Summer Holiday/Spain Day 8 An Early Morning Visitor
It wasn't so much a knock as a scratching noise. Puzzled, I went to the door; I was still naked and JT was leading the way, so I hid behind the door as I opened it. I looked left and right and saw nothing, but then I looked down and saw her. “Hello,” I said.
“Hewo,” The little girl standing in front of me asked. “Why you hiding,” and barged in through the open door. I put my head out and looked up and down the corridor; there wasn’t a soul in sight and I couldn’t hear anything either. The little girl was wearing blue pyjamas with a pink “My Little Pony” picture on the front. “Is he still sore,” she asked, pointing to where I was trying to cover myself with my hands.
“Sore?” I couldn’t think what she meant.
“She pointed; you said he was sore and I had to kiss him better.”
I looked out of the door again; half convinced someone was trying to set me up, there was still no one around. “Where did you come from,” I said.
She looked at me as if I was stupid. “My room… Silly.”
Finally it dawned on me that this was the little girl, Carol? The one I’d convinced to give me a blow job a few nights earlier. “You’re Carol.”
Again, I got the look. “You’re John Tom,” she said and marched over to climb up onto my bed. I took yet another look through the door and then closed it before walking over and sitting next to her; still trying to cover myself. “Do you want me to kiss him better again,” she asked, with a nervous giggle.
“Do your mummy and daddy know you’re up?”
She shook her head. “They were having “special cuddles” earlier; they’re both snoring now.”
“How did you know where I was?” That was the question that was really bothering me.
“Easy,” she said. “I saw you coming in and I put one of my stickers on your door. A unicorn,” she said, helpfully.
I opened the door and, sure enough, there was a little picture of a unicorn stuck on the door about a metre up. I peeled it off and walked back in with it stuck to my thumb. Carol giggled as I stuck it on the liner in the wastepaper basket. “How old are you,” I asked.
“Four,” she said proudly. “I’m going to school after the holiday.”
“Did you watch Mummy and Daddy having special cuddles?”
She giggled. “Course I did. They thought I was asleep but money makes funny noises… Oooh! Aaaagh! Harder.” She giggled at her impression. Daddy put his thingy inside her; I thought he was hurting her at first till I heard what she said. I guess his thingy must have hurt like yours did, because she was kissing it before and then she told him “Fuck me now”. She was whispering, but it was a really loud whisper.”
“It’s not only for hurts,” I said; “sometimes people do it just for fun. I bet your daddy liked it when mummy sucked his thingy.”
Carol nodded. “I think so, cos he was making happy noises. What’s fuck?”
“That’s what we call it when daddy put his thingy into mummy’s… What you call this,” I asked pointing between her legs.
“You mean my winkle,” she said.
“Did you ever play with daddies thingy,” I asked. She sat up straight closed her knees together and clamped her lips shut. “It’s okay; you can tell me.”
What do you do?