More Than Just Friends, Chapter 21

by Jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the first 20 chapters so you understand what's going on.)

Unlike the last time we visited the gallery, Emily and Pamela, even though still hand in hand, did not race around looking at all the pictures on the walls, pointing and giggling while making loud and often raucous comments about each one. This time they heeded my advice, or command - if you like - to behave in a ladylike fashion, even though I am sure they were bursting at the seams to let loose with several appropriate words selected from their more than adequate vocabulary pertaining to such displays of erotic art as that which now graced the walls of The Gallery Of Friends. Nevertheless, I still detected a few tightly restrained smirks from each of them as we watched them slowly make their way along the first wall of the exhibition which was dedicated to the genitalia of very young female models as they developed from birth to about three years of age.

Sharon and I saw Maggie and Karen sitting at a large table they had set up toward the back of the gallery, presumably for Marilyn to meet and greet, and sign autographs, and we headed in that general direction as Emily and Pam started their tour. Maggie smiled as she saw us approaching. "So, are the girls excited?" she asked, glancing at the two of them as they slowly made their way down the 'Early Development' wall, as the colorful title above the paintings hanging there identified that part of the collection.

"That's an understatement," I laughed. "They've been on pins and needles ever since we received your invitation. They raced home from school today to get ready and be here as soon as you opened."

"Well, they both look as if they put a lot of effort in dressing for the occasion. After all, the invitation did say to dress casually. If that is casual, I'd love to see what they'd look like dressed for a more formal event," Maggie laughed. "They look utterly divine," she added. "Did you have any part to play in this, Karen?" she asked her sister.

Karen laughed. "Not me, but you might want to ask Becky. I think she's been showing Pammy a thing or two about make up. She's taken much greater care with her own appearance since taking up with Elizabeth. She's crazy about the girl. I've finally come to terms with the fact that both my daughters take after you Maggie - lesbian to the core."

"I wouldn't be too sure about Pammy yet, if I were you," piped in Sharon. Both her and Emily seem to have developed a curiosity about cocks – if you'll let me use that word in your presence, ladies," she giggled.

"Hmph," exclaimed Karen. "I'll have to get Becky to have a little talk with her sister then. After what her father did to her, she may have a few wise words to say to Pammy."

"I think she's already had those few wise words, Karen," I explained. "And according to Emily, that's what inspired their interest. To put it into her words, both she and Pammy are dying to see what affect their 'pussy portraits' will have on any male viewers. I think both girls will have their eyes firmly glued to the pants of any fathers, sons or brothers here tonight to detect any suspicious bulges that might, er, shall we say arise, so as to speak," I giggled. "They're even trying to work up enough courage to ask Marilyn if she'd consider doing a parallel series of paintings depicting the growth of the male sex organ from infancy to maturity," I added, with a slight smirk on my face.

"Knowing Marilyn, there's not much likelihood of that ever happening," Maggie grunted. "Not after what happened in her family." She caught the questioning looks on our faces. "Sorry, that's not for me to discuss – I shouldn't have said that," she added, guiltily.

"Will she and Elizabeth be here soon?" I quickly asked, trying to change the subject, but at the same time realizing too late that my question might be interpreted differently.

"They are coming in about half an hour, but please don't..."

"Oh no, I wasn't meaning that I'd be bringing that up," I hurriedly clarified. "But we should tell Emily and Pam not to ask her if she'd do another series on males."

"No, don't do that," Maggie replied. "Coming from those two she won't take offence and it will probably bring a smile to her face anyway. She'll know how to handle it, and who knows, eventually Elizabeth will probably talk about what happened in the past as she gets to know the girls better. I'm sure she and Becky have already compared notes, anyway," she added as an afterthought.

Knowing Becky as well as we did, I was sure Maggie was correct.

By now there were already several other visitors wandering around the gallery, some in pairs, others in groups that were probably the families of one or more of the models. The youngest I could see was a little girl of about three years old who looked rather bored with the whole scene as her older sister – who was probably about seven - and her, were accompanied by a couple who must have been their parents. They were standing in front of a pastel which I assumed depicted the older girl's pussy, judging from the remarks we could overhear and from the smile on her face as she pointed at the work. Emily and Pam had conveniently wandered over behind them, and Sharon and I could tell they were just dying to start talking to someone about the display.

"Is that your pussy?" my daughter asked the older girl as she leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl's father turned around to see who was asking and smiled when he saw Emily and Pammy. He nudged his daughter as if to say it was OK for her to answer and she nodded in response.

"Yes, it's my cunny," she smiled. "That's what my mommy says to call it anyway. Her and my daddy say mine is a cunny and my mommy's is a pussy," she added, giggling. "And my little sister's is a kitty," she said, putting her arms around the little three year old standing in front of her who now also looked around to see Emily and Pam standing behind them. Both girls were very pretty and wore almost identical short, pink dresses and had their long, blond hair tied in pigtails with matching pink ribbons dangling from them.

"You and your little sister look so cute," Pam told her. "What are your names?" she asked. "Mine is Pammy and my girlfriend here is Emily," she added by way of introduction, slipping her arm around Emily's waist and giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

"I'm Amanda, and my little sister here is Susie," the little girl replied. "She had her kitty done too," she added, "but she's not really that interested 'cause she's so young. It's over on that wall with all the other little girls. And my mommy's is behind you on that wall," she said with a shy smile, pointing behind them. Emily and Pam turned around to look but decided to wait until they reached that part of the exhibit to study it in more detail.

"Hey, that's so cool," Emily told her, smiling back at the young girl. "So your whole family posed for Marilyn? Just me and Pammy did, but my mommy and Sharon – that's her girlfriend – didn't 'cause I guess Marilyn already had enough older women."

"Well yeah, we all posed, 'cept not my daddy, silly. He doesn't have a pussy," Amanda giggled as her parents turned around again, now looking a little cautious from overhearing the direction the conversation seemed to be going.

"We know that," said know-it-all Emily, somewhat haughtily. "He's got a cock instead," she said. And she leaned over whispering into Amanda's ear, saying, "And I bet it gets all big and hard when he sees your pussy – sorry, I mean your cunny - doesn't it?" she added with a giggle. Have you seen it?" Amanda immediately blushed and looked away without replying, catching her daddy's eye.

"Why don't you show us your paintings," the mother chimed in quickly - obviously having overheard Emily's loud whisper - followed by a nod from the father, seemingly happy to see the subject of his cock being diverted.

"Yeah," he suggested. "Oh, and you two sure dressed up for this occasion, didn't you?" he smiled, as he looked each of them up and down. "You both look so beautiful. How old are you anyway? You look like you could be teenagers. And I love your outfits, and – and your makeup is so..."

"Yeah, I bet you do," interrupted his wife, jabbing an elbow into his ribs to stop him from going any further.

"Thanks, but we're both only eleven," answered Pam, beaming with delight at the compliment. "We wanted to dress up and our mommies said it was OK for tonight. But we don't usually dress this way or wear makeup. And," she added, pointing to her right, "I think our paintings are probably down this wall a bit further," she told them. "We haven't even seen them yet 'cause we just got here a few minutes ago. Well, we did see them after they were done, of course, but not since they were framed and hung up here."

"Let's go look for them then," said Amanda, grabbing at Pam's free hand and trying to drag her and Emily along. "You seen my cunny, so now I wanna go see yours," she giggled.

"But we still didn't get a real good look at yours," chimed in Emily, as she stepped a bit closer to see Amanda's pastel. "Mmm, it's a pretty cunny you've got," she told the little girl, subconsciously looking down at the hemline of Amanda's short dress as if trying to see right through it to the real thing. "I remember when my pussy looked like that," she added. "Come on then, let's go find ours," she giggled. "Of course, if you want to see them for real...oops, better not," she quickly added, catching Pam's eye and suddenly remembering that she'd been told to behave, and not sure how Amanda's parents would react anyway.

Followed by Amanda's mom and dad - who had now lifted Susie up in his arms because she seemed to be tiring quickly - Emily and Pam and their new little friend walked further down the gallery, passing pictures of other young girls on display until they finally found their own pastels.

"Here we are," Emily said proudly. "This one's mine and that's Pammy's."

"Hmm," exclaimed Amanda's father. "You both look so sexy - I mean beautiful," he quickly corrected himself as his wife frowned at him.

"Yes, dears, very pretty," she told them, as Amanda stifled a giggle at her father's remark.

"Showing off already, are you?" Sharon teased, startling the girls as we caught up with them in front of their pussy portraits.

Emily turned around and smiled at us. "Hey, Sharon, hi mommy. This is Amanda and her sister, Susie, and they have their pictures here too, and that's her mommy and daddy. Oh, and her mommy's pussy is here too," she blurted out in her customary way of trying to say everything at once.

"Please forgive my outspoken daughter," I smiled, reaching out my hand to Amanda's mother. "She and her friend are a little excited, as you can probably tell. I'm Jen and this is my girlfriend, Sharon, by the way," I added, as Sharon also reached out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Jen and Sharon. I'm Alice and this is my husband, Ted." We all shook hands. "Marilyn is my sister, so she had some readymade volunteer models in the family. How did you girls get chosen to pose?" she asked Emily and Pam.

"Maggie is my auntie," explained Pam and my mommy is her partner in the gallery business, so that's how come we're here.

"Yeah," chimed in my daughter, "and like I said, Pammy is my girlfriend. I mean like my real, lover girlfriend," she added, this time kissing Pam on the lips so there would not be any misunderstanding. "So Marilyn wanted both of us."

"Told you they looked old enough to know a thing or two, didn't I," Ted said, smiling at his wife. "A little young to know you are lesbians though, don't you think?" he asked Emily.

"We're not too young," replied my daughter, sounding a little offended. "We've been girlfriends now for two years," she added, proudly. "So we know what we like. And we like pussy, so there."

"Emily," I scolded, as Ted quickly put up his hands in self defense.

"OK, OK, sweetie. I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "I didn't mean any offence," he added with a smile. "There's nothing wrong with liking pussy. After all, I sure do," he grinned, looking over at his wife. "So, you've both seen Amanda's pussy. Would you like to see her mommy's now?" he asked, almost as a peace offering.

"Yeah, we sure would, then maybe you can see my mommy's, too," Emily blurted out without thinking, as Pammy gasped beside her. "Ooops, I meant..." and she went dead silent, incredibly lost for words.

Several seconds passed before everyone burst into gales of laughter as, for the second time in recent weeks, a blush deepened over my dear, sweet daughter's face. Then we and our newfound friends crossed slowly over to the other side of the gallery to take a look at Alice's pussy.