“Show me?” I asked, looking up at her.
My God, she really was gorgeous!
Even as a 10-year-old, Noelle had what seemed to be real breasts, and I was just about at eye level with them. They were big enough so it was obvious she was wearing a real bra, the lacy edge of it peeking out at me through the slight gap in her white blouse.
I looked away, not wanting her to think I was staring.
“How can you show me?”
She let go of my hands, then turned back to the sink and reached into her purse, which was sitting there.
“Here,” she told me, handing me an unmarked DVD in a paper sleeve. “My dad makes a lot of homemade movies, mostly with me as the star. There's both old stuff and new stuff on here. I made a copy for you, but they'd kill me if they found out I gave it to anyone. Promise me you'll keep this all a secret.”
I looked at it, then slipped it into my own small purse and nodded.
“I promise,” I said. But I was dying to know, “So, Noelle, what's on it that's so secret?”
She looked to the door, nervously, as if expecting someone to walk in.
But then she turned back to me with an odd little smile. “It's nothing terrible,” she said. “It's actually fun, in fact, just a lot of fun stuff that I've done. But it's sort of dirty. With my mom and my dad. And with your mom and your dad. And a lot of other people, too, at the nighttime parties out at your motel.”
“Really? It's dirty?”
I was starting to get a weird feeling by then, my young imagination starting to run away with me. In fact, I was trying to picture the dirty 'fun stuff' that took place out at our motel. Especially the kind of fun stuff that was so secret Noelle would get in big trouble for telling me.
“Watch it by yourself,” she said. “Don't let anyone else see it. Then we'll talk again, some place where we can be alone.”
I wasn't certain what was going on, and was getting even more confused by the minute. But I was also getting progressively more nervous. Extremely so.
“So what's really on it?” I wanted to know. “Please tell me.”
Noelle gave me a long look, sighed, then glanced at the bathroom door again.
It was still only the middle of our school lunch break downstairs, so it was unlikely anyone would be coming in. And I could tell she was dying to tell me, but that she was unsure about just how much to say.
“Noelle, at least give me a hint,” I urged. “I promise I won't tell.”
She was silent for several long moments, apparently thinking it over. But then with a little shrug, she said, “Come into a stall with me.”
Weird, weird, weird! Maybe it reallywasa big secret, I realized. Like in a spy movie or something!
So I followed her into the farthest stall and she latched the door and turned back to me. We were sort of wedged in, standing almost pressed together in front of the toilet bowl, but she moved even closer to me and put her mouth to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on the side of my face, could even smell the peppermint-flavored chewing gum she'd obviously been chewing earlier.
“Are you going to whisper it?” I asked, confused.
“Yes, but first…”
And instead of whispering to me, Noelle actually kissed my ear instead, her warm lips lightly brushing it as one of her hands dropped down and gently touched my narrow waist. I stood frozen in place, uncertain what was taking place, and she then put her face into the crook of my neck and kissed me there as well.
“Noelle…”
But instead of responding, the dark-haired 10-year-old next kissed my young cheek, lingering there. And a moment later she turned my face with a quick touch and pressed her own lips lightly to mine. She kissed me full on the mouth, then let just the tip of her moist tongue graze along my lower lip, following my cheek.
Until she'd again reached my ear.
I was trembling by then, my knees absolutely wobbly. And I could feel my face was flaming hot-this time I was certain I was blushing like crazy!
“It's about sex,” she finally whispered to me, her voice suddenly a little hoarse. “We do sex things there, really dirty, fun sex things there. All night. We all get naked and we get together in every way possible.”
“I don't-”
“Shhh, Maureen,” she breathed into my ear, and then her tongue flicked out and licked into it. My ear. It made me swallow hard. “You're an extremely cute little girl,” she told me. “I always wish you were there, at the sex parties, but your mom and dad think you're too young to do all that dirty stuff…yet.”
Noelle had a hand on my slender hip then, just resting it on my plaid skirt, and with her other hand she began unbuttoning her white blouse. I watched, paralyzed, I guess, as she unsnapped her bra in front.
“Oh, God…” I breathed, suddenly afraid but even more curious about what her boobs might actually look like. “Noelle…”
As her bra parted and fell to each side, her bare breasts came into view. They were spectacular for a 10-year-old girl, small but perfectly tanned and fully rounded. Her dark nipples were so big around and erect it was clear she was sexually excited at what we were doing.
Or about to do.
“Kiss my boobs,” she asked me gently. “Or just my nipples. Whatever.”
And like a little robot, or a girl entirely under an older girl's spell, I swallowed hard again and leaned forward, taking one of her dark nipples into my mouth. I sucked at it, feeling the puckered flesh of it harden still further.
Then I jerked slightly when I felt Noelle's hand on my back, as if she was holding me briefly in place.
I was still all tensed up at what I was doing to her with my mouth, and even at her touch, but I didn't move away or resist because I desperately wanted to know the truth about what was supposedly taking place at our motel.
But also because it was all so strongly, strangely, exciting.
“It's all about sex,” she whispered to me again. “Maureen, do you even know what sex is?”
I swallowed hard at the word. Sex. It was a subject I knew a little about, but not all that much.
I mean, all us 2nd-grader girls in school already talked about it. A lot. And I'd looked up some things about it on the Internet, whenever I was alone with our computer at home.
I also knew that a 7-year-old girl sucking a 10-year-old girl's swollen nipples had very much to do with sex as well. But, in general, admittedly, there wasn't very much I knew absolutely for sure.
Of course, I didn't want to seem like an idiot to an older girl like Noelle, so I just nodded.
At the same time, I noticed that her breathing (and mine!) was coming faster than normal and that my own heartbeat was in my ears. I could even tell that my own tiny pink nipples were hard and tingling.
She was standing so close to me I could feel the heat from her body, as I went from sucking one of her nipples to the other. That I did on my own, without her asking. But I pulled my mouth back after several moments, looking up into her dark eyes.
My curiosity was overwhelming.
“Noelle, what kind of naked sex things do you all do together at our motel? With your parents and with my parents?”
I couldn't really believe it, of course, thinking she was somehow pulling some kind of prank I didn't understand. In fact, I really thought it had to be about anythingotherthan sex. That just didn't sound right, not involving my own mother and father, at least. I mean, come on!
But I urgently wanted to know whatreallywas going on.
“You'll see it on the DVD, lots of sex,” she said. And then, “Maureen, do you know what fucking is?”
I sort of shrugged in response.
“I know the word,” I told her. “It means having sex.”
“Right,” she said to me. “That's exactly what fucking is. Having sex. And that's what's on the DVD-all of us fucking.” She looked at me very seriously then. “Maureen, have you ever had an orgasm?”
I swallowed hard.
Even as a little girl, I'd discovered the intense joys of manipulating my own pussy with my fingers every night, doing it until I reached a point of exquisite release. It was always a shuddering jolt of gasping pleasure that left me limp. And every night, after only a few minutes of catching my breath, I'd do again.