Kathie lay and fretted. She was old enough to want sex even if Jerri didn't know it. She didn't dare tell her about how she and Karen had peeked In on her and Rodney but she knew watching them had made her awfully hot. And nowadays she played with herself every single night after the lights were off and she was snug under the covers. She just knew she was about to reach the point where she could make herself come. If only some boy would come along and want to do things like that with her!
Then she remembered what Jerri told her-if a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, that's when it was possible to go to another girl for it. Well, she didn't have any other way to get it. Maybe she could do that with some girl. She was sure if Karen would allow it, it would make them both feel good. The time she touched her between the legs while she was sleeping had been real nice for her. She thought it had been the same way for Karen, too, if she would just admit it.
She lay on the bed with her legs tight together while she thought about the idea of her and Karen masturbating each other. She had discovered that felt real good sometimes even without putting her hand there. Then her thoughts turned to Karen's boyfriend Kenny. She remembered how Karen had let Jerri's boyfriend go to bed with her, and her idea that maybe she could somehow do the same thing with Karen's boyfriend to pay her back. She grinned impishly and squeezed her legs tighter together. If she did it, she'd be doing it mainly for her own satisfaction.
The hall phone shook her away from her daydreams. Then came Karen's voice from the bathroom. "Kathie, will you please get that? I'm in the bathtub and Jerri's taking a nap.”
Kathie answered the phone and a deep, unfamiliar man's voice asked who was speaking. She told him and he asked if she had a sister named Karen. When Kathie said she was in the bathtub and couldn't talk, the man quickly said that was all right, he wanted to talk to her. He told her not to tell Karen who was on the phone. That appealed to the girl's sense of mystery so she agreed. He asked how old she was, what she looked like, where she went to school and such things.
He still hadn't identified himself but Kathie was intrigued by his husky, pleasant voice so she kept answering his questions. Since his interest in her pleased her so much, she went right ahead and replied to everything he said, no matter what it was. It was fun to have someone interested in her for a change instead of her older sisters. It was really fun talking to the strange caller. He paid her all kinds of compliments and told her he wished he could see her, that she must be "cute as a bug's ear.”
Kathie giggled and he asked if someone was tickling her in the ribs. Then he started asking very personal questions. She knew she probably would be in big trouble if her mother ever heard her answering such things as he asked, but it was exciting to her to hear him say such naughty things to her.
"You said you were ten," he went on. "Got any peach fuzz on your pussy yet?”
She giggled uproariously and lied to him. "A little bit," she confided. "No ninnies yet but a little fuzz on my cunny.”
" 'Cunny'?*' he questioned. "That what you call it? Ever see your sister's?”
"Sure," responded Kathie, "lots of times.”
"And her 'ninnies'?" he pursued. "You see them too?" His voice seemed kind of shaky to the girl.
She said yes and he asked if she ever touched them. Kathie told him she hadn't but added that she had touched her sister in "an even better place.”
"Where?" he asked, his voice nervous.
"Once, when she was asleep, I went up and touched her cunny," the child told him. "But she woke up and I had to quit.”
"How about your own?" he asked. "Ever play with it? Do you ever put your hands in your panties when you're by yourself and make it feel good? Does your sister ever do it?”
For some reason Kathie became a little shy when the questions got this close to home. Finally she said, "I… I do sometimes. And I know Karen does too, But I've seen her up close once. Why do you want to know all that stuff?”
"I'll tell you in a minute," the man said. "Just tell me a few more things about yourself first. What color panties are you wearing right now?”
"I'll have to look," she answered dutifully. He could hear a rustling noise. She pulled up the front of her dress and glanced at the undergarment. "Just plain old blue ones," she said. "They're kind of old. There's a hole in them.”
"There is?" he repeated. He seemed very interested in that detail, "Where is it? Where's that hole at?”
"Well, if you must know," she replied, "it's right in front. It's right next to my cunny and sort of off to the side a little. Why?“
He ignored her question. "Wait a minute, don't put your dress down yet. Are you looking at it right now?”
She said she was and he asked her how she was sitting, with her legs spread or wide apart. She told him fairly wide apart but not too wide apart, and he asked her if there was enough room there for her hand. She giggled and said there was. Then he asked her why she didn't stick her finger in the hole and play with herself through it? She giggled and said she didn't have to, that she already had her hand in her panties and had had it there for several minutes.
"You… you have?" he ejaculated. "You've got your fingers in that sweet little pus-in that sweet little 'cunny' of yours?”
"Yeah,” she innocently responded. "You got me hot talking to me about what I looked like and my sister and all that, so I started fooling with my cunny while you were talking. I couldn't do much for myself through that hole-it's "too little for me to get my fingers into. But I'm sure doing plenty down in the front of them right now.”
"And… and your sister," he went on. "She's in the bathroom right now naked in the tub, you said. What if she ^aw you fingering yourself right now? Would she… do you think she'd want to take over and do it for you herself or-”
"I don't know," broke in Kathie, "but if she'd let me, I'd love to do hers for her. Heck, I'd even get in between her legs and kiss it for her if I could. I've seen pictures of girls doing that and I wouldn't be afraid to!”
Now the caller was barely intelligible. "Yes… yes," he croaked, "that would be lovely… that's why I've been asking you all these questions, sweety. I'm crazy about people jacking themselves off and jacking each other off. I'm… oh God, I can't stand it… I'm doing the same thing to myself. You hear me, Kathie, I'm doing the same thing! I wish you could see me, honey, and see my great big cock. It's about to… ohhhh… it's gonna… ahhh… shoot off!”
She kept listening but after the sound of the receiver hitting the floor, no sound came for a long time. She said hello several times but didn't get an answer for a long time. She just kept playing with herself and waiting for him to talk again. Finally she heard his voice say, "Be good, sweety. Be good and jack yourself off a lot and I'll be in touch with you again. I want to see you and your sister naked together. You just wait, I'll surprise you soon and you'll see me when you least expect it,”
"Kathie!" yelled a sudden voice, scaring the youngster out of her wits. "Kathie, what in the world are you doing?" It was Karen, standing dripping-wet in the hall with her hands on her slim hips and her blonde hair plastered to her face.
There was no way for Kathie to get out of her predicament. She was caught. "I… I'm just jacking myself off, that's all," she answered defiantly. At least it was Karen who caught her and not her mother, she was glad to discover. "Don't make a big deal about it. You know darned well you were doing the very same thing yourself that night we watched Jerri and Rodney screwing!”
Karen had to admit she had little grounds for criticizing her younger sister's masturbation. But what did the telephone have to do with it, she wanted to know? Who was it she'd been talking to? Her pert little breasts jiggled and drops of water flew off as she stood waiting for an answer.