After a quiet lunch, Casey Lyons returned to her room, contemplating her mother's request. Should she install the Owl Hoot program on her mother's laptop as requested? Why would her mother even want it? Would anyone get in trouble?
Casey enjoyed having a special tie with Olivia from across the street. The program had brought them together, first with Casey as her babysitter and then as her sex teacher. She could still taste the preteen's delicious pussy juice.
The prospect of an old woman like her mother mucking with the program made Casey nervous. Did old people even enjoy sex? Should she ration it as a teen to save it for being over thirty?
While she was being all philosophical, her bedroom door opened, and a figure crept silently into the room. When she was behind Casey, the figure reached to cover the girl's eyes. "Guess who?"
Casey smelled the dark chocolate aroma left on the light chocolate fingers. "Tamara?" she guessed.
"How did you know?" asked the newcomer.
"Your choice of snacks. Having a chocolate bar on the way over here gives you away every time."
Casey rose and gave the tall girl a bear hug. The two had been friends for years, having played basketball and baseball together. Tamara Johnson had an advantage with the former sport, being the daughter of a basketball player. The same height statistic proved a disadvantage by giving her the biggest strike zone during baseball.
Tamara was the only interracial girl Casey knew well. Though the pigment difference fascinated them initially, they knew they were just girls. The biggest difference was the check Tamara got for child support because her parents never married and separated not so amicably years ago.
"What are you doing cooped up in your room on this glorious sunny day?" asked Tamara.
"I got this program…or rather a game. I have been looking at it."
"Wouldn't you rather shoot some hoops instead?"
"Not today."
"It's that good of a game? I didn't figure you for a closet gamer."
Casey motioned toward the bed. "Come on over there, and I'll tell you all about it."
The two girls flopped down on Casey's bed. "Remember when I canceled going to the slumber party for a babysitting gig?"
"Yeah. You missed a good one. We played 'Truth or Dare.' Don't worry about missing anything. Every slumber party you go to until your wedding night, you'll play it. Trust me."
The girls giggled. Then Casey told her friend everything she could remember about Monday night which ran into Tuesday morning. As the story unfolded, Casey watched her friend's hand slide inside her shorts and touch herself.
"And so the program really worked?" asked Tamara at the end.
Casey flipped the hem of her sundress over her belly. "That's a little pink pussy there, just like you said," commented the other girl. "I gotta see this program."
They moved back to the computer, Casey allowing her friend to sit at the keyboard. With a swish of the mouse, the program began with its normal prompt.
'Is this Olivia or a Guest?'
"Who's Olivia?" asked Tamara.
"The girl I babysat. You are considered a guest."
Tamara typed in "Guest." The program started to adjust the focus on the camera.
'What is your name, Tall Guest?'
"Tamara." She spoke her name rather than typing it. The text appeared on the screen. "I didn't know you had voice recognition," said the girl.
"Neither did I," replied Casey.
'How old are you?'
"Twelve."
'You appear tall for being twelve.''
"Thank you." She stopped, not wanting to go into a long story.
'Please watch the next screen and act on any messages you see.'
A few seconds later the spiral screensaver displayed, its grid of disks spinning. While Tamara sat there glued to the image, Casey watched her friend. Her eyes glazed over, and she hummed a little. That state lasted for almost fifteen minutes. In the end, the spirals faded into a completely black screen.
Before Casey could intervene, Tamara stood up. She slid the basketball shorts down her long legs and kicked them toward the bed. She did the same with the aqua panties that she wore underneath, only she dropped them in the trash can. Next she pulled the tank top over her head, followed by the tube top covering her nipples and barely developing breasts. That left the girl naked.
'Now strip Casey.'
Tamara approached her hostess and lifted the sundress over her head. They stood for a moment admiring the body of the other. Most times when they were this naked, they were quickly changing after showering. This time they had all the time they could ask for.
Casey began the attack, licking the dark areola of Tamara's left breast. "Ah the sweet chocolate."
Tamara lifted Casey's chin up. "Get over on that bed, cotton candy." She pinched the pink puffy nipples on the shorter girl's chest.
Flopping onto the bed, the girls began kissing in earnest. Being horizontal leveled the playing field, a position both enjoyed. Casey laid down a trail of butterfly kisses down Tamara's thin abdomen. The taller girl shifted, putting her head between the other's knees. This brought them into a sixty-nine orientation. Because of their height difference, Casey slid forward and back to allow the girls alternating access to the other. This shifted from oral stimulation to a more tactile approach and back again.
Since Casey did the sliding, Tamara had to guess when the change would occur. After a few switches, Tamara tried touching the pink pucker of Casey's butt. Without warning, the girl backed up, enveloping Tamara's middle finger to the first knuckle.
"Wow, what was that?" asked Casey.
"Sorry. I'll pull my finger out."
"Don't be. I liked that. Put it back in, please."
Tamara inserted her middle finger again. After Casey adjusted, she pushed a second segment in, followed soon after by the rest of the digit. While Casey dealt with that hand, Tamara's other played with the magic button on the front side.
After few moments of that, Casey exploded. She had never experienced anything like that before.
When Casey woke, she felt around on the bed for her friend. Not sensing her there, she looked around the room, finding her in front of the computer. Casey rose and went over there, standing behind Tamara. The spirals were once again on the screen.
When Casey brushed her hand against the naked back, Tamara jumped. "Oh, it's just you."
"Who were you expecting, lover?"
"Your mother, maybe," Tamara said, quivering slightly. "Or mine. It could even have been my daddy." With that she trembled more.
"What's wrong?" asked Casey, leading the tall girl back to the bed.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," she said as Casey held her.
"You didn't hurt me. It was actually pretty fun once I got over the shock of feeling you inside of me. It must be like being fucked by a boy."
Tamara gave Casey a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, it's like it yet different."
"How would you know?"
"I…I can't tell you."
Casey scowled at her friend. "Why can't you tell me? What's the big secret?"
"That's what it is. I promised to keep it secret."
Casey thought for a moment. "Did it happen at the slumber party last night?"
Tamara shook her head. "I…I can't tell you."
Casey looked at the computer. The spiral screensaver was spinning. Having a brilliant idea, she took Tamara by the bare shoulders and guided her to the chair directly in front of the computer. "What does he want you to do?" asked Casey.
Tamara stared at the screen for three minutes. As the screen turned black, the girl rose from her seat. "I am to tell you the truth. Friends share secrets."
"I'm still your friend, right?"
"Yes. Maybe my best friend. But you cannot share this with anyone else. Understand?"
"Um, okay. This is your secret to share."
"Perhaps I should sit down." Tamara stumbled to the bed with Casey sitting down next to her, holding her friend's shaking hand. "It began on my twelfth birthday…"
A girl always remembers her twelfth birthday as the last one in her childhood. I had already had a growth spurt and puberty was right around the corner. My mom had a party for my friends all planned, including the invitations sent out. Then my daddy calls and says he has a free day in his schedule and wants to give me the birthday party he had neglected for a dozen years.
I was thrilled, my daddy taking time out of his life to celebrate with me. The free time came about because he injured his knee and was resting it for the next season. Anyway he was taking me to a fancy restaurant and a show afterwards down in the city. My mom objected, but relented as she always had. I was ecstatic.
His limo picked me up from school that Friday and drove me to the city. I still had on my school uniform, but Daddy had bought me this golden gown with sequins. I had to wear it with no bra or panties, nothing underneath but some silky pantyhose. I dressed in the car, thinking nothing about it since the windows were tinted.
The limo pulled up to the restaurant, and I hopped out. Instead of Daddy greeting me, this woman in a white dress with a nurse's cap on did. She was Daddy's caregiver for the evening and he would be joining us in a few minutes. He was coming from an appearance.
Nurse Nancy walked me to a table in a private back room. This would keep his fans from storming him. I studied my chaperon, who looked only a few years older than me and two shades paler than her white dress. Midway through the meal, her right boob fell out, and it was pure cotton candy. But I am getting ahead of myself.
Daddy showed up an hour later. They had snuck him through the kitchen and into the private room. It pained me to see him walking with a cane and a brace on his knee. He gave me a kiss and one to Nurse Nancy as well. I thought that strange, but quickly forgot it. Our food arrived.
Daddy had ordered steak and lobster for himself and Nurse Nancy along with a small steak for me. I wished the steak was a little more cooked, and I hadn't gotten broccoli, but the meal went all right. For dessert, they had this chocolate chocolate cake with a candle you can't blow out. They laughed hysterically while the wait staff sang Happy Birthday to me. About then I started feeling very tired.
After dinner the limo drove us to the show. I expected a play or something. Instead, it was this new strip club Daddy was making a paid appearance at. Nurse Nancy ushered me into another private room, this one with one way glass looking out at the stage. She ordered me a soda and when it came, I watched her put some powder into it. Then she made me drink it up.
I watched the strippers dance down there. Though I wasn't attracted to their big boobs, I felt very tingly in my pussy. Nurse Nancy sat close to me, brushing against my bare shoulders. She whispered things in my ears and gave me butterfly kisses all around my neck and anything else that was bare. She ordered a second drink for me, this one I think had alcohol in it. It definitely had more white powder.
I don't remember leaving the club or arriving at the hotel. The next thing I remember was Nurse Nancy removing the golden gown, but not the hose. Daddy said, "Leave them on her. I like to punch through them."
They left me on a sofa while they headed into the main bedroom. I looked around the suite but saw nothing that could help my situation.
Sometime later a naked Nurse Nancy except for her cap escorted me into the bedroom. "Front or back?" she asked.
"Let's do her from the back first," said Daddy.
Nurse Nancy pushed me onto my back, and I knew I was going to lose my virginity. Then she turned me over so I was face down. Confused, I let them put two pillows under my hips. To make things worse, Nurse Nancy parked her ugly hairy pussy under my nose.
"This is a birthday game," said my Daddy. "My little one is going to feel how my making huge support payments feels. I'm going to stick it up her butt until my nurse cums."
I remember his finger pushing through the nylon and entering me. I lowered my head and extended my tongue. Then I blacked out. I have no idea what ended the game.
The next thing I know, we were sitting in the limo. Daddy asked, "Are you sure the drugs worked?"
"Positive," said Nurse Nancy. "The first one made her suggestible, the second acted as the aphrodisiac, and the third wiped her memory of the event."
"Good, good. And the post-hypnotic suggestion?"
"Every time she smells pussy juice, she will sodomize the bitch with her fingers just like you did to her, never knowing why she did and unable to explain her obsession."
"Even better." He signaled the driver. "Take us to the penthouse before you take my trash daughter home. You can drop her out on the side of the road for all I care."
I fell back to sleep until the door opened at my house. True to Daddy's order, the driver pulled me out and left me on the sidewalk. Then he drove away.
My schoolbooks, uniform, and self-worth left me. I didn't even get to keep the gown.
Casey held her sobbing friend tight. "It's been several months. Who else have you told about this?"
"No one. I hadn't even remembered any of it. I guess I just blanked it out."
Casey glanced at the computer. The red light continued to shine. It had witnessed and probably recorded the whole story. Casey wondered why.
She left Tamara on the bed and stuck a thumb drive in the port. She copied the program to it, the same as when she took it from Olivia.
Returning to the bed, she gave her friend the stick. "Install this on your computer at home. I can't be sure, but I think the program wants to help you. He overcame part of the memory loss suggestion. I'm not sure what else he has in mind."
"Thanks. I'll get my stuff and head home."
Casey shook her head. "Not tonight. You and I are going to stay together until tomorrow. Best friends help each other out."
The two kissed and Tamara's hands felt for her friend's butt. Just like Casey hoped.
