Kitten Club

(c) 2020, by P.D. Vile

NOTE: This story was originally written for the story writing contest on Lolicit, when the writing prompt was "Secret Society".
NOTE: I translated this story to Dutch in 2021, this translated version is also available on this site, called Kittenclub.

Part 1: Dylan meets the girls

Dylan Lewis looked up from his laptop when the doorbell rang. He wasn't expecting guests. He had not ordered any packages. Who could it be?
“My God,” he mumbled under his breath, as he got up to answer the door, “I swear, if it's again those idiots trying to convert me, I will ...”

He opened the door and saw his neighbours. A friendly couple. The guy's called Hercule, Dylan recalled. Born in France, but moved here to marry his wife, Rita. Both were standing at Dylan's door, a warm and friendly smile on their faces.

“Hello, Hercule! Hello, Rita! What brings you here?”
“Hello, Dylan. We are sorry to interrupt your day but we have a bit of a problem, and we were hoping that maybe you could help.”
“Well, perhaps. What do you need?”
“We have a dinner tonight. Very important for my career. But just ten minutes ago, our sitter called to say she can't make it. And none of the other sitters we called are available. So now we ...”
Dylan recalled meeting their daughter when he had just moved in. Lucy. Ten years. Probably eleven by now.
“So now you want to send Lucy here?” he finished the question for Hercule.
“No, not really. We want to ask you to spend the evening at our place so she can do her own stuff, in her own room. And you'd be there, just in case. I know it's a huge favour to ask, but ...”
Dylan once more interrupted Hercule.
“Hercule, Rita, that won't be a problem. I was just going to relax the rest of the day anyway. I'm sure your couch is just as comfortable as mine. Just give me a few minutes to gather some stuff I might need and I'll head over.”

He turned to walk back into the house, but Rita interrupted him.
“One more thing, Dylan. She has a play date over. Our normal sitter likes that because it makes her job easier, but if you prefer to have just our girl, we can send her away.”
“No need, Rita. Your sitter is probably right. On her own she might get bored and then I'd have to entertain her. With her friend, she'll just be busy all day long and probably not even notice me!”
“You have no idea how much this helps us, Dylan! We owe you a big favour!”
“Ne rien,” Dylan replied, in his best French, “it's hardly an effort for me. And what kind of neighbour would I be if I'd say no to such a simple request?”

A few minutes later Dylan arrived at his neighbours' house, carrying a backpack with a few things such as his laptop, his e-reader, and the charger for his phone.
“Lucy! Bridget!”
A door opened upstairs, and then two girls came dashing down the stairs. Dylan recognized Lucy from when they met. Still the same natural beauty. Long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes. Perfect smooth skin, lightly tanned. Dylan noticed that her legs had started to develop; the last time they met they had been scrawny, now they were starting to shape nicely The white shorts Lucy wore were short enough to leave most of her legs exposed. It was already clear that these legs would certainly become a focus of male attention in a few more years. Her yellow tube top showed that her chest had also developed since he last saw her: there were curves there that were definitely new. Small, still, but impossible to overlook due to how tight her tube top fitted. Extra attention was drawn to the protrusion on the left side, as it was decorated by a pin-back button featuring a simple sketch of what appeared to be a cat, and the letters K and C in bright yellow and red.
The other girl, apparently named Bridget, had to be her friend. The milk chocolate colour of her skin betrayed mixed descent. Her face, rounder than that of Lucy, featured a large stubby nose, two deep brown eyes, luscious lips, and curly hair that had been dyed pink. She wore a rather loose fitting t-shirt with a princess imprint, decorated with the same pin-back button as her friend. Below that was a black skirt, street length, on top of two legs that betrayed her as an active athlete in some sport.

“Lucy, this is Dylan, our neighbour. You met him last year when he moved in, remember?”
Lucy responded with a barely audible sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
“Yeah, mum! Of course I remember. I'm not six any more!”
“Dylan,” Rita continued, seemingly unaffected by her daughter's response, “this is Lucy. She may look like she did last year, but as you noticed the devil called puberty is awakening in her. I hope she didn't cause you to change your mind?”
Dylan smiled and shook his head.
“No worries, Rita. I told you I'd keep an eye out for them, and I'll keep my promise.”
“Muuuhuumm! I told you we don't need a babysitter.”
“Of course you don't. You're not a baby. And Dylan is not a babysitter. You two can just be in your room and play. He'll be here, doing his own stuff, and he won't bother you if there's no need to. You may not need it, but it will make dad and me feel better, okay?”
“Guess so,” Lucy shrugged, then nodded at Dylan, “Hi Mister Lewis.”
“Hello young Miss Travere,” Dylan responded with a smile, “because that's what I'll call you if you don't cut the crap and call me Dylan as I told you last year already.”

Dylan turned his attention to the other girl.
“You must be Bridget, if I heard correctly. I am Dylan. Nice to meet you. As you just heard, I'll be down here tonight, doing my own thing, unless you two need me. But I'm sure you won't!”
He extended a hand and waited for her to grab it. After a short hesitation, she took it.
“Nice to meet you mister … I mean Dylan. Thanks for being here. If Lucy's parents had not found anyone they'd have taken her along and sent me home, so you really do me a favour.”
Dylan smiled back at her.
“Well, I'll be sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking Hercule's beer. Whereas otherwise I'd be sitting on the couch watching sports and drinking my own beer. Hercule has excellent beer, so I guess I'm doing myself a favour too.”
She laughed an uneasy girlish laugh, then hastily suppressed it as Lucy threw her a dirty look to reminded her that they were now too old to laugh about jokes from adults.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, but then Hercule came in.
“Are you ready, dear? We really need to get going. Oh, hi Dylan! Thanks, again!”
And without waiting for a reply, he left through the front door, leaving it open behind him as a clear message to his wife.
Rita quickly bent down to peck Lucy's lips,
“Okay, be nice, don't make a scene, and do what Dylan says, right? Thanks! You can go to your room now with Bridget and do that …. whatever, cat club thing you do.”
“Muhhhuum, how often do I have to tell you. It's Kitten Club. Not cat ...”
But Rita had already left and closed the door behind her.

Part 2: Always knock before entering

Chuckling, Dylan turned towards the girls, planning to ask about this “Kitten Club” as an icebreaker, but all he saw was the two girls darting up the stairs. Looking up, he caught a fleeting glimpse of cute pink panties under Bridget's skirt, but then the girls disappeared from his sight. Soon he heard a door close.
He stood silent for a while, focusing on the sounds coming from upstairs. Through the door, he heard muffled giggles and chatter. Apparently the girls had returned to their normal activities, not caring one bit who was or was not downstairs.
Dylan smiled, went for the kitchen to grab a cold beer, then settled in on the sofa. Just in time for the game.

Dylan knew that the girls were old enough to come find him if they needed anything, so he just enjoyed the game and his beer. At half time, on his way to the toilet, he paused for a while at the bottom of the stairs and listened. Silence. Then a giggle, and another slightly higher giggle in response, then silence again. Good, he concluded, everything is okay.
He emptied his bladder, grabbed another beer, then returned to the room. The commercials were almost finished. He settled in for the second half.

Dylan's mood changed rather abruptly at the end of the game. His team, though the underdog in the match, had been ahead the whole time. And then, two minutes before the end, the umpire made a debatable call, which then resulted in a last-second undeserved loss for his team.
He switched off the television and just remained in his chair, staring angrily at the now black screen for a long, long time. Until he finally admitted to himself that the only possible answer to this injustice was to open yet another of Hercule's excellent beers.

Dylan first relieved himself in the restroom. Then, on his way to the kitchen, passing through the hallway, he heard a sound from upstairs that made him instantly forget about the game. He heard the girls, but they were not talking, nor giggling. What he heard sounded like moaning and groaning. Were they in pain? Had something happened? Damn, had they been calling for him already, and he had not heard because the telly was too loud? Or was he just hearing wrong?
Then he heard it again, and this time he was sure one at least of the girls was whimpering.

Overcome with concern, and a touch of guilt over not hearing this before, he ran up the stairs, faster than he thought possible, dashed through the hallway, and ripped open the pink door with a sparkly big letter L on it.
He looked in … and froze. What he saw was not children in pain. What he saw was so unexpected, so far beyond the normal, that he just took in the sight without even being able to process what was going on.
Lucy was lying on her back on a rug. Naked. Her head away from the door, her feet close to it. Her eyes were closed, her face was contorted in an emotion that was clearly intense, and equally clearly anything but pain. Her back was arched, pushing her chest up, revealing two small, grape-sized breast-buds, crowned by erect nipples.
Her legs were spread wide, obscenely wide. And the only reason Dylan was not treated to a prime view of her underage cunt was that it was obscured by a head.
Bridget's head.

Bridget was on her knees, in between Lucy's legs. Her head was lowered, and it was clear that her mouth was in full contact with her young friend's pussy. She, too, was naked. As Dylan took in the scene, he couldn't help but admire the gorgeous form of her ass-cheeks. But also the puckered hole in between, and below that her slit, glistening with wetness. One of Bridget's fingers was on her clitoris, obscuring it from view.

Time froze. Dylan was later absolutely unable to tell how much time actually passed. Probably less than a second, but it felt like minutes. The pictures of those two innocent young girls, engaged in steamy underage lesbian sex, engraved itself in his memory. He knew he'd never be able to forget the sight of Bridget's young ass. Of Lucy's buds, pushed up in the air as her body shook with pleasure. Of the drop of little girl juice that slowly made its way down Bridget's smooth thigh.

And then Lucy, her eyes still closed, apparently oblivious to the unexpected guest in her room, arched her back even more and emitted another load moan. At the same time, Bridget looked up, alerted by the sound behind her. She turned her head, then clasped both hands in front of her mouth as she shouted “SHIT!”.
Dylan unfroze. Quickly he slammed the door shut. But not fast enough to prevent getting an eyeful of his second underage cunny, as Bridget's movement left Lucy's young sex, dripping with her juices and Bridget's saliva, exposed. As the sight of her smooth vulva, her slightly parted labia, and the inviting hole in between them added itself to his collection of lifetime memories, Dylan blurted through the now closed door.
“I'm sorry, girls. I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I just … I heard the moaning and I thought you were in pain. I didn't know. I'm sorry.”
A long silence followed. Then he heard Lucy's voice, as she meekly asked: “Are we in trouble, Dylan? Will you tell mum and dad?”

The question hit home. Dylan was in a mixture of being both shocked and aroused by the sight, embarrassed for disturbing the girls, and extremely afraid he'd be accused of … well, something. What if the girls made it appear as if he was deliberately sneaking in on them to watch?
He had not looked at the situation from the girls' perspective. Until he heard Lucy's question. Of course, they were not only interrupted and embarrassed, but also afraid. Afraid he would expose their apparently secret love affair to their parents.

Dylan paused to think about exactly that. Should he tell Hercule and Rita about this? Or should he cover up for the girls? Was this innocent experimentation? A true, though early, love affair? Or a sign of abuse that required action?
He had to find out. That was his role now, as the adult in charge, to find out if this was all okay and nothing wrong.

“I guess we need to talk,” Dylan replied through the door, “I'll be in the living room. Please get dressed and then come down too. I have questions. I want answers before I decide what to do. Is that okay?”
Dylan hoped his voice sounded as sincere as he was. He really meant what he said. He really needed more information to assess the best course of action.
After a short time during which Dylan was sure the girls were exchanging glances, he heard Bridget reply: “Okay. We'll be down in a minute.”

As Dylan descended the stairs, the memory of what he had just seen kept resurfacing. He didn't want to picture the girls that way. But the memory was there, and it refused to go away. What's worse, Dylan noticed that the sight actually started to physically arouse him.
That third beer would not do. Not at all. Dylan found Hercule's liquor cabinet and poured himself a very generously sized whiskey, downed it in one big gulp, then refilled the tumbler and took it with him to a chair.

Soon the girls appeared. They were back in the clothes as he had seen them in before. Apart from their dishevelled hair, there was no indication of what had just happened. Although, as they inched closer, Dylan was unsure whether he smelled sex or only imagined it.
Despite his intentions, he was still unable to unsee what he had witnessed. Lucy's tube top revealed the same subtle swellings as before, but Dylan's brain filled in the tanline, the areoalas, the shape and size of the nipples, and the exact outline of those immature breastlets. Bridget's legs were still the same, but in his mind Dylan could not help but follow the rest of their form, hidden under her skirt but clearly exposed in his mind, up to those deliciously tight buttocks, that tight slit, and the shiny pearly drops that had decorated the young girl's most intimate place.

Annoyed at himself, Dylan shook his head in a physical attempt to shake off those unwanted images, then forced himself to focus on the faces of the girls as they sat down on the couch opposite from him. What he saw was fear. These little girls were scared. Very scared. And even though Dylan was not a father, seeing two young girls this scared awoke an unknown fatherly instinct. He wanted to make the world all right for them. But he had to be responsible as well, so he had to ask questions.

“Relax,” Dylan started, trying to put the girls at ease, “relax, girls. You are not in trouble. At least not yet, and probably not at all. But only if you answer my questions. Completely, and truthfully. I will not judge you. I will not get mad at you. At least not when you are honest. Perhaps I will need to tell your parents, but I hope not. If you lie, I will[/i] tell them. If you don't tell me everything, I [i]will tell them. But if you are honest, you will probably be fine.”
“Probably?” Bridget asked. She seemed to see an opening for bargaining. “Can you not promise now already that you won't tell if we are honest?”
Dylan shook his head, looking sad.
“I am sorry, but I can't promise that. If I think someone is in danger, or someone is hurting someone else, I need to tell. I will still try to tell Lucy's parents in a way that works best for you. I won't tell more details than needed. But I cannot promise not to tell when I don't know your answers yet.”
Bridget nodded. Her face showed disappointment but also understanding. Lucy nodded too.
“Okay, Dylan. You want to ask questions. Just start. We'll be honest. Right, Bridget?”
“Right!”

Dylan took a deep breath, then took a sip from his whiskey. He caught himself staring at Bridget's chest, wondering whether there was already anything developing underneath, what their shape and size would be. Quickly he forced his attention back to the girls' faces.
“Okay, I am not going to ask what you were doing. It's clear what you were doing. And first of all, I want to state that I have no problems at all with you two being lesbian. That's okay.”
Lucy opened her mouth to say something but Dylan raised his hand to stop her. He needed to finish his thought before he lost track, again, of what he was going to say.
“But what does surprise me is your age. I know that at your age you can get curious. You might want to experiment with a friend. I'm cool with that.”
He briefly considered mentioning his own playful experimentation with a few classmates, but decided to stay focused on the here and now.
“But what I saw was not just experimenting. It was very clear that this is not your first time, nor your second or third. You were not experimenting. You were totally going at it. And that, I think, is not normal at your age. That's what concerns me. So my first question is, how did you two get started with this? And when?”

A short uneasy silence. Then Dylan realised he still had his hand up, so he lowered it and nodded encouragingly at the girls. They exchanged a quick glance, then Lucy responded.
“First, I'm not lesbian. I think. Perhaps bi. But most of all, just … horny, I guess.”
Dylan opened his mouth but now Lucy raised her hand, the same way he had, and he kept quiet.

Part 3: Lucy's story

So for me it started a little over a year ago. On my tenth birthday. I had a huge party and then everyone went home but Bridget stayed. For a sleepover. And mum and dad had organized the games for my party, and one of them was truth or dare. With silly dares such as barking like a dog or drinking from the glasses of the other girls, And embarrassing truths about boys in our class and who we would like to kiss. Like, ewwww, as if I'd tell in front of mum and dad! But it was still fun.
So when Bridget and I were in bed, I asked her to play more. Just the two of us. So she asked me a truth about the boys in class and now I did answer the truth.

And then I asked Bridget about her crush but I already knew the answer. But then Bridget asked me if I ever touched myself, and I didn't even understand. So she explained, and said it's fun and I should try it. And that she does it all the time. And that if I don't believe her I should just dare her to show me. And I did, and then she lifted her nightie, took off her panties, and showed me how a girl looks down there, what all the parts are, and where to rub. And then she did, and she looked real happy. So then when she dared me to try, I did it. And Bridget watched and explained how I could make it feel even better. And then I was hooked.

She paused. Dylan had to fight to not picture how it must have looked, those two girls in their little beds, experimenting and teaching each other to masturbate. Legs spread, fingers on their little nubbins. Perhaps even pushing in, ever so slightly, parting those tight labia.
He quickly took another sip, tried to chase away the fantasies by focusing on the here and now, on the faces of the adorable little girls. On the questions he still had.
“Okay. So you started masturbating … that's the adult word for touching yourself, you started touching yourself when you turned ten. And Bridget helped. That's … young I guess, and I have questions for Bridget later. But first I want to know what happened next. Because you were not just touching yourself right now.”
Lucy sighed.
“Yes. So after that ...” she hesitated. Paused. Looked at Bridget, clearly seeking support. Bridget appeared to be in doubt too.
“I'm sorry,” Lucy then blurted, “but I can't tell. It's secret. Really super secret.”

Dylan sighed. He didn't want to extort secrets out of scared kids. But he had to. He had to make sure that there was nothing forced. If both children want to do this, he told himself, then he didn't care what the law literally said. The intent of the law was to protect children from being forced into having sex. And though he had a gut feeling nothing was wrong here, he felt it his responsibility to make really sure. Se he had to know the details, all of them.
“Sorry, Lucy. The full truth, is what I asked. I promise, if something is secret I will keep it a secret unless I really have no other choice but to tell. If nobody did bad things and nobody is in danger, then I'll keep your secret. Promise. But you must tell.”
Lucy once more looked sideways. Finally, Bridget hesitantly nodded her approval. That was apparently all that Lucy needed.

Okay then. So after that I touched myself every night, and sometimes even during the day. Bridget had warned me to only do it when I'm alone. So I did it every time I was alone, it felt too good not to do it. And then when I had a sleepover at Bridget's I really wanted to but I was not alone, I slept in her room. So I asked if she minded if I touch myself when we were in bed, and told her how much I liked it and that I wanted to do it all the time.
And then Bridget said that of course I can touch myself when it's just us. She already knew. And doing it together would maybe be even more fun. And then when I was rubbing I saw that Bridget looked at me, and she told me that I should look at her. That was weird at first. But then it made it even better! It felt naughty and good at the same time. And I saw her do things I did not know yet. Like putting the tip of her finger in. So I tried that too. It was so good. I don't know how long I kept rubbing, but eventually I got too tired and we slept.

And then the next day, Bridget said she knew something even better. I didn't believe her. But she said she could only tell me if I swore never to tell. And then she used her hands on me, and it felt so good. So very good. And then she even kissed me and I never felt so special as when Bridget kissed me while she rubbed me down there, and while her other hand touched my nipple. It was so good.
And then Bridget asked me to do the same for her, so I tried. I'm sure I was not very good, but Bridged looked happy and smiled all the way. And I was surprised how much fun it was for me to feel her down there. To see her smile or hear her moan, when I rubbed her button or slipped a finger in like she told me to.

And then, when we were both happy and tired, Bridget told me the real secret. She said that she is member of a super secret club. A club of girls who all love to play naughty games like we did. Sex games, she called them. I did not know what sex was then, I just knew it was something grown-ups do when they want children, so Bridget had to explain a lot of things. But then she asked if I wanted to be in the club. And I said yes. And that's how I joined the Kitten Club.

“Kitten Club?” Dylan interrupted, “I thought … well, first I thought it was real. Then I thought it's just a silly excuse you two made up to be together. And now … it makes no sense!”
“It's actually Young Pussy Club,” Bridget explained, “but we never call it that when people might hear it. That would be too obvious.”
“So … young pussy … kitten. Okay, I see. And that club is ...”
“A club of girls like me. And like Lucy. Girls that everyone says are too young to have sex, but still want to have sex. Who like it so much that we have a secret club, so we can get together more often and have all the sex we want.”
“And you were already a member, and then made Lucy a member too? So that you two could have sex?”
“So that she could have sex with all other club members. I recognized how much Lucy loved it and I knew that, just like me, she would need more partners than just me. I figured she'd need the club, just as much as I do. As all Kitten Clubbers do.”
“Okay, so I guess this is how it started for Lucy. But what about you, Bridget? How did it start for you?”
“Wait, let Lucy finish her story first. Then I'll tell mine. Okay?”

Well, my story is almost done anyway. You explained the club, and gave me the pin-back button to wear so other Kitten Clubbers can recognize me. And since then I have really discovered how much fun it is to have sex. I have learned to eat other girls. I learned how awesome it feels to be licked. I have been in twosomes, threesomes, larger groups. And I've been watching porn, lots of it. I often dream of being with a boy, but that hasn't happened yet.
So that's why I said I think I'm not lesbian. I dream about boys all the time. I want to touch a penis, know how it feels. I even want to put it in my mouth, like in those porn vods. I want to know how it feels to have one in me, because I think I will love it. I know this is not normal for girls my age. But it is normal for me. I like sex with girls and I want to try sex with boys.

But anyway. Yes, you walked in on us. And I get that you were upset, Dylan. But we do this all the time. Nobody gets hurt. We are just having fun. So please, don't tell mum and dad? They would never understand, and ground me for life, and tell me I can never see Bridget again.

Part 4: Bridget's story

Lucy and Bridget hugged, and Dylan felt a lump in his throat as he saw tears well in Lucy's eyes first, then in Bridget's. He quickly got up to get two glasses of water for the girls, and took the opportunity for a refill of his scotch. The girls gratefully accepted the glasses.
But then Bridget cleared her throat and started talking. Softly and insecure at first, but as she told her part of the story her confidence notably grew, and her voice got stronger and more confident.

My turn, I guess?
So yes. As Lucy told, I was already in the Kitten Club when she turned ten and I found out that she belonged in the club.
For me, it started when I was nine. And it started with Billy, my brother. He was twelve then. We had often been in the bath together, but since about a year or so he didn't want that anymore and never told me why. And he also stopped changing with his door open, like he always did before. This got me curious. He was hiding something. I wanted to know what. I remember thinking that perhaps he had a weird spot on his skin, or a wart, or something.

And then one day when he had taken a shower and went back into his room, he didn't fully close the door. So I sneaked into the hallway and peeked in. I saw that he now had some hairs at the base of his penis. And that it was bigger then I recalled. But nothing special. And then, just as I wanted to return to my own room, he grabbed it in his hand, and flopped it a bit, and then it got bigger. Much bigger, and it suddenly pointed up instead of hanging down.
Billy sat down on the bed, and I could see him. Sideways, sort of. Not really good, but good enough to still see his penis. And his hand now rubbing up and down. I had no idea what he was doing but it fascinated me so I stayed and watched better. I saw that he was looking at a magazine or so that he held in his other hand. I heard him pant and grunt a little. His hand rubbed faster and faster. And then he stopped and his back arched. And I saw his penis spasm a few times. And then he quickly shoved the magazine under his mattress and got dressed, and I went to my own room. I tried to understand what I had seen. But I had no idea.

The next day Billy went to a friend. I was still thinking about what I had seen, and I thought that I would perhaps understand if I looked at that magazine. So I went into his room and took it from under his mattress where he had put it.
You probably already understand that it was a porn magazine, but for me that was completely new. I looked at it, and I saw all the pictures of men and women, all naked. I saw the men with their penis stiff, like Billy had been. I saw women touch it like he had his. I saw women suck on a penis. And I saw men touch women, and suck women, and I saw … well, everything. You know. Fucking.

Bridget paused, as if expecting to be chastised for using the F-word. But Dylan just sat and listened. Once more, he had to fight off the urge to visualise Bridget leafing through a porn mag.

I still didn't understand it. But I got a real weird, tingly feeling down there. From looking at the pictures. From recalling how Billy rubbed his penis and seemed to enjoy it. How the women in the photos did the same, and they seemed to enjoy it and so did the men. And then the men rubbing the women down there, while they all looked so happy.
And then I realized, the pictures show that a man likes it when a woman touches his penis. But Billy also likes it when he touches his own penis. And the photos also showed that women like it when a man touched her coochie … that's how I called it then. So perhaps, if I touch my own coochie, I would also like it?

I put the magazine back, went to my room, and closed the door. Billy did it in secret, so clearly it had to be something secret. I got down on the bed, took off my shorts and panties, and touched myself. And I now know that I did almost everything wrong. But even so, it felt good, very good, and I suddenly understood why Billy did this. So I kept doing it ever since.

I also kept sneaking in and peeking when Billy forgot to close the door completely. At that time I thought he was careless. Now I sometimes think he knew I was watching and hoped that I would come in but didn't dare to ask. But I just watched, and then whenever I had watched him rub himself, I'd go to my room and rub myself and it would be even better as I imagined it was Billy rubbing me, and me rubbing him, like in the magazine. But I never dared to ask him. It never happened.

And I got … addicted is the word, I guess. I wanted to rub it all the time. And not even a month later I got caught.
It happened in school, after PE. We have a large communal shower where the girls shower after PE. I guess the boys have one too. Anyway, we were in the shower and I started to notice how cute all those other girls looked. I didn't really know how I looked but I looked at them and thought I must be sort of the same. And then I started thinking about rubbing myself. I wondered if all those other girls did that. And I started to feel tingly and wanted to rub myself. But because Billy always closed the door … well, sort of, anyway, I understood that it's private. So I felt tingly but didn't touch myself. But I wanted to and I felt I needed to. So I lingered, waited until all other girls were gone. They mocked me for being slow, but I didn't care. I waited, and when they were gone I started to rub. Eyes closed. Thinking about the other girls. About how it would be if Billy touched me. Or perhaps some of the girls. And how would it be for me to touch them?
And then I heard a voice: “Did I leave my … shit, Bridget, what are you doing?”

It was Emily. Not a very close friend, just one of the girls in my class. We were not friends, but we got along. She's not in school anymore now. Moved to another state.
Anyway, Emily. She had lost something, was looking for it, and walked in on me.
And she was the first to get calm again.
“Bridget, you need to be careful with that. Many people don't understand when children do that. Many grown-ups say it's bad and will even punish you.”

I asked her not to tell anyone. And then she told me that she does it too. Often. And she asked me what I was thinking about when I did it, and I told her. And then she smiled.
“So you fantasize how it feels if someone else rubs you? And how it feels to rub another girl? I know we are not the closest of friends. But if you come play at my home, I'll let you try it. Because it's fun to think about it, but even more fun to actually do it. Just promise not to tell anyone. Not even your bestest of best friends. Cross your heart, swear to die.”

So, I promised. Sorry, Lucy. I know we always said that we have no secrets but this was a cross your heart secret. And I really wanted to.

Lucy smiled..
“That's okay, Bridget. I think I would have done the same.”

Thanks, Lucy!
Anyway, Emily and I had our play date. And she showed me, and taught me, everything she knew. And that was a lot. We touched and rubbed. But she also licked me, and let me lick her. I thought it was gross at first, but I felt so good when she did it that it would be unfair not to give back. And then I noticed it's not gross at all. I loved licking almost as much as being licked. Almost.

Oh, and Emily even had a dildo. No idea how she got it, but she had one. And she used it to show me how a boy puts his penis in a girl. She actually showed me how she put the dildo in herself and then asked me to move it up and down while licking her.
She asked if I wanted to try too, but she warned me that it might hurt the first time so I said no. And then she just licked me once more.
And then, at the end of our play date, she told me about Kitten Club and made me a member.

I never thought Lucy would be a member too. It's weird. There were a few other girls who were members, and when I played with them we'd have sex all the time. And I also often played with Lucy, she's my bestie after all, but I never even thought about sex with her. I only ever talked about sex with other Kitten Clubbers. Girls I already knew, or girls who wore the pin-back button.
Until that night of her tenth birthday. When she asked about my crush, and told me about hers. All of a sudden I realized that perhaps Lucy had the same type of thoughts about boys that I had. I realized that perhaps she was rubbing herself as often as I did, and that's why I asked.
I was surprised when she said she didn't even know what it was. And then I knew I had to teach her. Or at least offer.
Well, you know the rest.

Dylan's tumbler was empty again. His head felt a bit blurry. That last one had definitely been one too many. It took a bit of effort for him to focus on the here and now.
“Thanks, Bridget. I believe you. And I believe Lucy. I believe you both were honest.”
He looked up, looking each of them straight into their eyes.
“Girls, you are not in trouble. I am sorry I forced you to tell your secrets. But I had to make sure that neither of you is being forced. That you are not forcing each other, and that nobody else is forcing you. Or has ever forced you. Often when young children are sexually active, it's because bad people have done bad things to them. Or even still do. And I am also sorry I walked in on you. I heard moaning and was concerned. But I still should have knocked. My bad, so sorry. But it happened, and then I know and I just had to force out your secrets. So I could protect you if needed. But it's not needed. You are just doing things you like, and that's okay, I think. So I won't tell anybody. And I'm sorry. Really, I am.”
Dylan stopped talking and mentally scolded himself for his blabbering. He really should have stopped drinking after the previous glass.

Part 5: So, now what?

The girls looked relieved.
“Thanks, Dylan,” Lucy said.
“Yeah, thanks. And you are right. We are both just having fun. All Kitten Clubbers are just doing stuff for fun. Nobody is forced. Ever.”
“Good,” was all that Dylan knew to answer. Stupid whiskey.
An awkward silence followed.

“So, now what?” Lucy finally asked.
Dylan shrugged.
“I don't know. Guess I'll just watch more telly. Anything you two want to watch?”
“Can we also go back to my room?”
“Yeah, guess so.”
“And can we then … you know, continue? With our Kitten Club games?”

Dylan sighed the deepest of sighs.
“No, you can't,” is what he wanted to say, “you can't because for me, knowing that the two of you are going at it, naked, with your beautiful underage bodies, so awesome, so close to me, so forbidden and out of reach … knowing that makes me hard, and horny, and I want to barge in, and watch, and join in, and kiss your tits and suck all girly juice out of your immature cunnies until you squirm and scream in orgasm and beg me to fuck you.”
But he couldn't say that. No way he could tell these girls how much they turned him on. And no way he could tell them not to finish what they started. But he had to find a way to control himself. Especially after all the alcohol. No way to tell what he'd do if he got even hornier.
He knew only a single possible solution, and he took it.

So, he said: “Yes, you can. You can play with your “kittens”. But you first need to show me where your bathroom is.”
“Well, there's a toilet right here down the hall. I think you already knew that?”
Lucy's face was one big question mark. She clearly had no idea why Dylan asked about a bathroom.
“Too small,” Dylan grunted, “I really need a bathroom.”
Lucy still looked confused, but Bridget's face lit up as she pieced the information together.
“He doesn't want to pee, Lucy. He wants to jack off. He's horny!”
“What? Really?”
Lucy looked at Dylan, disbelief written all over her face.
“Yes, goddammit. Yes, really. I'm horny. Seeing you going at it made me horny. Listening to your stories made me horny. And when you go to your room, and I know what you are doing, and I can still picture it from when I saw you two earlier, I'll be even more horny. So yes, I'm horny and I need to jack off.”

And then Dylan's mouth snapped shut. Startled at his own explosion. Annoyed at drinking too much. Afraid of the consequences. Had he startled the girls? Would they understand? Would they tell?
But Lucy just nodded in silent understanding. And Bridget smiled.
“Yeah, makes sense. When my parents go to their bedroom to 'discuss' something and then I hear the grunting and panting, I also get horny knowing what they are doing, and I have to touch myself because if I don't I'd just walk in and join in the fun.”
“Come, follow me.” Lucy then said.

Lucy took the stairs up, closely followed by Bridget. Dylan came last. Being behind and below the girls on the stairs, he could not resist the temptation to look up and admire how Bridget's cute little buttocks, tightly hugged by her black skirt, swayed as she ascended the steps.
Bridget sensed his glance. She stopped, looked down to catch Dylan's gaze.
“Like what you see?” she asked, while swaying her hips in an exaggerated sensuous motion.
Dylan's face turned beet red. But he knew he had been caught. With no way to deny it, he tried to admit and defuse.
“Hey, I know you're way too young. But you are already blossoming into two very beautiful young woman. I can't help admiring beauty.”
“And beating off to it,” Bridget teased. But then, as she saw how Dylan squirmed at the accusation, quickly added, “hey, just teasing you know. I like that you look at me. It's nice to know you think I am sexy.”
“Am I sexy too?” Lucy then chimed in. From his vantage point, Dylan could look straight into the leg opening of her shorts, all the way to her forbidden place where there was just not enough light to tell for sure whether she even wore panties at all. He felt his dick twitch at her gorgeous legs.
“You both are very sexy young girls,” Dylan admitted.
Bridget wiggled her butt once more in response, while Lucy blew him a kiss. Then they continued up the stairs.

“This is the bathroom,” Lucy announced as she opened the door opposite her room, “it's large enough, you can even shower later.”
“If you stay quiet, you might hear us,” Bridget added with a naughty smile, “perhaps that helps?”
“Or if you are loud, we will hear you. I wouldn't mind,” Lucy added.
“In fact … you know what ...”
Her voice trailed off and the girls exchanged glances. Dylan felt as if he was witness to a telepathic exchange, where only few words were needed and most was conveyed at another level.
“Are you thinking what ...”
“Yes. But what if ...”
“Do you dare to ask?”

And then Bridget turned to Dylan.
“Dylan, I want to ask something. But it's a bit weird. And you have to promise not to get mad.”
“Ooo … kaaayyy. … I guess?”
“Dylan, ...” Bridget paused, took a deep breath, “Dylan, can we watch?”
“Watch? Watch what?”
“Watch you. When you are … you know, jacking off?”
Lucy could no longer hold back.
“We never saw it. Not for real. On internet of course, but not a real one. I really want to see it. Can we please? You can watch us too, if you want?”
Bridget shushed her over-excited friend, then turned to Dylan.
“You said that you think we are sexy. You said that you get horny from picturing us playing with each other. You don't have to picture it. You can watch. Watch us, while you jack off. So we can watch you. It will be even better for you. And it will be even better for us.”
“But you promise that you never tell anyone, Dylan,” Lucy pleaded, “not even mum and dad.”

Dylan should have said no. But he couldn't. Not here, standing outside Lucy's room. He saw the rug on the floor that she previously had been laying on, arching her back in obvious pleasure as her young friend licked her young cunnie. In his mind, he recalled those glorious globes of Bridget's ass, subtly bobbing up and down as her body followed her lapping movement. He saw the shiny liquid on Bridget's fingers as she circled her clitoris. He imagined himself, standing behind them, beating his dick as the girls would look in awe at the size and shape of his fuckmeat. He imagined seeing Bridget push a finger slowly in her cunny, he imagined Lucy screaming a passionate orgasm. And then he imagined the girls turning to him, asking him to … He quickly shut off that thought, or he would have soiled his pants then and there.

His dick was raging. His mind was numb. His resistance was gone.
After all, he wasn't forcing them, right? They [/i]asked [i]him! And he would not touch them, they would just watch. They already watched porn. It was not like he would corrupt them, well at least not more than they already were.
And he didn't need to worry about them telling on him. In fact, they[/i] urged [i]him[/i] to keep it a secret, because they were afraid that [i]they could get in trouble. They would never tell, he was sure of that.
So why not? He wasn't hurting anyone, right?

And so, Dylan's foggy brain slowly reached its conclusion. He wanted to say something but his throat suddenly felt dry and the words would not come out, so he just nodded. But the girls saw his smile, saw him nod, and they jumped for joy.
“Yeah! Cool! Thanks, Dylan!”
“But you must pinkie swear, to really never tell anyone, ever,” Bridget clarified, as she held out her hand, her little finger extended. She extended her other hand to her side, where Lucy intertwined her pinky with Bridget's and then also extended a hand towards Dylan. Dylan locked his little fingers into those of the two girls.
“I solemnly swear that all that happens for the rest of the evening will forever and for always be a secret between only Lucy, Dylan, and me,” Bridget solemnly declared.
Lucy repeated the words, changing only the names: “I solemnly swear that all that happens for the rest of the evening will forever and for always be a secret between only Bridget, Dylan, and me.”
And then the girls looked expectantly at Dylan. After clearing his throat and two false starts, he finally managed to also complete the formula: “I solemnly swear that all that happens for the rest of the evening will forever and for always be a secret between only Lucy, Bridget, and me.”
“So it shall be or we will rot forever!” Bridget concluded, and then the girls released their hands, darted into Lucy's room while hastily unburdening themselves of their clothes.

Part 6: Splash zone

Surprised at the suddenly very fast development of the situation, Dylan just stood there, mouth agape, admiring the two now fully naked girls before him.
Bridget was the more child-like of the two. Her chest was still completely flat, with no sign at all of breast development. Her vulva was hairless, smooth as baby skin, her small slit fully exposed to Dylan's hungry eyes. Her naturally dark colour gave the impression of an all over tan.
Lucy was more developed, but not by much. Two white triangles on her well tanned chest drew extra attention to the tiny, soft looking buds that marked the start of what one day would be breasts. Her immature sex sported a patch of downy blonde hairs, insufficient to cover her immature sex but enough to show that this girls' body had started its change to adulthood.

“Well?” Bridget inquired. Hands planted in her sides, feet slightly apart, her face looking defiantly up to Dylan's still hungrily starting eyes, “Are you going to lose your clothes or are you going to just stand there and drool?”
“Yeah, take them off. I want to see your dick grow when you start jacking!” Lucy added.
“Too late for that,” Dylan mumbled. But he did start fidgeting with his belt. His fingers were trembling in anticipation, so much so that he was unable to open the button on his pants.
“Oh, let me!” Bridget impatiently said, as she brushed Dylan's useless hands aside and quickly opened the button, pushed down the zipper, and then started to push down Dylan's jeans. Lucy at the same time started on the buttons of his button down shirt, and Dylan just closed his eyes and enjoyed how her hand brushed the skin on his chest, how Bridget's hands stroked his legs as she pushed down his tight pants.
And then he opened them again as Lucy pushed his shirt over his shoulders and Bridget waited for him to lift his legs and step out of his pants.

Now reduced to his briefs only, the outline of his raging erection clearly visible through the tight fabric, he looked at the eager faces, as both girls kneeled before him, their eyes locked on his crotch. Lucy barely blinked, afraid as she was to miss anything. Bridget, probably unconsciously, licked her lips.
Dylan put his hands on the side of his briefs, then slowly pushed them down. His dick, too hard to budge, was pushed down too. Dylan teasingly stopped for a while, knowing the girls would now see the curls of his black pubic hair, knowing his dick was now pointing straight forward, causing his briefs to obscenely tent his full six and a half inches straight at the girls faces.

Bridget got impatient and decided he took to long. So she just grabbed his briefs and yanked them down. Dylan's hard erection got pulled down even further, then sprang free, slapped his belly, then fell down and bounced until it stabilized. Pointing slightly up, by about thirty degrees at the base, fifty near the tip due to the curvature of his member. The swollen dickhead of Dylan's circumcised prick had an angry purple colour due to the sheer amount of blood his body had directed there.
Lucy's mouth opened to form a silent “ooh”, as Bridget exhaled sharply.
“Wow,” she then added, “just like on the internet. But so much better for real.”
She licked her lips again, and Dylan noticed how Lucy subconsciously moved a hand toward his hard manhood, but then quickly moved it back, as her cheeks blushed. Seeing that made his dick twitch, and a drop of precum appeared at the top.
“It's beautiful,” Lucy whispered.

“Are you going to jack off now?” Bridget eagerly asked.
“I will,” Dylan responded, “but wasn't your plan that I jack off while watching you two have your fun together?”
Lucy needed no encouragement. Within a second, she was on her back on the rug. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her outer labia spread open by themselves, and Dylan was treated to a prime view of her folds. He saw the slightly engorged clitoris, emerging from its hood. He saw the delightful pinkness of her inner labia. And in between, a small dark opening, the virginal entrance of her underage vagina.
Dylan's cock jumped and twitched and it was all he could do to not cum right then and there. But he wanted this once in a lifetime opportunity to last. With great effort, he restrained himself.

His next ordeal came when Bridget got down on all fours in between Lucy's obscenely spread legs. He was once more directly facing her ass. Her globes looked so soft, yet so firm. That crack, the puckered hole in between … he just wanted to dive in, sniff it, lick it. And the slit underneath, how great would it feel to gently probe her opening with a finger. Then add one more, and another, and then insert his …
He forced himself to stop thinking like that. It wasn't going to happen anyway. Being allowed to jack off while these girls were going at it was already more than he had ever dared to wish for, he was not going to throw away this opportunity by overstepping his boundaries. He closed his eyes and pictured Miss Anderson, his middle school maths teacher. By now the only way to prevent a spontaneous ejaculation.

“Wait,” Bridget objected, “I want to see this too. When I go down on you, Lucy, I can't see Dylan jacking himself. That's not fair!”
“Can't you just alternate, Bridget? Lick me for a bit, then turn your head to watch Dylan, then lick again?”
“And I'll warn you when I'm about to cum,” Dylan added, properly sensing that she would not want to miss seeing the first real ejaculation in her life.
Bridget nodded her approval, but didn't move. She obviously wanted to see the start. So Dylan spit in his hand for lubrication, fisted his cock, and started pumping his meat in slow, deliberate movements, making sure to give the girls ample opportunity to see what he did.
“Aaaahhh,” Dylan groaned, as he felt the familiar pleasure of stroking his hard cock. He took in and enjoyed every detail of the two gorgeous pre-teens before him, their faces mesmerized as they watched in awe. But at the same time he tried to not get carried away by the situation. Tried to recall and visualize every wart and every stain on Miss Anderson's wrinkly face.

After a short while, Lucy tapped Bridget's shoulder to remind her of her duties. Bridget turned her head away from Dylan's action, down towards Lucy's young snatch that was already wet from anticipation.
Soon she kissed all along the tight slit, pushed her tongue gently between the folds, licked her young friend's small clitoris, and sucked the copiously flowing juices straight out of her little hole. Lucy responded by increased moaning, and arching her back, just as Dylan had already seen before. She grabbed her friend by her hair and pushed her face hard into her immature sex.
One of Bridget hands found its way to Lucy's chest, to those tiny buds that were growing there. She started to eagerly massage the developing glands. Her other hand was on her own cunny, where she alternated rubbing small circles around her love button with pushing a finger deep into her immature fuck hole. Deep enough to convince Dylan that she was not a virgin.

Dylan had stopped pumping his meat. He was simply too mesmerized by the show the young girls were giving him. At first nobody noticed, because Bridget had her face buried between Lucy's legs, and Lucy had her eyes closed as she was immersed in the pleasure her friend's tongue gave her.
But then she opened her eyes and looked at Dylan.
“Keep pumping, Dylan. I want to see. I want you to cum, and I want to see it.”

Dylan resumed his hand movements. He saw Lucy's eager eyes, transfixed on his dick. He saw her small breasts, heard her moans. He also heard the slurping noises Bridget produced. Looking down, he saw her small cunt, as she was now pumping two fingers hard in and out of her fucktube. And directly above that, in between her slightly parted ass cheeks, her tiny rosebud. Aimed directly at where Dylan was, in the most inviting possible position.
“Cum for us!” Lucy once more implored, “shoot your sperm on us.”
It was too much. He had wanted this to last but he could not hold back any longer.

“Cumming!” Dylan grunted, as he felt his balls get ready. Bridget quickly turned her head, just in time to see the first rope of sticky white semen burst from Dylan's cock. The fluid shot forcefully in the air, in the upwards direction Dylan held his staff. It flew up a bit, seemed to hang still in suspension, then gravity got a grip on Dylan's hot sperm, and it fell down, landing with a soft splash on Bridget's back.
The next spurt had already started its trip to the same destination. Four, five, six more followed. All headed in the same direction, but each with less force than the previous one. The first one had made it all the way to Bridget's neck, staining her brown pink curls. The rest covered all of the brown skin on her back, and the last few drops actually landed in the crack of her ass. They slowly trickled down. past her rosebud, across her perineum. They appeared to try to make their way into the young girls' vagina, reaching for their intended destination. But gravity never released its grip, so eventually those drops reached the clitoris, clung to it for a while, and then fell down on the floor.

Part 7: Clean up the mess

Dylan was panting, trying to recover from one of the strongest cums he could recall. The girls were silent, awed by what they had seen.
Lucy was the first to break the spell. She got up on her elbows to get a good view of Bridget's back, where puddles of sticky semen were clinging together. She then extended a hand, dipped a finger in one of the puddles, and tentatively brought it to her mouth.
She made a face at the unexpected tangy taste, but then still dipped her finger again for another try.
“Is that … are you tasting his sperm?” Bridget informed, “how is it?”
“I dunno. Didn't like it first, but now that I get used to it … kinda nice, I guess.”
She dipped her finger again, brought it to Bridget's mouth so she could taste. The next sample went to her own mouth again.
“Definitely starting to like it,” Lucy commented, as she scooped up another, larger sample.

And then she repositioned beside Bridget and started licking the puddles of sperm directly from her friend's back.
Bridget arched her arm to try to locate some sperm and taste more of it herself, but then she realised there was a better way. She looked at Dylan, beckoned him closer, then without hesitation lapped across the length of his deflating sticky cock, scooping up the sperm that was dripping across its length. She lapped again. And again. And then she opened her mouth and engulfed him directly.
“Wait, are you blowing him?” Lucy asked. She sounded surprised, and a bit jealous.
“I'd call it cleaning,” Dylan panted, “but it's almost the same. And it feels good!”
Bridget did not reply. She was too busy sucking all the sperm off Dylan's spent cock, while Lucy cleaned the last spots on her back.

Soon Dylan's cock was back to full hardness. A satisfied moan escaped his mouth and his hands reflexively found Bridget's curly hair, stroked it, then caressed her cheeks. Lowering his hands a bit further, his fingers found Bridget's nipples on her flat chest. He gently rubbed them and massaged them between his thumb and finger, and Bridget responded with a very happy humming sound, that made her mouth vibrate on Dylan's twitching cock.
Lucy was done licking Bridget's back. She got up and looked at the situation. Her face showed discontent and impatience. She felt left out of the action, and didn't see an easy way to get involved.

Dylan noticed Lucy's impatience.
“Bridget,” he panted, “I think Lucy wants some too. Can you share?”
A soft pop sounded as she slid her mouth off his hard stave without opening her lips. Then she looked at Lucy and smiled.
“Sorry Lucy. Here, have a try. The sperm is gone but there's a new taste now and it's great too!”
“That's my precum,” Dylan explained, vaguely gesturing a hand towards his manhood as another drop of that very substance emerged from its head.
Lucy hesitated for just a few seconds, but then decidedly opened her mouth and enveloped as much of his length as she could in one go. She held for a few seconds, then let go of his meat.
“Hmmm, good indeed,” she agreed.

The next few minutes, nobody spoke. The only sounds were Dylan's panting and moaning, and the slurping sounds of two girls alternating their oral attention to his rock hard cock. Dylan had placed one hand on the chest of each girl, savouring the soft firmness of Lucy's developing breast and the childlike flatness of Bridget's chest at the same time.
He noticed that Bridget was masturbating Lucy's young sex with one hand, and Lucy was returning the favour. Lucy's other hand lovingly stroked Dylan's ass, while Bridget used her free hand to cup his balls or stroke the base of his cock.

Soon, much too soon, Dylan felt his next orgasm approach.
“I'm going to cum soon, girls!” he croaked, as the movements of his hands on their chests became faster and disjointed.
Bridget immediately released her mouth from his cock.
“Do you want to finish him off and take the first spurt, Lucy?” she offered her friend, “But you must promise to switch before he's done, 'kay?”
Lucy eagerly nodded, then took Dylan in her mouth. She sucked hard enough to get dimples in her cheeks, bobbed up and down, and used her free hand to caress Dylan's heavy balls, as Bridget pumped the base of his cock, in sync with Lucy's head movements.

Dylan normally was not a screamer when cumming, but this orgasm hit him with such unexpected force that he couldn't help himself.
“Oh. Ooohh. Aaaaahhhh!!!!! Cumming! Cummiingggg!!!!! Oh. My. Goooohhddd!”
And then his dick erupted, coating the back of Bridget's throat with his semen. She tried to swallow Dylan's load down, as she had seen in videos, but she lacked the practice. Most of Dylan's second spurt overflowed her mouth, causing thick gobs of sperm to flow out of her mouth, onto her chin.
Bridget quickly moved her head away, and Lucy swooped in. Just in time to catch Dylan's third wad on her tongue. The fourth spurt landed deeper, right into her throat.
Bridget continued to suck, but didn't get more than a last few drops. She made up for it by carefully cleaning Dylan's deflating dick, all the way to its base. And then she continued to suck her friend's face clean.

Dylan was fully spent. He watched as the girls repositioned for a sixty-nine. He knew that it would be hot to watch, and a small voice in his head tried to convince him to stay. To try to get erect again. Who knows what else he'd be invited to share.
But that voice was drowned by his fatigue. He was completely spent. Out of energy, and too full of new impressions and experiences to have room for more.

So Dylan excused himself. He briefly interrupted the girls to give each a passionate kiss on the mouth, tasting the distinct taste of his own sperm, mixed with the sweetness of young girl pussy juice. Then he went to the bathroom, cleaned up, put his clothes back on, went back downstairs and dropped down in the chair. His ear registered soft moaning and giggling sounds from upstairs. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sound.

An hour later, the front door opened. Rita and Hercule had returned. The girls were by now sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a Disney movie while equipped with a glass of coke and a bowl of chips. Dylan left the living room to greet Rita and Hercule in the hallway.
“No problems, I hope?” Hercule informed.
“Nothing. They were good all the time.”
“Hey!” Rita then remarked, surprised, “what's that you are wearing? Is that one of those cat club pin-back buttons?”
“Kitten Club,” Dylan smiled, “and yes. I showed some interest and played along with their club games and they seemed to like it. They made me an honorary kitten club member.”

“And we're not done playing yet!” Bridget piped in from the living room.
“Yeah. Can Dylan come over again next time you two go out?” Lucy added.

Epilogue

Dylan Lewis was back home, propped behind his laptop. But he couldn't focus on work.
So much had changed since his neighbours' request, just a few hours ago. And to think he almost had not opened because he expected it to be someone trying to convert him.

He chuckled:
“Well, in a way I am converted.”
He picked up the pin-back button he had laid on his desk earlier, smiled as he looked at the letters and the drawing, and then carefully attached it back to his shirt.