More Than Just Friends, Chapter 20

by Jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the other 19 chapters so you understand what's going on.)

The morning of Friday, October 24 finally arrived. Emily was up earlier than usual, as if the act of getting up early would help the day go by faster. Sharon and I were awakened by the sound of the toilet flushing followed immediately by the squeak our shower often made the first time it was turned on in the morning, followed next by the screech of Emily being hit by cold water as she tried franticly to adjust the temperature to her liking.

I rolled over and slid an arm over Sharon, mumbling something in her ear about having been meaning to get a plumber in to fix the shower or to get a new head at least. It had been on my mind now for weeks but I'd just never gotten around to it. "What's she doing up so early?" my girlfriend asked, squinting at the clock on the bedside table.

"Today's the big day, remember?" I responded with a yawn. "The gallery showing. She just can't wait. I can hear her now at breakfast – Mommy, what should I wear? What are you gonna wear? – honestly, you'd think she was up for an Oscar or something."

Sharon giggled. "Her big moment. She'll probably want to sign autographs."

"Don't you dare put that thought into her head," I ordered my girlfriend as I crawled from the bed, pulling down the blanket to expose my naked lover. "We might as well rise and shine too, since we're awake."

Sharon groaned and slowly got to her feet, reaching for the hairbrush on the dressing table. "Well I've arisen, and now I'll try to put some shine back into my tangled hair. God it's a mess. You been tying knots in it while I sleep?" she grumbled.

"Don't blame me if your hair has a mind of its own," I replied, walking over behind her and sliding my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her neck. "Besides, I like the unruly look in the morning – it's so sexy." And my hands rose to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples into long, hard points. "And so are these," I teased as she leaned back into my body.

"Don't start something we can't finish," she scolded, halfheartedly. "I know how you just love making me late for work."

"Who, me?" I giggled. "I just love making you, period." And I swatted her butt, and then forced myself to turn away to head for the bathroom to hurry up Emily who just loved to linger in the shower. She was probably fingering herself to her morning orgasm if I knew her, using up most of the hot water in the process. I pulled back the shower curtain and quickly shut off the water, catching her in the act, just as I suspected.

"Mommy!" she shrieked, her hand still cupping her mound. "That's not fair. I was almost ready to cum."

"Too bad, you horny little tramp," I giggled, throwing her a towel as I sat down on the toilet to pee. "We need some hot water too, you know. Now hurry up and dry yourself off and get dressed while I shower." Out came her saucy tongue as she wrapped the towel around herself.

Half an hour later found us all sitting around the breakfast table with the fragrant smell of coffee permeating the air as Sharon and I drank our morning fix, finally feeling wide awake and ready to tackle what promised to be an eventful day in all our lives. Emily gulped down the rest of her orange juice and stood up to leave. Turning toward me and Sharon she said, "By the way, Pammy is coming home with me after school so we can both get ready together for the evening."

"Decided what to wear yet?" Sharon asked, teasingly. "Panties or no panties?" she added.

Emily turned her back to us and quickly flipped up the back of her plaited school skirt, revealing her glorious bare bum. "What do you think?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at us with a smirk on her face.

"Emily," I scolded. "You go put on some panties right away. You're not going to school like that, you little slut."

"Yeah," added Sharon. "Showing off your pussy for art is one thing. But school is another."

"Ohh, who's this guy, Art?" Emily asked with a big grin on her face. "Don't you think he'd like my pussy?" And she quickly ran from the kitchen before one of us could reach her to deliver the crisp swat across her bare cheeks that she expected was on its way.

"Sensible panties; and don't forget to keep a sanitary napkin in your backpack," I yelled at her as she ran up the stairs. After all, she was eleven years old now and her period could start at anytime, I kept reminding her. She'd groan each time I brought it up, a little excited in one way, but also understandably a little anxious about what to expect when the moment finally arrived.

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After school that day, Emily and Pam arrived home together and with a quick 'Hi Mom' ran up to their room to get changed for the evening. Because Pammy still stayed with us on weekends she had quite a variety of outfits from which to choose. The girls were still upstairs, running back and forth from bedroom to bathroom, when Sharon arrived home from work. She plunked herself down on one of the kitchen chairs, letting out a big sigh of relief at being home and looking forward to the weekend.

"Hard day at the office, dear?" I teased, moving to stand behind her to massage her shoulders. She worked as an assistant in a legal partnership so there were often days when she barely had time to stop for a coffee, let alone get a proper lunch break.

"Mmmm, that feels good, hon. Don't stop," she murmured softly, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. I continued my ministrations as she filled me in on one of the cases the office was handling at the moment. It involved determining the custody of seven year old twin girls, part of a separation agreement the partnership was trying to draw up for the girls' mother – always a contentious issue in such cases, but apparently even more so in this one since the father was being relocated out of the country by his employer. Sharon had met the mother, and the twins, and had immediately felt empathy toward them, making her job a little more difficult as she tried to remain objective.

After a few minutes I could feel her beginning to relax, so I poured each of us a glass of our favorite merlot, barely having time to take the first sip when the thundering of little – well, not so little anymore – feet pounded down the staircase and our two stars for the evening burst into the kitchen twirling around in front of us, arms in the air, big grins on their faces.

"How do we look, Mommy? Do we look like stars?" smiled my precocious daughter, accompanied by a 'ta da' from Pam.

Sharon and I looked at them with a combination of wonderment and disbelief. What a transformation! Both girls had taken their long, flowing hair which normally reached down to the middle of their backs and had bundled it up over their heads, fastening it with several little combs highlighted with multicolored ribbons, leaving their cute ears exposed and adorned with dainty, dangling earrings – which I recognized came from my jewelry collection, of course. Not only that, each of them had made up their eyes with mascara and eyeliner, applied a little blush to their cheeks and layered glossy, pink lipstick on their luscious lips. I couldn't believe how good a job they had done with each other. If it weren't for their still undeveloped bodies, they could have easily passed for fifteen year olds.

"Wow," Sharon finally exclaimed. "Where did you learn to do that?" And she walked over to the girls for a closer look while I took another gulp from my wineglass, still speechless.

"Becky taught me," Pam replied with a grin, and we've experimented on each other a few times 'til we finally got it right. "You like?" she added. Sharon put her hands on Pam's shoulders and peered closer, then did the same to Emily, who could barely refrain from giggling, as usual.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Just needs a little touching up here and there," Sharon added, pointing to a couple of places on Pam's face. "Want me to help?" she asked.

"Yeah, please," replied Pam, excitedly. "We want to look perfect tonight."

"Well, Mommy?" my daughter chimed in. "What do you think?"

I couldn't help smiling as I took in the two gorgeous creatures in front of us. And yes, I had to admit, they both looked absolutely gorgeous. Each had chosen their outfits well, Pam wearing a bright green top - which brought out the color of her eyes - and a short, hip hugging black skirt, while Emily had opted for one of her favorite pink blouses, the two top buttons left unfastened – not that there was much cleavage to show – and a short, white, flared skirt which revealed her long, slim coltish legs to perfection. I walked up to her, raised the hem of her skirt and smirked. Just as I had suspected she was naked underneath, her beautiful pussy ready to be bared whenever the situation demanded, and I was certain Pam's was the same. Both girls held low heeled, toeless shoes in their hands, ready to adorn their pretty feet to complete their picture perfect appearance.

"Beautiful, sweetie. You both look so beautiful. My little girl is growing up," I added, with an almost sad frown on my face. "Just make sure you behave like young ladies tonight. Now, both of you go back upstairs with Sharon and let her touch you up a little while I get a snack together for us before we leave. There will be plenty of refreshments there tonight so we'll skip dinner."

Shortly before seven that evening we all arrived at the Gallery Of Friends. The sign on the door read 'Private Showing, by Invitation Only' and I quickly retrieved our invitation from my purse to show at the door. Not that we really needed one since we were well known to Judy, the gallery's assistant, who was stationed behind a desk just inside the entrance, in front of a privacy screen which had been erected to prevent anyone uninvited from peering into the gallery.

"Well, don't we look gorgeous tonight," she remarked with a smile as she gave Emily and Pam a once over.

Both girls gave a little curtsy and grinned. "Thank you, Judy," they responded in unison, and then we all slipped past the screen into the brightly lit gallery. The first thing we saw was a welcome sign which had been erected on a tripod. It featured a photograph of Marilyn with the words:

'Welcome to a private showing of works by featured artist Marilyn Ellington, well known for her erotic portraits of females, depicting the maturing of the female sex organ from birth to womanhood. This series, From Kitty To Cunt - as the exhibition has been entitled - was envisioned by the artist over a year ago and has been created with the generous participation of models ranging in age from a few months to their early forties. Refreshments are available in the classroom at the rear of the gallery. The artist herself will be in attendance tonight, as will many of the models who posed for this series. We sincerely hope you enjoy the evening.'

Emily grabbed Pam's hand. "Come on. Let's go," she said, barely able to contain her excitement, yet remembering what I'd told them about acting like young ladies. Sharon and I looked at each other, smiled, and followed them in. The evening had begun.