The Summer of Ultimate Temptation, Chapter 1

by Jasmine

A woman who was hoping to escape her past, may not be escaping it at all.

I was having another nightmare about that first night on the run, that night when I got away and I lost my shoes and I ran barefoot through the grass in the rainstorm like a wild thing. Fall of 1973 was the time. I was in my mid-twenties, an in-mate at a mental health facility, sentenced there for taking liberties with a little girl. That’s right, me… a pretty young woman. But we busted out one night, this other woman and me and she got caught and I didn’t and somehow… anyway, I was having that nightmare about the running, running so wild, afraid that any wrong step I might fall down…

“Angie?” a little voice spoke softly to me, and I opened my eyes. It was Kathy, the nine-year-old, sitting on the edge of my bed. Her fingertips were softly touching my brow. I looked up her and allowed one hand to reach from under my pillow to feel the smoothness of her thigh. It was the beginning of summer; she was tanned, brown hair already sun-streaked, with a face as pretty as any I have ever seen.

“Good morning,” I said, and I reached up to hug her. Just then, her mother Jennifer passed by the door in her nightgown with a cup of coffee and a cigarette and frowned.

“Kathy, what did I tell you about waking Angie on the weekend? It’s Sunday.”

“She was having a bad dream so I woke her up. I heard it through the door.”

“It’s true, Jenny,” I said, giving Kathy an innocent hug.

“You have a lot of bad dreams, don’t you?” Jenny asked me.

“I suppose.”

“Join me for coffee or do you want more sleep?”

I elected to join her for coffee, though what I really wanted to do was snuggle with Kathy and her little sister Nikki, the soon to be seven-year-old, in their short little nightgowns. It was nice to watch them eat their cereal together as they sat on the couch in the other room, watching cartoons on the television, right in my line of sight, as all the while I kept conversation with their mother. Nikki had blonde hair and blue eyes and was a bit more fair-skinned of the two sisters, but they were both beautiful, and living under the same roof with them was wonderful as well as tempting.

Let me tell you how that happened. First of all, how does a girl like me, wanted for a crime, escaped from a mental institution get from one place to another? Well, if she’s pretty, like me, she offers her body to men, and that was what I had to do. And men were suckers for what I wanted. They bought me clothing. I even managed a fake ID once I got to North Carolina, which is where I decided to plant myself. The problem was I had no work record under the name Angie Griffin. So I worked at fast food for a short time, applying at other places, explaining I had never had a regular job because I had been married. Finally, I got an interview with Jenny. She managed the bookstore and needed someone to start right away.

It was clear to me right away that she was very bitter about her divorce and at that point I was living with a guy just because I couldn’t quite make it on my own. I thought I might tap into her bitterness and get a place to stay if I played it right. Maybe I could even make it seem like her idea.

Well, I showed up crying one day and she took to it immediately. I was to move in as soon as possible. And what else do you think? She had two beautiful young daughters, and if I wouldn’t mind, maybe I could make a little extra money watching them from time to time. Quite the whirlwind of events, wouldn’t you say?

“Angie,” Jennifer, “I have something I want to discuss with you.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you’ve been working at the store about six months and living with us for about five, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, your work at the store is going very well, don’t think it hasn’t.”

“Why?”

“Well, the girls really love you and I thought that instead of paying someone to watch them this summer, I would just cut your hours at the store and have you watch them. It would mean a lot. I mean, I would have to pay someone else a lot more, but since I’m giving you room and board and-“

“Jenny,” I said, “there’s nothing I would enjoy more.”

“Are you sure?” Jenny said. “They can be a handful. And I’m telling you that they have a lot of friends. You’re bound to have a whole tribe on your hands some days.”

Hallelujah. And so the decision was made, on a Sunday, three days before the end of school, and I finished my coffee and smiled as Jenny told the girls what was going to happen. They each came to me with hugs and kisses and I held each of them close, telling them, “You’re welcome.”

“Now,” Jenny said, “I think today we should go on a picnic to celebrate.”

Kathy and Nikki both lit up with smiles. I was thinking three days ahead. The picnic was no thrill, except perhaps to see them move about in their shorts or dresses or whatever they chose or their mother chose for them to wear. I smiled and nodded my approval anyway.

“Girls, go take your showers,” Jenny said, and they did, and then Jenny did something she had never done before. She came to me and hugged me. When she backed away, there were tears in her eyes. “I don’t have a sister or a close female cousin. I trust you like a sister. I just want you to know that.”

“Thank you.”

“Can you pick out something for the girls to wear? They always grab the first thing they find. I’m going to make sandwiches and pack the basket. Then you and I can shower.”

I went past the bathroom, hearing the water running, hearing the girls talking as they showered together, and I entered their room. I picked out some short outfits. Nothing too fancy but nothing ragged either.

I heard the shower turn off and stood waiting, feeling like I was welcome there now, that I was trusted. Inside me, the desire was burning, and I could not wait for the bathroom door to open and for them to come across, to show me their own trust by dropping their towels and showing me their little naked bodies.

When they came out, they did not seem shocked by my presence in their room. It was all in my mind, or so it would seem, that a pair of little girls would be modest at all in front of a woman the nearly the same age as their mother.

“I-I was picking out clothes for you. Your mom wanted me to-“

Kathy dropped her towel and I cut off in mid-sentence. Nikki dropped hers and all I could do I was look at them and try to hide the obvious flush that came over my face. I had to squeeze my legs together as I admired their beautiful bodies. I so wanted to reach out and touch them, caress their smooth bodies, nibble on their shapely, lick their bare pussies. Kathy had the most perfect round butt. I watched them put on their panties, wishing they could have left them off for a few more minutes, but I was very happy when Nikki approached me with a hairbrush and asked me to brush her hair.

She sat on my lap, just like that, in her little panties with her one leg up and her bare back in front of me, and I smelled her and enjoyed her closeness.

“Kathy is always too rough.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Are so.”

“It doesn’t matter, girls. It’s okay. I love brushing hair. Kathy, you want me to brush yours?”

“Um… OK.”

When I was done with Nikki, Kathy planted her round butt on my lap, already wearing her shorts but topless as yet. I brushed her beautiful hair, feeling her warmth upon me as I watched Nikki put on her shorts and her top.

“That feels good,” Kathy says. “You are better than me.”

“You’ll get better at it,” I said.

“Maybe you can teach me.”

“Sure. Well, I should go get ready, sweetheart.”

I gave Kathy a hug and she got off my lap and I went directly to the bathroom, closed and locked the door with a fumbling hand, shaking, opened my robe, stripped down, stepped into the shower and turned it on.

The water poured over me. The tingling in my clit was more than I could stand. I had to do something about it. Seeing the girls naked, completely naked for the first time, had made the fires begin to burn, and I not only saw them standing there in the bedroom as I rubbed myself there in the shower, but I saw that girl I had been put away for. I wanted Kathy and Nikki. And friends? How many? All shapes and sizes? One could only hope. I rubbed myself feverishly there in the shower, gasping and moaning, trying hard not to be heard as I dropped to my knees. I came very hard, squeezing my legs together, letting it out, unable to help myself.

I caught my breath. I waited for my legs to stop shaking and I stood up. I wanted to touch myself more but I did not have the time. I had to get ready. There would be time for that later.

Things were happening fast in my mind, and I was scared. I knew how it was to get caught. I didn’t want to get caught again. Rubbing myself in the shower, my fantasies had included touching girls I didn’t even know yet, girls I had tried to picture in my mind. Maybe I was truly crazy. One girl was enough, right? But I wanted more.

The picnic was fun. The girls made it that way. And when we came back from the picnic, the girls changed into their bathing suits. I excused myself from watching this time; I went to my own room and changed into a bathing suit of my own. We went down to the community pool where all the neighborhood families hung out. I had never been there. I had been given the opportunity to pass up this outing to the pool, but Kathy had told me some of her friends might be there. And they were.

Just like I said before, all shapes and sizes, all of them pretty, dark and fair… I wondered which ones I would be seeing at the house. I hoped many of them. And I fought with myself. Do I really want them all? Do I really want them all when all it takes is one to give you nightmares of running wild through rainstorms barefoot?

I want a little girl lay before me, her legs spread and twitching, her belly trembling, arching her back off the bed as I lick her inflamed clit. Because that was how it happened you know! She may have been older, eleven years old, but she was a little girl, and she did enjoy it, and you can’t tell me otherwise. And her mother came home from her date, heard her daughter’s orgasmic cries, and came to investigate.

I watched the girls in the pool, I swam a little, sunned myself a bit, and the four of us returned home and ate a light dinner. The girls dressed in their short nightgowns that evening and I sat with them and snuggled and my hands caressed and squeezed and wandered, but behaved. I tucked them in with kisses and hugs, told Jenny I was retiring with a book, and went to my room. Face down so I could muffle my cries with a pillow, I thought of them again, their perfect little bodies, their smooth pussies.

I rubbed my clit and came until my pussy ached. I rolled onto my side and cleared my head and tried to sleep. Was there any way I could tell Jenny NO at this point?