Going Nova: A Wide-eyed Adventure/Prelude: Ivy’s Midnight Tryst
Synopsis: This is a little bit of sexy set-up before the story swings into action. We meet our protagonist, nine-year-old Brie Nova, her parents, and their mutual friend and babysitter Ivy.
Brie Nova woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of moans in the distance. Her eyes creaked apart, and through the open doorway of her bedroom, she could see a faint light coming from her parents’ room. The nine year-old girl knew what they were up to and sighed. She just knew that her mom and dad must have forgotten to close their door once again. Brie groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head to block out the cacophony of her parents’ lovemaking.
She had overheard them many times before, because they often forgot to shut the door, particularly when it was late at night and they assumed she was dead asleep. While Brie’s mom and dad held fairly progressive views on sex, they rarely talked with her on the subject and naturally never did it in her presence. She was only nine, after all. Furthermore, she had little interest in getting a live education on it, anyway—least of all from her own parents.
Still, as the muffled grunts sifted through the downy feathers of her pillow, she noticed an unfamiliar tenor. Higher-pitched moans began to crystalize into words and Brie soon realized that there was a third participant involved in the sexual reverie. “Oh, fuck, Hazel, your husband is a machine,” the voice quavered. It was Ivy, her mom’s friend, and sometimes her babysitter.
She could hear her mother say something but couldn’t make out the words.
Brie was startled to hear Ivy’s familiar voice in the house this late at night. She hadn’t been there when Brie was put to bed. The third-grader pushed the pillow away and picked her head up off the bed to listen to the sounds and dirty talk. She almost dared not to breathe.
Ivy cried out again, her staccato voice hinting at the speed of her father’s rhythmic pounding, “Fuck, Warrick, fuck me with that steel rod cock of yours.”
Brie’s heart pounded in her chest and she wondered why she was reacting like this. Between her legs, she felt a kind of lubrication squeeze out from her vagina. She didn’t quite know why, and the urge confused her, but on the whole she was feeling a bit odd. A little turned on, she reluctantly admitted to herself.
Previously, her parents’ all too common mistake of having sex with the door open provided no interest to her, but perhaps the involvement of her mom’s 18-year-old junior co-worker and friend was what was piquing her interest now. She had seen threesomes on the internet, but assumed it was something that just happened in porn and boys’ fantasies. She never suspected that her parents might have an appetite for the practice. She pressed her hips into the bed and the sensation felt good between her legs.
Ivy’s groans and swearing became louder and Warrick’s own rhythmic grunts built into its own crescendo before both of them could be heard gibbering incoherently at once.
From there it quickly died down into long, satisfied sighs and eventually giggles. Brie found herself oddly disappointed that the fun was over already. The talk grew quiet and, her novel curiosity getting the best of her, the young girl found herself creeping out from between her sheets and padding to the doorway of her room, trying to hear where the conversation was going. She could only make out the odd word here and there until she heard Ivy exclaim: “Oh fuck! Did we leave the door open?”
Brie couldn’t make out the response and she craned her head out into the hallway. Suddenly she heard her mom’s concerned voice at the entrance of their bedroom. “I’ll go check on her to make sure she’s still asleep.”
Brie bolted back to her bed and slid in as quietly as possible. She snapped her eyes shut tightly.
Moments later she heard the floorboards in her bedroom creek beneath the carpet. Her mother’s whisper slipped through the darkness. “Brie, honey, are you awake?”
Brie dared not move a muscle in response except to breathe heavily, feigning a deep slumber. She could sense her mother move in closer, which terrified her with thoughts of being caught spying. She could feel her mom’s presence within reach, then kneeling over her. She twitched as Hazel brushed a few strands of hair off her face, then tucked it behind her ear. Then she felt her mother lean in and kiss her lightly on the forehead. She breathed in her mother’s familiar scent, but it was tinged with a musky tanginess that she didn’t recognize.
All the while the poor girl’s nerves were in fight-or-flight mode, but she fought both instincts and remained dead-still. She didn’t want to be caught listening in on them, not because she had a sense that it was wrong to eavesdrop on her parents’ sexual adventures. It was instead because she now hoped they would make the mistake again of leaving their door open in the future. With Ivy present, she might start to learn more about this suddenly fascinating new world of sex.
At last, Hazel stood up and Brie allowed herself to open her eyes a crack. They followed her mother to the door and, as Hazel went to leave, suddenly Ivy appeared, popping her head around the jamb. Her loud whispers cut through the air: “Is she asleep?”
“Yes, but what are you doing here?” Hazel whispered sternly in reply.
Ivy giggled mischievously, “Warrick’s already asleep!”
“No, I mean why are you naked? Go put some clothes on!”
“Oh, I knew she was already asleep,” Ivy said sardonically, “It’s so late. Little kids will sleep through anything.”
Brie found herself offended that Ivy had referred to her as a kid, and she almost broke her cover to correct her, but common sense took over and she remained quiet. Both women left the room and Brie could at last breathe a sigh of relief.
She rolled over, ready to return to sleep, but still curious to learn more about some of the new feelings happening inside her prepubescent body.