Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: ursismajor
Title: Girl Talk
Part: Chapter 4
Summary: Anna talks, listens - and is taught "The Game"
Keywords: MF, oral, mens





   Chapter 4 Girl Talk

   November 1990

   Life went on, very pleasantly, for the next couple of weeks.  Anna had
not lived in a "traditional" family and she loved it.  Almost immediately
she felt part of it and she revelled in the mundane events that make up
family life - the discussion of food and shopping, Jenny's regular
sleepiness after 9 PM, Peter's tiredness and sometimes irritability after
difficult work days, the not uncommon bickering between her aunt and her
husband.  All of it.  It was a very loving and caring household and she
felt loved and cared for in it.  She loved her father, deeply, but after
the first week or so she did not, she acknowledged guiltily, really miss
him.  She was too happy where she was.

   Close to each other at the beginning of her stay, Anna and Jenny
developed a relationship of part sisters, part friends.  Anna found herself
telling her aunt those girly things that are normally reserved for peers
and once, after another party at which the teenager had the experience of
allowing another person, her third, to push a finger in her (and yes, it
was Meg's property she was sampling), Anna was on the verge of telling some
of it to her aunt.  "Whoops", she thought, "NO!  She is nice but she's
still your aunt."

   With Peter her already good relationship also expanded.  There was a bit
of joking about with a slight sexual overtone and the girl found herself
doing so more if her aunt was not present.  She still felt guilty but told
herself it was nothing, nothing at all.

   Anna still satisfied herself in her bed, occasionally reaching her
climax to the indistinct sounds of things being done in the other bedroom.
She rarely heard Peter (unless she counted the pig-like grunt that
sometimes drifted through the walls) but her aunt was much more talkative,
and louder!  "Whatever he does to her," Anna mused, "she sure enjoys it."

   Sometimes her thoughts were unfocused as she masturbated but very often
it was Peter that Anna thought of as she came by and on her own hands.

   Because of their jobs, both adults were frequently required to travel,
generally overnight but sometimes for longer.  In early November, Peter had
to attend one of those corporate strategic planning weekends with all the
heavies from his Department (he termed it a "love-in") and he left for work
on the Friday morning to return on late Sunday night

   When Jenny came home about 6:30 on the Friday she found her niece in the
sunroom, surrounded by books and papers, studying for an impending
examination.  Although she was greeted in the usual affectionate manner,
she could tell Anna was unhappy and she guessed she had been crying.  Jenny
poured two glasses of white wine (over-riding the girl's insistence that
she had too much work to do) and virtually forced her to sit, relax and
chat.

   "A second glass or dinner?", she asked.

   "No, no, I really DO have to work tonight," her niece replied.

   "OK, but you don't get off that lightly.  You make the salad and I'll
start the pasta."



   After a relaxed dinner, with a second glass of wine, Anna was dispatched
to continue her studies while her aunt washed up and settled on the sofa to
read some work notes she had brought home.  At 10 she again took the bossy
parent role.  "Come on, Anna, off to bed.  You're too tired to work
effectively."

   "Oh Jenny, I can't", the girl wailed, "I've got so much work to do." And
then she burst into tears.  Her aunt took her in her arms, holding her, not
moving, just holding.  The teenager's distress increased and the tears
flowed as still Jenny held her until, gradually, they subsided to the
occasional sob.

   Jenny slowly drew them both to their feet.  "Go on," she said, "off to
bed and I'll pretend you're a little girl and come and tuck you in.  I'll
set the alarm and wake you early."

   Jenny allowed about 15 minutes before she gently tapped on her niece's
door and, hearing no response, quietly opened it.  Anna was fast asleep.



   True to her word, Jenny set the alarm for 6 AM (no small thing for a
woman who hated getting up early, particularly on a weekend) and when its
horridly insistent summons finally forced her to surface she briefly
reflected that this surrogate mother game was not all a bed of roses.  She
sat briefly on the toilet, wondering if she could just go back to bed for
long enough to bring herself off, decided not, then, dressed in a loose
robe, tapped on her niece's door and went in.  Anna was stirring, her blond
hair spread on the pillow, her face marked where she had been lying on her
side.

   The girl awoke easily and scampered off to the bathroom while her aunt
switched on the espresso and ground coffee.

   And so the morning went.  Anna, still in pale blue silk pyjamas (a
present from her aunt) studied, drank coffee, studied, ate toast - and
studied - in the sunroom while her aunt, after a similar breakfast, ignored
the dishes, collected the morning papers and, still in her robe, sat on the
veranda, working her way through them.

   After a couple of hours Jenny showered and dressed and was tidying the
apartment when Anna came in and said: "Jenny, I feel embarrassed to ask,
but do you have any tampons?  I forgot to buy any, and......well.....".

   Ah, Jenny thought, exams AND periods - no wonder she was a bit touchy
last night.  "Of course, dear.  Don't be embarrassed.  In my bathroom. 
But, maybe they won't be right for you because, you know, I'm older and
maybe a bit, mmm, different, mmm, you know.  Well anyway, I'm about to go
out shopping so tell which ones you normally use and I'll buy some."

   As she was about to leave the house, Anna, on the way to the shower,
came into the room, gave her aunt the details of the required tampons, and
said: " Yours are, you know, mmmm OK but I think we are a bit different in,
mmm, you know."
On the drive to the shopping mall, Jenny mused about their conversation
and the rather silly coyness both had exhibited on the subject of their
anatomical differences.  "God, given the things I've had up me over the

years I'll bet we're different," she thought.

   She parked in the coolness of the underground car park, suddenly
thinking of her husband.  She knew from personal experience that Peter had
no reservations about menstrual sex and they made love, one way or another,
whenever they felt like it, periods or not.  She remembered that once, as
her husband licked her clit and gently pushed the string dangling from her
cunt into her bum, she asked if he had ever licked a woman who had her
period but was not using a tampon.

   Peter changed his position so that his mouth was no longer on her clit
but against her ear and, still playing with the string between her thighs,
whispered: "No, but what I have done is....." And he told her, in great
detail, just what he had done to a previous lover.  Jenny remembered how
excited she had become and soon she had gasped: "Oh, do it to me, do it
now."
And he did, just as he described it.  He laid her on her back on the bed
(with his other lover he had done it on a sofa), positioned a pillow under
her bottom and knelt on the floor, his face between her legs.  Then he
began to lick and tease the string with his mouth.  And then.....  then he

began to pull.

   "God,' thought Jenny, "I've got to stop this.  I'm soaking my panties.
Oh boy, wait till he gets home tomorrow!"

   Saturday afternoon was a period of study for Anna and housework and
general "pottering" for Jenny and late in the lovely sunny, warm day Anna
took a break from her school work and joined Jenny on the balcony.  The
girl was quite relaxed, a real contrast to the previous day, and seemed
confident of her abilities to cope with her academic tests looming.  "As
she should," thought her Aunt, "given her scholastic performance to date."

   As the sun began to set their conversation moved from pleasant
generalities to the not unusual girl-to-girl talk of friends.

   "Any parties coming up?", Jenny asked.

   "No, not with the exams and all.  But after that there'll be plenty. 
Everyone goes a bit mad, then"

   "I'm going to have a glass of wine to celebrate the end of a lovely
day," Jenny said.  "Can I tempt you?"

   "I shouldn't," was the reply.

   "Come on.  Let me lead my favourite niece astray."

   "You're only niece," the girl reminded her.

   "Yes, but if I had others you'd still be my favourite," the woman
replied.

   "So tell me about these parties you go to," Jenny said when she returned
with two glasses of white wine.  "Who goes, what do you do, all that sort
of thing."

   Anna found that in Jenny's company (and certainly in Peter's), she
tended to act and respond in a more adult fashion than if she had been with
someone of her own age so instead of giggling or offering some girly reply,
she answered directly.  "Well, there's always parties I could go to, at
least one every Saturday night, but with school and seeing Dad (and now you
guys) I don't go to many.  The ones I do go to are just my circle at school
- not that they are all good friends; some of them can be real cows."

   "And boys?"

   "Well, Alex generally invites her brother, May and Frances have sort-of
boy friends, Meg has a steady and Helen and I just sort of turn up. 
Sometimes we'll ask someone or sometimes one of the other girls asks along
an extra boy but it's all pretty tame - we all know each other so well."

   "And do you dance, play loud music, smoke pot, get pissed?  What
happens?"

   Anna looked at her aunt for a moment before she replied having made the
decision that this was someone she could talk to openly.

   "There's always wine or beer or something but not a lot and no one gets
pissed.  There's always parents about somewhere.  Pot - well, once or twice
there's been a bit but not usually."

   "And have you smoked it?", Jenny asked, being careful to look at the
setting sun, not directly at the girl.

   Anna hesitated then said: "Yes, a couple of times.  I don't really like
it."

   "And so.  You drink a little, smoke sometimes - and do what?  You see,
the interrogation continues." Switching to a stagy German accent she went
on: "We have ways of making you talk, you know?"
They both laughed before Anna said: "Well there's a lot of dancing at
first but later everything quietens down and we play music, talk - and I
don't really know.  My group's not ragers.  We're considered pretty boring

by some of the real party animals at school."

   They sat for a while, enjoying the gathering evening.

   "You said two of you friends have `sort-of' boyfriends'.  What does that
mean?"

   "Yeh, May and Frances have these guys that they go out with when there's
something on but don't see, you know, regularly."

   "And the other one, Meg?  She has a `steady'.  What does that mean?"

   "Oh, they see each other every day, every weekend.  You know, steady."

   "So, he screws her?"

   Anna giggled.  "I guess so."

   "Don't you know?"

   "Well, yes he does.  She never says so but, you know, I've sort of seen
them together."

   "What, screwing?"

   "No but....You know....  Enough to know."

   "And of all the boys, he' s the one you fancy, right?"

   Anna felt herself blushing and was glad that sitting next to her aunt in
the failing light her reaction would go unnoticed.

   "Oh, not really.  Well, you know.."

   Jenny laughed.  "Anna, you're mumbling.  Yes, I know exactly.  You fancy
Meg's boyfriend, right?"

   The girl giggled, suddenly 15 again.  "Yes, I guess so."

   They sat silent for a while then Jenny suggested Anna do another hour or
so study while she thought about dinner.  "How about a soufflé?", she said.

   "Yummmmm!!!!".

   When they sat to dinner and hour or so later Jenny asked if the girl
intended to study that night or take the evening off.

   "I should study, but...I'd like my "favourite" aunt to lead me astray -
I'll get up early tomorrow", Anna said.

   "Prepared to be led astray, my dear.  Let's have some wine."



   After dinner and by mutual disinterest they concluded that television
was not on the agenda so they sat and talked.  Even though Anna was
accustomed to drinking wine, she had had more than usual and was slightly
affected by it.  Jenny noted the symptoms and suggested that her niece
"take it easy." The girl loved the fact that her aunt had not directed her
to stop drinking but rather left the decision to her.  But she stopped
anyway.

   After a time, Jenny decided she had had enough of the constraints of
jeans and came from her room wearing panties and an oversized T-shirt (one
of Peter's).  Anna thought that "being more comfortable" was a good idea
and said she might also go and change.

   As she left the room, Jenny called after her: "If you want a big T-shirt
of Peter's there's plenty in the second draw on his side."

   When the girl returned she too was in panties and sloppy top. 
"Twinnies," she laughed, striking a modelling pose at the door.  As she
moved towards her usual chair Jenny said: "Don't sit way over there.  Come
and sit by me on the lounge.  I'm missing Peter and I need a cuddle."

   It was, however, the woman who did most of the cuddling and soon Anna
was lying with her head on her aunt's lap while Jenny absent-mindedly
stroked her brow.  Anna felt she had never felt so close to another girl,
other anyone in fact, her father included, and for her part Jenny was
enjoying the relationship as she had not done for years.

   "Now," Jenny said, "some more questions.  I vill extract ze information
and if it iz necessary I vill ply you with ze alcohol."

   "Oh goodness.  Please have mercy on me," Anna hammed straight-faced.

   "No, no mercy!  You vill pour us both some more vine and you vill answer
my questions!"

   When the teenager returned with the two glasses she found her aunt
sitting cross-legged on the sofa so the girl handed her a glass and
mirrored her aunt's position at the other end.  As she sat she pulled the
T-shirt down between her thighs although Jenny had made no such move and
Anna could look straight between her thighs to the black nylon crotch of
her underpants.  Seeing the girl's gesture, Jenny said: "Don't worry unless
you want to - there's only us girls here."

   "That's right," she replied, "only us" and feeling rather naughty pulled
her top away so the older woman had a similarly unobstructed view of her
pink panties.

   "I bet Peter would kill to be in my position," Jenny said.

   "Jenny!!  He wouldn't" but she blushed as she said it, wishing she could
now cover herself as before but feeling it would be childish to do so.

   "Yes he would.  You try `accidentally' flashing him up your skirt and I
guarantee you'll get a reaction."

   "Oh Jenny, your embarrassing me!"

   "I can't help it.  It's men.  They're like that.  Don't tell me the boys
of today have changed THAT much."

   Anna began to giggle and soon, infectious as these things are, she and
Jenny were both laughing.

   "If you flash him," Jenny chortled, "I'll reap the benefits!  He won't
be able to get me into bed fast enough!"

   "Oh Jen, stop it," Anna giggled, tears running down her face.

   "Yes, but don't do it while your wearing your school uniform", Jenny
roared.  "He's over 40 and I don't want him to have a heart attack!"

   "Oh Jenny, stop it or I'll..."

   "Wet yourself?  Why not.  I think I have!"

   It took them some time to get over the bout of what was pretty childish
giggling - but it was fun and both enjoyed the intimacy.

   When they had calmed down and were quietly sipping their wine, Jenny
noticed that there was indeed a small patch of pink fabric between her
niece's legs that was a slightly deeper in colour.  "She HAS wet herself,"
she mused.  "If I tell Peter about this he'll REALLY root me silly".

   "Now tell me," the older woman finally said, "what do you plan to do
about, what's his name, your friend's boyfriend?"

   "Michael?  Oh, nothing".

   "I think you're fibbing!"

   "Well what about you," the girl said, going onto the attack.  "Were you
ever in this position?  What did you do about it?'

   Jenny hesitated, then replied: "I've been there a few times over the
years, the first time at about your age.  What did I do?  Well, you should
know I was not the paragon of virtue you are - or appear to be.  What I did
about it was to let him do something about it."

   "What do you mean?," Anna asked, wondering at her aunt's comments about
her paragon status.

   "Well now, all jokes aside, I'm not sure I should go on.  I really don't
want to shock you - or corrupt you!"

   "Oh God, Jen, you can't stop now!  As you said, there's only us girls
here.  TELL ME!"

   "Well, while I think about it let me tell you about a game Peter taught
me.  It's all about complete truth, no matter what the question.  You can
always decline to answer but if you do answer, it must be the truth.  I'm
not sure I should go on, but......  If you really want me to talk freely
you'll have to agree on those rules - applied to BOTH of us!"

   "OK," her niece replied, too excited to think it through, "whatever."

   "No, it's got to be taken seriously," Jenny said.  "Don't just dismiss
it.  You may find it difficult or embarrassing you know."

   "OK, but I can decline, can't I?"

   "Oh yes, that you may.  OK.  What do you want to know?"

   "You said you were about my age and you said something like `I let him
do something', didn't you?  What happened!!"

   "I thought I'd just tease him a bit so on a couple of occasions I wore a
fullish skirt and, well, sat a little awkwardly."

   "What the hell does that mean?" Anna almost shouted.

   "Well, I sat opposite him one night in a deep chair and....well, so he
could look up my skirt."

   "You flashed him!"

   "No, I DIDN'T `flash him' as you put it.  Not a quick peek.  Not quick
at all.  For a long time.  Showing more as I went along.  It was summer so
just panties.  No stockings or anything."

   "What did he do?"

   "What do you think he did?  Are you a bit slow?  He LOOKED, that's what
he did!  He thought I didn't know what he was doing and he was careful that
I didn't catch him - and especially that his girlfriend didn't catch him.
Then, the next week I did the same and it was easier because after the
first time he was looking for an excuse to sit opposite me."

   "And then!"

   "I sat in a really deep armchair and he, casually, moved his chair to be
opposite me.  I remember I fiddled around a bit, giving him a bit of thigh
and then a little of my panties.  No one else could see what was happening,
they were all off dancing or drinking or whatever and I tried to catch him
peeking but he was pretty good at covering his tracks so I had to take more
direct action."

   "MORE direct!  Go on," her niece said rather breathlessly.

   "I knew we didn't have long so I said `John', I think that was his name,
and slowly opened my legs wide.  I asked him something like `is that
better'.  I even pulled up my skirt a bit so he had a really good view. 
Bye the way, I'm pretty sure they were pink that night, just like yours are
tonight."

   Her niece self-consciously lowered her legs so Jenny could not see as
much as she had been, and said: "Then what?  What happened then?"

   "I pulled down my skirt, stood up, smiled at him and walked away.  I
didn't let him anywhere near me for the rest of the night."

   "That's it?  Nothing more?"

   "Oh, well, I wasn't really with anybody and he and his girlfriend
offered me a lift home that night and, being the perfect gentleman he
walked me from the car up to my front door.  It was pretty dark and I
wasn't a bit surprised when he grabbed me and, well..."

   "WELL WHAT," Anna gasped.

   "Well, ran his hand up my skirt."

   "What did you do?" the teenager asked.

   "As I recall, I made it easier for him."

   "You did what?  How?"

   "Anna!  Use your imagination!

   "You promised to tell!"

   "OK, I made it easier for him ......  by opening my legs a little"

   "What did he do?"

   "Anna, you can't be serious.  He ...  `touched' me."

   "Through your underpants?"

   "Yes, then inside my panties."

   "Did he...you know?"

   "Go in?  Yes, he put a finger in me, just for a second because his
girlfriend was waiting.  Then he asked if he could call me and I said OK."

   "And did he?"

   "Oh yes.  At his suggestion, I met him in town after school one day,
and..."

   "AND?"

   "No, that's QUITE enough for tonight, young lady.  I'm embarrassed I've
said so much."

   Anna tried to protest but her aunt was adamant.  No more detail at all.

   About half an hour later they made their way to their beds and, as they
parted in the hallway, Jenny kissed her niece on the head and as she turned
away said: "I like your pink panties.  You must wear them for Peter
sometime."

   "Jenny!!!!"

   Later, as Jenny lay in her bed, a vibrator sliding in and out of her
cunt, around her clit, down to her arse, and again deeply into her wet
vagina, she thought: "I wonder how many fingers she has in herself tonight.
Maybe I should loan her a toy or two."

   The answer was none.  Anna could only fit one - yet - and the tampon got
in the way.