whispered with a barely controlled sob in her words, "will you-" she choked, "will you-" she jerked, choked, "with me?"
Nadine opened her eyes. She still wriggled her buttocks into the softness of the bed as she stared at Wanda's face. "You want me to suck your cunt?" The words slid wetly from her mouth. "Is that what you want? You want your cunt sucked off?" she lisped like a ten-year-old innocent.
"Yes, oh yes." Her eyes were no longer cool as she panted the words.
"It's the first time you've asked me!" Nadine sounded surprised and dreamily pleased.
"Yes," Wanda's voice was very low, "it's the first time." Her face began to move down again, down to the small vagina, the clinging lips of the spasmodically opening and closing cunt. "Maybe it's the last time, too." The warm tears from her eyes blended with the hot glycerin of sex that oozed from her lover.