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 Little Neighbor Girl an older teen takes a pre-teen as her new friend f/g

   (C) Tanya Writer 2016

   This is a work of fiction for adults only.  The characters and their
actions are fiction and none of this has ever happened.  The author does
not condone or endorse any illegal activities written of in the story. 
This just a story, do not do this at home.  If you are under the age of
majority in your state or country please go somewhere else this story is
not for you.





   Little Neighbor Girl

   Monica sat outside the house she lived in.  Actually it was a basement
apartment in a house.  She sat on top of the steps that led down to her
underground apartment.  She was under an overhang that would keep the rain
or snow off her.  She smoked her morning cigarette.  She needed to smoke
outside because Mrs.  Warren wouldn't let Monica smoke inside.  It was one
of the few inconveniences that Monica put up with.  But she didn't mind
since she got a sweet deal out of the thing.

   Monica sat out there, even though the weather was getting colder.  She
had been out there most mornings for the past few months.  As she sat
there, she could see the kids lining up to wait for the bus that would take
them to school every morning.  Monica noted most of the kids were little
kids, some bigger, they were all different ages.  She figured they must be
going to the local elementary school about a mile away.  It would be a
pretty far walk for some of the smaller kids.

   As she sat absent mindedly staring off into space, she took slow drags
on her smoke.  Her baby monitor sat beside her.  She kept her ear on it,
waiting for Olivia to wake up.  She knew she would want a feeding and
probably a changing Monica looked forward to that feeding.  She could feel
her breasts filling up and she would be glad to get them emptied.

   Monica noticed as the kids all lined up, there was always one, a little
older, who was not in the line.  She stood a few feet away from them.  Or
rather they stood away from her.  Sometimes Monica was out early enough to
see the first of them arrive.  If the girl was there first the others
wouldn't line up behind her.  They would form a line near her and all the
kids would join that second line leaving her standing by herself.  If she
joined a line already formed, the line would move away from her, leaving
her by herself.

   The kids were a bunch of chatterboxes but they didn't talk to her and
she didn't talk to any of the other kids.  Monica thought it rather
strange. The other thing Monica noted was this was the second time this
week that the girl had worn that same dress, and today was only Wednesday.

   When Monica came out Thursday at about the usual time, she didn't expect
to see anyone because the radio had said schools would be starting later
due to the rain.  It was then she saw the girl come up.  Monica could see
that she was wearing a different dress.  It looked a little short on her,
and perhaps a little worn.  Monica guess that she wasn't wearing it for the
fashion of it.  She had on a sweater over top.  But she carried no umbrella
nor was she wearing a raincoat or jacket.  The girl's hair was all wet and
her sweater was wet too.  She also noted that the girl wore sneakers that
also looked wet.

   Monica sympathized for the girl.  She knew how it felt to be needy.  Did
this girl know the buses would be running late today?  She looked drenched.
Monica called out to her.  The girl heard her and turned in Monica's
direction.  She looked a little unsure.  Monica was waving for the girl to
come over to her.

   The girl walked over to Monica, she asked "Did you want me?"

   "Yeah," said Monica.  "Don't you have enough sense to get out of the
rain?"

   "But, I have to be over there for the bus to pick me up," she said,
pointing.

   "You don't know that the buses are running late, because of the rain?"

   The girl shook her wet head.  "No.  Why did you want me to come over
here?"

   "You need to get out of the rain you can't stand there until the bus
comes.  What's your name?" Monica asked.

   "Barbara."

   "Don't you have a raincoat or an umbrella?" she inquired of the dripping
girl.

   "No."

   "You can't go to school all wet like that.  You look like a drowned rat.
Come with me." Picking up her baby monitor, Monica led her back down into
her place.  "You need to get out of that wet dress.  Go in here in get it
off." She led her to the bathroom picking up a couple of towels on the way.
The girl stripped off her dress and handed it to her.  "Here dry yourself
off while I get your dress dry."

   Barbara took the towels then shucked off her shoes and socks.  She was
standing in just her panties.  She started to dry her hair with a towel,
while Monica hung her sweater on a hanger in the shower, so it would drip
it's water without making a mess on the floor.

   Monica took a quick look at her.  Light brown hair down to her shoulder
blades.  Very skinny with her ribs showing through her chest, which was as
flat as a board.  She wore panties that were many sizes too large for her.
They were a faded yellow.  It looked like the elastic had gone out of them,
she had a safety pin keeping them up.  They must have been hand me downs,
maybe from an adult.

   Monica used her key to get in the back door to Mrs.  Warren's place she
found the iron, and headed back down.  Barbara was still standing in her
panties.  Monica sent her back into the bathroom, gave her the hair drier
and set the girl to work drying her hair.  Monica set to work ironing the
dress.  The heat of the iron was raising billows of steam as it dried the
dress.  It didn't hurt that it took the wrinkles out of the garment.  The
girl came out of the bathroom and stood next to Monica as she worked.

   Monica addressed her, "Why don't you have a rain coat?"

   "I don't know, mom never got me a new one."

   "You did have one, before?"

   "Yeah I did but it is too small for me now," Barbara said.

   "How old are you?"

   "Nine and a half."

   "What grade are you in?"

   "Fourth."

   "When did you have your last raincoat?"

   "I don't know...  kindergarten maybe?"

   "Your parents haven't bought you another one since then?"

   "I only have a mom."

   "What happened to your dad?"

   "I didn't have one, least ways not that I know."

   Just then there was a cry from the bedroom.  Monica put the iron down,
saying, "Hold on a minute." She walked into the bedroom and in a minute
came out with Olivia in her arms.

   Barbara brighten up with sparking eyes, saying, "You have a baby.  Oh
how awesome!  Whose baby is it?"

   "Mine."

   "What's its name."

   "It's not an it, she is a her.  Her name is Olivia, and I am Monica."

   "Oh that's so cool!  How old is she?"

   "She's seven months old."

   "Where is your husband?"

   "I don't have one."

   "She doesn't have a dad?"

   "No just me."

   "She's like me then.  But you aren't as old as my mom."

   "No probably not.  But then she isn't as old as you either?" Monica said
with a twinkle in her eye.  Being around her daughter always put her in
good mood.  "You think you can finish doing your dress?  You saw what I was
doing?"

   "Yeah." Barbara took up the iron and began to work on the lower part of
the dress.  Monica pulled her t-shirt off over her head.  She sat down in a
chair and lifted her daughter to her left breast.  Olivia took it and began
to suckle at the now protruding nipple.

   Barbara looked over as though as breast feeding was some sort of
spectacle.  Her eyes were about to bug out of her head.  She lost all track
of what she was doing.  It was a good thing Monica looked over at her.  She
had to call out, "Hey, watch what you're doing or you'll burn the dress."

   Barbara jumped jerking the iron up and tore her eyes away from Monica's
breasts are returned them to the job she was supposed to be doing.  In a
couple of seconds when she composed herself, she asked, "You're feeding
her?"

   "Yeah, duh.  You never saw a baby suckling before?" Monica glanced over
at the kitchen clock and said to Barbara, "You better get busy since the
bus will be along soon."

   "OH!" Barbara exclaimed and put the iron down.  "I think it's done."
With she pulled it over her head.  "Oh it's so warm.  Where is my sweater?"

   "In the bathroom," was Monica's answer.  Barbara ran to get it.  But is
still had water dripping out of it.  She came back into the kitchen where
Monica was feeding.  Olivia.

   "My sweater is too wet to wear what can I do?"

   "Let me look and see if there isn't something I can do." She got up
going to the bedroom carrying her infant in one arm while the baby happily
nursed at her mother.  She pulled an old sweater of hers off a hanger and
brought it out.  This might be too big for you but it is better than
nothing."

   "But what about my shoes?"

   "Oh that's a problem.  Here hold Olivia." She pulled the baby from her
breast, there was a little popping noise when the suction was broken.  The
little tot looked up into a small smiling face that she hadn't seen before.


   "Hello Olivia, aren't you a cute baby?" the young girl smiled down to
her.

   Meanwhile Monica went back into her room digging through a drawer she
pulled out a small pair of socks.  Not only were they small for her they
weren't new, but at least there were no holes in them despite being worn in
places.  "Wait here," Monica called out and she was out up the back stairs
to Mrs.  Warren's house.  Monica's B cup breasts had a slight wobble to
them as she moved quickly.  She came back with a pair of rubber boots . 
"I'm sorry you'll have to wear these, but you won't have any shoes to wear
under them."

   "Do you have an umbrella?" The girl asked.

   "No but we can do something, it might not look nice but it should keep
you dry." Monica took a 50 gallon trash bag and cut a V-neck hole in the
middle of the bottom.  She cut two holes one along each seem of the side of
the bag.  She then went in rooted around in the bathroom and came out with
an old shower cap.

   Taking back her daughter from the preteen who had been talking to her
and making faces at the baby, she had the girl dress with the improvised
rain coat.  "Well it isn't the latest style but it should keep you dry."

   "Wow this is great how can I repay you?" the young girl asked.

   "You can be my friend.  I don't have too many friends around here."

   Barbara said, "Gosh, I would bet you have tons of friends `cause you're
so nice."

   "Look, you'd better go.  I have things that have to be done and Olivia
has to finish eating, plus I have to get ready for work."

   "OK can I see you again, later?" Barbara asked with some excitement in
her voice, maybe she could have a friend too.

   "You better come by after school Mrs.  Warren will want her boots back,"
Monica laughed.

   When Barbara went to the bus the other kids laughed at her improvised
raincoat.  But Barbara didn't care.  They always laughed at her.  At least
now she was dry, and maybe she made a friend.

   Monica got herself and Olivia ready.  She took the infant up to Mrs. 
Warren.  Rose Warren was an old softy, she loved the little girl and was
glad to help her young mother.  But she did need help around the house
since her husband died last year.  She wasn't getting any younger.  The
years were piling up on her, limiting her ability to take care of the yard.
But she did so love her garden, and needed help with from the young girl.

   The horn honked on the car out front.  With a quick kiss to her daughter
and wave to Mrs.  Warren Monica dashed off to the waiting car.  She tried
to run between the drops.  When she got in the car after the short run the
women behind the wheel told her, "You need to get an umbrella." To which
Monica could only agree.

   The rain abated somewhat in the early afternoon and Monica dashed over
to a local drug store.  Due to the weather they were doing great business
on umbrellas.  In an effort to do even better they had put them on sale,
with a second one half off.  Monica thought of her new little friend,
Barbara, and got a second smaller one for her.

   Her shift ended at four, having started at nine that morning.  Her
co-worker Kelly dropped her home.  They worked well together.  Kelly would
open the store and get things ready while Monica baked the bread from the
dough the night shift prepared the night before.  She diced up the
vegetables and readied the meats and cheeses.  Kelly straightened things
out while Monica dealt with the food.  It was the same thing when they were
open serving customer Kelly handled the money and Monica made the
sandwiches to order.

   They each envied the other's lives.  Kelly had a husband and a stable
home, but she didn't have any children, which she wanted very much.  Monica
had a child but not the stable home with an anchor like Kelly's husband,
Roger.

   But there was hope for Monica, she had Mrs.  Warren and if she needed
her, Mrs.  Harrison.  Perhaps Monica had a new friend too.

   When Monica got home the rain had stopped and sitting on the stoop in
front of the steps leading down to her little apartment was Barbara.

   "Have you been waiting long?" Monica asked the girl.

   "It's been a little while I don't know how long.  We get out of school
at 3:15, and it takes the bus a little while to get us here."

   "Let me open up the door you can go in, I have to go up and get my
daughter.  Give me the boots, so I can take them back." Monica was back
quickly, while inside Barbara had found her now dry shoes.  putting back
Monica's sweater she was looking for her own sweater.  Finding it put in on
about the time Monica came back with Olivia.

   "How was school today?"

   "It was OK."

   "Just OK?"

   "Yeah, the teacher is nice, but some of the kids aren't nice, they make
fun of me.  They didn't like my raincoat, but I did.  I was dry all the
day. Thanks."

   "Oh here before I forget, I will give this to you.  I got it for you."
Monica handed Barbara the umbrella.

   "Oh wow, I never had anyone give me anything before, thanks ever so
much."

   "You don't get birthday presents or Christmas presents?"

   "No mom doesn't have the money for that sometimes.  Unless she has a
good day or something."

   "What does your mom do?"

   "I don't know, she never said.  Maybe cleaning?  She works downtown at
night.  She says they move around where they work because they are always
doing sweeps.  I don't know why they are always sweeping up.  I guess her
boss is named John.  She talks very little about him.  She is always
meeting him in places.  Sometimes he pays her a lot sometimes not so much."

   "Oh." Monica said.  "When does she go to work?"

   "She goes when it is starting to get dark, and she comes home late at
night.  I don't know what time she gets home most of the time.  Most times
I don't hear her come in, but sometimes I do.  Sometimes I hear when some
man comes with her.  I know it is a man because I hear his voice.  A couple
of times I got up and peeked into her room.  One time she was naked on her
hands and knees on the bed and the man was behind her kneeling behind her.
He was naked too.  It looked like he was bumping into her butt.  He would
move a little away from her then move back towards her.  I watched a little
bit before I went to my room."

   "That was all you saw?" Monica asked.

   "One other time I saw them, it was another man, I hadn't seen him
before. He was naked and sitting on the edge of the bed and mom was
kneeling down in from of him I couldn't see what she was doing so well but
she was moving her head up and down.  I could see that he was all naked.  I
could see his chest and his legs, but I couldn't see the middle of him. 
Mom was blocking my sight.  Mom was naked too but I could only see her from
the back.  The guy didn't see me 'cause I was only looking through a crack
in the door, and he had his head back and his eyes closed."

   "Did you know your mom was having sex with those guys?"

   "That's what sex is?"

   "Your mom was doing that, I might guess with a John." Monica smiled
inwardly because she knew who this 'John' was that Barbara's mother was
meeting.

   "Both of those guys were John?"

   "Yeah I am sure your mom knows, and works for a lot of Johns."

   "So you think mom does sex with John?"

   "Yeah I am sure of it, that is what you saw her doing.  Don't you know
anything about sex?"

   "No."

   "Don't you and your girlfriends talk about it at school or you haven't
heard things around the playground?"

   "I don't have any friends, and nobody talks to me on the playground. 
Why do people have sex?"

   "Because it is fun.  It feels great."

   "Wow, have you have ever done it too?"

   "Of course I have silly.  That is how you get a baby.

   "So you must have done it because you have a baby," Barbara mused.

   "I've done it with lots of guys, they liked it, and so do I."

   "That's weird."

   "Not so weird you'll know better when your older."

   "If you're not married, how come you don't live with your folks?"

   "My folks kicked me out of the house."

   "How come?"

   "Because I was having sex and was pregnant."

   "Because you weren't married?"

   "Well, that was part of it.  Those things you saw your mom doing, I was
doing that too.  But because I wasn't as old as her.  My folks got mad and
kicked me out.  I wasn't married to the guys I had sex with.  You know you
don't have to be married to do it.  You don't have to be married to get
pregnant.  One of the guys I was with got me pregnant.  My parents didn't
like that I was having sex and that I was going to have a baby.  They said
since I wasn't going to live by their rules, I wasn't going to live in
their house.  They kicked me out."

   "What did you do?"

   "I ended up in a shelter for women.  They helped me a lot.  They helped
me when Olivia was born and I lived with them for a while and the social
worker, Mrs.  Harrison, helped me too.  She got me emancipated from my
parents and helped me get stuff like I get a card for food, and they pay
part of my rent to Mrs.  Warren, stuff like that."

   "What's emancipated?"

   "That means I don't have to have my parents' permission for anything, I
can do what I want; I am treated like an adult."

   "How old are you?"

   "Seventeen."

   "Wow and you have a baby and everything.  But you aren't so much older
than me I thought you had to be a lot older to have babies."

   "No a girl can have a baby any time after she gets her period."

   "What's a period?"

   "When a girl bleeds from her pussy every month."

   "My mom sometimes puts stuff in her panties sometimes and she doesn't go
out to work very much for those few days."

   "Yeah, well that's when she's having her period.  You'll get yours in a
couple of years too.  What time do you have to be home?"

   "Oh, look it's going on five o'clock I better go.  Mom will be up. 
Maybe she will make dinner before goes out to work.  I better go home and
see.  Bye Monica, bye Olivia." With that the young girl dashed out of the
door.

   Monica smiled to her daughter, "She's a nice girl don't you think? 
Maybe we will see her more."

   The next morning the rain had cleared up but it was colder.  Monica
wanted her smoke and to watch and see if Barbara was in the line for the
bus.  But she was torn about going out because it was getting down right
chilly.  She put on a warm coat, and went out.  She sat there and saw
Barbara come up to the bus stop.  There was time before the bus would be
there.  Barbara turned around to see Monica sitting outside.

   The girl waved and then walked over to the young woman.  "Hi Monica. 
How come you're out here?"

   "I can't smoke inside, Mrs.  Warren doesn't allow, and it isn't good for
Olivia."

   "You should quit.  We learned all about smoking in health class.  They
said it does lots of bad things to you."

   "Yeah I know I got the same thing in health class when I was in school."

   "Why do you do it?"

   "I guess it is just a bad habit, I picked up." Laughing she said, "I
guess it is the only bad habit that I have left."

   "What other habits did you have."

   "I use to have lots of sex, but I don't have that anymore."

   "How come you don't you do it?  Can't you?  Or are you afraid that you
will have more babies?"

   "I don't have a partner to make love with."

   "You mean a boyfriend?  Gosh I would think all the boys would like you."

   "Maybe they would before, but now that I have a baby they don't want
anything to do with me.  It seems the guys only want one thing."

   "Oh I got to go, the bus is here.  Can I come over after school?"

   "Yeah, see you later." She watched the girl run off to the bus she saw
her through the window and waved to the girl as she rode away.

   ****

   Barbara was true to her word and came to Monica's place.  Since she
wasn't home yet, Barbara sat down where Monica would sit.  She waited a
while until she saw a car pull and Monica got out.

   She came up, "Hi kiddo, you been waiting here long?"

   "A little while, it's kinda cold but I wanted to see you."

   "How come?"

   Rather sheepishly, replied, "I don't have any friends and mom always
wants me to be quiet when I'm home."

   "You go in while I go up and get Olivia." Unlocking the door the older
girl ushered the young girl in.  She then turned and went up to get her
daughter from her care-provider.  Coming back into her own place she said
to her daughter, "Let's check your diaper.  Oh you little thing you have a
messy diaper, you need to be changed."

   Barbara looked on as Monica changed the infant.  "Look at her mouse it
looks so big."

   "Her what?"

   "Her mouse, right here," she said pointing to Olivia's pussy.

   "Is that what you call it?"

   "Yeah that's what my mom says it called."

   "Why did she say that?"

   "She said because it is all furry like a mouse.  But mine isn't furry
like hers.  But I saw baby mice in science class they didn't have any hair
on them.  So I guess I am like a baby mouse."

   "It's not called a mouse, everyone calls it a pussy.  Haven't you ever
seen a little girl's pussy before?"

   "No.  Hers looks so big."

   "It just looks like that because she's so small, as she grows it will
seem smaller.  In the same way her head looks big for someone her size."

   "You think mine was like that?"

   "Yeah, all of us girls went through a stage like that." She said over
her shoulder to Barbara.  Turning back to her infant she spoke, "There you
are my little one, all clean and dry.  You hungry?  " Monica pulled her
shirt off and removed her bra.  She brought Olivia to her breast.  The
infant latched on her and began to suck.

   Barbara looked on she watched the baby feed, but she also looked at
Monica's boobs.  "Wow you have boobies that are sticking up."

   "What do you mean?"

   "My mom's boobies hang down."

   "Are hers large?"

   "Yeah they are much bigger than yours."

   "Mine are smaller and because I am younger than she is, plus mine are
full of milk and they don't droop." Monica feed her child while Barbara
looked on in silence.  After a bit Olivia was pulling away.  "Is that all
you want?  You hardly emptied me." She pulled away the infant from her
breast and began to burp her.

   Barbara could hardly take her eyes away from Monica's boobs.  Eventually
when Monica pulled her shirt down that it broke the trance on Barbara.

   "Does your mom let you go around to friends after school in your school
clothes?"

   Looking shyly Barbara said, "I don't know what she would say, because I
don't have any friends, so I don't go anywhere after school."

   "But don't you have to change out of your school clothes?"

   "No I don't have school clothes, I just have clothes."

   "What do you wear when you are home?"

   "What I'm wearing now."

   "You don't have any play clothes?"

   "No," said Barbara.

   Monica asked, "So you just wear what you are wearing now?"

   "Yeah, unless I'm doing something that might make my clothes dirty or
wet, like if I am doing the dishes."

   "What do you wear then?"

   "Just my panties."

   "You don't have any other clothes?"

   "Just my PJ's and my sweater."

   "What do you do when it gets cold?"

   Barbara shrugged her shoulders "I just wear my sweater and try to stay
warm."

   Monica was filled with horror that she went through this.  She could
remember back to when she lived at home.  She had all the clothes she
needed or even wanted.  She hadn't gone to school cold.  She never knew a
hungry day, at least until that day she was kicked out of her own home. 
But even then Monica had a happy landing, ending up at the women's shelter.
The social worker Mrs.  Harrison had helped her so much.  Maybe Monica
could pay back Mrs.  Harrison by helping someone else.  Working with her
social worker had helped her learn the ins and outs of the system.

   She spoke to the girl with an idea in mind.  "Tomorrow is Saturday, can
you come over then?"

   "Yeah.  Why?"

   "It's my day off.  I will take you somewhere with me.  You wanna go?"

   "Oh yeah, I'll go anywhere you want to." With that she took her leave of
her new older friend.

   ****

   Bright and early the next morning Barbara was at Monica's door.  A
little too early for Monica's taste.  Monica answered the door in just a
long t-shirt that functioned as her nightgown.  She let the girl in while
yawning and stretching.  Speaking in hushed tones she asked, "What are you
doing here so early?"

   "This is the time I go to school.  Is it early?"

   "It is for a Saturday." When the girl looked a bit downcast, Monica
added, "It's OK we might as well get a start on the day." With that she
stripped off her t-shirt and started walking toward the bathroom to get a
shower.  Barbara could see that she was not wearing panties.  Monica turned
to her and said, "Listen for Olivia if she wakes up." When she had turned
Barbara could see the pubic hair on the girl.  Was it only older girls who
had it she wondered.  She didn't have any hair there, Olivia didn't have
any, but her mom did.

   Monica was out of the shower quickly but her daughter slept on.  Monica
dressed and came out and set a bowl on the table she took a box of cereal
and milk from the fridge.  She put some bread in the toaster and got out
butter and jam.  Then she took some cheese and put in on a plate.  Barbara
watched with rapt attention.  When Monica noticed, she said "What?  Didn't
you eat breakfast already?"

   "Yeah, mom got some granola bars.  I ate one."

   "That's all you had?"

   "That's all I ever have."

   "You don't have other things?"

   "No." The girl looked down, "mom says that we can't afford too much.  It
is harder for her to work when the weather is cold.  She said John doesn't
come out as much.  So she can't afford much."

   It was then that Monica noticed that the girl was wearing one of the
dresses, and had just her sweater on.  Monica knew that today was going to
be a colder one, but at least the forecast didn't call for rain.

   "You want some breakfast with me?"

   "I can I?  Do you have enough to share?"

   "Yeah get yourself a bowl and spoon.  Help yourself.  You can have this
toast, I'll make more." Barbara tried not to show how hungry she was by not
devouring the food put in front of her.  But she was hungry and with so
much food, she couldn't help herself.

   There was a cry from the bedroom.  "Olivia is up." With that Monica got
up to attend to her baby.  Barbara followed behind.  When she got in the
room Monica had the wet diaper off her daughter and was going to put on the
new on.

   "Monica, can I ask you a question?"

   "Yeah sure kid go ahead."

   "Ummm, well I saw you when you took of your shirt and you had a bunch of
hair, you know, on your mouse, mmm I mean your pussy.  My mom has it too,
but I don't have any and Olivia doesn't have any, is that because we are
babies?"

   Monica started to laugh and caught herself.  "Every girl gets hair there
when she gets older.  You'll get some too in a few years.  Everybody does,
even guys to when they get older."

   "Is that like when girls get older they get their boobies too?"

   "Yeah the kinda come together.  You get the hair and you get your boobs
around the same time.  Around that time you'll get your period too."

   "That's the thing you said makes you have babies?"

   "Yep."

   "I won't have a baby if I don't want one?"

   With a chuckle, Monica answered "No, you need to do sex things with a
guy to have that happen to you.  Stay away from guys and you won't have to
worry."

   "Olivia is cute but I don't think I would want a baby." The girl smiled
at the baby.



   "You won't have to worry about that for some time.  All right, my
dearest one, you're all clean and dry, you ready to eat?" Taking her child
she sat down on the sofa and pulled up her shirt.  She brought her baby to
her breast and the child latched on and began to suck.  When Olivia did
that it always gave Monica a bit of the thrill down in her pussy.  She
always knew they seemed to be wired together.  A guy playing with her
breasts was a good way to start to get her pussy wet.  With Barbara looking
at her, no more like staring, at her boobs it was getting her pussy wetter.
It had been a while since she had been in bed with a girl.  Heck it had
been a while she had been to bed with anyone.

   Olivia emptied one breast but couldn't finish the other.  Leaving Monica
dripping.  Handing her child to her guest she took off her shirt and went
to get a nursing bra.  It looked she might need one today if they are going
out.  She dressed and took a baby carrier and put her in.  Olivia was used
to it being clean, dry and full she could rest her head against her mom's
chest and drift off to sleep as Monica walked.

   Barbara asked, "Where are we going?"

   "First we have to go by my work.  I want to pick up my pay, then we're
going shopping."

   They walked the short way to a bus stop and took it down the line to the
sandwich shop.  Monica picked up her pay and then led the girl to another
bus stop.  This time they headed downtown.  "Where are we going now?"

   "You'll see." She took her the woman's shelter.  Monica walked in and
recognized a few of the workers and waved to them.  She explained why she
had come back after everyone had spent some time looking at little Olivia.
"I need to get a winter coat for her," she said as she nodded in Barbara's
direction.  Lucy one of the workers took them into the back.  Monica
explained that Barbara's mom couldn't afford to buy her one.

   "That is why we are here to help those who need help.  How are you doing
Monica?" Lucy asked, while leading them back to where the donated clothes
were kept.

   "I'm doing good, I have that old apartment in Mrs.  Warren's house.  I
have a job and things are going OK.  How are things going here?" She asked
the woman.  Turning to Barbara, she asked, "You like this one?  Try it on."
The girl nodded her head then put it on.  It was a little large on her. 
"It is a bit big for you, but you'll grow into it," she said as she winked
at the girl.

   The older woman answered Monica's question as the girl tried on the
coat. "Oh you know we have the stream of women coming and going.  Always
seems like we are going to be out of business, but it seems God is watching
out for us, always just at the last minute someone will come and make a big
donation and it keeps us going.  It is always creates a warm feeling in you
when we help someone and get to see them make a success of themselves like
you, Monica.  You are welcome to the coat for your young friend."

   Barbara whispered to Monica, "I can't pay for this."

   "Don't worry about it," she said in a low voice.  In a louder voice she
said, "Barbara here is worried about paying you."

   "Barbara you don't have to pay us.  These coats are donated to us to
help women and children in need.  We don't charge for them.  That is why we
are here, to help women in need," Lucy told the girl.

   Monica said, "It was so good to see you, Lucy, and everyone.  We've got
another stop to make before going home, so we gotta run." Taking the
beaming girl by the hand she led her out of the community shelter.

   As they walked to the front the shelter worker spoke to her again,
"Don't be a stranger Monica we want to see you and Olivia more often." The
woman smiled and waved before turning to go back to her work.

   "WOW!  How did you know those people would give me a coat and not have
to pay for it?"

   "I told when my folks kicked me out of my house I ended up here, I lived
here until after Olivia was born.  That is what they do, they help women
who need help.  They take donations in this time of year they collect
winter coats.  Sometimes they are used and sometimes people bring in new
coats.  It looks like you got a newer one.  How does it feel?"

   "Oh Monica it feels so warm.  But I don't know if I can keep it."

   "Why?"

   "My mom doesn't like people giving us things, she says that they will
want something in return.  So she might not let me keep it."

   "Oh that's too bad.  But how about this, you keep at my place and come
over and get it when you need it, OK?"

   "OK.  Where are we going now?"

   "There is a thrift store just down the street."

   "You sure know your way around here."

   "I lived around here for several months.  I didn't have much to do,
besides go to school."

   "You don't go to school now?"

   "No I graduated from an alternative school, and since I am emancipated I
can do anything any other adult can do.  It's just that I'm not rich.  But
I can do what I want," Monica said with a bit of pride.

   Barbara was impressed.  "Wow, that's so nice."

   "No not really, it has been hard, but there are some good people who
help.  That is why I want to help you.  It is a way of paying back the good
things people have done for me." With that she gave the little girl's hand
a squeeze, and a smile.  The girl returned a beaming smile.

   They went into the thrift store and they went about picking some dresses
that Barbara liked and fit her.

   The cost was very minimal, Monica was able to buy three dresses and a
skirt and two blouses and a pair of pants for school.  She also got her a
pair of sweats that she could wear instead of her school clothes.  The
girl's wardrobe had been doubled.  All of it cost Monica less than $7.  To
top off their day they stopped at the sandwich shop again and Max the owner
gave them a toasted sandwich and chips with a drink all without a charge.

   When they got to back to Monica's place, Barbara was so happy she had a
nice warm coat, new clothes for school and her stomach was full.  Something
she didn't always have.  She could only express her happiness with squeals
of joy, jumping up and down and hugging Monica.  She covered Olivia with
kisses too.

   She insisted to trying on the new to her clothes putting on an impromptu
fashion show for Monica.  She didn't bother to go into the bedroom or
bathroom to change clothes.  She changed her clothes in from of Monica. 
Barbara twilled in her new outfits showing them off.  She was so thrilled
you would have thought they were the latest creations from Paris or Rome.
Monica noted that the panties the girl was wearing were too small for her,
and there were a couple of holes in the back of them.  She couldn't help
but to think to herself, how deprived this girl most be, no wonder she
doesn't have any friends.  She was such a cute girl and so nice that Monica
couldn't help but want to help her.  She wanted to be her mom and her big
sister at the same time.

   While Barbara was putting on her show, Monica changed Olivia.  She sat
down on the sofa and began to feed the baby.  The sight of Monica's bare
breasts slowed down the girl as she looked at the older girl's boobs.

   Monica broke her stares by saying, "You know Barb honey if you can't
take your coat home then I don't think you will be able to bring anything
else home with you.  But you can leave them here and come over a little
early in the morning and change clothes here before you go to school.  That
way you have more clothes to wear to school and your mom won't know."

   "What about my coat?"

   "Your mom isn't up when you leave to go to school?"

   "No."

   "So she will never see it when you leave for school.  Does she see you
when you come home?"

   "Sometimes she does."

   "That might be a problem.  Do you have a window to your bedroom?"

   "Yeah."

   "Can you get to it?"

   "Yeah."

   "When you get home put your coat outside your window then go inside and
bring it in, she'll never know.  If you have to leave the apartment when
she is up, do the same thing, put it outside your window, then go around
and get it."

   "Hey that is so smart, how do you think of things like that?"

   "I have gone in and out my window a lot when I lived at home, and I had
people come in my room at night that way too." Then with a touch of in
sadness in her voice she said, "Maybe I did it too much, that's how I got
pregnant."

   "Oh Monica I had such a nice day with you can I come back and see you
another time?"

   "Don't you think you'll need to, if you're going to wear your new
outfits to school?"

   "Oh yeah, I guess I'll have to.  I'll come over early so I can get ready
for school here, that OK?"

   "Yes dear, it's fine."

   With that she ran up and gave Monica a kiss on the cheek and ran off for
home.

   ******

   Monday morning Barbara was over bright and early, she was wearing her
new coat.  She was anxious to show it off at school.  It also kept her much
warmer than her sweater did.  Monica got up and answered the door, allowing
her young friend in.  Monica thought it might be as good a time as any for
a smoke.  She put on slippers and grabbed her coat.

   "I'm going to go have a smoke." She announced softly.

   "You know that it's bad for you, stay here with me.  I want to try on my
new dress and get ready for school."

   Monica agreed somewhat reluctantly.  She went into the bedroom where her
sleeping daughter lay in her crib.  She quietly took out the dress Barbara
had requested to wear.

   Barbara had stripped off the dress she had worn to Monica's.  She was
standing in her panties, another pair that not only was very tight on her
and had seen better days.  The fabric was worn thin and being overly snug
her little camel toe was visible to Monica.  The older girl glanced at it
with more than a casual interest.  But she also could see the girl could
use new underwear.  "Barb, honey do you have any another panties?"

   Barbara blushed, "I know these are old but I only have five pairs.  A
couple of them are mom's old ones that are too tight on her.  But they are
too big for me so I have to use the safety pins, and theses ones I've had
for a few years.  I'm sorry I don't have any better."

   "Don't worry about it kiddo, there isn't anybody going to be looking up
your dress, or at least those boys at school better not be."

   "No the boys don't do that to me.  They don't talk to me, the girls
don't either."

   "What about the teachers?"

   "Oh yes they are very nice to me.  But they keep telling me I can do
better than I do.  I don't know why."

   The week continued with Barbara coming over in the morning.  She would
put on sort of a strip show for the older teen, as she put on her new
clothes for school.  It had been some time since Monica had a lover.  Any
sex was better than nothing to her.  It wasn't like Monica hadn't ever been
to bed with a girl before, just not one like Barbara.

   Barbara was interested in seeing Olivia without her diaper.  She also
was all eyes when Monica would be topless when she breastfeed Olivia. 
Barbara arrived a little earlier than usual Friday morning.  The girl had
interrupted Monica's routine, she didn't have the time to go and smoke. 
She decided to use that time.  She made two braids in Barbara's hair one
hanging over each ear.

   She was a hit at school, at least with her teacher.  She told Barbara
how nice she looked and how pretty her hair looked.  When Barbara got to
Monica's she couldn't wait to tell the teen how her day went.  She didn't
mind the wait for the young woman to get home.

   When Monica got home Barbara could hardly contain herself with her
excitement to tell the young woman about her day.  She could only dance
around as she told Monica.  She was excited to see her, and express her
gratitude.  While Monica began to prepare dinner, Barbara offered to change
Olivia's dirty, stinky diaper.  She was glad to do it, such was her
excitement over her day.

   When she had finished, Monica asked, "Would you like to stay for
dinner?"

   "Oh can I, please?  I would love to eat over here with you and Olivia."

   "Call your mom and ask her if you can, just tell her you are at a
friend's house." Barbara called home and got permission to stay, and to top
it off her mom said she can stay the night if she wanted.  It got Barbara's
mom out of making dinner for her.  But she wanted to talk to her friend's
mother.

   Monica took the phone, she allowed, Barbara's mom, Ann, to think she was
Barbara's friend's mother.  She promised Ann to take care of her daughter
and to top it off Monica asked if Barbara could stay the weekend.  She said
there were clothes, Barbara could wear, so she wouldn't have to come home
for a change of clothes.

   When Ann agreed Barbara was over the moon.  While Monica prepared the
meal, which wasn't more than opening a few cans and mixing things together;
it still provided a decent meal without a lot of cost or unhealthy food. 
Barbara amused herself and Olivia by playing with the little one.  Olivia
could crawl and Barbara would place things just out of reach and encourage
the child to crawl to it.  This caused the baby to laugh and scream with
joy when she got it.  She enjoyed the faces that the girl would make for
her.

   Monica removed her shirt and sat down to feed her daughter.  Barbara sat
beside her watching in fascination.  Perhaps it wasn't so much to see a
baby eat, but rather she liked to look at Monica's breasts.  It was getting
to be a normal thing.  When she finished it was time for the older ones to
eat.

   Olivia sat in a highchair next to the table so she could see and they
could keep an eye on her.  Monica would take two bits of her food, and then
give Olivia a spoonful of her baby food.  Barbara had no problems eating,
she dove into her food like a hungry wolf.  Monica could only wonder how
much this girl got to eat.  She sure Barbara didn't have much in the way of
clothes.

   With the baby fed, it was time for a diaper change and then bed for the
baby.  Monica and Barbara stayed up playing a game for a couple of hours.
It was getting late.  Monica told her to go and take a bath before bed. 
Monica went into the bathroom and ran the water for the girl.  Barbara
showed no modesty and stripped off all her clothes and got into the tub. 
Monica took a good look at her body.  She wasn't very tall, only 4 foot 6
inches and was lucky to weigh 75 pounds.  Her chest was flat with her ribs
showing.  Her areolas were the size of dimes, a light shade of pink.  The
nipples only a pinhead sized spot that laid flat on her chest.  Her mons
was just a slightly raised area at the bottom of her abdomen.  The outer
lips were together with just a slight line dividing them.  Any inner lips
were not visible.  Neither was her clit.  Her hips were narrow without any
flair to them from her thin waist.  Her legs were like two thin bread
sticks.  There was a gap between them.

   Monica put in a little bubble bath for the girl and left her to her own
devices.  She figured the girl knew how to wash herself.  It was a while
before Barbara came out.  In the meantime she heard a lot of splashing
around.  The girl must have been having fun, and it showed it by the water
on the floor.  Barbara apologized and helped Monica clean it up.

   "I don't have any PJ's to put on," Barbara reminded her hostess.

   Monica went into her room and returned with an old t-shirt.  "You can
wear this tonight."

   "OK but I don't have any clean panties to wear."

   "So don't wear any."

   "How can I do that?"

   "Look I'm going to take a shower and I won't put any panties on under my
nightgown either, will that make you feel better?" she asked.

   Barbara nodded her agreement.  But she also followed Monica into the
bathroom.  It was Monica's turn to act the exhibitionist.  She made a point
of letting the young girl see her take off her bra and then her panties. 
Inward Monica had a secret thrill showing off to the young girl, seeing as
how she had been checking out her boobs every time that she feed Olivia. 
Barbara did comment to Monica, "Your mouse looks so funny with all that
hair."

   "It just grew there like that, and I haven't done anything about it.  I
trim it sometimes if I am going to wear a bathing suit.  You will get yours
in a few years too."

   The girl left the bathroom, and Monica got into the shower.  Something
about this girl had put ideas in her head and she felt horny.  She hadn't
felt that way in some time.  She used the shower nozzle to get herself off,
something else she hadn't done in a while.

   Being duly clean and dry, Monica led the girl quietly to her bed.  They
got in together and before they got to sleep Barbara told her that her
mother use to tuck her in at night and gave her a good night kiss.  She
wanted to know if she could have one from Monica too.  Monica was thrilled
and proud to do that for the girl.  She felt like her mom, big sister and
friend all rolled into one.  She drifted off to sleep with good feelings.

   The next morning it was Olivia who was up first her cries woke the
sleeping girls.  Monica changed the baby with Barbara right at her side
staring at the child's bare pussy, like she had never seen one before. 
When Monica took off her nightgown to feed Olivia, again, Barbara stared at
Monica's bare boobs.

   With Olivia's needs taken care of it was time for the two girls to eat.
While sitting there eating their cereal Monica asked her guest, "You were
looking at Olivia when she had her diaper off and me when I had my shirt
off, why?"

   "I don't know I guess I just like the way you look."

   "You mean our girly parts?"

   "Yeah they are neat, I like them."

   "But you're a girl too."

   "I know, but it isn't the same looking at myself it is better to look at
other girls."

   "Do you look at boys too?"

   "No, I don't look at them, except the ones I told you about in my mom's
room."

   "Don't you look at the boys at school?"

   "No and they don't like me looking at them either.  And besides I don't
like any of them anyway, they all look kinda funny to me.  I don't know but
girls just look so much nicer.  But if I look at a girl at school, somebody
will see and they say, 'Eeeeuuuu that weirdo is looking at you, let's
move.' What are we going to do today?" Barbara asked.

   "We are going shopping."

   "Like before?"

   "A little but we need to shop for food too."

   "You have to do that?"

   "Yes of course what did you think little elves come and fill my fridge
with food?" The both laughed at that.  "Also we need to go to the store,
you need panties.  Ones that fit you, not 3 years old ones, or
hand-me-downs from your mom."

   With everyone dressed and with Mrs.  Warren's shopping cart they headed
off for the stores.  Monica had become a good shopper, knowing where the
bargains could be found.  She bought two five packs of panties for Barbara
and hardly paid $5.  One pack had cartoon characters on them, the others
were solid colors.

   Then it was on to food.  She had learned all about the necessary food
groups, and what foods cost less and gave the most nutrition.  There are
somethings she needed to pay with her money for but the rest was covered by
her food stamps.  Food, (and panties), in hand they made their way home.

   Monica put the food away while Barbara ran off to try on her new
panties. She wanted to try them all on, they were 'so cute' she said, and
he hadn't had any new ones in a long time.  She was putting on a sort of
strip show, off went her clothes and she was naked but for her panties in
the living room and at that she was taking off each pair then putting on a
new one on and pranced around the place letting Monica see her in them. 
Then the last pair was off and a new one was on she was through all ten
panties.

   The last ones she kept on.  Monica changed Olivia fed her and put her
down for a nap.  Monica having taken off her top to feed her daughter, left
it off, and stripped of her pants so the girls sat around in their panties.
Monica put a move in the player and they watched a comedy together. 
Barbara asked, "Where did you get the movie?"

   "I rent them from the library, I can check them out for a week then
return them.  It is doesn't cost anything and I can get them almost as soon
as they are on Netflix it's nice it doesn't cost me anything."

   "Oh I didn't know you could do that.  I get books from the school
library sometimes, but I never seen movies there."

   "This isn't the school library, this is the public library.  I am sure
it is bigger than your school's library.  Bedsides movies I get books there
too.  I like to read or watch TV sometimes after I put Olivia to bed."

   Olivia was up and Barbara played with her while Monica made dinner. 
Monica breastfed Olivia and then fed her at the table some cereal and
stained beets.  The girls sat on the couch watching TV, with Monica
contented to hold her daughter while watching the program.  As the third
sitcom ended, Barbara had been laughing her head off.

   Monica fed her daughter, while Barbara eyed the woman's breasts.  When
it was time to put on a dry diaper for the night, Barbara volunteered to do
the job.  Monica looked on as she did.  Monica couldn't help but think that
his girl liked to look at naked girls.

   With Olivia in bed, Monica asked the girl, "Did you like the last show?
What did you think of the girls in it?"

   "Oh they were so cute I loved them.  Is every show like that one?  Do
you watch it all the time?" the young girls asked.

   "Yeah it funny and they get themselves into such trouble but somehow
they get out of it each week.  What do you watch on TV?"

   "We don't have a TV," Barbara replied sadly.

   "You don't have a TV?  How come?"

   "We use to have one a couple of years ago, but someone broke in and
stole it.  Mom didn't the money to buy a new one.  So if I have a library
book I read.  Sometimes I just lay there and think."

   "What do you think about?"

   "I don't know, just stuff?"

   "What kind of stuff?"

   "I don't know, maybe what if would be like if mom made more money, or if
I had friends, stuff like that."

   "Well, I'm your friend aren't I?"

   "Yeah you're the bestest friend I ever had." Monica gave her a little
hug for that.  With the movie over they played a two handed game of "Clue."
Barbara was able to figure it out first, though Monica only needed to know
the room to solve it.

   "OK kiddo, it is bath time.  You want a bath or shower?"

   "Can I have bubbles like yesterday?"

   "Yeah sure.  It's been a long time since I had a bubble bath you are
welcome to use my Mr.  Bubbles."

   "Do want to share it with me, I let you take a bath with me," Barbara
offered.

   "Sure kid let's go."

   With the water right and the bubbles making a big foam screen the two
girls were into the tub.  Barbara wanted to fool around and water was
sloshing all around, but so far none on the floor.  It was time to wash. 
Monica took her razor and began to shave her underarms.  Barbara watched in
fascination.  Then Monica started on her legs.  With her legs out of the
water she shaved them while the girl sat between the teen's legs watching.
"Why do you have to do that there?"

   "Because when I grew up, I grew hair there, it doesn't look so good to
be all hairy there."

   "But you grew hair on your mouse when you grew up, and you don't shave
that."

   "I haven't but you know some girls do shave there.  I just trim if I'm
going to wear a bathing suit."

   "How come you don't shave then, like you do the other places?"

   "I don't know I just never did.  If I did I would look like you, I
guess. You want me to look like a little girl?"

   Thinking about it for a minute she said, "Well, you would look like me
and Olivia."

   "Would you like that?"

   "Yeah that would be pretty cool."

   "OK you got it, hand me the soap.  I gotta get it kinda lubed up for the
razor." Monica started to rub soap across her pubic hair.

   "Do you want me to do that for you?" The young girl offered.

   "You want to put the soap on my 'mouse'?" The older girl asked in a bit
of amazement.

   "That's OK isn't it?"

   Giving Monica said, "Yeah sure kid, you can do that."

   With that Barbara soaped up her hand and ran it all over Monica's
'mouse.' She was all over the hair and also over Monica's lower lips.  It
was more like she feeling up the older girl more than getting her ready to
be shaved.  Monica knew what she was doing and let the girl do it, for a
while.  Finally she stopped the girl then began to shave away her pubic
hair.  When she was finished she was just as bald as the young girl.  "Wow
your mouse looks so cute with all the hair gone.  It looks so smooth,"
Barbara remarked.

   "Go ahead and touch it," Monica offered With Barbara's fingers all over
her there, she got the feeling that she was going to be needing to do some
touching here herself to take care of the fire Barbara was lighting,
playing with those matches the way she was.



   They dried and Barbara asked "Do you have a T-shirt I can wear to bed
tonight?"

   Monica looked at her and winked, and said, "Want to be naughty?"

   "Oh, what?"

   "Let's not wear anything to bed."

   Barbara laughed but nodded in agreement.  Her hostess lead her quietly
by the hand to the bed climbing in under the covers.  As they laid under
the covers waiting for sleep to overcome them.  Monica could feel her
breasts leaking her milk.  Olivia wasn't emptying her like she used to. 
She was about to get up and get a bra to wear to catch her lactation.

   "Where are you going?" Barbara whispered.

   "I need to put something on my breasts are leaking."

   "You're leaking your milk?"

   "Yeah I am making more than Olivia is taking.  Maybe I should start to
wean her?"

   "What does your milk taste like?"

   "I don't know I never really tasted it."

   "Can I try it?"

   "What?  You want to drink my milk?"

   "Yeah, can I?  If I did would that stop you from leaking?"

   A very surprised Monica responded, "Yeah if you drain me.  If you want
to come here." Monica lead the young girl to her swollen breasts.  Barbara
latched onto the young woman's nipple like a natural.  She sucked, but her
tongue rubbed the nipples and also stimulated the areolas.  That in turn
started to stimulate Monica's pussy.  She could only hope the girl could
stop soon or fall asleep.  Monica was needing to touch her pussy to relive
that horniess that girl had started.

   Before long Barbara said, "You don't have any more in there, you want me
to do the other one?" Monica nodded.

   Monica was torn between two thoughts, she loved what the girl was doing,
it felt so good, and she was draining her boobs so she wouldn't be leaking,
but at the same time it was making her more and more horny.  Monica knew
she was going to have to masturbate.  But could she do it in bed with this
girl right here?  If she did she better be sure that the kid was asleep.

   "How was it Barbie, honey?"

   "It tastes good.  But I think I drank it all.  Will there be any for
Olivia?"

   "Yes I make more all the time.  Thanks for doing that for me.  Now get
some sleep." She kissed the girl on the top of her head as she snuggled in
together.

   Monica was thankful that the girl was asleep quickly.  She turned away
from the girl and began to work her wet pussy with her fingers.  One
circled her clit, while the first two fingers of her other hand pumped her
pussy.  It didn't take long before she got the climax she was seeking.  She
rolled back over to Barbara.  She was still asleep, Monica put her arm
around the girl as she drifted off to sleep.

   It was a very restful sleep for Monica.  She got up and thought maybe
she could get a smoke.  She hadn't been able to get one for the last
several days.  But she wasn't out of bed 5 minute, she hardly had time to
get dressed when Barbara wondered out of the bed room, still naked.

   Barbara greeted her in a whisper.  "Why are you all dressed?"

   "I thought I would go and have a smoke."

   "No, don't.  Stay with me.  It was so nice to be next to you last night.
I felt so warm.  It is so cold in my bedroom.  You are nice to sleep with."
Thinking a minute she asked, "Is this what it's like to have a sleepover?"

   "Well yes and no.  Usually when I was at a sleepover we stayed up all
night talking, eating junk food and watching movies or TV all night.  But
the part of you in my bed was kinda like a sleepover."

   "Maybe we can talk more next time.  Can I stay over with you again some
time?"

   "Yeah sure kiddo, you're great company." With that there was a cry from
the bedroom, Olivia was up.  With that any thought of having a cigarette
was gone.  It was time to be the grownup and take care of her daughter's
needs before thinking of herself.  Monica got up her daughter, but it was
Barbara who volunteered to change the diaper.  Monica supervised with an
amused grin on her face.  Barbara sure liked to see naked girls.  Since
Barbara hadn't gotten dressed Monica removed hers and they had a naked
breakfast.

   While Monica did the dishes, Barbara rolled around on the floor playing
with Olivia, who grinned and gurgled with mirth.  Soon Monica joined them
and it ended in one big tickle fight.  Even Olivia got her share of
tickles. Lunch was the next order of business when the fight broke up.

   Monica fed Olivia while Barbara made peanut butter sandwiches and heated
a can of soup for the two of them.  As Monica was getting Olivia down for a
nap, Barbara was prowling around the apartment.  She found the videos. 
There back behind them were some adult videos.  Barbara marveled at the
photos on the covers.  She had never seen grown men naked from the front,
or at least with everything showing.  She could also see the women.  It was
the women that interested her.  She couldn't tear her eyes away from the
large breasts and hairy mouses.

   When Monica can back into the room, Barbara showed her a jewel case of a
DVD.  "You shouldn't be looking at those." Monica told her adamantly.

   "Why?"

   "Because those are for adults, not for kids."

   "Yeah, but you're not an adult."

   "I'm more of one than you."

   "What are these movies?  The people on them are naked."



   "They are sex videos."

   "You mean the stuff you did to get Olivia?"

   "Yeah pretty much."

   "Can we watch one?"

   "You're not supposed to see them.  It's not for kids."

   "Aah come on Monica, please."

   "You're not supposed to, but I guess considering what your mom does, it
won't matter.  OK, but you may be shocked by what they do in it." The girl
missed the meaning of the comment about her mom, and only heard that she
was going to get to watch a video.

   Barbara went over and picked up a DVD that photos of just girls on the
cover She asked, "Does this one only has girls in the movie?"

   "Yes, but it is a lesbian video."

   "What's a lesbian?"

   "That is one where the girls have sex together, just girls no guys."

   "Girls can do that together?"

   "Yeah sure, of course they can.  It's actually a lot of fun for girls to
be together like that."

   "Can we watch it?"

   "You don't want to see one with boys and girls?"

   "No girls are prettier.  I don't like boys.  The boys at school are mean
and not so good looking, not like the girls.  The girls are pretty but they
are mean too."

   Monica put on the DVD and they sat back on the couch to watch.  It
opened with two college girls meeting at a bookstore.  After a short walk
they got to their dorm.  They went in and talked sitting on a bed.  They
were discussing the problems with boys, how they only wanted to have sex
with girls.  The guys didn't care about the girl's feelings, nor did they
really didn't care about them, they only wanted them for sex.  They agreed
but one of the girls said that no matter how bad they guys were what else
could a girl do for sex?  The other told her that a girl could do just as
good as a good.  The first girl was skeptical about that.  But the second
one assured her that it was true because a girl knows what a girl likes. 
She offered to show her.

   When they began to kiss Barbara's eyes were about to bug out of her
head. To her it was almost like something that couldn't be done.  She had
never seen anything like it.  The thought had never crossed her mind
before. But she watched with rapt attention.  It seemed she didn't even
breath, what she was seeing was taking breath away.  When the second one
began to undress the first girl, a bomb could go off in the room and it
wouldn't take Barb's eyes from the screen.  When the two women were naked,
Barb said under her breath, (which she seemed to have found), "They are so
beautiful."

   In truth the two actresses were good looking and had larger than normal
breasts, which seemed normal for a porn movie.  Monica having seen it
before was as turned on as Barbara was.  But it wasn't the movie that was
turning her on.  The huge breasted woman weren't to Monica's taste but they
were nice looking that was for sure, even if they looked like they should
be pushing a cart around in front of themselves to carry around their
utter-like breasts.  Monica had always gone for the thin girls, those with
small breasts as her lovers.  It was watching Barbara watch the movie that
was turning her on, and her reactions to what she was seeing.

   When the actress got around to a 69 scene, Barbara let out an "Oh my
god" then clamped her hands over her mouth.  When she could finally get her
own hands away from her mouth she asked, "Do girls really do that?  I mean
lick down there on their mouses?"

   "Yeah they do, and actually it is pretty nice."

   In shock Barbara asked, "Have you done that?" After a pregnant pause
that the girl brought herself to say, "With a girl?"

   "Yes and it is very nice.  I have had guys lick my 'mouse' as you call
it.  It's called eating a pussy.  I have had guys do that for me, but the
best pussy eaters I have known are girls."

   Barbara almost afraid to ask said, "You have done that...  you have
licked a girl's mouse, I mean ate her pussy?"

   "Yes and I loved it.  I think that is about all of the video you should
be watching." With that she pressed the stop button and then ejected the
disk.

   The young girl asked, "How did you get it?  I thought you said you had
to be an adult."

   "I bought it online.  I have a credit card in my name and companies
figure if you have a credit card you must be an adult.  They never see me,
all I have to say is that I'm 18 and they will sell me whatever I want. 
But don't go telling anyone I have these movies.  Especially don't tell
anyone I let you watch it.  I could get in trouble."

   It was getting late.  Olivia woke up and Barb changed the diaper, while
Monica looked on.  Barbara dressed in her old clothes and headed home
leaving her new clothes at Monica's she could come in the morning and put
on something new before getting on the bus for school.  Monica and Olivia
spent the night together.  While she loved her little daughter it was nice
having the young girl there to keep her company.

   ******

   Monday morning Barbara was there bright and early.  It seemed that was
going to be the pattern for Monica's life for a while now, having the girl
over before school.  No more going out for a smoke, and Monica liked to
smoke.  She also enjoyed watching the kids gathering for the bus, thinking
about how it would be when Olivia went to school.  She did notice the girls
in line, which is how her attention came to be on Barbara those times
watching the kids in line.

   Barbara arrived at Monica's, she came in and quickly stripped naked to
get her new panties and school clothes on.  Before getting dressed she was
running around the apartment naked.  Monica could only look on.  She
thought to herself, this kid isn't too bad looking.  But the she had to
tell herself that she was only a little girl.

   Barbara had news, "Guess what!  Mom said she had a great weekend that
John paid her a lot of money.  She said to ask you if I can stay here this
weekend too?  Can I please?  It is so much fun to be here with you and
Olivia.  When I am home there isn't much to do at home, it is pretty
boring. So can I stay here please, please?" Barbara pleaded.

   "Today is only Monday and you are already worried about the weekend.  I
won't say no, but let's wait a little and see, OK?"

   That was a good enough answer for Barbara who began to jump up and down
and hug the older girl.  The girl dressed and chatted on.  It was mindless
prattle, but Monica didn't mind, at least it was some company.  She loved
her daughter, but she could hardly converse with the infant.  She could
talk to her, but it wasn't like she was talking back to her.

   Soon enough the girl left to catch her bus.  Monica had to get ready for
work and ready Olivia to go upstairs to spend her day with Mrs.  Warren. 
Monica's day sped by, and soon it was time to go home.  She found the girl
waiting for her.  She was treated to another strip show while the girl put
on the clothes she wore to Monica's that morning.  Monica had seen girls
naked for years and never thought much of it but, now she looked on with
some anticipation wanting to see the young girl naked.

   Monica asked about homework, to which Barbara admitted that she had
homework but didn't bring it home, hoping she might get a little time in
school to do before it was due.

   Often it wasn't done and the girl was unprepared for tests.  The
teachers liked her because she was a nice kid.  They also had some sympathy
for her because the kids picked on her and when was obvious from a poor
family.  She showed some flashes of intelligence, but it was not often put
together with any work.  Not that they thought her lazy, just
undisciplined.

   Monica pressed her about the homework and got a promise that she would
bring it home tomorrow.  Feeling a bit like Monica was getting on her, she
went home a bit dejected.  But the following morning she was back in better
spirits.  Monica by now had resigned herself that she wouldn't be able to
get her morning smoke any more.  But she could go back to an old vise, that
is sex.  Well not sex but at least seeing naked women, or at least a naked
girl.  Truth be told Monica would admit to herself that she liked sex with
girls better, than guys.  But there could be nasty talk if a girl spent too
much time with other girls.  No high school girl wanted to be called a
'Lezzy' it could be the kiss of death socially at school.

   Barbara came back from school with her hands full of books.  She showed
Monica all the work she should have been doing all the last couple of weeks
and hadn't.  She tried to please her new friend.  She never showed much
interest in school work.  Her mother never seemed to care about it, so
neither did the girl.

   She showed Monica what she had to do.  The older girl could see that
there was too much work to do at once.  She sorted through it to find out
what needed to be done first.  Having it picked out she set Barbara to
work. She leaned in and helped and answered questions, when needed, she
prepared dinner.  An unanswered call to home meant her mom had already gone
out to work, hoping to catch some early trade, or she was still in bed. 
Either way there would be no dinner waiting for her when she got home. 
Monica set another place for her little student.  After dinner she sent her
home.  She let her keep her books at Monica's.  Before going to bed she dug
through some of her junk and found her old school book pack.  At least Barb
wouldn't have her hands so full now.

   The rest of the evening had Monica thinking about Barbara how she could
help her with her schoolwork.  A plan started to form in her mind.  But she
would need to talk to the girl.  That would be in the morning.

   When the girl got there the next morning, she showed the teen what she
had done that night on her own.  Monica checked, and corrected a couple of
small mistakes.  She gave the girl the book backpack so she could tote her
books back to school Monica suggested which ones to bring home tonight.

   In the afternoon when the girl arrived she sat her down and began to
work her through the plans that Monica had come up with.  Monica could take
care of Olivia and make dinner while the girl studied.

   "How do you do on the questions at the end of the chapter?"

   "OK I guess, here look."

   "No most of these are not right.  Where you reading it closely for the
facts they present?"

   "I don't know, I guess if you say so then I didn't."

   "Didn't you ever do the questions at the end of the chapter?"

   "No.  Nobody said to do them."

   "Your teacher didn't ask the class about those things?'

   "I don't know, maybe.  She gives us test questions."

   "Don't you ever go anything with your mom?"

   "No mom doesn't check my schoolwork.  That's why I don't bring it home.
I don't have to do it at home."

   "Well, that it will be changing young lady.  I won't be friends with a
dummy.  You will be the top in your class."

   "You think I can do that?" the girl asked.

   Monica nodded.  "Yes Barbara, you are a smart girl you just need to
learn how to do things, how to study, and how to take tests, and how to
learn."

   The rest of the week fell into the same pattern.  Following Monica's
instructions on Friday morning Barbara brought her homework as well as
clothes for the weekend, which wasn't much, just PJ's and a toothbrush, she
didn't have much else to wear other than what she wore to school.  She left
them at Monica's while she went off to school.

   Barbara waited a long time for Monica to get home from school, longer
than normal.  Finally a car pulled up out front and Monica got out.  At the
same time the trunk popped open.  Monica waved her over and reached into
the trunk and began to remove grocery bags.  Monica, Barbara, and Kelly
carried in the food.  Monica introduced Kelly to her young friend.  Barbara
was thrilled that Monica referred to her as her friend.  Barbara now felt
that she had a friend, a real friend,

   Barbara was left to put away the groceries while Monica went to get
Olivia.  Once everyone was settled.  Barbara wanted to take off her
clothes, and play around with Olivia.  But Monica said no, and set the girl
to doing homework.  While Olivia sat in her high chair and nibbled on a
hard cracker, Monica made dinner.  When dinner was served Barbara joined
then at the table.  They ate and Barbara told of her day at school.

   It was warm in the little apartment Monica put a blanket down on the
flood and allowed a naked Barbara to roll around with an almost naked
Olivia.  She made faces at her played peek-a-boo with her.  Monica checked
the schoolgirl's work.  Finding it mostly right she took off her clothes
and joined the other two rolling around on the blanket on the floor.  A
tickle fight ensued, with the result that all three girls were laughing.

   It was getting late for little girls so Olivia got a feeding then a
bath. Barbara watched as Monica bathed the little baby.  She was given a
fresh diaper and her little one piece jammies, and it was off to bed for
her.

   Monica went over the few mistakes Barbara made.  Then it was time for
the bigger girls to get their baths before bed.  Barbara prevailed upon
Monica to join her in the bath.  Monica got in the back with Barbara
sitting in front of her.  They just soaked in a bath full of Mr.  Bubbles.
Monica put her arms around the girl as she leaned back into her, her breast
pressing against the girl's back.  Finally she announced, "Time to wash
before the water gets all cold."

   "Will you wash me?" Barbara asked.

   "Sure kiddo, hand me the soap over there."

   Not finding the wash cloth, Monica started washing the girl with just
the bar and her hands.  First she did her arms then it was her back.  Then
she reached around and began to do her chest.  As she did she could feel
the girl's nipples had gone from lying flat on her chest to swollen little
B-B's on her areolas.  Monica had the girl stand and did her legs, starting
at her feet then working up her legs; first a bit on one side then the
other until she got to her butt.  She soaped the cheeks, then asked, "Do
you wipe yourself well when you poo?" The girl nodded her head.  "Bend
over," the girl did.  Monica ran a soapy hand through the crack of her ass.
When she touched the little rosebud the girl jumped a bit and then clinched
her cheeks, while giving out a meowing sound.

   Monica reached around the girl again washing her belly working her way
down to her pussy.  When she reached it she ran her fingers over the lips.
But then Monica went back a second time, this time spreading the girl's
lips and running her finger inside the lips.  The girl gave out an
"Ohhhhh.." she swayed a bit.

   Monica had her sit down and was able to rinse all the soap of her.  "My
turn to do you," Barbara told the older girl, with a grin.  She started
with the arms, Monica holding them out in front of her.  Having finished
with them she now did the older teen's chest, or more properly to say her
breasts.  Barbara soaped up her hands and placed them on the breasts.  It
was more like she was feeling them than washing them.  She caressed them
and the squeezed them, teasing them.  Monica was feeling great from
Barbara's hands and her nipples showed it; they stood up high and proud.

   Finally the girl tore herself away and washed the older girl's belly. 
To reach Monica's back the girl had to move up so her chest was pressed
against the teen's breasts.  Monica offered to turn so the girl could do
her back, but she said she could reach her back.  Neither on was
complaining about the skin to skin contact there.  Barbara had her stand
and turn her back.  She washed Monica's legs then her butt.

   Like the older girl's, she did the crack in Monica's back valley, even
to the point of touching her butthole.  This was getting a bit more
exciting than Monica expected.  She turned again to face the girl with her
pussy about eye level for the girl.  Barb took a long look at Monica's sex.
Then she began to wash it as Monica had done hers; first the lips then
between the lips.  Monica's clit decided to peek out and she who was
attracting her attention.  Monica in spite of herself was getting turned on
by that the girl was doing.  Barbara was intrigued but Monica's clit, and
began to rub it with her soapy fingers.  Monica wasn't about to stop her.
With the result Monica shuttered with a small orgasm.  When she did that,
Barb asked, "What happened?"

   Monica quickly got herself together and answered, "You know the
expression about a rabbit running across your grave?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well that was that was, it was just a shiver running down my back."
Monica decided that this was going too far.  They needed out of the bath.
The got out and each dry themselves off, though Monica was tempted to use
the excuse of drying off the girl to get her hands on her.  She felt
conflicted inside, she was a cute girl, she seemed to be responsive to
being touched and it had been a long time since another person had made
love with her.  For the past year or more she had to make due with her
fingers and toys.  But still the girl was only nine, much too young to be
having sex, Monica told herself.  They put on their PJ's and got into bed
together.  Barbara drifted off to sleep quickly while Monica wrestled with
her horniess and her conscience.

   Finally she couldn't sleep and got up and went to the bathroom while
sitting in the dark on the closed toilet Monica fingered herself to the
climax she needed.  Now relieved she could go back and now sleep.

   Monica was up first and preparing breakfast for the three of them.  A
while later Barbara made her appearance.  Monica offered her breakfast. 
"What are we going to do today?" the girl asked.

   "We're going to the library."

   "What for?"

   "For books, silly.  You are very weak in history, you are going to have
to bone up on that."

   "I don't like history.  I hate that we have a test in it next Tuesday Do
I have to study it?"

   "Yes you do have to study.  I will help you, and I will find you some
books I think you will like, you just wait and see.  You like reading about
people?"

   "Yeah."

   "We'll get you fixed up with some books, I think you will like."

   Olivia woke up, while Monica prepared something for her Barbara was busy
changing her diaper.  Clean and dry she brought her to Monica.  The girl
watched as the baby suckled.  Monica couldn't help but notice the girl's
eyes drilling a hole in her boobs.  "Come here Barb honey.  You want to
have some of my milk?"

   "But won't there be any for Olivia?"

   "There is plenty for her and you, if you want some.  I have some cereal
for her too." The girl move over next to the young mom.  After getting in
position she began to suckle at the other breast.  While Olivia seemed to
be only about eating.  Barbara seemed to be doing more than eating from
Monica.  Her tongue was licking the areolas while she sucked on the nipple.
It was driving Monica to horniess.  She wondered what she was doing to
herself.  This girl was just a kid.

   Olivia had her fill, the young mom set her in her chair and began to
feed her cereal, and sending the young girl to get dressed.  Then she
dressed while the young girl watched the little tyke.  All dressed Monica
took her daughter up to Mrs.  Warren.  "You aren't taking her with us?"

   Monica shook her head.  "No, that way I can concentrate on you."

   Once they were at the library, Monica set out to find the books she
thought would provide Barbara an education as well as entertain her.  She
found some books written for kids on Ben Franklin, George Washington, and
Abraham Lincoln.  They weren't long books but full of knowledge.  When they
got home Monica set the girl to reading.  They spent the afternoon reading,
Monica having gotten herself some books too.  But hers where on accounting.
She was planning to take some courses at the local Jr.  College.

   Close to dinner time Monica, went up to claim her daughter and began
dinner.  Barbara amused herself and Olivia playing with her, while Monica
cooked.  With the food ready, Monica took her daughter and began to
breastfeed her some before giving her any baby food.  Barbara watched but
this time Monica didn't offer to allow her to suckle too.  After dinner it
was a short time for playing before it was bath time for the baby.  While
Monica bathed Olivia she talked to Barbara quizzing her about Washington.
Another short feeding and the child was ready for bed.

   Monica was pleased with the answers to her questions about Washington.
She offered to allow the girl choose what they would do that evening.  She
asked, "Can we watch one of your naughty videos?"

   "Barb, honey I shouldn't have let you see them at all.  Why do you want
to watch them?"

   "The girls are so cute and what they were doing is so interesting."

   "That is sex that they were doing?"

   "You said my mom was doing sex with those men.  I want to know more
about what they were doing, I couldn't see much of what they were doing."

   "You promise to study hard?  I want you to bring your history book home
and we will go over things Monday evening."

   "Yeah I will do everything you want me to do, if you let me watch it."

   "OK, I'll let you watch.  Which one do you want to see?"

   "How about this one, it has a pretty girl on the cover."

   "That one has men in it, doing things, not like the one you watched last
time, that was all girls."

   "That is the stuff my mom does?"

   "Yeah.  OK go sit over there I'll put it on."

   They watched.  Barbara was amazed at the size of the guys' cocks. 
Monica knew they were chosen for the video because they were larger than
normal.  But Barbara didn't know that.  When it was about half way done she
asked, "Are all guys that big?"

   "No most aren't, usually they aren't so big, and the girls don't have
breasts that big.  They have them in the video because they are so big."

   "Oh look at him he is putting it in the girl's mouth.  Is that what my
mom was doing with that guy?"

   "Yes I am sure that she was."

   "OH!  Yuck he is putting his stuff in her mouth.  That's nasty.  Did you
ever do that?"

   "Yeah I did, you know, now that I think of it, I wonder why I did it. 
Most of the time I did that for a guy he wouldn't lick me.  But I did like
getting fucked."

   "Monica you said a bad word."

   "I don't know that is such a bad word but it is something I liked to
do." Laughing Monica said, "But there are risks in doing it.  I spun the
wheel and I lost."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean that I let a guy put his little swimmers up inside me at the
just the wrong time."

   "What do you mean the wrong time?"

   "I mean when I had an egg on its way down, and the result is sleeping in
the bedroom.  I don't mean that I don't love her, but my life would be
different if I hadn't done things like that.  I should have stayed on the
other side of the road."

   Barbara looked at her puzzled, "You can have a baby if you are on the
wrong side of the street?"

   "No, dear, I mean if I played on the other side of the street.  That is
another way to say that if I hadn't played with boys."

   "What else is there?  You don't mean like those videos with just the
girls doing things together?"

   "That's just what I mean."

   "You did sex with girls?"

   "Yes, and I enjoyed."

   "Wow is it nice to do it?"

   "Yes, would you rather watch one of the girl-girl videos instead of this
one?"

   "Yeah can we?"

   "Sure which one you want?"

   Barbara looked over the covers and chose one called No Man's Land.  "Can
we watch this one?"

   "OK put on." Barbara did just that and came over and scooted up close to
Monica.  The scene started out with two girls meeting after school over by
one of their cars and driving off together.  They arrive at an apartment
and went up.  As soon as the door was closed they were all over each other.
Barbara watched as the kissed while trying to take off their clothes.

   Turning to other girl on the couch, "Is kissing as much fun as they make
it look in the video?"

   "Yeah is great, it always gets my juices flowing."

   "I'd like to try it some time."

   "Maybe when you get older some boy will take you out and you can spend
time with him kissing."

   "I don't know if I want to go out with a boy," the younger girl mused
almost to herself.

   Turning to younger girl Monica asked, "Would you want to be kissing a
girl?"

   "Yeah I think that would be so cool."

   The video moved on to the two girls masturbating each other, before they
turned heads to tails, and began a lusty 69.  The girls were very vocal
about what they wanted.  Just as the girls on the screen were getting so
hot.  Monica took the remote and said, "That is enough of that." She
couldn't take any more she was getting to worked up and would need to get
herself off if she watched more.

   "Aw come on can't we watch more?"

   "No it's time for bed, some on let's get ready."

   "Can we take a bath together again?"

   "No I think we shouldn't take so long.  We'll take a shower, but I will
let you shower with me.  Just remember we are washing and getting in to
bed." Taking the girl by the hand she led her into bathroom.  They
undressed themselves and got into the shower.  Barbara took up the soap and
wash cloth and turned to Monica expecting to wash her.

   "No hon we wash ourselves, it will take less time before we are in bed.
Also we need to be careful about what we do together."

   "It's OK I don't tell my mom or anybody what we do when I'm here."

   "Just be sure you don't, but we need to get a move on."

   They were washed in record time, for them.  "Get your PJ's on so, we can
get to bed."

   They weren't in bed long before, Barbara asked, "Would you kiss me like
the girls in the video?  I want to know what it's like."

   "I don't know if we should your pretty young for that."

   "I wasn't too young to watch the video."

   "Well...  I did let you do that so I guess in for a penny in for a
pound."

   "What's that mean?" Barbara asked.

   "It doesn't matter; come over here if you want to try kissing."

   Monica began with kisses all over the young girl's face.  She could see
her smiling in the dim light of the night light.  But the girl would turn
her face up and try to catch Monica's lips on hers.  Monica planted a big
fat juicy kiss on her lips to tease her.  But then she began a soft sensual
kiss nibbling on the girl's lips and the licking them.  When she felt
Monica's tongue on her lips Barbara knew it was the tight time to unleash
her tongue to join in the fun.  But the girl could only kiss for so long,
before she would have to stop and catch a breath.  Monica realized it, and
told her, "Breath through your nose while you kiss, silly.  That way you
don't get out of breath and you don't have to stop kissing." With that she
gave the girl a little tickle.

   They began again battling with their tongues but it was a contest of
un-equals.  The older girl forced the younger girl's tongue back into her
mouth and then went in after it.  She explored the mouth of her little
friend.  It was virgin territory for both.  Barbara had never had another
person's tongue in her mouth and Monica had never had her tongue in the
mouth of a girl so young.  Both were loving it, as they worked out their
virginities.  Before long Monica backed off and let her young protégé into
her mouth.  It was all new and so exciting to Barbara.  She had flung her
arms the older teen and hugged in her in almost death grip.  Monica could
feel the excitement too but she also began to get damp between her legs. 
Her other problem soon became of obvious and Barbara could feel.  She
backed off, saying, "Your chest's all wet." And she wasn't kidding.  Her
milk was leaking like it was going out of style.

   She tried to cover her excitement, "I guess Olivia didn't empty me
enough."

   "I'll do it for you." That left Monica with a bigger problem does she
let the young girl at her breasts.  She would be even more turned after
watching the video and now kissing.  She had hoped that the shower would
cool things down.  But it seems now that she was hotter than before and
with no prospect to cool off, not with this girl wanting to suckle at her
boobs, that were leaking all over the place.

   She didn't want to go there but there seemed not to be much choice.  She
opened her top and offered herself to the girl.  Barbara wasted no time and
dove right in.  Wrapping her lips on Monica's left nipple but she didn't
let it go at that.  Her hand went to Monica's right breast and began to
feel then fondle the boob.  At the same time she not only sucking on the
nipple she was working tongue was working over the areola.  It was driving
Monica crazy with lust.  She grabbed the tween's head and led it to her
mammary.

   It kept the girl's head busy so she wouldn't see as Monica's other hand
went down between her legs.  She needed to rub her over heated pussy.  It
worked fine for a while but Barbara pulled away to switch nipples.  She had
picked up her head to change, it was then she realized that Monica was
doing something with her other hand down by her mouse.  "What are you
doing?" The girl asked.

   "Don't worry about anything but your job, and your job is to drink my
milk," she said as she pulled the girl to her chest.  She followed
directions and suckled on the other nipple while her hand changed she now
fondled the breast she had just drained.  She was squeezing, caressing, she
would reach up and pull on the nipple or stroke the areola.  It was driving
Monica to higher heights of excitement.  She was wet and she could smell
her excitement.  But she wasn't the only who could smell it.

   Just when it seemed that couldn't get any more exciting her milk ran dry
and her orgasm hit at the same time.



   Monica went rigid and all glassy eyed.  Barbara backed off her nipples
and looked at her in the dim light of the night light.  When she could see
some semblance of consciousness back to Monica she said, "What happened to
you?"

   "I'm OK now don't worry about that."

   "You were touching your mouse."

   "I told you before it isn't a mouse it's a pussy."

   "OK.  OK but still you were touching it, how come and what happened to
you?"

   "I was touching it because it made me feel good.  Alright?" The older
girl asked embarrassed.

   "Wow that sure must have felt good.  How come I never feel like that?"

   "Do you touch your pussy?"

   "Only after I pee to dry off.  Mom says good girls don't go putting
their hands there.  But those girls in the videos did.  Were you doing like
them?"

   "Yes, just like girls in the video."

   "Will you do that for me?"

   "I really shouldn't, you're rather young."

   "Please Monica I want to do what those grown up girls in the video did.
I'll do anything for you."

   Thinking about it for a minute, she said, "OK but you have to do what I
want first, deal?"

   "Deal!  But what do you want me to do?"

   "I want you to get an "A" on your history test next week."

   "OK I'll try.  But you have to do it for me too.  You promise?"

   "Yeah I promise.  Get some sleep you will need it to study."

   Monica had Barbara reading her books and drilling her on questions.  At
first Barbara resisted a bit, but when Monica reminded her that she didn't
get her reward if she didn't get the "A." Barbara buckled down and began to
work.  It didn't take long before the girl was getting the questions right.


   She was rewarded with praise and smiles from the older girl.  It was
enough to inspire her to work harder.  After a bit it ceased to be work and
she began to enjoy it.  Monica explained how what happened in the past had
an influence on how things were today.  For Barbara it was all coming
together in her head.

   *******

   The girl was so thrilled that when she went home she was careless about
hiding her book bag and her coat when she came in.

   Barbara's mother, Ann, was getting dinner ready.  "Did you eat over at
your friend's house?"

   "No, I guess I was so busy, I didn't think about it.  I'm hungry.  You
made dinner?"

   "Yes, I did.  I want to take care of you Barbie.  Sometimes it isn't
easy.  It isn't like I don't love you or want you around, but when you are
over at your friend's house I can do more work and I can make more money. I
see you have a new coat and where did you get that and that book bag?"

   Barbara realized that she had with them with her, she didn't expect to
find her mom up.  "My friend's mom helped me get them.  The book bag is her
old one, and she helped me get the coat too."

   "That was very nice of her.  What does she expect from you?"

   "Nothing.  Well, she said I have to study when I am over there.  She
makes me do my homework, she checks it and everything."

   "I wish I could have the time to do that for you.  I'm getting older and
I don't make as much as I use to, so I have to work longer and harder.  I
wish I had time for you.  But it is nice that your friend's mom does that
for you.  What's her name?"

   "Oh, her name is Monica."

   "You tell her thank you for me."

   Barbara ate, then pulled out her book and went back to studying.  This
was something Ann had never seen her daughter do, read a book yes, but
study a school book, no never.  Ann smiled to herself.  Barbara spent the
rest of the night working on the history questions while Ann went out to
work.

   The next morning she was back at it as soon as she got over to Monica's.
The older girl was pleased to see her studying.  She got the feeling that
maybe the girl could do.  If she got that "A" she would have to pay off her
part of the agreement.  She was young Monica thought to herself, but she
wasn't too distressed with the idea she was going to have to masturbate the
girl to orgasm.  She watched the girl strip and put on her new panties and
dress as she got ready for school.

   It was the same thing in reverse that afternoon when watched Barbara
strip again only she stayed nude while she studied.  Monica snuck peeks at
her while she studied.  It got Monica a little wet.  She returned home ate
and after a little talk to her mother she went back to studying.  Ann was
pleased to see her finally taking an interest in her school.  Maybe she
could amount to something in life.  Ann had hopes for her.

   Tuesday came with Barbara over again.  She stripped naked while Monica
questioned her.  She was getting the questions right.  It seemed she was
prepared.

   When Monica got home she could hardly collect Olivia from Mrs.  Warren
with Barbara bouncing all over the place.  When Monica got her settled down
the girl showed her the test paper.  Written in red was "A" "Great job!"

   "See I got an "A," the girl announced.

   "Yes I see, you did it, congratulations."

   "You gonna do that thing for me?"

   "Yes, a promise is a promise.  But can you hold off until this weekend?
We will have more time to do it then.  How about you take your test home, I
am sure you mom would want to see it too."

   Barbara seemed to have made a point of stripping and teasing Monica. 
She was so thrilled with what the older girl would do for her.  But she was
dressed and off home quickly.

   Twenty minutes later Monica's phone rang.  A woman's voice asked, "Is
this Monica Jackson?"

   "Yes?"

   "Hi this is Ann Monroe, I'm Barbara's mother.  We spoke before.  Barb
showed me her history test she said that studying at your house was how she
did it.  I want to thank you and your daughter.  By the way Barb never said
what your girl's names was."

   "Oh my daughter is Olivia.  We are happy to have Barbara here.  She and
Olivia seem to have fun together.  But I have tried to make them better
than they are.  You know, 'to be all they can be.' I am very pleased that
Barbara could do so well, it is to her credit, not mine.  She worked hard
the last few days.  I was just helping, just as I have tried to help with
her other studies too."

   Ann replied, "I want to thank you so much for that.  You and your
daughter have had a very good influence on her.  I hope you don't mind her
being there on the weekends, Her being there allows me to work better and
longer.  I will say it has helped me out a lot.  And it seems to have
helped Barbie too.  But there one other thing I would like to ask of you if
I can be so bold.  Barbara's class talks about current events in class as
part of their history studies.  She should be watching the news in the
evening.  But we have no TV, is it possible that she watch the news there
with you.  I am sure your daughter must watch it to," Ann said.

   "Oh you are very welcome, it has been my pleasure to have her here."

   "I do hope she can come this weekend too.  It's not a problem to have
her here to watch the news here.  Can she eat dinner here?"

   "Oh yes, that would be so nice of you, but wouldn't that be burden on to
be feeding her dinner?"

   "No I don't think it would be a problem I will just plan to make the
meals go a little farther, Barbara isn't a bother at all, and I do love to
her here.  "

   "If you willing to have her I am sure it would help her to be there. 
Thanks again for helping Barbara, Mrs.  Jackson." With that there was a
click of the phone.

   Turing to her daughter sitting in her highchair, she said, "Looks like
everything is working out for Barbie, I just wonder what it will be like
when she get her reward."

   When Barbara was over the next morning she quickly stripped.  She was
nude and rubbing against Monica like a cat rubs the legs of the one opening
the can of cat food at dinner time.  "Are we really going to do it?"

   "Yes of course."

   "Great.  I can hardly wait."

   "Well you still have several more days of school to get through."

   "I know, I can hardly wait.  But I guess I have to study."

   "Do you have more tests?"

   "Yes, every Friday we have a spelling test, and tomorrow we have a math
test."

   "Why didn't you tell me this before."

   "You only asked about the history test."

   "I want to know about all your tests."

   "Well, I have those two this week."

   "Then we need to get busy on them.  Go put your clothes on so you can go
to school."

   "Will I get another reward if I do well on them?"

   "We'll see."

   Barbara watched the local news while Monica made dinner.  Barbara had
brought home her list of words and her math book.  After dinner they worked
hard on the problems.  Monica drilled the girl on problems.  It took a bit
but Barbara seemed to get it and was getting all the problems right.  It
was getting late and Barbara should be going home.  Barb called home to see
if her mom was home But she got no answer.  She figured her mom had already
gone out to work.

   "Can I stay the night here?  I don't think mom is home and I don't want
to go home to an empty place."

   They figured it would be alright if the girl stayed the night.  "OK but
I want you studying," she told the girl as she held her baby to her breast.


   "Can we do spelling words?  You just tell me the word and I'll spell
it."

   Monica agreed and Barbara brought her the words.  Since she didn't have
to look at a problem on a page or in a book, she could look at Monica as
she spelled the words.  Or more correctly she looked at Monica's breasts.
When Olivia had finished eating and was put in a clean diaper and her one
piece PJ's she was put down to sleep.

   Barbara approached the young mom, "Did Olivia drink all your milk?"

   "Why, did you want some?"

   "Can I?"

   "OK come over here." Monica took off the shirt she had put on when her
daughter finished eating.  Sitting on the couch Barbara crawled next to her
and began to suckle on her.  She reached out with a hand and began to
fondle Monica's other breast.  While she was drawing milk from her, she was
also licking the areola as well as sucking on the nipple.  Her other hand
toyed with the breast caressing it, rubbing her finger over the areola, and
pinching and pulling on the nipple.  Monica stopped that by slapping her
hand saying, "You are as bad as Olivia when she bites my nipples.  But at
least she doesn't do it on purpose."

   Pulling her mouth away Barbara looked up at the young woman, "Would you
like me to bite your nipples?  Not hard I mean?"

   "Are you drinking here or playing?  You know you're not supposed to play
with your food.  I think you've had about enough.  Shower time."

   "Will you take a shower with me?" Barbara asked

   "Oh all right." Monica feigned some reluctance, but her pussy was itchy
from the toying Barbara had given her boobs.

   With Barbara already naked and Monica half naked the were quickly in the
shower.  Barbara reached out and began to wash Monica.  She stopped her,
"You mess around too much when you wash me.  I'll wash myself."

   "But, will you wash me?" The girl asked.

   "Oh alright," Monica agreed.  Inwardly Monica was more than happy to do
it.  She liked sliding her hands down the flat chest of the girl.  She
grabbed the girl's nipple and pulled on the tiny things.  Barbara gave a
yelp.  "See?  Now how do you like it?"

   Barbara just purred.  Monica went back to washing her.  She couldn't
believe that she could enjoy running her hands over the body of such a
young girl.  There were no curves to her.  Her hips had no flair to them.
While she a small butt, it wasn't much.  Monica wondered what it would be
like in the future.  Her skinny bread stick legs were so enticing to the
older girl.  She had to fight herself to wash her, not caress her.  There
was only one place left to wash and they both knew it.  It was like an
electrical charge when Monica rubbed her soapy hand across the bald pussy
lips of the young girl.  All of Monica's female lovers had been older and
all had hair there.  It was strange, different, and magical to touch this
hairless box.  Monica was looking forward to Friday night.  She was going
to enjoy masturbating this girl.  She wondered if she could cum.  She would
try and make her.

   They were into their PJ's and into bed.  They needed to be quiet so as
not to wake the sleeping Olivia.  Monica was planning on giving a good time
but she would wait until the weekend.  She left her pussy alone when off to
sleep.

   With breakfast Monica quizzed Barbara about her spelling words.  She was
satisfied that she had the words down pat.  Last night she was getting all
the math problems right, Monica believed that the girl would do well on her
tests.  She sent her off to school as she went off to work.

   When Monica got home Barbara was waiting for her.  "How did the math
test go kiddo?"

   "OK I guess.  The problems didn't seem so hard, like they were before."

   "That's good, it means that you are getting it, I'm proud of you."

   In the time before the news would come on Barbara asked if she could be
naked, to which Monica agreed.  She stripped quickly.  She then asked if
Olivia could be naked too.  Monica agreed turning up the heat a little she
put a blanket on the floor and a towel over part of it.  She then undressed
her daughter removing even her diaper.

   Barbara laid down next to the tiny girl.  She tickled the little one and
made faces and did any silly thing that came into her mind to try and amuse
the infant.  Olivia seemed to enjoy it.  Suddenly Barbara called out, "She
grabbed the rattle!"

   "Yes, she is learning how to move about.  That is why she needs to be
watched.  Little kids when they can crawl like to try and get into
everything they can.  The floor has to be kept clean and clear."

   Barbara got up and taking Olivia by her hands stood her up and attempted
to walk with the infant.  But Olivia was not there yet that she could step
by herself.  So Barbara walked towards Monica holding an upright Olivia
trying to make it appear that the baby was walking.  She said in a mock
baby voice, "Look at me, mommy I'm walking."

   "Barbara, it's time for your news.  You can take Olivia and sit on the
couch and watch.  Put a towel under in case she pees.  She can sit up next
to you." Barbara did just that with an arm around the infant holding her
against her side.  Barbara watched but on the commercials her attention was
on the tiny girl.

   The news was over and dinner was ready, they all sat down to eat. 
Between bites Barbara tied to ask questions about the weekend.  What would
Monica do for her.  Monica told her to focus on now instead of the future.
She then began to quiz her on her spelling words.

   But it was in part to ready the girl for the test as much as it would to
change the subject.  Soon enough it was time to go home Barbara dressed and
scurried home in time to see her mom before she left.  She was wearing her
usual very short skirt and low cut top.  Her larger breasts were pushed up
by her bra.  Barbara asked "Mom how come you dress like that to go to
work?"

   "I have to get John's attention so he can know that I am working.  If he
thinks I am nice looking he will want to pay me more."

   "How come you have to work for John?"

   "I never finished school so I could get a good job.  But your being over
at your friend's has helped me earn more.  I have been saving some so I can
take some classes so I won't have to be working with the Johns.  I want you
to do better so you can get a job and can do better than me."

   "I'll try, and being over at Olivia's and Monica's has helped me a lot."

   "Good, come give me a kiss before I have to leave.  Lock up the place
good, before you go to bed."

   Ann left, leaving Barbara to study.  She read her homework assignment.
She got into bed tonight she was naked.  She wishing she could have taken a
shower with Monica.  She looked forward to tomorrow night when Monica
promised to show her how she had touched herself on her mouse.

   In the morning Barbara found something her mom had picked up for her: a
bagel with a note near by saying, "There is some cream cheese in the
fridge. Have a good day.  Good luck on your test today.  Love Mom."

   Barbara ate hardily for a change before school.  She had to hurry to get
to Monica's to change into the school clothes she had there.  Barbara
didn't have time to run around the place like she liked to.  She wasn't
sure if it was because she liked being naked, or because she wanted Monica
to see her naked.  But also she hope that if she was naked Monica would get
naked too.  She loved seeing her naked.

   The idea of seeing other girls naked filled Barbara's head.  She looked
at a couple of classmates when she thought they didn't see her looking. 
She wondered what they looked like naked.  She even was looking at her
teacher, Miss Mills, wondering what she looked naked.  Once during the day
Miss Mills had bent over Barbara could see down her top.  The girl could
hardly pay attention to what her teacher was saying.  She could see the top
of her breasts and bra.  She was bigger than Monica but maybe not as big as
her mom.  But they were enough to incite lust in Barbara.  She could feel
her panties a little wet.  She almost panicked, thinking she had peed
herself in class.  But she knew she hadn't peed, but she was still damp in
her panties down by her mouse.  She had to pull herself together and
concentrate on the spelling test.

   She wrote her words like she had practiced with Monica.  She felt good
about it as she was doing it.  She felt more confidant.  That she knew her
words.  It seems to have made the words come easier.  When Miss Mills had
recited the words the children exchanged papers, and the teacher read the
correct spelling.  Barbara was excited to see that she had gotten all of
her words right.  Miss Mills called each student's name and they were to
call out their score.  When Barbara called out 100% heads turned toward
her. Barbara rarely got more than 13 or 14 words out of the 20 right.  Miss
Mills smiled at the girl.

   Barbara was so excited.  She got her math test back and she missed only
one question.  Miss Mills had put a nice smiley face on it.  She had her
spelling test too to show to Monica.  When Monica pulled up Barbara she
bustled with excitement to tell her friend her news.  Monica had to cool
Barbara's jets so she could get Olivia.  When they were all nicely into
Monica's place Barbara was pulling out her tests to show off.  Monica gave
her a reward of a kiss, right on the young girl's lips.

   "I have a surprise for you."

   "Oh, what?" The girl questioned.

   Monica pulled out a small chain and on it was a key.  "It's a key to my
door, so you don't have to wait outside for me."

   "So I can come in your house before you get home?"

   "That is the idea."

   "Can I get naked when I am in here?"

   "I guess, but you better be prepared to hurry into the bedroom if you
hear me coming in with someone."

   "OK, can I get naked now?"

   "Yes, you sure like being naked," the older girl mused.

   "I love to be naked.  Is it bad if I want to see other girls naked?"

   "Just girls?"

   "Yes, I don't want to see boys naked.  Girls are so much prettier."

   "You might not think that in a few years," Monica laughed.

   "Are you going to get naked too?" Barbara asked with great excitement
and anticipation.

   "OK." Monica put on some music and then proceed to do a striptease which
enthralled the girl.

   When the older teen was naked the young girl asked, "Are you going to do
what you said?"

   "I told you a promise is a promise.  I said that if you got an A on your
history test I would do that for you, and I will.  But you have to wait
until bed time." Monica felt a bit of a thrill, with the thought of
masturbating Barbara.  She thought to herself she is a young girl and has
the body of a little girl.  But it will be fun to do that with her.  To
Monica the girl's little girl body and her age was becoming less and less
important to her.

   The night couldn't go fast enough for Barbara, she did what she needed
to do, she got her homework done, and she watched the local news.  There
was dinner and then Monica got Olivia ready for bed.  Barbara again was all
eyes as Monica breastfeed her daughter.

   Monica resisted looking at Barbara because she knew that the girl would
be looking at her breasts with lustful eyes.  She wondered how such a young
girl could look on other girls with naughty thoughts.  Monica didn't get
into girls until she was 13 and doing sleepovers with her friends.  Maybe
it was because her mom was a hooker, maybe that is where the girl got it,
was the only thing that Monica could come up as a reason she thought.

   Monica sent the girl off the shower.  "Aren't you coming with me?" The
girl asked?

   "No I will take my shower by myself.  Just put on your nightshirt with
no panties if you want me to do that for you." Barbara was gone in a flash.
Monica took a bit longer in the shower.  She got a pair of panties and put
a maxi-pad in the gusset.  She needed it.  The first couple days of her
period were the heaviest.

   Once Monica was in bed, Barbara asked, "How do we start."

   "There is no rule as to how things are done, we do what we want.  Do you
want to kiss me?"

   "Yeah."

   "Come up here and give me a kiss." The girl kissed the older teen in a
way that no nine year old would ever dream of.  She was becoming a good
kisser.  She sure wasn't shy about using her tongue in the older girl's
mouth.  Monica reached down and began to run her fingers over that bald
little cleft between Barbara's legs.  It felt nice to both girls.  It
didn't take very long for Barbara to begin to get moist.  Monica could feel
it.  She filed it away in the back of her head that this girl is ripening
sexually.  She rubbed the labia for a while before she began to insert the
tip of her finger between the lips.  She tentatively searched for the
opening to her vagina.

   When she found it she could feel more moisture there.  Barbara could
feel the finger opening her.  She had never gone there before.  She had
never touched herself there other than to wipe herself.  She couldn't
imagine why she hadn't before.  She sure was going to do it in the future.

   Monica collected enough of Barbara's girly juices she moved up to the
girl's clit.  Monica knew where it would be located, but it was small. 
Monica rubbed up and down on it and back and forth.  She was trying to get
her finger up under the hood that protected that special button.  Monica
was determined to push that button.  Monica enlisted her other hand to help
out.  While one hand was busy diddling the girl's clit the other one was
toying around the entrance to Barbara's Holy of Hollies.  She could also
stoke her bald pussy lips.  Monica couldn't get over how smooth and just
how wonderful it felt.  Most of her girlfriends hadn't much hair just as
she didn't at those sleepovers.  Her last girlfriend, that she was caught
in bed with, had shaved her pussy around the lips.  But there was no
stubble with Barbara, perhaps the best she could feel was slight downy hair
here and there.

   Barbara was building to something she couldn't continue her kissing. 
She could only lay back, panting with each breath.  Finally she couldn't
take any more.  She pushed Monica's hands away, and tried to catch her
breath.

   Monica rolled over with her weight in her elbow holding her head.  She
asked, "Did you like it?  Was it worth all your study time?"

   "Oh Monica that was great!  Oh my god, it was worth studying to get this
feeling.  But I guess I get the bonus that you and my mom are happy because
I got good grades."

   "Yeah but think of this too; you get better grades in your class.  That
is a good reason to study.  And studying didn't kill you did it?"

   "No it was nice to be one of the smart ones in class." Barbara reached
her hand down between Monica's legs.  "You have panties on?  Do you want me
to do to you what you did to me?"

   "Thanks for the offer, but I am on my period right now."

   "Oh that is when you do the bleeding so you can get pregnant?  "

   "Yes, having my period makes me fertile, but I won't be getting pregnant
unless I let some guy up there.  That ain't going to happen.  At least for
some time.  I need to get a life for myself and Olivia before I get
involved with someone." She kissed the girl on her nose, saying, "Let's get
some sleep."

   In the morning Monica had work to do.  She had leaves to rake and then
some bushes to trim.  She had Barbara's help, which the girl did happily.
When they were done and Barbara thought she was going to have free time. 
Monica put her to work on her school work.

   "Do you have any more tests this coming week?"

   "No not for two weeks, but do have something but it isn't a test, we
gotta do a book report on a book we have to read."

   "Did they assign you a book or can you choose any one you want?"

   "We can choose any one we want but it has to be two hundred pages or
more.  I don't know what book to do it on."

   "Have you ever read the Harry Potter books?"

   "No, but I know they made them into movies.  But I didn't ever get to go
see them."

   "I have a copy of the first stories if you want to read it I can let you
start with the first one.  Do you want to do your report on it?"

   "Yeah, OK." Monica gave the girl a copy of the first book, and Barbara
began to read it.  That kept her busy the rest of the evening, until time
for her to watch the local news.  Then after she was back reading it.  She
forgot about playing with Olivia or being naked.  She even ignored Monica
when she breastfeed the baby.  She was very studious with her reading.  She
had a dictionary nearby to look words she didn't know.  Sometimes she
stopped to ask Monica a question about a word, of a point of the plot she
didn't understand.

   Later Monica sent her to the shower when she was able to pry the books
from her hands.  Barbara took the book to the bed, while she waited for
Monica to come to bed..  When the teen got there, she finally put the book
up.  She asked, "Will you rub me again, like last yesterday?"

   Monica was secretly thrilled that the girl was asking for it again. 
This time she started it.  She reached up under the nightgown the girl was
wearing.  She ran her hands over the girl's flat chest.  But flat or not,
she toyed with the areolas and the tiny nipples.  She then began to kiss
her.  In this the girl welcomed her and was an active participate.

   It didn't take long before the girl was leading the teen's hand where
she wanted it.  Monica enjoyed the smoothness of her little pussy.  But
soon enough she pulled her hands away.  Barbara protested, "Why did you
stop?"

   But Monica had something in mind, "You'll see." Rolling over to her
night stand she got some warming body lube.  She pulled out the thing she
wanted to use on the girl.  She got out her vibrator.

   Barbara looked it, "What's that?"

   "It's a vibrator, you'll love it."

   Giving it nice coating of lube on it and more on the girl's pussy lips,
she turned it on.  Barbara about jumped out of the bed when it touched her.
"OH IT MOVES!" she exclaimed.

   "Yes lay back and enjoy it." Enjoy it Barbara did.  Monica ran it over
the entrance to her vagina picking up more natural lube from the girl.  At
the same time it was depositing some of the warming lube on the girl. 
Barbara could feel the warmth on her there.  It created a tingling
sensation.  In combination with the vibrating of the dick shaped thing that
Monica was rubbing on her.  One minute it was at the door to her girlhood
and the next was it against her clit.  It felt like it would sand her clit
off her, but it felt like that in a good way.

   Soon enough Barbara was tossing her head back and forth she could hardly
keep her voice so as not to disturb the baby sleeping in the same room. 
Finally she could take no more.  She pushed Monica's hands away and bounded
out of bed, saying "I have to go pee!"

   She ran to the toilet and, sat there for several minutes but the pee
didn't come, but the feeling left her.  She came back to the bed.  Monica
told her, "See you didn't have go pee did you?" Barbara shook her head. 
"If you waited a little longer you would have felt what I did when I was
touching myself.  Do you want to do it some more?"

   The exhausted girl could only reply, "No I don't think I could stand it
again tonight." With a quick peck on Monica's lips she curled up to go to
sleep.

   The next morning after a filling breakfast Barbara was wanting to play.
Her favorite way to play, was naked.  Monica allowed her to get naked and
undress Olivia.  Barbara rolled around on the floor with the naked little
girl.  Monica had joined in the naked fun and came over and rolled around
with them for a short while.  While playing around Barbara made small grabs
at Monica and rubbed her body, especially her breasts, pussy and butt. 
Barbara wasn't as subtle as she thought.  Monica knew what she was doing.
In a way she was flattered that the young school girl wanted to feel her
up. She more subtle and returned the disguised feel ups, so that Barbara
really didn't realize that she had been groped.  Monica couldn't understand
it, why should she be attracted to such a young girl.  But she knew what
she was feeling a sexual attraction to the nine-year-old.

   Soon enough it was time to put an end to this fooling around.  She fed
Olivia and put her down.  She then took to doing housework.  She sat
Barbara down to do her work.  But it seemed that all her homework was done.
She went to reading her book so she could do her book report.

   After a while Barbara spoke up, "Did you read this book?"

   "Yeah, I told you I read them, I read it when they came out.  I have all
the others."

   "Then you know about that Hermione character?"

   "Yeah she is one of the main characters in of all the books."

   "What did you think of her?" Barbara asked.

   "I think she was all right, she helped Harry and even Ron a lot.  I
don't think they could do what they do without her."

   Monica came over and sat beside the girl on the couch.  Looking up at
the teen she said, "I think she is pretty smart.  I wish I was as smart."

   "Oh you might be already.  She just reads, studies and does her
homework. You can do that and you will be just as good as her."

   "Yeah but she does the magic better than Harry and Ron.  I could never
do those things she does."

   "Oh course you can't, you're not a witch like she is, and you're not
eleven like she is.  But you can do just as good in school as she does at
Hogwarts."

   "Do you think so?"

   "Yes I am sure of it."

   "Monica, do you like me?"

   "Yes of course I do.  If I didn't would I have you here?"

   "Do you like me like those girls in the movies?"

   "What movies?  You mean the Harry Potter?"

   "No the naked ones."

   "Oh those."

   "You said before that you did things with girls."

   "Yes I did do things with girls, the kinds of things those women do in
the movies."

   "You like to watch them, I mean girls doing things together?" Barbara
asked.

   "Yes or I wouldn't have them."

   "I like them too.  Is it wrong to do those things with girls?

   "I don't think so," Monica said as she shrugged her shoulders.  "If I
did, I guess I wouldn't have done them.  Why do you ask that?"

   "I would like to do that too."

   "Oh," Monica said with only minor surprise.  Is there is any one you
would like to do that with?"

   Barbara blushed, "I think Ellen is the prettiest girl in our class. 
Everyone else thinks so too."

   "Why do you think so?"

   "A couple of years ago, when we were in second grade, they took us to
the pool and they were going to teach us how to swim.  We had to take off
our clothes and I saw Ellen naked.  Her pussy was so cute, the other girls
were too, but she was the best.  But they saw me looking.  And after that
they thought I was weird and didn't like me or talk to me or anything."

   "But you wanted to do things with her?  Even then?



   Looking down, Barbara relied, "Yes, but I didn't know that it was sex, I
just wanted to see her pussy better and to touch it, Ellen and some others
too."

   "Girls in your class?" Monica quizzed her.

   "Yes and someone older.  Is it bad?" The pre-teen quizzed the teen
woman.

   "No I don't think so, how old is she?"

   "I am not sure.  She is older than you, but not as old as my mom."

   "Who is she?"

   "My teacher, Miss Mills," with that Barbara blushed.

   "Ah, so you are going for older women too." Monica kidded her.  "You
would like to do sexual things with them?"

   "Yeah some of the girls in my class, and with Miss Mills.  But I don't
think they will.  But there is someone else, I hope will like me."

   "Oh, who is she?" Monica asked, she wasn't sure she wanted to know the
answer, as she had a feeling who it was the girl was going to say."

   Barbara dropped her head and her voice, "You."

   Monica was now faced with it, it was clear that Barbara had a crush on
her.  Monica was flattered, she couldn't think of anyone who had ever had a
crush on her.  She sure had some on guys and other girls.  She thought of
how mostly it end up being unrequited and how she felt crushed when they
didn't feel about her, like she did them.  But in this case she did like
this girl that had a crush on her.  In fact Monica was having sexual
desires toward her.  It had been some time since she had sex with someone
other than herself and her vibrator.  But she had never been with a this
young not even when she was a young girl.  Monica hadn't started with girls
until she was out of elementary school.

   "Barb honey are you wanting to have sex with me?"

   Looking up expectantly, she replied, "Yeah would you do that with a kid
like me?"

   "You know that adults aren't supposed to have sex with young girls..."

   Barbara interrupted her, "It's OK, I know I'm a kid.  So you wouldn't
want to do anything with me."

   "Yes you are kid, but one sexy one.  What I was going to tell you, is
that no one could ever know about us.  You know I already did something
with you.  I masturbated you and used my vibrator on you.  I shouldn't have
but I did.  You know you can't ever tell anyone."

   Now jumping for joy Barbara pounced toward the older 'woman.' "I know, I
won't tell.  Can we do some of those things those girls do?"

   "What things?"

   "You know like when they play with each other's boobs."

   "Well that you have done that with me.  I've let you suckle at my boobs.
But is that all you wanted?"

   Excitedly Barbara answered, "You know when the girls lick on the other
girls' mouses.  Oh I'm sorry their pussies.  Does it feel as good as those
girl make it look?"

   "First off they are acting, but yes it does feel good.  You want me to
do that to you?"

   "Will you?  Can we do that now?"

   "Cool your jets there girly, first Olivia is sleeping in there and she
will be up soon, and I have to start dinner.  After dinner you will have to
be going home.  Don't you think you should show your mom your math and
spelling tests?"

   "Yeah I guess."

   "You guess?  I am sure she will be very pleased with you.  You should
give her the chance to be proud of you."

   "Will you do it tomorrow?"

   "You have school during the week.  How do you think Hermione did so well
in her classes, she hit the books.  And you need to do it too.  But you
will be here next weekend won't you?"

   "Yeah, you can bet on that," the young girl grinned.

   "Then we can do it then, I'll have finished with my period by then too."

   ********

   For Monica the next week flew by.  There was housework to be done,
shopping that needed to be done, and most important to take care and spend
some time with the love of her life, her little daughter.  But there was
the neighbor girl, who cute as bug and more fun to talk to than little
Olivia, as Barbara would talk back.

   But for Barbara the week dragged on, it seemed forever.  She looked at
the girls at school and wondered what they would look like naked.  When she
could get the chance she would try to see down Miss Mills top or up her
dress.  Her teacher even caught her a couple of times.  Miss Mills would
just cross her legs or straighten up so the girl couldn't see down her top.
But there was always a smile on her face, toward Barbara.

   Monica would come home to find Barbara had used her key and let herself
in.  She had the boom box on playing a CD.  But also she was naked.  She
would run to greet Monica when she came in, with a big hug.  In addition to
having put on the music Monica could see that the girl was getting her
homework done.  She told the teen about her day at school.  She sometimes
raised her hand in class to answer questions.  That was something that she
never use to do.  But the girl had developed a new self-confidence.

   Barbara was always on Monica to get undressed so she would be naked in
the apartment.  Most times Monica granted her request.  It was a secret
thrill to Monica that the little girl could be so turned on by her body,
despite not having lost all her weight that she put on with the baby or the
stretch marks that she had.

   Monica asked her, "How is book report was coming?"

   "I am almost done reading the book.  It is really good.  There are
others like this?"

   "Yes there are six other books, together they cover 7 years of Harry's
life."

   "Is Hermione in them too?"

   "Yes she is a major character and she figures in all the books and is
important to the stories, her and Ron are Harry's best friends."

   "Oh I want to read them too."

   "You just finish this one first and get your book report done then we'll
worry about the other books."

   They spent dinner watching the local news Barbara asked questions about
what she saw on the news.  Monica tried to answer them as best she could
explain them on Barbara's level.

   Finally it was Friday Barbara was waiting for her great treat.  Monica
had mixed feelings.  One the one had this little girl was getting to her
and turning her on, and it stroked her ego that the girl could think she
was sexy.  Monica didn't feel quite that way about herself.  She felt
self-conscious about not losing all her baby weight and naked she had the
stretch marks.  But this was a fourth grader should she be involved in sex
so young?  What will happen when she full realizes that her mom is a hooker
and has sex for a living?  One thing is clear she sure likes watching the
sex DVD's she had.  But it wasn't just the DVD's she liked, it was only
they lesbian ones.

   Dinner was done, Monica told the girl, "I'm going to take a shower."

   "Can I take it with you?"

   "No you sit there and watch your news, and you watch Olivia.  I will be
a while I need to shave too."

   Barbara was chomping at the bits until Olivia was in bed and Monica sent
Barbara off to the shower, with a rejoinder "Make sure you wash your pussy
well." Barbara skipped off to the shower thrilled at what she expected from
the teen.

   Finally Barbara's dream was going to be fulfilled.  They got into bed
naked.  Monica started the game by kissing the girl.  Barbara jumped into
the game with everything she had.  She used her tongue like an older girl.
She also reached for Monica's boobs.  She was now touching as lover not as
a kid trying to drink her momma's milk.

   Monica was enjoying what Barbara was giving her.  She thought to
herself, "Maybe she is ready for sex." Her hands ran over the little girl's
flat chest and she toyed with the elementary school girl's areolas, just
like this girl was doing to hers.  Soon enough Monica broke off the kisses
and moved down the bed and began to lick and nibble at Barbara's tiny
nipples while she stroked the girl's chest and stomach.  She could feel the
girl was becoming more and more excited.

   Monica continued her movements down the girl's body.  She stopped and
licked out the girls innie bellybutton.  Barbara was torn between giggling
and moaning.  It was ticking and exciting her at the same time.  Monica was
only giving her a taste of what could be.  She moved down over the slight
mound that was in her pubic area.  But she detoured around the girl's
pussy. She began to kiss and lick all around the girl's inner thighs.

   She began to squirm all over the place and little moans were escaping
her lips.  Monica could see in the dim light of the night light how the
lips of the little girl had swollen and were turning a light shade of pink.
Now was time, Monica used her tongue to lick up one outer lip and down the
other.  She was all over with it her tongue.  Sometimes she would make a
point with her tongue and bore between her lips.  After a bit she began to
lap at the tiny little inner lips.  Other times she used a flat tongue all
over the lips.  So far she had avoid the girl's clitoris.  What she was
doing was raising the girl to a fever pitch.  But Monica had the goal of
getting her over her pitch to explode.

   To do that she now brought her fingers into play the fingers of one hand
would play with her lips while the other hand sent a finger to the entrance
to the girl's vagina.  She would go in as far as the girl's hymen.  Barbara
would squirm even more when Monica touched her there.  Monica spread the
girl's lips and began to lick at the pink inside the little lips, up to her
little cherry.

   Monica backed off with her head to watch what she was doing and what she
was doing to the girl.  She could tell that she had gotten the little girl
excited.  Her breathing showed it.  It came in ragged gasps.

   But the time was coming when her mouth needed to back into action, her
little voyeuristic time was over.  She took one hand and moved up it and
took the hood of the girl's clitoris and opened it.  Monica applied her
tongue to the now swollen bud.  She licked, suck and twilled her tongue
around the girl's nub.

   Suddenly Barbara was trying to push Monica away, saying, "I got to go
pee." Monica didn't reply nor did she let Barbara push her away.  Instead
she redoubled her efforts.  Her finger pushed at the little girl's cherry
causing in to open a bit, but with a little pain.  But that pain was also
with pleasure coming from her clit and what Monica was doing there. 
Barbara couldn't take it anymore she her head exploded.  She let out a loud
long squeak followed the loud noise of the air rushing back into her lungs.

   That was it for Barbara.  She fell back in the bed limp as a damp
washrag, and with a pussy as wet.  Monica gently licked up the little girl
juice that Barbara had produced.  She moved up and kissed the girl with her
lips covered the girl's juices.

   When the girl was more coherent Monica asked her in a whisper, "How did
you like that?"

   Barbara answered by gabbing her and giving a big kiss.  "Thank you,
thank you, thank you.  That is what they girl's in the video felt?"

   Monica whispered back to her, "I don't know that the girls feel
anything, they are acting.  But that is what it is supposed to feel like. I
take you like?" Though it was hardly a question, it was obvious she did.

   "Oh yes that was awesome.  I could have that done to me all day."

   "You want more?"

   "Yes but right now I am so tried can we do this more in the morning?"

   "Anything you want my lover."

   "Am I your lover, like a girlfriend?"

   "Yes you are," with that she gave the girl another kiss with her lips
wet with the girl's pussy juice.

   "Thanks, you are the best girlfriend.  "Goodnight," with that Barbara
turned over and was asleep very quickly.

   It left Monica alone with her thoughts.  She just had sex with a fourth
grader, and she liked it.  What did that say about her.  If it wasn't bad
enough that it was a fourth grader, this was a girl.  Monica had comes to
terms with her bedding girls and was comfortable with the label of
bisexual, but was she lesbian instead?  She knew one thing for sure enjoyed
what she did, and she looked forward to doing it again.  She was horny
enough with her little lover asleep she masturbated herself to the orgasm
that she needed.

   Monica slept late she woke up and looked up and saw the clock, it was
after 10.  She noticed that Barbara wasn't in the bed.  Looking over
further she could see that Olivia wasn't in her crib.  Monica was up with a
start.  She came into the living room and looked around.  There was Barbara
sitting with her book in one hand and the other one holding Olivia. 
Barbara naked and Olivia in only diaper.  Olivia seemed content, the
kitchen was clean and the living room picked up.  She must have done some
house work and fed the baby.

   Barbara saw her and said, "Oh you're up.  You were really tired I let
you sleep."

   "What about Olivia?" Monica asked.

   "Oh I woke up early and did some cleaning for you.  When Olivia woke up
I got her.  I took her so you could sleep.  I got her bottle and changed
her.  So she's all fed and clean and dry.  I hope that is OK"

   Monica came over and gave her a kiss on her forehead, "That is very nice
of you to do.  You'll make a good babysitter someday." Barbara just looked
up and smiled.  "You're still reading the book?"

   "I gotta finish it, my book report is due Tuesday.  Besides the book is
so good."

   Monica let the girl read, she could see that Barbara had taken good care
of her daughter.  She set about getting herself breakfast.

   While Barbara read Monica cleaned the bedroom.  When she finished she
went over and took her daughter to have a little mother/daughter time.  She
spoke to the baby while holding and stoking the child.  It gave Barb time
to continue to read.  Monica could only think, "she must really be into the
book." She also took a look at the girl's body.  She had just made love to
her last night.  Though she was young she sure turned on Monica.  Would
they be doing it again tonight she wondered.

   After lunch with Olivia down for a nap Barbara was plowing through the
final chapters of the book.  Monica sat down next to the girl.  Putting her
arm around the girl she absent-mindedly toyed with her hair.  Barbara
looked up and smiled.  "Are we going to do sex tonight again?" She asked
the older girl.

   "Yes if you want."

   "This time can use lick me AND use that buzzy thing?"

   "You liked that thing?"

   "Yeah I liked them both it was no nice for you to lick me, and that
buzzy thing feels so funny and it makes me so tingly."

   "Get your work done and maybe tonight we can do that and I will eat you
and use my vibrator on you," she smiled.

   "I'm almost done see I only have 10 more pages to go."

   "Good you get done, and get your report done and I help you with it."

   Barbara sat down at the kitchen table with pencil and paper.  She had
the outline of what the book report had to contain.  Monica went over it
with her making suggestions on how to do it.  Barbara began with pencil in
hand and her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth.  She gave pointers
about grammar and punctuation.

   As Monica looked at the girl, she couldn't help but smile.  It was
partly pride in the girl, but also a bit of lust towards the girl.  She
looked forward to tonight when she would be in her bed and she could taste
the sweet nectar of her little virgin pussy.  Well not so virgin since
Monica and played with and eaten that tasty little morsel.

   Monica made dinner and spent more time with her daughter while the girl
worked.  She finished about the time for dinner.  They turned on the TV so
they could watch while they ate.  Barbara had become interested in the
local happening of their city.  She was also more knowledgeable than she
was before she felt comfortable to raise her hand in class and answer
questions, something she never use to do.

   Barbara asked and received permission to take off Olivia's diaper so all
three of them could be naked.  When asked why, she said, "I like to be
naked and I like to see other girls naked too."

   Monica asked, "When you go home, do you go about your place naked too?"

   "Yeah now if mom isn't home I take off my clothes.  I would do it when
she is home but I don't know if she would let me."

   While Barbara rolled around on the floor with Olivia, Monica read the
book report.

   My book report by Barbara Monroe

   book: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

   author: J.K.  Rowling

   publisher: Scholastic Books

   pages: 309

   Published: 1998

   Story: Harry Potter is a boy in England.  He lives with his aunt, uncle,
and cousin.  He lived with them because his parents died.  They are not
nice to him.  On his eleventh birthday he finds out he is a wizard and he
is supposed to go to a special school for wizards.  When he is getting his
books he finds out that he is famous.  But he is famous because a bad
wizard tried to kill him, and he lived But that bad wizard killed Harry's
parents.  Harry made two friends at school: Ron and Hermione.  They learn
how to do magic.  Harry and his friends think the bad wizard has come back
and wants to kill Harry.  The three of them work together to find the bad
wizard, and get rid of him.

   My favorite character: is Hermione.  She is smart and helps the boys. 
Sometimes she has to help them to get out of trouble.  She knows a lot
because she reads and does her homework.  But some people don't like her
because her parents weren't a wizard or witch.  But she shows you can be
good by doing good things, and doing the school work, and studying.



   When she had finished she told the girl, "I think that you did a good
job on it.  Is Hermione really your favorite character?"

   Barbara replied, "Yeah, I always like girls more than boys.  Harry and
Ron are OK, but boys will never be as good as girls." Monica thought about
that comment; she couldn't help but wonder would she change and begin to
like boys when she started puberty, or was she a lesbian in the making. 
One thing was sure they were going to make lesbian love together tonight.
Monica was looking forward to eating her little cunny.

   Monica got Olivia ready for bed and gave her a last breastfeeding. 
Barbara looked on enviously at what the baby was getting.  "You want some
too?" With a nod of her head, Barbara affirmed her desire.  "Come on you
can take my other boob.  I don't think Olivia will drain both tonight."

   Soon enough with the baby in bed and asleep.  It was time for the teen
and her pre-teen love to get ready for bed.  A quick shower was in order
because neither could wait to be in the bed.  This time Barbara started
things off by reaching for Monica's boobs.  At the same time she planted
her lips on the older teen.  Monica wasn't going to be out done.  She
launched her tongue into the pre-teen's mouth, where it was fully welcome.
They dueled with tongues while Barbara molested Monica's titties.  At the
same time Monica was feeling up the little girl's flat chest.

   Monica reached over to her bedside stand and too out her vibrator then
began her journey south to Barbara's promised land.  After stopping to pay
homage to Barbara's flat areolas with kisses and licks she moved on to the
girl's bellybutton.  She began to blow raspberries in, it caused the girl
to giggle.  She then flicked her tongue in it this time causing the girl to
purr.  But they were both waiting for that magic moment when Monica arrived
down at Barbara's furless little "mouse."

   When she got there kisses were planted aplenty.  When the supply of
kisses seemed exhausted it was time for the tongue to go into action.  She
licked up and down her small outer lips for a while to get the girl hot. 
Then taking her fingers she spread the outer lips and began to give the
even tinier inner lips the same treatment.

   Barbara was loving it, she would squirm and wiggle her hips sometimes
pushing them up towards Monica's mouth.  She reached down and grabbed the
teen's head pulling it into her crouch.  All the while she was purring her
extreme liking of what she felt.  On occasion her head would whip one way
then back the other, as though she didn't know where to look.  But she
wasn't looking, her eyes were closed so she concentrate what she was
feeling between her legs.  The girl could feel her sexual temperature
rising.  But that is what she wanted she was wanting to arrive at the
tremendous moment when she boiled over.  Monica took her there before and
she had full confidence she could take her there again.

   Monica too was loving it.  As she got those inner lips open she enjoyed
the privilege of licking such a young girl.  When would she ever get a girl
like this in her bed again?  She relished the taste of the little girl's
juices that were beginning to seep through that little hymen from that
precious vagina beyond.  Monica was wanting that juice and she was thinking
about getting into the little vagina.  But that would mean she would have
to break the cherry that stood in the way.

   Monica had never popped a cherry before, girl or boy.  Of course she had
had her own done by her first boy back when she was 14.  But luckily he was
a more experienced boy of 17 so at least he had some idea of what he was
doing, even if he didn't last as long as Monica would have liked before
dumping his load of baby batter in her.  Would it be fair to Barbara if she
just did it without letting the girl have a say in such an intimate matter.
No much as she wanted this girl, she couldn't act like so many horny guys
who care not a tinker cuss about a girl, just wanting to get themselves off
in the deepest part of a girl's body.

   Monica contented herself with licking the tasty juices the girl
produced, as she wiggled her tongue inside the precious pink of her little
girlhood.  But that wasn't all that Monica was going to do.  She moved her
mouth up to explore the girl's little clit.  But she didn't leave her pussy
unattended.  She flipped on the vibrator and began to apply it to the
entrance to her pussy.

   This had the effect of a major rise in the heat to Barbara's cunt.  She
was getting louder with her moans and gasps.  Monica would have been
worried about the noise waking Olivia sleeping only a few feet away.  But
it was as though she was in another world.  Barbara's pussy was all she
could see all the she carried about at that moment.

   She showed that with her savage mauling of the little girl's clitoris.
She licked, sucked, and otherwise stimulated the little thing for all she
was worth, and that was a lot.  She when it seemed the girl couldn't get
any hotter Monica pulled a switcharoo.  Her mouth went down to the pussy
opening while the vibrator took over on the girl's clit.  It didn't take
long before the girl was in orbit.  The jets she expelled to get so high
were all caught in Monica's mouth.  Monica had never tasted anything so
sweet and tart at the same time that tasted so good.  This girl produced
the nectar of the gods and Monica wanted all she could get from her.

   When Monica could control herself and see that the girl had finished her
orbits and was ready for splashdown, Monica backed off that delicious
little girl pussy.  She moved up the bed to lie next to her.  When Barbara
opened her eyes Monica caused them to close again when she kissed her.  She
forced her tongue into the girl's mouth, and wrestled with the girl's
tongue.

   It didn't take her long before she pulled back and asked, "What's that
taste?"

   "That's you."

   "What'd you mean me?  My taste?"

   "That is the taste of your pussy juice.  Do you like it?"

   "I don't know, it isn't bad for you is it?"

   "No not at all.  I don't know about you but I like it, you taste good."

   "Do all girls taste like that?"

   "Not exactly, everyone tastes a little different, but you taste
different from other girls I have known.  But I think that is because you
are younger."

   "Are you wanting to taste other girls like me?" Barbara asked in
astonishment.

   "If they are anything like you, then yes, I would love to eat a whole
lot of girls like you.  But Barbie honey I need you to do something for
me."

   "What Monica?  I would do anything for you."

   "Can you smell the smell in the air?"

   "Yeah."

   "Honey that is me.  You have me very excited I need you to do something
for me."

   "OK."

   Taking the girl's hands she led it to her pussy.  "Rub me here.  Use
your one hand to rub my clit like this." She moved the girl's hand up and
down back and forth and in circles.  "You see how to do it?"

   "Yeah."

   "Do it like that for me.  I want you to use your other hand, I want you
to take two fingers and put them in me here." She guided the girl's hand in
to her vagina.  "Make it go in and out like this." She moved her hand,
holding it by the wrist, forcing her fingers in and out of her cunny.

   Barbara said in surprise, "You're all wet there."

   "You're not kidding.  You make me that way.  Make me cum Barbie, honey.
But I want you to kiss me while you do that." With fingers on clit and
other in her pussy, it didn't take long for Barbara to give Monica the
orgasm she needed.  But while her fingers were at work she tried to give
the teen the best kisses she could out of the gratitude for the cum Monica
had given her.

   With their orgasms achieved Monica pulled out a little hand towel and
dried of her pussy and then Barbara's, then they were ready for sleep.  It
didn't take long for either of them to become dead to the world.

   Olivia had been crying for a little while before they woke up to take
care of her.  With a clean and fed baby they started their day.  For
Barbara she wanted to spend as much of as she could naked.  She finished
off her homework and did all the reading she needed for the next week.  She
had it all done by dinner time.  As was now the usual custom they sat and
ate dinner while watching the news.  Monica didn't care to much about it,
but Barbara was soaking it up like a sponge.

   Soon enough it was time for Barbara to get dressed and head home after
spending another wonderful weekend at Monica's.  She loved her mother but
there wasn't so much at home that interested her so much.  Not like at
Monica's there was always something to do and someone to talk to.  Her mom
wasn't home very much when Barbara was home.  Tonight she got home in time
to see her mom.

   "Hi mom, I'm home."

   "Oh Barbie did you have a nice time at your friend's house?"

   "Yeah it was great.  Are you going to work now?"

   "Yes.  Did you eat dinner over there...or do you want something to eat?"

   "No we ate there.  How come you always work at night?"

   "The people I work with they mostly only come out after dark.  So that
is when I have to work."

   "Can't you get a day time job?"

   "I would like that, that way I can see you when you are home from school
and on the weekends.  But I didn't go very far in school so I didn't learn
to much, to get another job.  That is why I want you to do well in school
so you can do better than me."

   "Can't you go back to school and learn?"

   "I have been saving a little money, I planned to take some classes so
that I can stop doing this work and do better for us.  But it is hard to
save.  As I get older I get paid less so I have to work harder.  Give me a
kiss I need to leave.  Lock the door and don't let anyone in."

   "I know mom.  Bye."

   Barbara got ready for bed.  She got in naked.  Her hands went on their
own volition to her crotch.  Barbara tried to do the things that Monica did
to her.  When she tried to put her finger in like she did with Monica it
hurt and she had a little blood coming out of her pussy.  She cleaned up
and decided that it hurt too much to play with any more.  She would leave
it to Monica to touch her like that, she did it so much better.

   Barbara was over in the morning as usual.  Monica felt her house was
empty without Barbara there in the morning and evenings.  She watched over
her like a mother would.  But would a mother make love with the girl like
she did.  Monica couldn't think of not bedding the young girl.  She was
hooked on that little girl and her sexy little girl body.  How could she
have got herself into this position.  She looked out the window as Barbara
went to join the line for the bus.  She noticed that kids didn't avoid her.
She may not have been welcomed but they didn't run away from her or form
another line, as Barbara was there first.  But when the bus took them away
she was still sitting by herself.  Well little victories Monica thought,
take them where you can.

   The chatterbox was back after school and naked when Monica got home.  It
felt like a nice welcome to come to, someone to talk to and it didn't hurt
that she was cute and sexy, as well as naked.  Tuesday Monica gave the book
report a going over to catch any mistakes from when Barbara had re-copied
it.  She didn't find any.

   It was homework and dinner with the news for the little chatterbox and
her teen lover/substitute mother.  She told all about her day in school and
discussed the issues of the day with the teen before it was time to go home
to mostly an empty apartment.

   Thursday after school Barbara was more animated even more than usual. 
She bounced, (naked), all over place.  She showed Monica her book report.
There was a big "A" on it with a smiley face written on it with red pencil.
Monica gave her a bear hug and a kiss on the top of her head as a reward.
She took off her clothes to be naked with the pre-teen.

   "Miss Mills wrote a note to my mom.  Do you want to read it?"

   "Isn't that supposed to be for your mom?"

   "Yeah it is but you can read, it isn't sealed."

   "No I think that is for your mom.  Maybe today you should go home and
give it to her."

   "OK." Barbara said with a bit of depression in her voice.  She loved to
be naked around Monica, to see Monica naked and to show off her naked body
to the older girl.  She dressed and taking her book report and books she
was off, in hopes to get home before her mom left..

   About 25 minutes later the phone rang.  She answered and a voice asked,
"Is this Monica?"

   "Yes?"

   "Hi this Ann Monroe, we spoke before.  I wanted to thank you.  Barbara
said that it was your book she did her book report on.  She said that you
helped with some of the words, and the report."

   "It was my pleasure.  I would like to see her do as well as she can."

   "Yes I do too.  But with the nature of my work, I end up being away from
home most of the time when Barbara is out of school.  But I wanted to thank
you.  Also her teacher Miss Mills sent a note home.  It speaks more to you
than me.  You are the one who made it possible.  I will read you the
letter," she began

   "Dear Ms.  Monroe:



   I wanted to tell you about the progress Barbara has been making in
class, lately.  You may not know that before the school year starts a
student's new teacher has an opportunity to talk to their teacher from the
previous year.  I did have a conversation with Mrs.  Jenkins about Barbara.
She felt that Barbara was a fairly bright girl but didn't live up to her
potential.  She also seemed not to be able to get along with the other
children.  Or rather I should say that they didn't get along with her.  She
was the butt of many jokes and was called names, and teased.



   But over the last few weeks I have noticed a change in Barbara.  She has
her homework done and she understands it fairly well.  She participates in
class; whereas she didn't before.  Her test results now seem to be living
up to her potential.  She is doing very well in class.  I am very pleased
with her progress.

   Her progress is not something lost on the other children.  While they
still do tease her, I have noticed the name calling has stopped.  I hope
that in time Barbara will be fully accepted by her classmates.

   I wanted you to know about the excellent progress Barbara has made.

   Sincerely,

   Miss Mills,

   Fourth grade teacher Cherry Street Elementary"

   "That is a very nice letter you got there Ms.  Monroe," Monica told her.

   "Please call me Ann.  You don't mind if I call you Monica?"

   "Oh no, not at all you are very welcome.  I will tell you I love having
Barbara here."

   "Well that is the thing; there isn't anything that I have done that
could have made the changes in her and her school work.  Also I have
noticed she has had some clothes.  I assume your daughter and her are
sharing some clothes.  All of the credit for Barbie's progress is due to
you.  I wanted to thank you so very much for it.  You and your daughter
have made a great change in Barb and I am very glad of it.  I just wanted
to thank you for it."

   "It has been my pleasure to have Barbara here, and to have helped her."
Monica thought to herself "If she only knew what kind of pleasure I've been
having with Barbara over here."

   "Thanks again Monica, goodbye."



   "You're welcome Ann, good bye." It was a conversation that warmed
Monica's heart.

   *******

   Barbara was over Monday morning and she brought her homework for Monica
to check before school.  While Monica looked it over Barbara took the
opportunity to run around, or rightly stated danced around the small
basement apartment as naked as the day she was born.  With the homework
check and the bus arriving soon Barbara had to get dressed.  But in
addition to her books she had brought over her only two dolls she wanted to
share her most prized possession with her best friend and lover.  She also
played with them with Olivia.  Monica shooed her off to school making sure
the dolls stayed in the apartment.

   After school Monica came home to a naked girl at her dining room table
doing homework.  When Monica came in carrying Olivia, Barbara raced over to
give her hug.  "How was work today?"

   "It was OK but let me put down Olivia, before you try and tackle me."

   "Can Olivia be naked?"

   "Why what are you going to do with her."

   "I got almost of my homework done.  Can she be naked with me?  Please?
Do you want to be naked too?"

   "You can undress her but put a blanket on the floor first.  I will take
my clothes off later.  I'm going to start dinner."

   "Can she have her diaper off too?"

   "Make sure you put down a towel on the blanket, under her.  You are
responsible to clean up anything she does."

   With an, "OK." Barbara quickly had the blanket and towel down and was
getting the little girl naked.  Monica busied herself making dinner.  It
was quiet she looked over to see where Barbara was and what she was doing.
She had the baby on her back with her legs open her face was down close to
Olivia's pussy.  She had spread the baby's labia and was looking at her
pussy.  Monica watched for a minute, Barbara didn't seem to be hurting
Olivia.

   "What are you doing?"

   Barbara turned to look at Monica, slightly blushing.  "I was just
looking at her."

   "That is a pretty intimate place you were looking at you should have
someone's permission to be looking at them there.  Olivia can't really
agree to letting you see her there."

   "I'm sorry I just wanted to see what a pussy looked like real close up.
I tried to look at mine in the mirror but I can't see very well that way."

   "What did you think of hers?" Monica asked.

   "It looks nice but it is so small it is hard to see everything.  I
couldn't see all the things that the ladies in the video have.  I just
wanted to know what all it was and see it."

   "Tonight I will let you see me and I teach you about pussies." Good
thing that Monica was still dressed as she could feel her panties getting a
little damp.  She thought to herself, "Damn that girl sure turns me on,
whether I want to be or not." To change the subject and keep things from
going too far, she told her.  "Leave Olivia there and come over here and
finish the homework.  Dinner is almost ready and your news will be on
soon."

   Olivia joined the other at the table in her highchair.  Monica ate and
feed her while Barbara ate with her focus on the TV watching the local
news.

   After dinner and the news, Barbara had Olivia sitting on her knee next
to Monica as the teen checked the younger girl's homework.  Suddenly
Barbara shirked she barely held on to the baby as she started to jump up.
Monica dropped the book and paper and took the baby who by now had finished
peeing.

   Barbara had a look of confusion and surprise on her face, when she
stated, "She peed on me."

   Monica laughed, "Babies do that you should have put the towel under her.
So it's your own fault." Barbara made disgusting face.  "She didn't do it
on purpose, they just go when they need to you.  Be thankful you aren't
dressed so your clothes aren't wet.  And you know you were the one who
wanted to take Olivia's diaper off her."

   Barbara came over and gave a tiny hug and kiss on her check to Olivia,
"I forgive you, Olivia." Then she gave a bigger hug to Monica with a kiss
on the lips, "I'm sorry, I wasn't careful with her."

   Monica gave her a smile, "You didn't hurt her and you'll learn.  It
looks like you got the homework right.  Do you want to help me give her a
bath?"

   "Yeah can I?"

   "Go run some water in the tub, not too much and don't get it too hot."

   Monica took Olivia in to see that the water wasn't too high and checking
the temp she found that it was something that was warm but wouldn't burn
the fragile skin of the baby.  She put the baby, turning to the girl she
said, "Go ahead wash her."

   With a soapy wash cloth Barbara rubbed all over the tiny girl.  In doing
so she was getting herself as wet as she was the baby.  "Can I get in with
her, I'm getting all wet?"

   "Well it's not like your clothes are getting wet." Monica laughed.  "Go
ahead get in with her.  Just move her to front, and you get in the middle."

   "Why?  Middle?" Barbara asked a little puzzled.

   "Because I might as well get in behind you.  You don't mind if all of us
take a bath together?" She said smiling at the girl.  Barbara grabbed hold
of the baby and moved in behind her then scooted forward while Monica moved
in between her.  Barbara took advantage of the situation to wash Olivia's
pussy.  It might have been more feeling up the little girl.  But then
Monica started washing the back and then her hands snaked around to the
chest of the pre-pubescent girl.  If Barbara was feeling up her baby
daughter, she couldn't complain too much as she was washing or more likely
feeling up the pre-teen.  It sure didn't take long for the three of them to
be clean enough to get out of the tub.  They all dried off.  Monica dressed
Olivia in her diaper and sleeper.  She gave her a little feeding before
putting her down in her crib for the night.  What the baby didn't finish
off the breast milk Barbara was more than willing to finish off.  It wasn't
long before Barbara drained Monica's boobs.

   Monica asked the girl, "Why were you looking at Olivia between her
legs?"

   "I wanted to see what a girl looks like there."

   "Haven't you seen another girl there?"

   "Not close up," Barbara gave a little whine.  "I couldn't see very well
on Olivia all her parts were so small, even smaller than mine."

   "Of course hers are small, she is just a baby.  Haven't you looked at
yourself?" Monica asked.

   "I tired but I couldn't see very well."

   "How did you do it?"

   "In the mirror in the bathroom.  But I couldn't get a good position to
see good."

   "Didn't you try with a hand mirror?"

   "Yeah but I couldn't hold the mirror and open up my mouse and see at the
same time."

   "Do you know all the names of the parts in a girl?" The older teen asked
the young girl.

   "No, only that my mom called it a mouse and that I had a little tail,
here at the top." She said as she pointed to the ridge that ran up the
middle of her pussy.  "I call this place my 'special button'."

   "Do you want to know the names and see everything?"

   "Oh yes, I would love to, can you tell me?"

   "Go into the drawer on the left side of the sink in the bathroom and
bring in the hand mirror."

   Monica spread the blanket on the couch and laid back spreading her legs,
with one bent up at the knee and the other hanging off the couch.  She had
Barbara come sit in between her legs.  She rubbed a finger up along her
lips.  "These are my outer lips.  Their official name is Labia Majora,
that's a Latin word.  It means big lips.  Take your fingers and spread
them. Can you see inside now." Barbara nodded her.  "Good, see these? 
These are my inner lips, they are called Labia Minora, that means little
lips.  See the small hole in there?"

   "Yeah, you mean the little one above the bigger one?" Barbara asked.

   "Yes, that's my pee hole, it's called the urethra.  The bigger hole
under it is my vagina."

   "That's the hole you had me put my fingers in?"

   "Yeah it is like a tube.  You had your fingers in it.  The boys I knew
had their penises in it and that is where Olivia came out of me.  See this
thing it is kind of like a little bump at the top, it has a cover like on
it.  The cover is called a hood.  If you spread the hood open you will see
my clitoris.  That is what you were calling your special button."

   Barbara had looked on with rapt attention doing what Monica had asked of
her.  Looking with her nose only an inch or two away from what she was
looking at.  But finally she spoke, "If you showed me all that on you, why
did you have me get the mirror?"

   "So you can see yours.  You did want to see yours too didn't you?" The
girl nodded.  "Change places with me.  Lay back and spread your legs."
Barbara complied with the order.  "OK now open your Labia Majora like you
did mine....  You can see inside now?" Monica held the mirror so that the
girl could see.

   "Yeah."

   "Good I'm gonna touch your Labia Minora that's the inner lips.  Yours
are smaller than mine because I don't think you have had it open much other
than when you are peeing.  See here above this is your pee hole, the
urethra.  You have the other hole under it."

   "Tilt the mirror a little more, I can't see any hole there."

   "See better now?"

   "Yeah but I still don't see a hole, don't I have a vagina?"

   "Yes every girl has one.  But you can't see yours very well because it
isn't open like mine.  See this little place?" Monica touched Barbara's
hymen, causing the girl to flinch.  "This is your hymen it closes your
vagina.  It is often called a cherry when a girl has sex her first time it
gets broken and guys call it popping your cherry."

   "That's what happened to you?"

   "Yeah the first time I did it with a guy I was 14.  His name was Bob, he
was 17 then."

   "I didn't ever do anything with a boy."

   "Have you ever seen a boy naked?"

   "Yeah once.  I've never told anybody about this, but I did.  You won't
tell my mom or anybody will you?"

   "No of course not."

   "OK I'll tell you: once about three years ago my mom went to a job. 
Normally when mom would go to work, Mrs.  Horstmeyer would watch me, but
she was sick and mom said she needed to go because the job paid a lot.  So
we went to this woman's house she let mom in, but said I needed to wait
outside for her.  She had two kids one was a girl she was like 9 and a boy
I guess he was 7.  I was 6 then.  We went in the backyard.  They said their
mom has ladies come over and they go in the bedroom and take off their
clothes and do things.  The girl said they would peek in the window and see
them.  They asked if I wanted to see.  I said, 'OK.' They took me to the
window in her room, but the shade was down and I couldn't see nothing.  We
went into their garage and they wanted me to pull my pants down.  I did it
only when they said that they would do it too.  I liked that she had a cute
mouse.  But her brother had that funny wiener it stuck out, it wasn't nice
looking.  I didn't tell you about my seeing his wiener before, sorry. 
Anyways she took her hand and was rubbing it.  She wanted me to rub it too.
But I didn't want to.  His wiener got all hard.  It looked ugly like those
in the videos you have with the men and when they stick out.  I wanted to
touch her mouse but she wouldn't let me."

   "But your mom was in there with her mom and they were rubbing each
other's pussies.  I don't know why she wouldn't let you." Monica asked.

   "I don't know, but I wanted to touch her, girls look so cute there."

   "Do you like mine?"

   "Yeah," Barbara said with a shy smile.

   "Come on let's go to bed Olivia should be sound asleep by now." Taking
the young girl by the hand she led her to the bed.  Monica could feel
moisture trickling down the inside of her thigh.  She could also smell her
arousal starting to fill the air.  She needed to have this girl now.  She
was going to give this little, possibly budding lesbian, what she wanted
and very much what Monica wanted too.

   Taking the girl to her side she kissed her while her left hand began to
caress the girl's flat chest, and her right hand went between the girl's
legs.  This was something that Barbara was not objecting to, she spread her
legs to give Monica better access to her tight little pussy.  She
whispered, "Are you going to lick my pussy and use your buzzy thing?"

   "Yeah you wanted that.  Give me a minute." Monica took her vibrator out
of her drawer of the nightstand.  She shifted so her face was between the
pre-teen's legs.  She kissed the inner thighs of the girl while reaching up
to toy with the baby nipples and little areolas.

   The kisses changed to licks and it wasn't long before the licks were
drawn to the center of Barbara's sexuality.  Monica's tongue was
everywhere, at once it seemed.  It was a few minutes into the tongue
lashing that she was giving the girl, that she brought in the vibrator.  At
first she had the vibe at the entrance to her pussy while Monica could
still lick and suck on the girl's clit.  She could see that the girl was
building to a climax.  She switched and licked at the open of the girl that
was putting out lots of delicious little girl nectar.  She moved the
vibrator up to the girl's clit and turned it on as high as it would go.  It
took only about a minute before the girl was quaking in orgasmic bliss. 
She put out a large quantity of little girl pussy juice, which Monica
lapped up like a cat laps up cream.

   She moved up in the bed to lay next to the girl.  "Did you like that?"

   "Oh yes, that was the best."

   "If it was so good would you do the same for me?"

   "You want me to lick your pussy?"

   "Yes!"

   "I don't know if I can do it right."

   "Oh you can do it right.  I will help you.  Besides didn't you say that
you wanted to touch that girl?  You can do that and more with me.  Barbie I
would like it very if you would do that for me.  I have to say you have me
so turned on.  I get so excited about having sex with you." With that she
grabbed the girl and gave her a big kiss then pushed her head down. 
Barbara got the idea and moved down between Monica's legs as she lay on her
back.

   Monica began Barbara's instruction: "Kiss around my inner thighs and run
you hand up and down them real lightly." As Barbara did what she was told
Monica grew more and more excited.  Not only was she getting some sexual
satisfaction from somebody besides herself, but it was a girl, a cute girl,
a very young cute girl.

   "OK kiss my pussy lips, the outer ones.  Keep your other hand on my legs
stroke them....That's it.  Now I want you to take and spread those lips and
start to lick the inner ones...Lick all around in there."

   "You're getting all wet there.  You're not peeing on me are you?"
Barbara asked.  "It doesn't smell like pee but it does smell funny."

   "No honey you get me so excited.  The wetness is so you can put your
fingers in there when the time comes.  The smell is because you turn me on
so much.  That's how girls smell when they are horny.  Do you like it?"

   "It's OK I guess."



   "Good back to work there dearest, lick inside me.  Stick your tongue in
as far as you can.  Don't worry the wetness isn't pee and it won't hurt you
if you swallow it."

   Barbara followed directions well, doing that to Monica was exciting for
the girl.  She had always wanted to touch other girls now she was not only
touching a girl but she was tasting one too.  She couldn't help but smell
Monica's arousal.  She decided that she liked it.  She also like the juice
flowing out of Monica's vagina.  She swallowed it eagerly.

   "OK now I want you to put two fingers together and push them into the
hole you see there.  Also I want you to move your mouth up and lick my
clitoris....  That's it!  Push them and pull them out fast and hard.  Move
your tongue back and forth, to the sides and in circles." Reaching with
both hands she took the girl's head in her hands and moved it about until
Barbara got the idea of how to move her mouth.

   "Now suck on my clit, my lover...  Yeah like that...  Keep doing it...
Put another finger with the other two and fuck me with them....Don't stop
sucking and licking my clit....  Keep going."

   Barbara stopped to look up into the eyes of her older lover, and asked,
"Am I doing it right?"

   "Yeah better than I ever imagined, but don't stop, keep going I'll tell
you when to stop." Barbara was getting the hang of munching pussy.  This
was something she really liked.  Just doing that to Monica was getting her
excited again.  Monica grabbed the girl's head forcing it into her crotch
more, saying, "Oh Barbie you sure are learning how to satisfy a girl."
Barbara would have smiled at that but she was too busy.  Monica's clit was
all swollen up, and now it was easier to get to, and more fun.  Barbara was
excited enough to take a fourth finger and shove it up Monica's pussy hole.
She pistoned them in and as fast as a race car's engine when the tach is
red lining.  It drove Monica to even higher heights.  She was going to come
soon and she could tell this was gonna be a big one.  Barbara continued to
lick and suck on the nob at the top of the teen's pussy.  In her enthusiasm
she accidentally bit down on the exposed clit.

   That was it.  It was all over for Monica: at that point her climax hit.
She had a deep purring in her throat that turned into a low growl.  Barbara
had never seen a girl cum for real, but she keep up her work, though she
was a bit frightened that she might have hurt her teen lover.  It seemed
that her cum lasted a long time, but it didn't.  But the thirty seconds
that Monica was racked with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss seemed to go
on for a long time.  Finally she could only lay back.  Barbara by instinct
removed her fingers and gently licked away licking up the pussy cream that
flowed from the depths of Monica.

   It took another couple of minutes to regain her composure after what
must have been one of the greatest cums of her life.  She reached down and
pushed Barbara's head away.  Then reached for her body to pull her up next
to her.  She then gave the girl the best kiss she could muster at the
moment.  She sent her tongue into the girl's mouth.  She could taste her
own pussy in the girl's mouth.  This gave her much satisfaction.

   But Barbara was still squirming.  Monica had the presence of mind to
realize that the girl needed another cum.  Monica began a quick down and
dirty rub of Barbara's pussy.  The pre-teen was now getting what she loved,
sex from the girl she most admired.  She was loving it.  Monica was rubbing
one finger in her pussy and her thumb on the girl's clit.  Barbara was
cumming again for the second time tonight.  She was moving her hips all
over the place.  Monica had a hard time doing the work she had at hand. 
Not meaning to but slipped her finger up into her pussy up against and
through the girl's hymen.  Monica realized where finger was, even if
Barbara didn't.  She drew back her finger before she did too much damage to
her little cherry.  Barbara was too caught in her orgasm to notice any
pain.

   When Barbara had come down from her climax.  Monica pulled her hand back
and licked the finger clean.  Barbara could see in the dim light of the
night light what she was doing and did the same with her fingers, still
able to get the taste of Monica's pussy on them.

   Both girls need sleep and they dropped off quickly.  Neither woke until
they heard Olivia crying.  Monica breastfeed her baby her boobs having
recharged in the night with more of her mother's milk.  While feeding the
baby she sent the pre-teen to the shower.

   With showers and breakfast done, Barbara asked, "What are we gonna do
today?"

   "Yard work.  We need to finish raking the rest of the leaves and clean
out some stuff for Mrs.  Warren."

   First thing first, Monica brought Olivia up to Mrs.  Warren so they
could work.  When they had the yard done, she went to see the old lady
again for instructions on what else the kindly grandmother wanted done.

   Barbara was there with Monica.  "You had a helper today.  That is very
nice of her."

   "Yes Mrs.  Warren, this is my friend Barbara, she was visiting me and
she was a great help."

   "Thank you for saying that Mrs.  Warren," said Barbara.  "Monica does
all the work, I just help."

   "Oh child don't call me Mrs.  Warren, call me Rose, Like I've told
Monica to do so many time." She smiled at the teen renting her basement.

   Rose showed them some of the things she wanted put out for the trash and
other things she was going to give to the Good Will.  "Monica honey, all
those boxes and things in the second bedroom downstairs, I want you to
bring up here.  The clothes go to Goodwill and the other things, mostly
broken stuff you can just put out for the trash man."

   As the girls set out to work, Barbara asked, "Am I really your friend?"

   Giving quick look around and seeing nobody, she pulled the little girl
to her and gave her a kiss on the lips.  "Yes you are my friend, and after
last night," she whispered "You are more than that." She then gave her a
smile and a hug.  They set about their work.  It took until almost dinner
time to get everything done.  They took showers before Monica went up to
collect her daughter.  Dinner was simple and easy they sat down to eat and
watch the local news, as was their custom.

   The TV anchorman said, "For our next story we'll take you down town to
our reporter Peter Hernandez."

   "Thank you Clete, I'm downtown near 5th and Central.  This is an area
frequented by prostitutes and their johns.  Mayor Jones promised to clean
up the downtown area, in hopes of stimulating more businesses moving here.
They wanted to get rid of some of the more unsavory types.  Police have
been doing stings and raids up and down this area tonight they have
arrested more than 20 alleged prostitutes, and their johns."

   In the background of the reporter could be seen several women in
handcuffs being led away by police officers.  When Barbara cried out,
"That's my mom!" Monica saw a large busted woman with the same color hair
as Barbara.  The girl turned to her hostess, and asked, "They arrested my
mom?"

   "It looks like they did if that was your mom."

   "What's a prostitute?  What he was saying."

   "Well honey, a prostitute has sex with people for money.  That's how she
gets paid."

   "What do you mean?"

   "You said you saw some men in her bedroom and they were both naked?"

   "Yeah?"

   "She was having sex with them, and the men paid her.  Just like you told
me that you went to that lady's house with your mom.  She wouldn't let you
in.  That's because she was having sex with your mom.  That's why she said
she got paid a lot of money for that job.  She had sex with that lady."

   "So mom does those things like we saw in the video with the men?  And
she does it with women too?"

   "Looks like."

   "Will she be home tonight?"

   "Probably not."

   "Where will she be?"

   "I would guess jail, perhaps for a while."

   Barbara's stomach had knotted up and she didn't feel like eating any
more.  The news was forgotten.  She went off and sat on the couch, in her
own little world.

   Monica figured this would be a good night for an early bed time.  She
finished feeding Olivia and sat her on the couch between her and Barbara
while she read to her daughter.  Not that the little girl could understand
but she could see the picture and listen to the rhyming words as she read
One Fish Two Fish.  Olivia would look at her mom or the book.  Barbara
didn't seem to hear and just sat in silence.  Monica even breastfeed Olivia
and Barbara didn't even look at Monica's breasts.

   After giving the baby a little time to get to sleep, Monica came and
took Barbara by the hand and led her to bed, saying "Come on little one,
things might look brighter in the morning." They stripped and got into bed.
Barbara's composure cracked and she began to cry.

   "What's gonna happen to my mommy?  What will happen to me?  What will I
do without her?" She said between tears.

   Monica pulled her close and wrapped her arms around her.  "It will be
all right.  Don't you worry."

   "But where will I go?" The pre-teen looked with tear filled eyes and a
deep sob in her voice broken up by her crying.

   "You'll stay right here with me.  Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

   Monica held her until the crying stopped and girl fell asleep, mentally
exhausted.  Monica hugged her tight and wondered what will happen to the
girl.  She would try and take care of her if she could.  But would they let
her?  She was only 17.  Sure she was emancipated and treated like an adult,
but would they let her take Barbara in?  Could she afford it?  Could she
deal with raising a little girl.  The thought came to her she already was,
with Olivia.  Can she do it with an older girl too?  But this was
different, this was a girl she has made love with, and enjoyed it.  Monica
wondered these things as she drifted off to sleep.

   Sunday Barbara was sullen and quiet, not her usual self.  Monica gave
her the next Harry Potter book, hoping it would distract her.  But she
didn't read it much.  It looked like it all of her mental energy just to
keep from crying.

   They ate an early dinner.  Barbara asked if she could go home tonight.
Monica said she would take her, but if her mom wasn't there, she was to
come back and stay at Monica's.  When they got there, it was obvious that
her mom hadn't been home.  Monica gathered up a few things she thought that
the girl would need for the next week.  Barbara left a note saying she
would be at Monica's.  The teen took the girl by the arm and led her back
home.

   Bedtime was the same, Barbara was able to keep from crying but she
cuddled up to Monica for the emotional security she needed, before being
able to get to sleep.  Morning was little better.  The bouncy girl who
liked to run around naked was gone.  Replaced with a quiet girl who ate and
dressed for school with all the exuberance one would have before going to a
funeral.  After school was no better.  The only change in the girl was that
she was sitting at the table doing her homework.  She greeted Monica and
Olivia when they came home.  But there was no naked girl bouncing around
happy to see them.  Monica could see that the girl was deeply troubled and
maybe she needed more than Monica could give her.

   While Barbara was off to school Monica placed a call to her social
worker, Mrs.  Harrison.  She explained a little of how she knew the girl
and what happened to her.  She made very sure not to let it slip they
shared a bed, let alone that they had become lovers.  Mrs.  Harrison said
she would look into it and see what she could do.  She said that Barbara
should stay with her, but Child Services might be involved and they would
see how things worked out.  But she said she would try and help Monica keep
the girl, if that is what she wanted.

   By Wednesday things weren't much better.  Barbara had stopped crying at
night.  But that was hardly an improvement.  The change in her was
noticeable by everyone.  Barbara came home with a note from her teacher. 
Since it was obvious that she couldn't give it to her mom, she gave it to
Monica.  It read:

   Dear Ms.  Monroe:

   I am writing to you because I am very concerned about Barbara.  Her work
has dropped off in both quality and quantity.  Her behavior is very

   different from last week, she seems depressed and distracted.  She takes
no part in classroom actives whereas last week she was very involved,

   and seemed to be very unhappy.

   Is there something going on at home to make her this way?  Is there
something we here at the school can help you or her with?

   Miss Mills

   Fourth grade teacher Cherry Street Elementary School

   Monica read the note without comment.  She was beside herself, she just
didn't know what to do.  She hadn't heard back from Mrs.  Harrison. 
Barbara's behavior was becoming obvious to people.  How long would it be
before people from Child Services showed up to pick her up?  Maybe Monica
was in over her head.  But she would try the best she could.

   Thursday about dinner time, the phone rang, Monica hoped it was Mrs. 
Harrison calling back, but after saying hello, a computer generated voice
announced, "This a collect call from," then a woman's voice spoke 'Ann
Monroe' then the computer was back, if you will accept press one.  If not
press two or hang up."

   Quick as she could she pressed the one button on her phone.  There was a
click and a voice said, "Is this Monica?"

   "Yes, Ann that's you?  Barbara has been worried sick about you."

   "Is she there?"

   "Yes, do you want to talk to her?" By that time Barbara was standing
next to Monica trying to hear her mother and reaching for the phone.

   "Yes, but in a minute, I need to talk to you first.  Has she been there
all week?"

   "Yes, she has..."

   Ann cut her off, "I tried calling home a couple of times.  But there was
no answer.  I am glad she is with you.  She hasn't been any trouble?"

   "She is very worried about you and misses you very much."

   "You see Monica, I'm in kind of a bad spot here, I would be grateful if
you could keep her there with you for at least a little while, can you?"

   "When do you think you'll be released?"

   "Do you know where I am?"

   "I assume in jail, is that right?"

   "Umm well yes.  I had a little trouble."

   "We were watching the news Saturday night and we saw the story about all
the arrests and Barbara saw you in handcuffs."

   "Oh so you both know."

   "I explained it to her, she understands now, and she is worried as to
when you will be home again."

   "Well see here's the thing, I've been picked up before, and with this
new mayor and city attorney, things aren't gonna be like before.  My lawyer
says I might be doing up to a year.  I would really hate for Barbara to end
up in the Child Services people.  It's horrible, I had to grow up in it.  I
would hate for her to experience it too.  I know it might be a lot to ask
of you, but could she stay with you?  I can have my lawyer get the papers
going to give you guardianship for her.  I know it's a lot to ask, but
since she has been friends with your daughter and with your work with her,
she is doing so much better.  I would hope that she can do better than me
in life."

   "Ann I would love to have her here and she is welcome to stay with me."
With those words Barbara looked up with a big smile at her benefactress. 
"But you see there's a problem.  I don't know that they will let me keep
her.  I'm only 17, I won't be 18 for three more months."

   "I thought you said you had a daughter and that Barbara was friends with
her," Ann asked with surprise in her voice.

   "I do and Barbara loves to play with her, but, Olivia, my daughter is 10
months old.  Barbara wasn't studying with her, it was me that was working
with her.  I kinda think of her as my little friend."

   "I guess you won't be able to keep her then." Ann said with obvious
disappointment in her voice.

   "I am emancipated from my parents and in eyes of the law I am treated
like an adult.  I already called and talked to the Social Worker lady that
helped me when my parents kicked me out.  She is looking into what she can
do for Barbara.  I know that if I can, she will help me keep her."

   "Oh that is good news then.  What's your Social Worker's name?  I'll
give it to my lawyer, maybe they can work out something.  If Barbie is
there let me talk to her." Monica told her the name before handing the girl
the phone.

   Barbara blurted out "Mommy I missed you are you OK?"

   "Yes I'm OK.  I missed you too.  Are you being good for Monica?"

   "Oh yes I try to be, When are you coming home?"

   "I won't be home for a while, I've got some trouble here."

   "I know Monica explained it to me, but you gotta come home."

   "Believe me honey I want to, but it won't be soon.  We're gonna see if
you can stay with Monica there.  But you have to be good for her.  I need
you to do somethings for me.  In the cabinets opposite the fridge you know
what I'm talking about."

   "Yeah mom." Barbara nodding her head to her unseen mother.

   "On the lower shelf, in the very back is an old coffee can with a
plastic lid.  You have to find it.  I've been saving money.  It is hidden
there.  I was saving it so I could take some classes to get a job and not
have to do this.  But I you want to get it before anyone knows that we are
not living there.  Because I won't be there to pay the rent we are going to
lose the apartment.  I want you to pack up all our things and take them to
Monica's if she has room for them.  If you are going to be living with her
have her take your bed and dresser.  You'll need them.  Have Ray from down
the street, you know him don't you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Have him take all the rest of the furniture and store it for me.  Tell
him I'm make it right for him if he does that for me."

   "OK hurry home, I love you mommy."

   "I love you too, you mind Monica and do what she tells you.  And go get
that money tonight if you can."

   "OK bye mom."

   "Bye Barbie.  I love you."

   The difference it the girl was like walking into a very dark room and
then turning on a bright light.  The change in her was overwhelming. 
Barbara dressed Olivia, while Monica went to borrow Mrs.  Warren's car. 
Barbara was able to find the money, a few hundred stashed away.  She was
going to keep it safe for her mom.  It was planned that they would come
back on Saturday to take the bedroom set for Barbara and all their personal
items.  Mrs.  Warren agreed to storing the things for her, she was thankful
that she had just cleaned things out in time to store more things she had
said with a chuckle.

   Once everything had been sorted out and moved Barbara came to Monica and
asked, "Since I have my own room and my bed do you want me to sleep in
there with you?"

   "Let me ask you this," the older teen asked, "did you like the things we
did together?"

   "Oh Monica it was wonderful, can we still do it?"

   "We may have to cool it for a while until we see how this works out, but
yes I want you for my little lover." With she gave the little girl a big
kiss on her little girl mouth.

   It took a couple of weeks to work out all the details but Monica was
given temporary guardianship.  With an extra mouth to feed, Monica got a
raise in her food stamps.  Mrs.  Warren agreed to watch Barbara and Olivia
while Monica was working.  She was so taken with how the teen was rising to
the challenge and wanted to something to help.  She cut Monica's rent by
$15 a month.  When Max heard about all this he gave her a raise of $.35, it
came out to almost an extra $15 a week.

   Barbara did her part by doing her homeowner and minding Monica without
complaints.  She pitched in with Olivia.  When she wasn't doing her
homework she played with Olivia, as the baby crawled all over the place. 
They had a great time laughing and playing together.  She was even a help
feeding her either a bottle or the baby food.  She was even willing to
change smelly diapers.

   Monica rewarded the girl by giving her many orgasms.  But they tried to
limit their love making to the weekends.  Barbara slept in her own room
week nights so could get her school work done.  But weekends she spent in
Monica's bed.

   She took the girl to visit her mother in jail, there they spent time
together.  Ann was able to take some classes.  She had the hope of getting
a decent job when she got out.

   Miss Mills learned of the situation and how Monica stepped in and was
taking up the slack.  She admired the teen for doing it, and so well.  In
talking to the the teen she thought perhaps Monica should became a teacher
instead of just a sandwich maker.

   Monica was now 18, she learned that Miss Mills was only 24.  She also
learned that she didn't have a boyfriend.  The grapevine had it that she
and her last girlfriend had broken up.  It was rumored that the girl was
just a year or so out of high school.  Monica wondered if Miss Mills would
like a younger girl, maybe like her She was tempted by the idea, of trying
to hook up with the young teacher.

   But then Monica thought about the fact she already had a younger
girlfriend.  She loved her and she wasn't about to lose her little lover,
Barbara, her little neighbor girl.

   As always thanks to my editor Nick Nason for all his help and work.

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