More Than Just Friends, Chapter Nine

by Jeneee

(If you haven’t read the first eight chapters you won’t know what’s going on, so I suggest you to check them out first. Thanks to all of you who have already let me know how much you have enjoyed the story so far. It is very motivating for me and I hope you continue to like the way it develops in this chapter. More often that not, when I start a chapter I never know how it’s going to end. This one is a case in point.)

“Put your seat belt on sweetie,” I reminded Pam, as I started the engine. “Have to keep you safe you know,” I smiled. I watched as she twisted around and pulled on the belt, tightening it across her chest and slipping the buckle into the catch. In doing so the hem of her dress crept up higher on her slim thighs almost reaching her hips. I couldn’t avoid glancing at her legs as I buckled my own belt, and she noticed me looking and giggled.

“I’m not trying to show off, Jen. It’s just that my dress is kinda short, especially when I sit down. At least I’m wearing panties today,” she added with a grin.

“You have such beautiful legs, Pam, it is hard not to look.”

She looked over at me with my shorts tucked snuggly between my thighs and remarked, “Your legs are beautiful too, Jen.”

I felt myself almost blushing as I backed the car out of the driveway. “Why thank you sweetie. I work out a lot to try to stay in shape.”

After receiving directions from her as to the location of her aunt’s house I started to pry a little more into her relationship with her sister. “Tell me a little more about Becky, Pam. How old was she when she started dancing at your parents’ club.”

“Just after she turned thirteen, about a year and a half ago.”

“Is that when you started sleeping there?” I asked.

“About then. It was really just after the club opened. I had just turned seven. I guess mom and dad wanted to make it a fulltime business and had to spend all their evenings there but didn’t want to leave us with a babysitter. It was fun at first but we were always tired in the mornings when we had to go to school. Becky was so pretty and some of the people there asked my parents to let her dance a bit for fun. Mom didn’t want her to, but daddy decided to let her if she wanted, and Becky thought it would be so cool. The first time she did it I was peeking through the curtains watching her. I couldn’t believe it when she started taking her clothes off as people started cheering her on. I knew the older dancers did that but I didn’t expect her to. I stopped watching then, once she was naked. I didn’t know what to think.”

She paused, and I looked over at her wondering what to say next, or if I should continue.

After a few moments I asked, “So how did she start showing you all about sex, Pam?”

“One night when she had finished dancing she came to bed and I woke up. She snuggled up to me and suddenly told me she was horny. Dancing that night had made her horny, she said. When I asked her what she meant she just took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. It was really wet and slippery and she told me that’s what happens when a girl gets horny. She told me to rub her there and moved my hand to show me how. Before long she was moaning like it hurt so I stopped, but she said to keep going, that I was doing great. Then she came. That’s what she called it, anyway. And she hugged me and then kissed me on my lips. I guess I kinda felt proud that I’d made her feel good.”

“Yeah, I guess you did,” I smiled.

“After that she showed me lots of things over the next few weeks. Turns out that one of the other dancers was telling her all sorts of stuff about what girls can do to each other to make themselves feel good, and she just sort of practiced on me. I came to like it more and more and then looked forward to her finishing her dancing and coming to bed.

“But I still felt weird at school, felt I was different from the other girls in my class. And you’ve seen my pussy, right? It’s kinda, well, bigger than Emily’s and other girls’ too I guess, and whenever I wore shorts to school you could pretty well see the outline of my cunt. That’s what Becky called it anyway. My clothes were always a little too small and tight for me ‘cause mom never bought me new ones until I really outgrew the old ones. So after being teased a lot I started wearing just dresses, like now.”

“Does your aunt know anything about you and your sister, sweetie?” I asked.

“No, but she knew Becky was dancing ‘cause mom told her. My aunt was really mad and blames my dad for everything. Said my mom is too weak to stand up for herself. I don’t know what to think any more, except that I really miss them, and Becky.” And then the waterworks started again.

“Awww, sweetie, I know you do,” I told her, feeling bad again for prying. I leaned over a bit and stroked her soft thigh telling her not to worry and that we would help in any way we could. She wiped her eyes and tried to smile.

“I know you will, Jen. Thanks. My aunt’s really not all that bad. I know she loves me in her own way but I guess having me there interferes with her life and she gets bitchy about it. Oh, we’re nearly there, just around the corner. See that house with the white siding and green roof? That’s it. You can pull into the driveway if you like.”

I parked and we walked up to the front door with me wondering what I was getting into. Pam walked in without knocking and yelled, “Auntie, I’m home. Where are you?”

“In the den. Come on down, dear,” came the reply. Pam grabbed my hand and pulled me along the hallway and down a few steps into a spacious room lined with bright windows. Two easels stood side by side along one wall. Beside one of them, paint brush in hand, stood a tall, slim graceful looking woman dressed in blue slacks and a grey smock. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun emphasizing the sharply defined features of her face. I was taken aback for a moment. She was quite beautiful.

“Auntie, this is Mrs. Samuel, Emily’s mom – the girl I told you about from my school. She drove me home.”

Pam’s aunt wiped her hands on a cloth and reached one out to take mine. “Great to meet you Mrs. Samuel. I’m Maggie. And thanks for looking after Pam for me.”

“Nice to meet you too, Maggie, and you can call me Jen,” I smiled, still clasping her hand. “It was our pleasure. Pam is such a sweet girl and my daughter and she have become close friends in just one day. They get along so well together.”

Maggie finally dropped my hand and hugged Pam to her. “Yes, she is a good girl and it’s a shame that things happened the way they did. I suppose she’s filled you in on the nasty details?”

“Well, she told us a little. I understand her parents have been arrested and you are looking after her until things get, well, straightened away. And also that her elder sister is missing.”

“Yes, that’s right. My sister’s lost her mind if you ask me, but they got what was coming to them. I don’t know when the trial will be but I took temporary custody of Pam to save her from a foster home. As for Becky, she’s probably roaming the streets somewhere, poor child. She seems to think she can look after herself, according to what she told Pam, but I hope she stays out of trouble. I can’t believe her mom allowed her to strip for all those perverts at their club. Her dad’s an asshole, and I’m sure he’s molested her somewhere along the way. And Pam says Becky told her she was next. Don’t get me wrong, now. I’m no prude. But they went way beyond the limits if you ask me. Pam, you’d better go change into some clean clothes, hon. That dress has seen better days. Now run along.”

“Yes, auntie,” Pam replied. “I’ll be right back,” she added, looking at me with a smile.

“So, Maggie, Pam says you have a busy schedule with all your showings and teaching. She seems to feel she is in your way sometimes.” I got right to the point.

Maggie sighed. “Yes, I am really busy, and I’m just finishing up a couple of works for a big showing next week. And she’s right, I haven’t been able to pay much attention to her I guess. I’m not used to having a young girl around, and my partner is annoyed enough that I don’t pay as much attention to her as she would like either. If you can believe it, I think she is jealous of Pam. I suppose Pam told you I’m a lesbian?” she added, raising her eyes to me.

“Yes, she did,” I replied.

“Does that bother you Jen?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I’m divorced and very bisexual, and have a girlfriend who pretty well lives with me now.” I walked over to look more closely at one of the paintings she was working on.

“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise, you being bi,” she remarked, moving a little closer. “You really are beautiful, you know,” she added, touching my arm. “You like the painting?”

“Yes, it’s so bright and colorful,” I replied, gazing into her eyes. “You are quite talented.”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “That’s what my girlfriend tells me, and she doesn’t mean just with my painting.”

My god, I thought to myself, is she flirting with me? I don’t need another complication in my life right now.

Luckily, at that moment Pam returned dressed in loose white shorts and a blue tube top. “Have you asked my aunt about…you know?” Pam said tentatively.

Maggie turned to me, questioningly. “Asked me what?” she wanted to know.

“Well, we were wondering, since you are so busy for the next few days, what with your show and all that, whether you’d mind if Pam stayed with us to get her out of your hair.”

“Are you sure it would be no bother, Jen? I feel like it’s an imposition on our friendship.”

Wow, I thought to myself, now we have a friendship? We’ve only just met. I couldn’t help thinking that her girlfriend would have even more reason to be jealous if a friendship developed. I must have seemed hesitant because she asked again if I was sure Pam wouldn’t be in the way.

“It would be our pleasure, Maggie. Pam fits right in with us, and my daughter commanded me to bring her home when we left.” I could see Pam’s face starting to light up as it was becoming apparent that her aunt was going to agree.

“Please, auntie,” she pleaded. “I won’t be any bother to them.” Maggie slowly nodded her okay.

“Woohoo,” Pam screeched, “I’d better go pack some clothes. Be right back.” And she ran from the room.

Maggie walked over to me and hugged me. “Thanks,” she breathed into my ear. “I really appreciate it. And if there’s any way I can repay you, let me know.” And to my surprise she gave me a quick, soft kiss on my lips, pulled away a little, and ran her palms slowly down over the outside of my blouse, squeezing my breasts. “Know what I mean?” she added, winking. “Mmm, no bra, just the way I like them,” and she slipped a hand inside my shirt, caressing one of my hardening nipples.

I didn’t know what to do. I was so astounded at her forwardness. “What would your girlfriend think?” was all I could manage.

“She wouldn’t even have to know,” Maggie replied, sliding her other hand slowly over my belly down toward my pussy. “Mmm, I think someone is getting turned on,” she added, feeling the heat beneath her hand, squeezing my mound. And she was right. I could feel my pussy juicing in my panties from her touch as I moaned softly and closed my eyes. “I think I want to fuck you sometime, Jen,” she whispered into my ear. “You really make me hot.”

It was hard to resist her advances but I finally managed to pull away, reminding her that Pam would be back any second. She reluctantly agreed but not before grasping my hand and pressing it between her legs. “This is waiting for you whenever you feel like playing,” she whispered slyly. I couldn’t resist squeezing her pussy and marveling at the prominence of her lips. Now I knew who Pam took after. Maggie pushed hard against me. “Remember, anytime,” she added just as Pam came charging back into the room, suitcase in hand.

“I’m ready, Jen. Let’s go. Bye auntie.”

“Bye hon. Now you be good, okay?” And to me she added, “If she’s any trouble bring her back home and I’ll deal with her.”

“Me? Trouble?” laughed Pam, “Never.”

“Well, you make sure.”

We walked to the door and Maggie gave Pam a quick kiss on the cheek, and squeezed my butt in the process. When we arrived I had wondered what I would be getting into. Now I knew. Backing out of the driveway I realized life sure can get complicated.