Broken People, Part Four

“Caitlin,” the girl yelled, came running into her arms.

She hugged the girl close, put her nose in the crook of her neck to breath deep the smell of her. It had almost been a week since the last time she’d seen her and she needed her Mandy fix. Pulling back, she looked at the grinning girl.

Mandy’s mother was watching them with a hint of a frown on her face. Over the last four months, she must have noticed the change in her daughter. She smiled more often, laughed easily. The woman couldn’t understand the changes in her progeny, couldn’t seem to relate to her at all.

It made Caitlin smile.

“Come on,” the little girl said, grabbing her hand, “let me show you what I got for my birthday.”

“Okay,” Caitlin said, following her upstairs to her room.

Once the door was closed, the little girl tugged her down and gave her a heated kiss, her tongue slipping into Caitlin’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, she looked at her, a little surprised. Fooling around was coming easier to her, wasn’t always instigated by Caitlin. She seemed to genuinely enjoy the games they played, now. Still, the kiss was a bit of a shock.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, smiling.

Caitlin returned it, said, “I’ve missed you, too. So what did you get for your birthday?”

“Nothing, really. Just some clothes,” the girl said, then, “I just wanted to kiss you. Couldn’t do it in front of Mom.”

“Ah,” Caitlin said, feeling a flush of excitement.

“You weren’t at my birthday party,” the girl said, the disappointment clear in her voice.

“I know, Sweetie. I felt awful but I couldn’t make it. I’ll make it up to you today, though. I promise.”

“Oh, yeah,” the girl asked, a playful grin on her face.

Laughing, Caitlin said, “That wasn’t what I meant, but there will probably be a little of that, too.”

“Okay,” the girl said.

“When your parents leave, I have a gift for you.”

“Really? What is it?”

“A surprise,” Caitlin said, then nodded toward the door, “Let’s go see them off, so we can have some fun.”

Mandy’s mother was shrugging into her coat in the kitchen, looked up when Caitlin and her daughter came into the kitchen. The girl headed for the living room and her mother waved Caitlin over.

“We will be a little later getting home this evening,” she said, looking at Caitlin, “Is that okay?”

“Um, sure,” she said, didn’t want to seem too excited by the extra time with the girl, “About when do you expect to be home?”

“After midnight.”

“Oh, okay.”

Caitlin watched the car pull away, waited two minutes, then ran out to her car for the gift she’d bought for the girl. It was in a simple white box, with an orange ribbon. She smiled, hoped the girl liked it.

She found her in the living room, in the process of removing her clothes. She never wore clothes when Caitlin was here, loved to run around the house naked. Caitlin didn’t mind, just admired the view.

“Here you go, Kiddo,” she said, holding out the gift to the girl, “Happy belated birthday.”

She came over to Caitlin in just her panties. She looked at the simple box, then at Caitlin. Finally, she took the box and sat it on the coffee table. Carefully, she untied the ribbon, then opened the box. Her eyes widened at the pale orange material inside and she pulled the dress out of the box. Holding it up, she grinned at the garment, then favored Caitlin with an even brighter smile.

Caitlin received another fierce hug and a flurry of thank you’s from the girl. Glad she liked the dress, she said, “You are welcome, Sweetie.”

“I love it. Mom never buys me orange clothing,” Mandy said, holding the dress up so she could look at it.

“I’m glad you like it,” Caitlin said, then grinned, “Put it on.”

“Now?”

“Well, you can’t go to the mall like that,” Caitlin said, nodding at her nearly naked body.

“The mall,” Mandy repeated, made it sound like a foreign country. Then again, Caitlin doubted she’d ever been to the mall, had no concept of the place. It might as well be a foreign country to the girl.

“That is the second part of your gift. I’m going to take you to the mall, let you play in the play area in the center of the mall. See a movie.”

“I-I don’t…” Mandy said, trying to process all the new things she was about to do. Caitlin had to smile and shake her head. Poor kid- a trip to the mall was like a trip to Disney Land.

“Trust me, Kiddo,” she said, smiling reassuringly, “Get dressed.”

Caitlin watched her slip into her new dress, then sent her upstairs for shoes and a coat. The girl looked nervous and excited when she came back, unsure of herself. The babysitter offered her hand and the girl gladly took it, seemed to take comfort that Caitlin would be there.

The girl was tucked away in the back seat, then Caitlin headed for the mall. She glanced in the rear view mirror, smiled as the girl craned her neck so she could see out the window. Her big brown eyes were wide as she took in all the unfamiliar sights. She’d lived such a sheltered life that everything was new to her.

It was a weekday and sunny, so the mall was relatively uncrowded. Still, Mandy clung to her hand like a lifeline in the sea of humanity, half hid behind the skirt she wore. They weaved their way to the huge area in the center of the mall and Caitlin had to smile at the wide eyed wonder on the girl’s face. Smack in the middle of the mall was a miniature Ferris wheel, ringed by other kiddie rides. Fairy tale creatures were painted all over the furniture and the whole place was designed for people under four feet tall.

Caitlin led her to the Ferris wheel, got in line. Mandy looked up at her, then at the spinning wheel. With the sense of wonder only little kids could muster, she grinned.

“What do you think, Kiddo,” Caitlin asked, smiling down at her.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said, laughing musically.

“Wait until we get to ride the Ferris wheel,” Caitlin said, thinking about her own first time riding the ride. It was a happy memory from before her life took a swan dive. She shook off the negative thought, hoped the wheel would seem as magical to Mandy as it had to her.

It was a short wait, then she and Mandy were secured in the next to last available chair. When the ride started, the wheel turning a lot slower than Caitlin remembered. When she glanced at the girl at her side, she smiled, thought it must seem pretty fast to her. Mandy was grinning, looking around at the view from the top. Her awe was infectious, her grin making Caitlin smile. She took the girl’s hand and squeezed it.

After the ride was over, they rode the merry-go-round, then a train that wound its way through the whole kid’s area. Caitlin must have looked ridiculous in the tiny car but it was worth the laughter it elicited from Mandy. They got back in line to ride the Ferris wheel one more time, then Caitlin took her hand and led her through the mall to the food court.

Caitlin got her a funnel cake and the biggest Coke the vendor sold and led them to a table. The girl’s first bite was a little hesitant but, when the powdered sugar covered treat hit her tongue, she tore into it with gusto. Surely the ambrosia of the Gods couldn’t have tasted as good judging by the grin on her face and the noises of enjoyment she was making. The only thing better could be the fizzy, sugary Coke.

“Pretty good, isn’t it,” Caitlin said, smiling at her. She couldn’t stop smiling, something she used to do so rarely. The girl had that effect on her.

“So good,” she said, giggling.

“Better than that tasteless mess your mother makes, right?”

The girl giggled again, popping a bite of funnel cake into her mouth.

The funnel cake hadn’t stood a chance, the girl and Caitlin making short work of it.

Glancing at her watch, Caitlin said, “It is time to get to the movie theater. Come on.”

They decided on the latest Pixar movie, got popcorn and another Coke at the concession stand, then found some seats. Mandy looked around the theater, amazed by the huge screen. When it got dark and the previews started, her eyes were as huge as dinner plates. The stadium surround sound system made her gasp.

As usual, Pixar had managed to weave layers of humor into its movie, so both Caitlin and Mandy could enjoy the film. Caitlin caught herself watching the girl’s reaction to the film as much as she was watching the film itself. It was all so fresh and exciting for the girl, a simple matinee a grand adventure. In the back light of the screen, Caitlin could see her huge grin, the merriment in her eyes. It was very endearing and the girl wormed her way further into Caitlin’s heart.

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Sitting on the bench in front of the pond, Caitlin looked down at the bundle wrapped in a rag in her lap. Mandy was busy watching the ducks on the pond, so she opened the rag and looked at the revolver. It was an old friend of hers, its weight familiar.

“Mandy, honey,” Caitlin said, calling the girl over. The girl’s eye widened at the gun sitting on Caitlin’s thighs, “Would you do something for me?”

“What?”

Taking a deep breath, Caitlin looked once more at the gun. Was she really ready to give it up? She had been sure this morning, but now that it was time to actually do it, she was scared. Getting rid of the gun meant she really wanted to live, was ready to take another stab at life. Waiting to die had a comforting quality, meant no responsibilities or consequences. She didn’t have to care about anything, could do anything she wanted.

Looking at the curious seven year old, she had to smile. The girl needed her, as messed up as that was. With another deep breath, she made up her mind, held the gun out to the girl. She looked from the gun to Caitlin, then back to the gun.

“I’m ready to get rid of this now,” Caitlin said, her heart racing in her chest, “could you throw it in that pond for me. Just chuck it as far as you can.”

“Why,” Mandy asked, frowning as she took the gun from Caitlin.

“Some day, when you are older, I’ll explain why to you. For now, just help me do this. I’m not sure I can do it myself.”

The girl looked at her a long moment, then shrugged. Walking to the water, she threw the gun as far as she could and there was a thunk and a splash about twenty feet out as it hit the water. The murky green water swallowed it up and Caitlin’s anchor was gone.

For a moment she felt lost, adrift without it. Then Mandy returned to her and she pulled the girl into her lap, hugged her like a drowning man would a life preserver.

“Are you okay, Caitlin,” the girl asked, sensing her emotional distress.

“No,” she admitted, smiling at the girl, “but I will be. Thanks to you.”

“Me?”

“You just saved my life, Kiddo.”

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Back at Mandy’s, Caitlin let the girl lead her upstairs. Caitlin started a bath as the girl began undressing. The girl looked at her new orange dress lovingly, standing in just her baggy panties. She turned to Caitlin, smiled sweetly.

“Thank you,” she said, her lip trembling, “for the dress. For everything.”

“You are more than welcome, Kiddo,” she said, hugging the girl.

The girl looked like she wanted to say something else, was trying to summon the courage to open her mouth. Caitlin met her eyes, waited for her to make up her mind to say it or not. When she did, her words nearly floored Caitlin.

“I love you, Caitlin,” the girl said, looked so vulnerable and exposed. The sentiment didn’t come easy to her, shows of affection still new to her. Still the genuine feeling behind her words brought tears to Caitlin’s eyes and a lump in her throat.

“I love you, too, Mandy,” she said, more than a little surprised to be admitting it. She loved the little girl with all of her being, had for a while now. Finally saying it out loud was like a weight off her chest and she felt buoyed. Then the girl wrapped her arms around her neck and that love swelled until it was almost painful. It was painful, in a way, made her use a muscle she hadn’t used in a long, long time: Her heart.

Remembering the tub, Caitlin cranked off the water. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, blotted her eyes with the palms of her hands. She gave Mandy a sheepish grin, gently wiped the girl’s tears away. The girl managed a brilliant smile for Caitlin.

Caitlin nodded at the tub, said, “Let’s get in before the water gets cold.”

While the girl slipped out of her panties, Caitlin stripped out of her clothes. The babysitter lifted the naked girl into the bath. She joined her, sighing as the hot water found her. Mandy slipped into the V of her spread legs, her back to Caitlin’s stomach. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around the girl.

“Caitlin,” the girl said.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“When I said, I loved you…”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I didn’t mean like I love Mom and Dad,” she said, her voice getting quieter as she talked. Her words were barely audible by the time she said ‘Dad’. Still, her words rocked Caitlin like she had shouted at the top of her lungs.

She squeezed the girl tighter, forced her words past the lump in her throat, “I know. I love you, too, kiddo.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, love,” Caitlin said, kissing the top of her head, “I’ve fallen for you big time.”

“Does that mean I’m your girlfriend?”

Laughing, Caitlin asked, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Never been a girlfriend before,” Mandy said, considering it.

The babysitter said, “I’ve been one a few times. Even had a few, but none as cute as you.”

The girl giggled, said, “We make a cute couple.”

Grinning, Caitlin said, “The cutest.”

Mandy lifted one of Caitlin’s hands, interlaced her fingers with the babysitter’s. Caitlin stared at their hands, transfixed by the symbolism of the act. It was so sweet, made her smile. She had a new girlfriend, a seven year old girl.

She had to shake her head, thought she should be ashamed of herself but all she could muster was mild amusement.

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Fresh from their bath, Caitlin and Mandy were in the girl’s room, stretched out on their sides facing each other on Mandy’s little bed. Sexual tension sizzled between them but Caitlin found herself suddenly shy, vulnerable now that she had opened up the girl about her feelings. She grinned nervously at the girl.

Their lips met and Caitlin let the girl’s tongue into her mouth when it touched them. The girl loved to kiss, loved to be kissed. Caitlin had been a little surprised by how quickly she had taken to it.

Letting her hand slip down the girl’s belly and into the junction of her thighs, she thrilled to feel those puffy lips under her fingertips. She gently massaged them until the girl moaned into her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she smiled down at the girl. The girl’s face screwed up in pleasure and Caitlin thought it was both adorable and incredibly sexy.

“Since it is your birthday,” Caitlin said, still teasing her young sex, “and you are a big seven year old girl, how about we try something new.”

The girl’s eyes widened in interest, “Like what?”

That interest never ceased to make her pulse race. There was just something about a willing, sexually active little girl that really go her blood pumping. Mandy had become that in spades, her own appetite for the games they played almost as big as Caitlin’s.

“Well, there are still a few things we haven’t tried,” Caitlin said, tapping her lower lip like she was thinking, “although a couple of those will have to wait until you are older.”

“Why?”

“Your little body just isn’t ready for them, yet. Don’t worry, you’ll be old enough some day.”

“Will you still be around to show me,” the girl asked, her eyes saying there was more to the question than what appeared on the surface.

Frowning, Caitlin asked, “Why? Are you planning on getting rid of me?”

“No,” the girl said, a faint grin on her face.

“Good. I like this job,” she said.

“Do you promise,” Mandy said, her eyes meeting Caitlin’s, “to be here to show me all of the games?”

“I promise,” Caitlin said, hoping she wasn’t lying to the girl. It really wasn’t up to her. At anytime, Mandy’s parents could can her, move onto another babysitter. Who knows what would happen in the five years or so she figured she’d have to wait to do some of the things she wanted to do with Mandy.

She really didn’t want to think about that, now. Especially after she had just admitted she was in love with the girl. A day would come sooner or later, when her services were no longer needed, probably when Mandy was old enough to look after herself, but she hoped it would be much, much later.

The girl smiled, her fear belied, “So what are we going to do new now?”

“Well,” Caitlin said, grinning down at her, “one thing comes to mind.”

She kissed the girl, just a quick brush of her lips, then kissed her chin, her neck. The girl giggled as she moved her way down the supine girl’s body, leaving a trail of damp kisses on her soft skin. The girl watched her, intrigued by the turn of events. Caitlin had never done this to her, explored her body with her lips and her tongue. She gasped in surprise when the babysitter kissed the puffy lips of her girlhood. Her eyes widened as Caitlin’s tongue slipped between them to caress her little bud.

“What are you doing,” the girl said, moaning as Caitlin’s tongue awakened the pleasure sleeping in her little body.

“It has many names,” she said, grinning, “most of you don’t need to know just, yet. Let’s call it ‘going down’.”

“Oh,” the girl said, biting her lower lip.

“Do you like it,” Caitlin said, pausing to look up at her.

“It is kind of weird,” the girl said, giggling.

“Do you want me to stop,” Caitlin asked, rolling her eyes up as she resumed flicking her tongue back and forth across her clit.

“No,” the girl said, shyly.

Her narrow hips began to undulate against Caitlin’s mouth, her body responding to the hot tongue on her bud even if she thought it was weird. Shallow and fast, her breathing gave away her growing excitement.

I’m licking a seven year old girl’s pussy, Caitlin thought, shivering with excitement. The faint salty taste of her skin on her tongue, the soft folds of her girlhood rubbing against her lips as her hips rolled against her mouth, the excited sounds escaping the girl’s parted lips, the smell of the soap from the bath… She felt a little dizzy from all the lovely sensory inputs swirling around her.

The girl was propped up on her elbows, watching what Caitlin was doing to her. Her brown eyes were intent on Caitlin as she teased another moan from the girl with her tongue. Caitlin tilted her head to one side, pulled her hair out of the way so the girl could see what she was doing, what was happening to her young body.

“Does this feel good,” Caitlin asked, rolling her eyes up at the girl.

“Yeah,” she husked, her voice thick with excitement.

“You like it when I go down on you,” the babysitter asked.

“Yeah,” she moaned, her body writhing under the torment of Caitlin’s mouth on her clit.

“Tell me what you like,” Caitlin said, her breath catching in her throat as she waited to hear those magical words.

“I like when you go down on me,” the girl said, around a moan.

Oh God, Caitlin thought, as horny as she has ever been.

“I’m going to come,” the girl said, her eyes widening as she felt tension enter her body. Caitlin had already known, could see it in the clenching of her stomach, hear it in the cries of pure ecstasy she was making. She grabbed the girl’s convulsing hips, held her to her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth, faster and faster. She pushed the girl right to the edge of orgasmic oblivion, then toppled her into that blissful release.

The girl gasped as her body went crazy, shaking and shuddering. She sighed and giggled, looked at Caitlin, sated.

“My turn,” Mandy asked, when Caitlin stretched out beside her on the bed.

“Only seems fair, right?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, giggling.

She scampered between Caitlin’s spread legs, sat on her haunches and looked nervously at the babysitter’s pussy. She looked uncertain about putting her mouth to another person’s vagina. Still fastidious to a fault, the idea seemed to bother her more than a little bit.

Caitlin held her breath, really hoping the girl would go through with it. Having a little girl go down on her would be fuel for many late night fantasies. She needed them to get through her time away from the girl.

The breath she was holding caught in her throat as the girl made up her mind, took a deep breath to steel her spine, then kissed Caitlin’s pussy like she had Mandy’s. It was just a peck, like the kiss on the cheek of a grandmother. Still, it sent a shiver through Caitlin. It wasn’t much but it got the juices flowing.

It must not have been so horrible because the girl did it, again, her lips lingering longer this time. Caitlin finally let out her pent up breath in a long sigh. The girl looked up at her, then stuck out her tongue. It was comical, the way she closed her eyes and went for it. Her tongue was hot and wet when it found Caitlin’s sex. She let her tongue flick a few times, then carefully opened her eyes. Pulling back, she looked at Caitlin’s womanhood, her eye wide at what she’d done. Caitlin had to bite back a laugh.

A little less hesitantly, she put her mouth to Caitlin, her tongue teasing her clit. A moan escaped Caitlin’s lips and she gently undulated her hips against the girl’s mouth. Maybe it was all the encouragement the girl needed because she didn’t pull away this time. Her hot tongue continued to lap at her like a cat would a saucer of cream.

Propped up on her elbows, Caitlin watched the seven year old eat her pussy, her body thrumming with nervous excitement. It was wrong how excited it made her, watching the girl’s tongue flick back and forth across her bud. It wasn’t an image she’d soon forget.

“That feels so good, Mandy,” Caitlin moaned, her head falling back, “please don’t stop.”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her, then through her. Each one crested higher, crashed harder. The little girl was driving her body crazy and it writhed out of control. The poor kid had a hold of both thighs, was trying to keep her jerking sex to her mouth. She grabbed double handfuls of the sheets, tried to keep her body under control. It had little effect, her excitement too great.

It was all too much to bear. She was too excited for it to last long. Only a five minutes and she felt tension creep into her body. Like Caitlin, the girl had learned how to tell when the other was going to climax. She fought Caitlin’s thrashing body, managed to bring her to a back arching, whole body shaking orgasm. It was so violent, she almost knocked the startled girl aside as her body went nuts.

“Oh, God,” she laughed, breathlessly. She brushed her hair out of her face, kept repeating, “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Caitlin,” the girl asked, looking at her with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“Come here,” she said, pulling the girl down atop her. She hugged the girl, gave her a very heartfelt kiss, “Holy, shit, kid. That was amazing.”

“I did okay,” she asked.

“You did wonderful, Kiddo. Holy shit, that was good! I’m shaking like a leaf.”

“Caitlin,” she said, grinning shyly.

“Yeah, sweetie,” she said, stroking the girl’s wet cheek.

“Going down,” she said, then blushed.

“What about it, Kiddo?”

“I-I kind of like it,” she said, like she was admitting to liking hot sauce on her Fruit loops.

“Good to hear,” Caitlin said, trying to get her breathing under control, “because we have to do this, again.”

“Yeah,” the girl asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Caitlin said, kissing her. She could taste herself on the girl’s lips, got a little thrill at the thought of sending the girl to bed with her pussy juices still on her face.

“I guess I better get dressed,” the girl said, looking at her alarm clock, “Mom and Dad will be home soon.”

“Actually, they won’t,” Caitlin said, grinning at the girl, “They are staying out late, won’t be in for another three hours or so.”

“Really,” Mandy asked, her eyes wide.

“I know you already had a day full of firsts but do you want to try something else,” Caitlin asked, running her hand over the girl’s back and buttocks.

“Like what?”

“There is an adult game called tribbing,” Caitlin said, still caressing the girl’s slight body, “if you want to play, I can show you.”

“Umm… Okay.”

“Yeah,” Caitlin asked, grinning at her.

“Yeah,” the girl said, more sure this time.

Caitlin sat up Indian style, the girl slipping down into her lap. She pulled Mandy’s legs out behind her, so she sat facing her. Grinning at the girl, she opened her thighs a bit more, so the seven year old was really sitting in the hollow of her legs, her young sex pressed against Caitlin’s. The girl’s eyes widened and she looked down at the meeting of their bodies, then back up at the babysitter.

“Roll your hips like you were trying to scoot forward,” Caitlin said, putting her hands on the girl’s backside to help her. It took her a few tries but she seemed to get the idea, rubbing her body against Caitlin’s.

Moaning, she said, “That’s it. Just like that.”

Not really believing it was happening, Caitlin became aroused as she tribbed with the seven year old. The feel of the little pussy grinding against hers was delicious, made her moan every time their bodies came together. Her cute face screwed up in a rictus of pleasure, it was clear Mandy was enjoying herself, as well.

Her hands still on her backside, Caitlin helped her really grind her pussy against hers, their bodies making a meaty smack as they came together. Wetting her fingers with saliva, she rubbed them on the girl’s sex, lubricating their movements.

“Caitlin,” the girl breathed.

“Yeah, Sweetie,” she moaned. One of her hands came up to brush the lock of hair that had fallen in the girl’s face back behind her ear. She touched the girl’s cheek lovingly.

“I like tripping,” Mandy said, startling a laugh from Caitlin. Her mind flashed an image of a whacked out Mandy in a tie-dyed shirt holding up the peace sign and she laughed harder.

“Tribbing, Sweetie,” she said, kissing the girl, “what we are doing is called tribbing.”

“Tribbing,” the girl said, grinning even though she didn’t know what was funny.

“Well,” Caitlin said, moaning, “I like tribbing with you, too.”

A sheen of sweat had broken out between them, both girls breathing heavy from their efforts. Caitlin’s animal sounds of pleasure where chorused by the little girl’s own, mingling in the quiet room until they became a beautiful song of ecstasy.

Glancing to her left, Caitlin realized she could see them in the mirrored door to the girl’s closet. She watched with growing excitement as the girl’s skinny body flexed and thrust, her little back arched. It was erotic and inappropriate, turned Caitlin on like never before. Seeing the girl grind against her, coupled with the feel of her tiny body rubbing deliciously against her lower abdomen, was like a one-two punch to her senses.

“What are you looking at,” Mandy asked, seeing she didn’t have Caitlin’s complete attention.

“Us,” Caitlin said, shifting on the bed a little so the girl could see their reflection in the mirror. Like the babysitter, the girl seemed to find their coupling mesmerizing. Her big brown eyes never wavered from the glass as she continued to roll her hips into Caitlin’s counter-thrusts.

“Look at us,” Caitlin moaned, grinning at the girl in the mirror.

“It is like we are dancing,” she said.

Oddly enough, Caitlin understood the statement. There was a note of choreography to their movements, a sensual grace to the way their bodies found each other. It was beautiful and lovely and Caitlin found she couldn’t look away.

In the reflection, Mandy’s eyes suddenly widened. Caitlin heard the change in her breathing, felt the girl’s hips start to jerk without grace. Grinning, she grabbed her buttocks, again, and helped her grind her way to her climax. The girl stiffened in her lap, a gasp escaping her as her body went crazy. Caitlin cried out, the girl’s spasming body bringing her her own orgasm. Her reflection cried out, too, if silently. She’d never watched herself come before, found it almost comical the way her body jerked every time Mandy’s body touched hers.

She hugged the girl to her, kissed her neck. The girl hugged her back, her little arms around Caitlin’s neck. She could feel the girl’s racing heart against her breast and it made her smile. For a long moment, she just held the girl, relishing her warmth, the weight of her body in her lap. The girl didn’t seem to mind, clung to Caitlin. It was a sweet, tender moment that made Caitlin’s own heart pitter patter in her chest.

Mandy finally pulled back, grinned at Caitlin, “That was a fun game.”

“Want to play again, sometime?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, grinning. Her enthusiasm made Caitlin flush with excitement.

“Maybe before bath time, next time,” Caitlin said, looking at the girl’s sweaty little body, “I think we are going to need another bath.”

“We better wait,” the girl said.

“Why,” Caitlin asked, raising her eyebrows.

“So we don’t have to take three baths,” the girl said, a playful grin on her adorable face.

Laughing, Caitlin gave the girl a kiss, “I love the way you think, Kid.”

2 Responses to Broken People, Part Four

  1. Fur says:

    Again I love your story and your characters Ebo. I cant wait to see where you will take this story

  2. Minnona Derice says:

    Well I share Fur in hoping that this has more yet to go. You might take a page from mine and have them trib laying down with Mandy nurses on Caitlin’s tits. Sweet Mandy had a marvelous Birthday thanks to baby sitter. I wished I had that sort of a birthday when I was that age. I had to wait until I was 15 to get a sexy birthday but it was awesome :-)

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