More Than Just Friends, Chapter 24

by Jeneee

It's been a long time coming but I've finally completed this epic tale. As usual, please make sure you have read the other 23 chapters so you understand what's going on. No sneaking a peak at the ending ;) Thanks again for all the encouraging comments I've received over the years it's taken to put this story together.

The gallery was now crowded with visitors, most of whom had already made the rounds and taken in the delights of Marilyn's artistic and somewhat erotic pussy portraits and were now standing around in groups chatting, smiling, laughing at each other's jokes while helping themselves to the abundant refreshments that had been provided by their hosts.

Just as I was wondering what had happened to my own group of models I saw them emerge from the back classroom and edge their way out slowly to mingle with the other visitors. The somewhat somber expressions on their faces puzzled me, especially when compared to the jovial atmosphere around them. "Something's happened in there," I told Sharon, frowning. "Look at their faces."

"Yeah, they do look kinda serious, don't they?" she replied, somewhat curiously. "Perhaps you were right. Maybe Elizabeth did fill them in on something. And whatever it was, it seems to have troubled them. Shall we go investigate? After all, they are supposed to be having fun tonight. 'Belles of the ball' and that kinda thing, you know?"

I pondered her suggestion for a few seconds but then shook my head. "No, let's just go over and see if they'd like to get something to eat or drink. I'm sure the girls will fill us in whenever they get the chance. But somehow, I don't think it will happen in public."

"Hey, superstars," I smiled as we approached them. "We thought you'd got lost somewhere, or been kidnapped by some of your fans. Come on over to the refreshment table. There's still a lot to eat and drink. But it's going fast."

"Yeah," echoed Sharon. "But stay away from those yummy desserts. Might spoil those slim figures of yours," she giggled, placing her hands on her hips and doing a bit of a bump and grind. "Know what I mean?"

That brought a smile to Emily's face and she replied in her traditional way by sticking out her tongue. "I like yummy, creamy desserts, don't you Pammy?" she asked her girlfriend with a sly wink.

"We know what kind of creamy desserts you two like," chimed in Becky. "Don't we, Liz?" she teased, slipping her arm around Elizabeth's waist.

"Right," Lizzy replied. "And there's plenty of them hanging on the walls," she added, grinning broadly.

"I was referring to the desserts on the refreshment table," Sharon retorted, "as if you lot didn't know. Aren't any of you hungry? For food, I mean," she quickly added before any other smart remarks could be interjected.

"I'm hungry," said Amanda, who seemed to be wide awake again, after her brief snooze on Emily's lap.

"Well, go help yourself, sweetie," I told her, "before it's all gone."

"Yeah, come on Amanda," said Emily, taking hold of the little girl's hand. "I'll take you over and help you choose something yummy." Looking at the two of them strolling over to the table I couldn't help thinking to myself that, 'Yeah, and it looks like you've found yourself something yummy too, oh daughter of mine.' The others fell in line and followed them over.

"Guess they were hungry, after all," I chuckled to Susan as we watched our parade of would-be stars pick at what was left and munch away. "So, what do you think, hon?" I continued. "Shall we suggest we all head back to our place after? I sense an interesting update coming our way."

She laughed. "What, you psychic all of a sudden?"

"Well, you know Emily. Hard for her to hold her tongue."

"Yeah, but they may have been pledged to secrecy. You never know."

"Only one way to find out," I retorted, still determined to try.

We had to clear it with Marilyn and Alice, of course, but an hour later saw a rather large party of girls of all ages traipsing into our friendly house to finish the evening's festivities with the promise of an enjoyable sleepover. The girls of all ages included Sharon and myself, naturally, but also Marilyn, who had pledged to her sister to make sure that Amanda behaved herself. Alice decided that she had better go home to be with her husband and younger daughter, just to make sure everything was okay, which caused Sharon and I to exchange glances of curiosity as to what exactly she meant by 'okay,' and Karen and Maggie passed on the offer, both claiming to be exhausted from preparing and hosting the successful evening's event.

"Where's everyone going to sleep?" was the first thing out of Emily's mouth as we all made our way through the front door into our cozy house, which was about to become even more cozy as we squeezed against each other in our narrow hallway.

"Thinking about sleep already?" Sharon teased. "Is our little star worn out from her first public appearance?" she added, putting an arm around Emily's shoulder and hugging her tightly, feeling the young girl wobble a little on her high heels.

My daughter replied in her usual manner by sticking out her tongue, a gesture which caused peels of laughter from little Amanda who, even though she'd fallen asleep during the drive home, now seemed wide awake again and excited to be part of a group of older girls, happy that she hadn't been sent home with her mother.

"We'll work out sleeping arrangements for everyone, don't worry," I replied. "We've got a few sleeping bags upstairs, so I'm sure everyone will be comfortable once we settle in. So who's ready for bed, anyway?" I asked, as we entered the living room. "Anyone have any room left for a bedtime snack first, or are you all stuffed from all the goodies you ate at the studio?"

"Don't know about you," Sharon replied, "but I'm ready for a glass of wine and maybe some cheese and crackers."

"Skip the crackers," Elizabeth said, smiling at Sharon, before glancing somewhat cautiously over at her mother, "just wine for me."

"Yeah, me too," added Becky, throwing her arms around her girlfriend. "Let's all have some fun," she giggled.

"You're not old enough to drink yet," I protested, somewhat weakly I must admit as Sharon smirked a little when Becky glanced her way. I knew Becky had indulged a little when she shared Sharon's apartment a couple of years before so it was pointless to refuse the young teen. Besides, I thought, a little wine would do wonders to loosen lips and maybe allow a little bit of Elizabeth's past to be revealed to Sharon and me, something I'm sure the rest of them had already been made aware of during their time alone at the gallery that evening. I still wasn't sure how far Marilyn would let things go if the girls did start to open up, but I hoped a little wine might make her feel more comfortable at least.

"Are you models going to change into something more comfortable while we get the refreshments ready?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder as Sharon and I made our way into the kitchen. Pam and Emily both jumped up, once again wobbling on their heels, and slowly made their way up the stairs to Emily's bedroom, while Becky and Elizabeth shrugged, Becky pointing out that Elizabeth had nothing to change into anyway so they would stay as they were. "We can find robes for you if you like," I suggested. "You too, Marilyn, if you want," I added, smiling at the artist.

"Well thanks, but maybe later," she replied, settling down on the couch beside her daughter and Becky, both of whom had already snuggled comfortably together. As Amanda climbed onto Marilyn's lap Sharon and I entered the kitchen to prepare the goodies for the second half of our party evening.

"You're such a devil," I told my girlfriend, as she grabbed a bottle of Merlot, while I started to slice some cheese onto a large platter, adding a packet of tasty crackers to the mix, along with some sodas for the girls. "And you call me sneaky," I giggled. "You want to hear what happened as much as I do," I added, squeezing one of her cheeks playfully.

"Naturally," she replied, wiggling her ass back into my palm. "I'm just as curious as you are. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Yeah, but with Amanda here, too, I'm not sure how far Marilyn will let things go, even if Elizabeth starts to open up."

"Well, if we're lucky, she may fall asleep on Marilyn's lap anyway. She must be so tired from the excitement of the evening," I added, hopefully.

On returning to the living room we saw right away that Amanda had indeed already fallen asleep on Marilyn's lap, legs immodestly askew, head resting on her auntie's shoulder. Her position had caused her dress to ride up and her cute little panties to cling tightly to her puffy mound, slipping slightly between her plump pussy lips, Marilyn's hands clasping her tummy so that the little girl did not slip from her grasp.

I smiled. "Well isn't that a cozy looking picture," I remarked, thinking back to the pastel Marilyn had created of Amanda's naked treasure that hung on the wall in the studio. "Even drawing one of her like that would be erotic," I suggested to Marilyn with a wink.

"Yeah," she replied, "but you've got to admit that this is even more enticing," she giggled, reaching down and slipping the crotch of Amanda's panties to the side, exposing her pretty lips to us.

At that moment Emily and Pam came down the stairs to join us, having changed and now barefoot, wearing only long tee shirts, probably naked underneath, I suspected, knowing them. "Wowsie, Pammy," Emily exclaimed. "Look at Amanda's cute little cunt. Now we've seen it in the flesh, so as to speak," she giggled, remembering caressing the little girl in the back room of the studio as she'd fallen asleep against her while Elizabeth was telling them about her past. "It's so cute, don't you think?"

And to everyone's surprise, although I should have suspected it, she knelt down in front of Marilyn and pressed her mouth against the little girl's pussy, giving it a gentle lick as she stared up into the artist's face, hoping she wouldn't disapprove. As you may have guessed, she didn't. Amanda merely sighed in her sleep and snuggled her head closely against her auntie's neck as the pleasurable feelings in her pussy no doubt invaded her dreams.

As everyone looked on, almost spellbound, I decided to interrupt this little display of affection before Amanda woke. "Wine and cheese with crackers, anyone? Or are you all developing a different kind of appetite?" I teased, admittedly feeling myself becoming aroused at my daughter's antics.

I plunked the tray down on the table Sharon had set up between the love seat and the couch where the older girls and Marilyn had settled, and loudly popped the cork of the Merlot, immediately diverting the attention of our two teens away from Emily's ministrations to Amanda, and even causing my daughter to peer over her shoulder with a sly grin on her face as she licked her lips.

"Hmmm," she pondered aloud. "I wonder what would taste better, Amanda's pussy or the wine."

"Emily!" I scolded as Pam immediately tugged her girlfriend to her feet, pulling her close and kissing her.

"Mmmm," she exclaimed, tasting Amanda's fragrance lingering on Emily's lips. "Somehow I'd vote for Amanda," she giggled. "But I'm all for comparing," she announced with a sly grin on her face as she grabbed Emily's hand and walked her over toward the wine table.

"Sorry girls," I chided them. "This is for us older folks, but there's sodas for you if you like." As Emily and Pamela groaned, Elizabeth and Becky sidled up to the table smirking at the two young girls. Emily, as expected, stuck her tongue out at the teens while Pam picked up a soda and winked at her elder sister, a wink that I caught and understood to mean 'you're going to sneak me a sip, right?' Sisters have to look out for each other, after all.

I then relieved Marilyn of her little bundle of joy so that she, too, could pour a glass of wine and enjoy some cheese and crackers, plunking myself down on the love seat as Amanda groaned a little in her sleep, and then snuggled up against me. It wasn't long before everyone was settled, either sipping Merlot or sodas – and yes, I noticed Becky quickly pour a little of her wine into Pam's drink, sneaking a look at me to see if I witnessed her sisterly act of kindness. I leveled my fiercest glare at her but, even though I tried hard not to, it quickly turned into a resigned smile. It wasn't long before Elizabeth similarly laced Emily's soda, much to her satisfaction.

Well, dear reader, we are rapidly approaching the end of this epic, and as you might imagine, it wasn't long before the same story the girls had heard in the back classroom at the studio came out in dribs and drabs as the bottle of Merlot was emptied, replaced by another, and emptied again. Little Amanda's warm body remained snuggled against me, completely oblivious to all details we heard about how her older cousin was molested and raped by her father and his friends. It was a testament to Elizabeth's fortitude that she was able to go on with her life with the help of her mother. The respect I held for Marilyn doubled that evening. Needless to say, a few more tears were shred by all of us before the night was over.

As my young daughter and her girlfriend climbed the stairs to their bedroom at the end of the evening, she leaned lovingly on me and confided, "Mommy, I think men are disgusting and they better keep their cocks to themselves whenever they are around me."

Pam heard her and nodded, grasping tightly onto Emily's hand. "And me too," she added, her cheeks still stained with tears as flashes of memories with her own daddy flitted through her mind.

I smiled as I hugged my little girl tightly and thought to myself that even though they felt that way now, they'd probably eventually mellow as they grew older. But at least for now, any fears I had about my little girl becoming pregnant could be put to sleep.

Love would win out in the end as it usually does. And love is often found in places you least expect it. You just never know when you will find someone with whom you can be more than just friends.

The End.