Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Pour Me A Dream, And Make It A Double
Summary: An overworked man winds down at a bar with a drink that can supposedly grant wishes. The next morning proves it true as he wakes up in the body of a fifth grader. He takes the transformation surprisingly well.  
Keywords: Mg gg ped oral exhib magic

Pour Me A Dream, And Make It A Double

It had already been a long week for Casey Hayes, and it was only Wednesday. He worked a usually boring as death office job, but there had been a large acquisition recently. All the details were finally being hammered out and the powers that be decided it was his department that would take up all the slack, meaning every one of them suddenly had their workload triple. Today was the worst day of the week by far, so after showering and pulling on some fresh clothes Casey walked to the bar a short ways down the road so he could relax and drink about his problems.

10PM rolled around and Casey was feeling pretty happy when he decided this would be his last drink before heading home to prepare himself for the nightmare tomorrow would surely bring. While perusing the bottles of various brown liquors he spotted one he hadn't recognized so he called over the bartender and asked about it.

"Oh this," Denise, one of the regular weeknight bartenders commented, "Glen Aisling, supposed to be fancy stuff."

"That right?" Casey asked.

"Yup. Get this, the slogan for this stuff is 'Glen Aisling, what dreams are made of', how's that for full of yourself," the barmaid chuckled.

"Alright, yeah," Casey said. "Gimme a double."

"Will do, chief," Denise answered, "but I gotta warn you, they claim it makes your dreams come true," she chuckled as she shook her head before pouring off a couple fingers. "They're really sniffing their own farts over at Glen Aisling, ain't they?"

"Heh, yeah," Casey laughed along with her as she slid him the drink. "Wow!" Casey exclaimed after taking a pull, "This is actually some real quality shit. No lie. I may have a new favorite Scotch."

"Glad you think so," Denise said with a shake of the head. "Hasn't been selling too great despite good reviews.

"Dunno why," Casey mused as he enjoyed the rest of his drink. He let out a sigh and closed his weary eyes for a moment. Just then he remembered what Denise said about it making dreams come true, so he tried visualizing one on the spot. For a few moments he had trouble thinking of something till an image coalesced in his mind's eye. An image of a beautiful little girl. He felt as though he were looking at her. The image further clarified and Casey realizes that no, he isn't just looking at her, he's fucking this breathtaking preteen. Casey shook his head and the dream was no more. "Alright, Denise, I gotta head home, cash me out darlin' and drop yourself a tenner?"

"Sure thing, Casey," Denise responded.

The trip from bar to home was over in the blink of an eye. Just as quickly Casey found himself wrapped up in bed despite it being a couple hours before he intended on sleeping. Ohh well, he mused, let the nightmare cometh."

Casey's eyes fluttered open the following morning and he looked around in a sleepy haze. His mind told him his room was rather pink, but he knew that wasn't the case, his room being mostly boring dark colors, so he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and checked again. Nope, the room was still pink. On top of that, looking down he found himself under a Disney princess comforter, also pink, on a bed much small than it should have been. Startled he threw himself from bed to find himself standing in what is definitely a little girl's room. And even more curious, he's looking at this girl's room from a vantage point a good foot closer to the ground than it ought to be.

His breath coming in gasps now he looked around and spied a full length mirror in the corner of the room. He rushed towards it and was given the shock of a lifetime to see a beautiful little girl looking back at him. After doing the requisite few motions at the mirror to verify that the little girl in question was indeed he Casey stopped to think about the situation. The little girl in the mirror looked vaguely familiar somehow yet he was sure he did not know her. He racked his brain as he studied her. She was slim, but somewhat athletic with downright breathtaking facial features, long blonde hair, she turned and looked over her shoulder to note a pleasantly plump little rear end. Then it dawned on him... rather on her. She was the little girl he had pictured himself fucking last night after drinking the Glen Aisling.

After a few minutes she finally accepted the situation for what it was, no matter how impossible it seemed. Then, as if a light bulb went off over her head she grabbed the hem of her nighty and pulled it up over her head and off in one fluid motion. Wearing just a pair of tight pink panties now the little girl inspected herself in the mirror. Her chest was almost completely undeveloped, but yes, there was some semblance of growth. What she lacked in actual breast flesh though, she more than made up for with her nipples, each one nearly the size of a cherry. They looked almost obscene capping her pathetically flat chest. She brought her hands up to them and gently pinched them. A wave of bliss rushed over her so she gave them a harder tweak, then an even harder one. She gasped aloud as a feeling like lightning blasted through her body from her nipples to her crotch and back again.

Her crotch!

She ran one hand down and over the front of her flimsy panties, still taken aback by her complete lack of male genitalia, as the other hand continued to tweak her left nipple. With another quick motion the cute preteen girl hooked two fingers of each hand into her panties and shoved them off of herself with the sort of gusto a pedophile would give to such action. Wonder why that was...

Completely nude now she grabbed the chair from her vanity and pulled it over to the corner of the room with the mirror. She took a seat in the chair only inches from the mirror, legs spread wide to allow herself to fit in the tight confines. Her eyes were fixed on the reflection of her immature pussy as she slowly started rubbing it. She was surprised how quickly her little box heated up and in only a moment she was letting out little gasps and sighs as her hand started moving faster over her most sensitive flesh. Knowing more than a child of her age should the little girl started focusing her stimulation towards the top of her slit. Not having a cunny of her own till this very day it took her a little bit to manage it, but sure enough her clitoris began to appear as the rest of her slit moistened to a surprising degree. At this point the adorable little girl was breathing hard, her brow sweating, but nothing was going to stop her from this goal.

With her left hand she pulled back the hood of her clit as far as she could and with her right she grabbed at it roughly. As her fingers pinched closed upon it the little girl squealed with pleasure and bucked in her chair. Her surprise reaction wrenched her clitoris from her grasp. Again she gazed at the reflection, noting that her baby clitoris had further increased in size, her left hand still holding the hood back. Getting a naughty idea the cute preteen used two fingers of her right hand to just slap her clit back and forth. Each time her fingers contacted her flesh she let out a grunt, then sighed before the finger switched directions and bashed her pleasure nub from the other side. At this point she was nearing her first climax as a little girl, her fingers a blur as her body trembled and what can only be described as a guttural moan issues forth from her mouth. Then in an instant her moan turned to a squeal and then a continuous gasp as her body locked up and the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced (including every male orgasm of her past life) washed over her. She pulled her fingers away from her now far too sensitive cunny and rode the wave till it crashed, leaving her body a limp, sweaty, panting mass.

Several minutes passed before she was able to look up and, curious as ever, she surveyed the damage in the mirror. She was absolutely blown away by the sheer volume of cunt cream her still rather immature looking pussy produced. Immature, that is, except for her still engorged clitoris, which was easily the size of an adult woman's. Huh, that and her nipples she thought, such a curious body I have. Aware of how messy she was (and for that matter how the whole room reeked of her cunny) the young girl wiped the cream off of herself, brought her fingers up and eagerly licked them clean. I'm delicious she thought as she sucked each finger in turn till there is no sign of her discharge. Back when she was a man he really enjoyed pleasuring women orally and none of them tasted anywhere near as good as she did now.

Considering the sweat she just worked up the cute preteen decided now was a great time to shower. While in the shower she considered what her life would be like from now on. Can't go back to work, what with having to be an adult to do that. She began to worry what she'd do about finances, only having a few thousand dollars left between checking and savings. After the shower she wrapped herself in a towel and made a beeline for the PC. Bringing up her bank's web site she prepared to type in the email address to the account she had in her past life, but her fingers type out SassyCassie33 instead. Interest piqued she entered the password that came naturally to her and logged in. Sure enough the credentials were good. The name on the account was Cassandra Hayes. I must go by Cassie, she thought then she started checking her accounts. Her hand went numb and her jaw dropped as she noted that her checking account was hovering just over $200,000. Just for shits and giggles she checked what the savings account showed and was dumbfounded for the second time in a minute when she saw a balance of about $12 million. I guess money is no problem then, she thought.

"OK, what to do with my life then..." Cassie wondered aloud Realizing her new self had a bank account she figured she must have other accounts. Choosing the most obvious she aimed the browser at facebook.com and let her fingers log her in. Sure enough she's on there, too, and after just a bit of digging she discovered that she was in the fifth grade at Pinewood Elementary School. Cassie looked at the clock and noted that it was 7:17AM. "Guess I'm going to school today," she chuckled to herself before turning back to the PC to find out when her bus would arrive. Noting that she had about 20 minutes Cassie headed back to her bedroom to pick out clothes for the day.

Checking her drawers and closets Cassie pulled on a pair of mint green panties, these also just a bit too small, thus skin tight, and a plain white training bra. "Gotta hide these freakish nips," she laughed. With the underwear situation handled Cassie considered what to wear over them and as she went through her clothing she realized she was gravitating towards the sort of clothes she'd appreciate a girl like her wearing if she were still a 36 year old man. Deciding to just roll with it she pulled on a pair of blue shorts that were also just a bit too small, causing them to hug her near complete lack of curves nicely while barely covering the mint green panties beneath. For her top Cassie pulled on a spaghetti strap cami that was actually a few sizes too large. This choice made it all but impossible to hide her boring little training bra. She checked herself in the mirror and blushed a little as her cunny spasmed. Yes, this will do.

With eight minutes left Cassie grabbed a strawberry Pop Tart and a bottle of OJ before heading out the door to the bus stop. A few minutes later, just as she finished off the last of her pop tart, the bus came rolling around the corner and stopped in front of her. Cassie stepped on and began waking down the aisle. Remembering what it was like when she was a kid, Cassie was intent on sitting in the back, where the cool kids rode (assuming nothing had changed in elementary school politics since the 90s). She was near the end of the free seats when a hand shot up and waved at her. Cassie looked that way and had a vague feeling of recollection upon seeing the dark haired girl doing the waving. Casey had no idea who she was, but clearly Cassie did. She sat down with her and the other girl began chatting away a mile a minute. Cassie did the best she could to contribute to the conversation, but mostly just listened. In not very much time at all the bus pulled in to the parking lot of Pinewood Elementary and the children filed off.

The school day wasn't yet set to begin so Cassie and her friend both headed off to the playground and claimed adjacent swings. A few minutes in and Cassie was giggling as she pumped herself higher and higher. Such a simple pleasure and she was getting the most out of it. Clearly she had spent too much of her time lately as an adult. All too soon a bell rang signifying this pre class recess was over. Cassie followed her apparent best friend to the door and inside. The girls, along with the rest of the fifth grade class, funneled into a room at the end of the hall. Cassie waited till everyone else took their seats before claiming the only empty spot. A moment later the teacher entered the room and took her seat at the front of the room. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started taking attendance. Cassie made sure to answer promptly when she heard her name. Just a moment later she learned that her apparent best friend was named Violet Murphy. What a relief, she could actually call the girl something.

After roll call and The Pledge of Allegiance the teacher got the class right to work on the day's English lesson. Cassie had no problem with this, having learned this stuff a couple decades ago, and for that matter that her job way back yesterday when she was still Casey had him writing up proposals for any number of company maneuvers, including the very acquisition that led to the increased workload which prompted him to grab the double of Scotch that lead him to be a her and right here in the first place. The teacher was apparently very surprised by Cassie's participation and performance, so she tried to lay off a bit as the lesson wound down. An hour and a half after class began the bell rang again and the class erupted as everyone raced to the door. Cassie got up and followed the rest of the class out. She met up with Violet in the hallway and the other girl, slightly taller than Cassie but with a build very similar to her own, grabbed Cassie's hand and dragged her out of the building, giggling as she ran.

"Wait, WAIT!" Cassie yelled at her friend, who stopped almost dead, causing Cassie to slam into her.

"S'up?" Violet asked.

"There someplace private we can talk?" Cassie asked.

Violet gave her friend a quizzical look before replying "duh," and nodding towards the corner of the school. Cassie followed her as the two of them rounded the corner and in short order found themselves in the weather shelter that led to the school's basement. "Alright, Cass, what gives?"

"Well," Cassie began, "before I say anything, this stays between the two of us, kay?"

"Sure, sure," Violet agreed. "Now out with it."

"Alright," Cassie began, "now this is going to sound absolutely nuts, but I assure you it's legit." Stopping to think how to begin Cassie finds a good place. "How long have we known each other?"

"Since Kindergarten," Violet answers. "What kinda dumb question is that?" She is clearly a little annoyed.

"See, that's the thing..." Cassie starts, "We haven't."

"The hell you talking about, girl?"

"I told you this is going to sound crazy," Cassie continued, "but up till last night I was a 36 year old man." 

Violet erupts with laughter. "Have you lost your shit, Cass? We've been friends for years and in none of that time were you some old man."

"I knew you wouldn't believe me, but here me out," Cassie replied, trying to think of another way to approach it. "Ohh ohh, OK, I bet you got a bank account right, like, your parents made you one, maybe?"

"Yeah, of course."

"And how much is in there?" Cassie inquired. "Probably a few hundred bucks, maybe a grand, right?"

"Sounds about right," Violet answered.

"Ok, how about this," Cassie said as she brought out her phone, showing her friend the balance of her checking account.

"Haha, come on, you expect me to believe you've got that much in the bank?" Violet laughed. "Photoshop much?"

"Straight from the web," Cassie declared matter-of-factly as she clicked the link to her savings and allowed Violet  to watch the page load.

"Holy shit, what gives?" Violet asked enthusiastically.

"I tried telling you before," Cassie responded. "Straight up freakin' magic."

"I suppose that would explain you suddenly participating in class earlier. Now assuming I believe you," Violet said, "HOW?"

"OK, well this is going to sound silly," Cassie assured her friend, "magic scotch."

"Magic whatnow?"

"Scotch, tasty brown liquor," Cassie answered. "The stuff they serve in bars."

"Haha, that is silly," Violet chuckled, "my best friend's a 36 year old drunk."

"I'm not a drunk! It's been a hard week," Cassie replied defensively. "I usually don't even drink till the weekend, but there was a huge merger and somehow everything fell on my department, so yeah, I had a few drinks on a Wednesday night, so what?"

"So what is that still doesn't explain what happened, why you're a little girl instead of at your job right now. Again, assuming this tale of yours is true."

"Oh, right," Cassie muttered. "Anyway... the Scotch was supposed to make dreams come true. That's what the slogan said, anyway."

"And you dreamed of being a little girl?" Violet giggled.

"Not exactly," was Cassie's vague answer.

"What then?"

"You swear you won't tell, right?" Cassie asked.

"Cross my heart," Violet responded, looking quite sincere.

"Alright... well..." Cassie started hesitantly, "I sorta wished to fuck a little girl."

"Well... that's heavy," Violet says.

"Yeah, I know," Cassie said "and here's the thing... the little girl I pictured myself, you know... Now I look exactly like her! I am literally my very own preteen sex dream come true."

"That's fucked, Cassie," Violet stated. "Serves you right, ya pedo."

"Yeah, kin- HEY!" Cassie retorted defensively.

"So, what now?" Violet asked her apparently one day old ten year old friend.

"Still keeping it to yourself, yeah?" Cassie inquired solemnly.

"Not a word, girl."

"OK, good, cause the thing is..." Cassie began, taking care to select the right words. "I know there are more people out there like me. Not like me like adults who accidentally wished themselves into children, but I mean just normal men who are attracted to... well... younger people."

"Where you going with this, Cass?" Violet asked.

"I know, I know, it's crazy," Cassie replied, "but I think I can make an awful lot of guys very happy."

"Girl, you're absolutely nuts," Violet scoffed. "You know that, right?"

"Yeah..."

"OK, so how about you just think it over, ohh and how about the two of us get back to recess and have a little fun before time is up."

"OK," Cassie agreed. The two of them walked back around the building and started in on some actual recess fun, joining a game of tag already in progress. After about ten minutes of invigorating play the recess bell rang again and the kids marched back into the building.

The rest of the school day went as one would expect, with Cassie working about as hard at her work as she thought everyone would expect of her. Lunch was by far the best meal Cassie had enjoyed in the past month at least, it being lasagna and apple crisp for dessert. That alone made Cassie think maybe being a kid again would be real nice. Cassie and Violet spent the entire second recess playing almost as if the conversation earlier in the day never happened. It wasn't too long till the final bell rang and the school emptied out, most of the kids piling on to one of the busses. Cassie followed Violet, ensuring she boarded the right one and the two of them grabbed an empty seat about half way back.

"So Violet, I dunno if you believe me yet," Cassie began, "but I think I got a way to strengthen my case. Can you come to my house after school?"

"Yeah, no prob," Violet answered, "you would know this if you weren't born yesterday, but my parents don't get home till like six."

"OK, so I guess you are getting on board at least," Cassie said. "That's a relief. For this to work though I gotta warn you... you might get in trouble. That cool?"

"Ohh, now you've got me," Violet chuckled, "I'm down."

"Kay, good."

A few minutes later the two girls got off the bus outside Cassie's house. Instead of leading her friend inside though, Cassie started down the street. A few moments later the girls were standing outside the bar Casey had visited the night before. Cassie peeked inside and was relieved to see Denise standing behind the bar and the joint empty.

"Alright, Violet, now or never," Cassie called as she grabbed her friend's hand tight, fingers laced, and dragged her along and into the bar. Denise looked up from the magazine she was reading and spotted the two kids.

"The hell are you two doing in here?" the woman shouts. "There's no kids allowed in here."

"Take it easy, Denise," Cassie responds evenly.

"And how the hell do you know my name?"

"You wouldn't believe me, but I was in here last night," Cassie answered. "Now the two of us will be going as soon as you tell my friend here what the slogan is for the Glen Aisling Scotch."

"Fine, whatever," the bartender stated, not quite as annoyed as she was earlier. "It's 'Glen Aisling, what dreams are made of', does that help you?"

Violet's jaw dropped upon hearing that. "See, told you," Cassie cackled.

"W...wait a second," Denise called out to the girls before they left. "You really were here last night, weren't you?"

The girls turned back to face the adult. "Yeah, I was," Cassie stated somewhat flatly.

"As soon as you asked about the Glen Aisling I had a... like a feeling of déjà vu. You were a regular, weren't you?" Denise asks the ten year old.

"In a different life I was," Cassie answered. "I'll see you later, Denise."

"Buh bye," the barmaid replied, a dumbfounded look on her face.

Conversation over the two girls left the corner bar. "Holy fucking shit!" Violet shouted as soon as the two of them were out of earshot of the bar. "You're fucking legit, this is goddamned incredible."

"Yeah, I suppose it is kinda neat," Cassie agreed as the two of them walked to her house. "So, like, you still wanna be friends?"

"Whataya mean?" Violet asked, confusion written on her face.

"I mean, now that you know it's true," Cassie said. "I mean... I look like a little girl for sure, but I'm really not."

"Sure you are," Violet answered before giving Cassie a big hug. "You're the same girl you were yesterday, as far as I'm concerned. And that girl was my best friend. Who cares what you are up in that noodle of yours," Violet poked Cassie's forehead for emphasis. "Aren't you excited to be a kid again?"

"You know... I kinda am," Cassie replied as a smile played across her face.

"So what now?" Violet asked her friend.

"I dunno," Cassie responded, "I'm pretty new to this whole being a little girl thing. What do you think?"

"Well, I still have a couple hours before I need to be home," Violet began. "You have any good toys or anything? Video games maybe? I'm realizing that the house I'm picturing you living in might be nothing like what I remember."

"I dunno," Cassie answered, "but I think I saw a Switch in my living room before I went to school. Wanna play that?"

"Sure sure,"

About that time the girls reached Cassie's house and the two of them entered. After grabbing a couple of snacks from the kitchen the two of them plopped down on the couch in front of Cassie's impressively large TV and began playing Mario Kart.

"You think any more about your plans 'n stuff?" Violet asked after a few races.

"Little bit," Cassie just lets her response hang.

"Yeah, and?" Violet prods.

"I mean," Cassie started, "I still wanna do it, but I dunno how."

"You sure 'bout that?" Violet asked, a wide grin splayed across her impish face.

"What?" Cassie asks exasperated.

"Come on, Cass, you see the way you're dressed, right?" Violet chuckled as she waved at Cassie's tight shorts and very loose top. "I'm pretty shocked Mrs. Tanner didn't say anything. Now I don't have any experience in this department, but if I were an adult man with those kinds of urges I'd notice you for sure."

Cassie just laughed for a moment. "So... what do you think?"

"Well I already told you, I think it's crazy," Violet told her friend honestly. "But this whole situation is crazy, so maybe it makes the most sense."

"I'm really excited just thinking about it," Cassie confessed.

"So, what, like now?" Violet asked. Cassie just gave her a sideways smile and stuck out her tongue. "OMG, I can't believe you, Cass!" Violet exclaims, "You really do wanna do this."

"Soooo...." Cassie drew out her question, "should I try the park, or the mall, or what?"

"Well, I should be heading home soon, but I bet the park near my house would be a good place," Violet replied. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm suggesting places for my best friend to seduce men."

"Come on, Violet," Cassie said in a strangely serious tone, "It's not like that. I mean, look at me, I'm not going to have to do much of any seducing," She lost herself in laughter as she finished her sentence.

"Girl, you are an odd one," Violet mused. "Guess we should head out, eh?" Game plan settled the two girls hopped off the couch and headed out the door, Cassie locking it behind her. For the next few minutes the two just talked normal girl stuff and for a moment Cassie almost forgot who she used to be, finding it easier and easier to settle into the role of elementary school student. They finally reached the park and while not particularly busy it had a decent number of people. Trying to suss out a mark the girl acted like they were playing as they moved most of the way around the lot.

"I think I see one, Cass," Violet called as the two do a silly dance near the tennis court.

"The guy near the bike rack?" Cassie asked.

"Yeppers," Violet confirmed, "he's had his eye on us since we got here.

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this," Cassie giggled.

"You don't have to, ya know," Violet said, giving her friend an out in case she wanted it.

"I know that, Violet," Cassie responded. "I WANT to."

"Wow, I guess you're psyched, huh?"

"Mmm hmm," Cassie confirmed. "Now the two of us are gonna walk his way like we're leaving, then I'm gonna say goodbye to you right in front of him, kay?"

"Sure, sure. It's your plan," Violet agreed.

And with that the two preteens put the simple but direct plan into action. A moment later they're in front of the man, a non-threatening looking fellow in about his mid 20s with short brown hair and a slim build. "OK, I'll see you tomorrow," Cassie exclaimed loudly as she hugged her friend."

"Bye now," Violet responded before turning to exit the park.

After her friend left Cassie took a seat on the other side of the bench from where her mark was sitting. A moment later she began swinging her legs playfully, noting that her mark was giving her a sideways glance, clearly trying to keep himself from being noticed. Her lips curled into a smile before she spoke. "It's OK, mister," Cassie giggled, "I know you like to look."

"Huh," the man gasped, taken by surprise, "I wasn-"

"Sure you were," Cassie interrupted before the man had a chance to explain himself. "You were looking and that's just fine. I'm not gonna tell anyone," Cassie assured him.

"You're... you're not?" The man asked, already thrown off by the odd behavior of the little girl on the bench with him.

"Not so long as you keep talking," Cassie continued. "Tell me, there, um..." Cassie snapped her fingers.

"Tyler," the man responded, suddenly feeling very stupid for telling the cute little girl seated next to him his real name.

"OK, tell me, Tyler," Cassie began her interrogation, "What were you watching?"

"I was watching you and your friend playing," Tyler answered immediately.

"That's not what I mean," Cassie scolded the adult seated to her left. "Tell me specifically what you were looking at and why."

"Ummm..." Tyler hesitated.

"Yes?" Cassie prodded.

"Your butt!" Tyler blurted out before comically slapping his hands over his mouth. He relaxed his shoulders, pulled his hands from his face and more calmly reiterated, "I was looking at your butt."

"Good," Cassie told the man in a soothing tone. "Why my butt? Just my butt or my friend's too?"

"You're..." Tyler hesitated yet again. "You're a very pretty girl and I just like butts." He finally answered.

"And..?" Cassie continues grilling the man.

"Ohh um, right," Tyler went on, still nervously, remembering Cassie's full line of questions. "Just you. I mean, the other girl was cute, too, but you've got a look about you."

"OK, I guess you passed the test then," Cassie giggled.

"Test?"

"I bet you'd like to do all manner of things to my butt, wouldn't you?" Cassie asked Tyler, pointedly ignoring his question.

"Well," Tyler swallowed hard, "Yes."

"You'd prolly wanna stick your nasty dick in there, or even kiss my butthole like some kinda sicko, wouldn't you?" Cassie laughed again as she asked the man about the blatantly illegal stuff he'd do if given the chance.

The man let out a long sigh and answered Cassie with a single word, "Yes."

"Today's your lucky day, mister," Cassie began her proposition. "You see the bathrooms over there?" Cassie cocked her head towards the park's public restroom building. The man nodded almost imperceptibly. "Well," Cassie continued, "I haven't seen anyone go in or out in the past ten minutes, it's definitely empty. I'm gonna go in the men's room and I'm gonna claim the first stall." Cassie stopped dead, waiting for a response.

"Uh huh?" is all Tyler could manage.

"Then you're gonna wait a couple minutes," Cassie continued, laying out the plan. "And you're gonna follow me in and I'm gonna let you kiss my butthole, just like you want. Does that sound good to you, Tyler?" Cassie asked. The man just nodded again. "Does. That. Sound. Good. Tyler?" Cassie asked again, demanding a response.

"Yesssss..." Tyler answered, his voice raspy and full of lust.

"OK then," Cassie said before getting up and walking over to the restroom building just as she said she would. As if it's the most natural thing in the world she slipped into the men's restroom. Inside, the elementary school student gave the place a quick once over to ensure that she was indeed alone before opening up the first stall. She closed the door then giggled to herself before she stepped up onto the toilet seat. Facing the wall Cassie unbuttoned her shorts and unzips the fly then carefully pulls them, along with her mint green panties down to her knees. Ready for her mark Cassie then reached up, grabbed the top of the stall for support and leaned forward slightly, doing her best to put her rear end at the most appetizing angle. Just as she finished positioning herself Cassie heard the door to the restroom open. A moment later came a light knock on the door to her stall. "Open," Cassie called out in a youthful singsong voice. The door opened just before Cassie heard Tyler's gasp. Knowing she's had him caught in her spell Cassie wiggled her sexy little behind.

"Oh my god," Tyler exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded.

After a moment of nothing happening Cassie again saw the need to take charge. "It's not gonna kiss itself y'know, mister," Cassie giggled. The girl's voice snapped Tyler out of his trance. He grabbed the preteen by the hips and shoved his face into her ass. Cassie started to laugh out loud as she felt the man's tongue circle her anus a number of times before he started laying kisses all over her butt from the cheeks right in to her pink little pucker. After Cassie laughed herself out she began to realize how nice it felt to have a man orally ministering to her rear end. A moment later she let out a long sigh than ended in a moan. "That's it, Tyler," Cassie groaned, "show me how much you love my butt."

Encouraged by Cassie's sounds of pleasure Tyler doubled down on his efforts to devour the preteen ass before him. His work was not in vain as the girl's moans took on a whole new deeper tone. Wondering how far the girl would let this go Tyler started licking her anus from bottom to top. After the third such slurp Tyler brought his head down a little farther and started his next lick at the very base of Cassie's cunny.

"That's not for you!" Cassie scolded as she pulled herself away from Tyler's mouth. After her strict admonishment Cassie turned to face the man and gave him a crooked smile before continuing. "Now, if you'll play by the rules, I was really close." Tyler just nodded and true to her word Cassie faced the wall as before. Tyler again grabbed her hips, but this time he stretched his thumbs around to the bottom of Cassie cute little rear and spread her wide. Opened up as she was Tyler dove back in with his lips and tongue and in no time had Cassie humming again. A moment later the ten year old's breaths were coming in gasps and it was obvious what going to happen so she just went with the flow. A few seconds more of Tyler's tongue lashing and Cassie's orgasm crashed over her. She thrashed in Tyler's grip as he did his best to continue the anal stimulation.

The better part of a minute passed before the young girl's body finally stopped shaking. At this point Tyler's hands are the only thing keeping Cassie from falling off the toilet so he stood there reverently, the cute girl's ass cradled in his hands. A couple minutes passed before he felt Cassie try taking on her weight again.

"Wow," Cassie exclaimed when she was finally able. "That was..." At this point words failed her.

"It sure was," Tyler chuckled from behind her.

"Did you like licking my butt like that, weird stranger?" Cassie asked Tyler with a laugh as she turned to face him.

"I dunno if I liked it as much as you did, bizarre little girl," Tyler chuckled. "But yeah, I definitely liked it."

"Know what?" Cassie asked no one in particular, "I really think you deserve something after that. I can't remember my butt ever feeling quite that nice." Tyler beamed with pride. With that said Cassie reached down between her legs and scooped up a big dollop of the cunt cream she knew she must have made with such a powerful orgasm and offered her fingers up. Tyler greedily sucked them into his mouth and licked every last remnant of Cassie's orgasmic froth from them. "There ya go, maybe that'll get the taste of butt outta your mouth," Cassie giggled.

"But I liked the taste of your butt," Tyler swore, and Cassie knew it was the honest truth.

"I'm sure you did," Cassie replied. "Now I'd love to stay and chat, but if I don't get home soon, there'll be people wondering where I am." Made up situation laid bare Cassie pulled her panties and shorts up before Tyler held her hand as she stepped off of the toilet.

"If you ever wanna do something like this again..." Tyler started.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find you," Cassie finished, "but really, I gotta go, sorry." Cassie blew Tyler a kiss as she all but sprinted out of the bathroom. All the way home Cassie could hardly contain herself. She was all smiles and giggles as she skipped. Violet's gonna flip when I tell her about this, Cassie thought as she settled in at home and tossed something into the oven. All she could think about as she ate her now kind of depressing dinner was how much she wanted school lunch tomorrow.

Dinner finished Cassie went out to the living room and put in a bit of time on the Switch before considering the social demands of a kid in this day and age and brought up her facebook page. Waiting for her was a message from Violet, straight to the point "Well?"

"Bus," Cassie responded, not wanting to go into such details online.

"You are the worst," came Violet's predictable response after very little time. A sticking out tongue emoji was Cassie's reply. After finishing her exchange with Violet Cassie turned her attention to the rest of her facebook feed and the seven notifications she had. Not many for a girl her age, she figured, but that didn't bother her. She was already having too much fun being a kid again to let such things worry her.

Noting the time on her PC having reached half past nine Cassie figured she ought to go to bed soon, what with her not having a clue how her new body would respond to sleep and figured erring on the side of caution tonight to be the smarter move. She made her way into her bedroom then opened her dresser and fished out a cute purple nightgown. She really did like the way she looked in these silly things. Feeling a bit naughty the cute preteen got naked before pulling the nightgown up and over her head. And that was that, no panties for this sexy little girl she thought as she pulled her covers down and climbed in. Hey wait, she thought to herself... I never made my bed. Do I have a maid service? Not really caring one way or another Cassie closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Cassie's eyes opened again at about quarter to seven the next morning, that being 15 minutes before she set the alarm so she reached over and switched that off. Having a bit of time to kill Cassie pulled herself from bed and walked over to her full length mirror. And then for a few minutes she just danced and spun and wiggled, enjoying the sight of her reflection as she did. "I really am quite a sexy little girl," Cassie giggled to herself before padding off to the bathroom and whipping her nightie off. She again appreciated the look of her overdeveloped, compared to the rest of her, nipples as the water warmed. Finally up to temperature Cassie stepped into the shower and started in on cleaning herself. Given yesterday's experience she spent probably more time than necessary ensuring that both her crotch and the cleft of her bottom were pristine. That taken care of the girl finished by washing and conditioning her long blonde hair.

Cassie stepped out of the shower, toweled off and wrapped herself in said towel before making her way back to her bedroom. Her underwear of choice today was a pale yellow and green polka dotted matched set. She was pleased to learn that this pair of panties was also tight around her rear. It just plain felt nice to her to have tight panties. As silly as the idea was to her it kinda made her think someone was giving her butt a hug all day. Wanting to dress more conservatively today than she did the day before Cassie chose a pleated blue and white tartan skirt of an actually appropriate length and an also properly sized white blouse. Nobody could accuse the child of being provocative today, although really it did little to reduce her desirability, to a certain demographic anyway.

Checking the time she still had well over ten minutes before she had to be out to catch the bus so Cassie took a seat on her couch and switched on a silly youtube video to kill the time. After a few giggles at cute animals acting silly she switched off the TV and headed out the door. It only took a few more minutes before her school bus rounded the corner and stopped for her. Cassie boarded the bus and sought out the seat Violet occupied.

"Out with it," Violet demanded before Cassie even had a chance to sit.

"Impatient much?" Cassie inquired with a giggle. "Trust me, you're gonna get a kick out of this," Cassie assured her friend.

"Ohh?" Violet raised an eyebrow.

"I made him kiss my ass," Cassie proclaimed, obviously proud of herself.

"You what?" Violet probed, more than a little shocked by what apparently happened after she left the park.

"It was actually pretty easy," Cassie informed her friend. "When you left I just sat down next to him on the bench and even so close he couldn't keep his eyes off me."

"NO!" Violet argued.

"Yup," Cassie insisted. "So I called him out on it, right on the spot. Told him I wasn't mad or anything, I just wanted to know what he was looking at. By the by, he thought you were cute, too, but said I 'had a look about me'," Cassie giggled after revealing that.

"You sure did, Cass," Violet nudged her friend as she went on, "that slutwear of yours sure gave you a look,"

"Shush!" Cassie said a bit more forcefully than she meant. "Anyway... he admitted that he liked my butt and I accused him of wanting to stick his dick in my ass or kiss my butthole and he just says 'yes,' no argument. Straight up admitted he wanted to do naughty things with a child's butt."

"And?" Violet asked on the edge of her seat both literally and figuratively.

"I told him this was his lucky day and that I'd be happy to let him kiss my ass," Cassie calmly told her friend, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. "The men's room was definitely empty so I told him to meet me in there and I went in. Pretty sure no one saw me."

"You're right," Violet assured her friend, "This is good. Then what?"

"Well," Cassie continued, "after I made sure the place was empty I thought I'd have a bit of fun with my mark, so I went into the stall I said I'd meet him in, got up on the toilet and pulled my shorts and panties down."

"You have got to be kidding me," Violet swore.

"Honest trust," Cassie proclaimed, "So I just waited and a couple minutes later there was a knock on the door. I told him it was open and he comes in. 'Oh my god,' he says when he gets a look at my butt and he just stands there. I don't even know how long, but too long. So I say 'It's not gonna kiss itself, mister,'".

"NO!"

"Swear to god," Cassie insists. "So anyway, he finally snaps out of it and he just grabs me by the hips 'n shoves his face right into my ass."

"Oh my god, Cass," Violet giggles, "that is so fucked."

"Yeah, that's what I thought at first," Cassie said, "I was giggling too, but then the feeling started to hit and oh my god, girl, it felt so nice having him back there kissing, licking and tonguing my butt."

"No way," Violet exclaimed, "That is so gross and weird."

"Yea, well, it is and it isn't," Cassie insisted. "So he's back there for a little while and he tries to get sneaky on me."

"Sneaky how?" Violet asked, absolutely enthralled by her friend's tale.

"Well, he started one of his licks way low," Cassie answered. "The nerve of him, he started that lick on my pussy!"

"And?"

"And I told him 'that's not for you,' before pulling my butt away from him." Cassie stated matter-of-factly.

"You scolded a grown man for licking the wrong spot?" Violet couldn't believe she was even asking Cassie such a ridiculous question. "Then what?"

"I told him I was really close and would he just play by the rules," Cassie replied. "And wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what he did! But this time..." Cassie let the sentence hang for a moment. "This time he put his hands on me differently and he was able to spread my butt wide open. He got right in there and oh my god it was amazing."

"Nasty you mean," Violet giggled.

"NO! I don't mean that," Cassie doubled down. "I'm telling you, you should have heard the downright obscene noises he was making back there, but I was in utter heaven. Then it happened. I just exploded. I don't even know how long it lasted, but I know at least a couple minutes passed before I sorta woke up, still in his hands and he gently put me back down on my feet."

"And that was it?" Violet asked. Simply dumbfounded by her friend's story.

"Almost," Cassie said. "He just did so well," Cassie continued, "didn't seem fair to just leave him with so little to show for his efforts."

"So what did ya do?" Violet asked insistently, clearly begging for the conclusion to the story.

"Well, he made me cum," Cassie said. "Real nice, in fact... So I scooped up a huge gob of my little girl sauce onto my fingers and I fed it to him. It was one of the most erotic sights of my life," Cassie assured Violet.

"Well," Violet replied, equal parts intrigued, disgusted and aroused, "that sure does sound like an exciting time, Cass." At this point the bus was rolling up to the school's parking lot. "Excellent timing. We'll have to continue this later, yeah?" Cassie just nodded before the two of them got up to exit the bus. After stepping off the bus Cassie and Violet headed off to play hopscotch for the few minutes before class.

The bell rang and all of the students funneled into their respective classrooms. Mrs. Tanner opened her class with roll call and The Pledge before splitting the kids off into groups for a social studies lesson. It was actually quite a long demonstration meant to teach about the unfair way different groups of colonists were treated by the monarchy in 1700s or thereabouts. The lesson concluded a moment before the recess bell rang. Violet grabbed Cassie by the wrist as everyone headed outside. "Finger game," she said as she dragged Cassie off to sit on a patch of grass near the swings.

"Huh," Cassie asked, clearly perplexed.

"Ohh right," Violet apologized, "Sorry, I keep forgetting you're not quite all there. Here, let me show you." Violet went over the game with Cassie, showing her the various hand gestures involved. It's kind of like a more complex version of rock paper scissors. The game is broken into frames, a single comparison of gestures. A frame is either won by one of the girls or is a push, a tie. Points are scored and after a set number of scoring frames a winner is declared. Cassie picked it up quickly and the girls got on playing.

"I figured it out," Cassie informed Violet.

"It what?" Violet asked, clearly interested, as she had been by most of Cassie's conversations.

"Why I liked the butt stuff so much," Cassie blurted out before laughing.

"I like that there's a reason," Violet quipped, offering her friend a sly smile.

"No, really," Cassie began her explanation. "It makes perfect sense. I'm my own preteen wet dream, right?" Violet almost choked at Cassie's blunt  description. "Well, back when I was still a man I also had a bit of a thing for little girl butts."

"OK..?" Violet inquired, at least somewhat puzzled.

"Don't you see?" Cassie asked, Violet shook her head. "If I'm a man who likes little girl butts it stands to reason that I'd want to do butt stuff with a little girl, right?" Violet nodded. "So..." Cassie continued, "the best match for a guy who wants to engage in butt stuff with a little girl is a little girl who enjoys having butt stuff done to her. Totally makes sense, right?"

"I... that's... OK, yeah, that checks right out," Violet agreed. "So hey, you wanna do anything this weekend? Cause I think we should do a sleep over."

"Yeah, why the heck not," Cassie agreed. "Should I even ask your house or mine?"

"The answer's kinda obvious if you're cool with it," Violet urged.

"It's cool with me," Cassie answered. "I was more asking if there was a reason to go with yours."

"None better than the lack of supervision at yours," Violet chuckled. "So what's with that? I mean, I can remember you having parents. Can almost picture them, but now I'm just at a loss..."

"I guess the Scotch just didn't see that detail as important," Cassie mused.

The recess bell rang and the girls stood. "You'll get better," Violet assured her friend, having won this particular round of finger game. Back in the classroom Violet grabbed her phone and ensured it was on silent before sending her mom a text asking if she could sleep over Cassie's house, being sure to inform her that Cassie had permission to have a guest. A few moments later Violet's phone lit up under her desk. A quick glance at the screen gave her the good news so she threw her friend a subtle thumbs up, to which Cassie nodded. The weekend settled, the girls concentrated on the lesson at hand.

After seemingly not very long at all the bell rang again and the class headed out to wash their hands then eat lunch. Cassie found herself rather excited as she grabbed two cartons of chocolate milk from the cooler and took her spot in line. Today's lunch was hot open faced turkey sandwiches with a side of mashed potatoes (straight from the ice cream scoop, as god intended) and some kind of peanut butter bar for dessert. Definitely the kind of stuff Cassie would be happy to eat but never make for herself. After grabbing her plate she sat and eagerly dug in.

"Holy cow, pig!"

Cassie was suddenly jolted from her single minded wolfing down of her lunch. "W'ever," she returned, with a mashed potato fueled tongue sticking.

"You nasty," Violet countered with a sneer and a chuckle. Feigned war over, the two got back to their lunches and in short order both had clean plates. Finished with their meals the girls started planning the sort of stuff they'd do at Cassie's house later on that night.

Upon asking Cassie if she intended on doing "anything gross" this afternoon Cassie told her friend that nah, she's got seemingly years to take care of that so tonight it'll just be them doing whatever. Violet seemed pleased with this revelation. A moment later their table was dismissed to afternoon recess. Outside Cassie ran off to the jungle gym and began to climb.

"In a hurry much?" Violet called behind Cassie as she caught up.

"Ohh sorry," Cassie apologized. "I used to love climbing on these things when I was a kid. Err, the last time I was a kid," she corrected. "Suddenly had the urge to again." Seemingly satisfied with the explanation Violet joined her friend on the play structure and the two spent essentially the whole recess on and off the bars. Cassie's wide smile proof of how much she was loving being a kid again. All too soon the bell rang and everyone returned to class.

The afternoon session began with a math lesson, specifically fractions. Cassie had no trouble of course, but continued her ruse of not being as good a student as she actually was now. After math was over Mrs. Tanner finished off the day by reading to the class, as she apparently always did on Fridays. A final bell indicated the end of the week and all of the students left class.

Cassie and Violet boarded their bus and took a seat together. They chit-chatted about nothing of consequence before the bus dropped them off as Cassie's place. The two headed inside, dumped their backpacks off near the door and headed to the living room. Cassie flipped on the Switch and fired up New Super Mario before taking up a spot on the couch next to Violet. After playing for a good while Violet brought up the idea of dinner.

"So what do you want?" Cassie asked. "We could cook something here, I could order a pizza, whatever."

"I'm kind of in the mood for something fancy," Violet offered.

"Fancy how?"

"Well, you're loaded, right?" Violet observed. "Would you be cool with going to a nice place for a sit down dinner?"

"We could do that if you wanna," Cassie agreed, "but not like this," she made a sweeping gesture indicating their clothing."

"We share clothes all the time," Violet said. "Assuming you've got something for both of us that should work."

"Kay," Cassie hopped off the couch and headed to her room, Violet not far behind. For the next several minutes the girls went through Cassie's closet looking for the more elegant of clothes she owned. At last Cassie found something and pulled it out. It was a black dress with a floral print. It wasn't too fancy, but would definitely get the job done. A moment later Violet discovered a black dress of her own. Hers was unpatterned and aside from a belt with a shiny buckle had nothing to add or detract from its simple elegance.

"I'll go try this on," Violet told Cassie as she headed to the guest bedroom the hall. Once Violet left Cassie removed her school clothes and pulled on the dress she'd selected. It fit well and looked nice enough that they'd not be turned away on account of attire, no matter where they went. A moment later Violet returned, also looking the part.

"What do you think?" Violet asked.

"Lookin' good," Cassie answered. "How 'bout me? Think this'll pass the test?"

"Sure will," Violet answered simply.

With their clothing settled the pair then discussed where they should eat, finally settling on Elan Bistro. Cassie placed a call and a cab was dispatched to take them there. About twenty minutes later they arrived at the restaurant and went in after Cassie paid for the ride. Just past the entryway they came upon the maitre d at his stand. The pair waited for a few moments before he finally greeted them. "Will your parents be joining you soon?" the maitre d' asked in a simultaneously professional and condescending manner. However he managed that was a mystery to the girls.

"The two of us shall be dining alone," Cassie informed him, confidently taking charge.

"Are you sure you've chosen the correct restaurant?" the maitre d' asked, his displeasure at having to deal with the minors evident.

"Well, my friend Violet here said she was in the mood for a fancy dinner," Cassie countered. "Your restaurant serves those, right?"

"Well, of course we do," the maitre d' volleyed back, his patience wearing thin, "but fancy dinners end with fancy bills and few children are able to cover those."

"Few? So some are?" Cassie inquired with a broad smile, obviously satisfied with her antics as she pulled from her purse a stack of bills sufficient to cover the pair's meal, as well as those of ten of their closest friends, at least.

"I beg your pardon, ladies, right this way, please," the maitre d' answered, genuinely embarrassed with himself at the tone with which he'd opened. "Will you be requiring any special accommodations?" he continued, doing his best to smooth over his less than stellar greeting.

"Now that you mention it," Cassie mused, "as private a table as you have available would be most appreciated."

"Very good, miss."

The maitre d' led them to a table in an out of the way corner of the restaurant, informed them that a waiter would be with them shortly and returned to his stand, leaving them alone for the moment.

"Are adults always like that?" Cassie asked her friend, hoping she wasn't so rude back when she was one.

"Some are, some aren't," Violet answered. "But look at this joint, will ya? They're probably pretty picky." At Violet's insistence Cassie looked around and the place was pretty swank. She also spotted their waiter approaching.

"Good evening, ladies," the waiter greeted as he retrieved each girl's glass and filled it with ice water. "My name is Jacob and I'll be your waiter tonight. May I start you off with something to drink?"

"I'm happy with water for now," Cassie said.

"Same," Violet chimed in.

"Very well, have you had a chance to peruse our appetizers menu or shall I give you a moment?"

"How is the goat cheese bruschetta?" Violet asked, having just finished said appetizer menu.

"Ahh yes, a very popular choice," Jacob informed her, "I can't recall anyone not enjoying it."

"Sounds good to me then," Violet decided. "How about you, Cass?"

"Wanna share?"

Violet nodded.

"We'll start with just that, then," Cassie told Jacob.

"Good, good," Jacob said as he marked the appetizer down on his waiter's pad. "I'll have that out as soon as I can." After a bow he left the pair to themselves.

Thinking they should maybe order soon the girls picked up their menus are perused them. A moment later Cassie closed hers briskly and laid it on the table before her.

"Already?" Violet asked.

"EZ PZ"

"Come to think of it, me too," Violet said before laying her menu down as well.

Seemingly in an instant Jacob was back at their table. "Are you ladies ready to order?"

After a quick conversation in glances Cassie spoke first. "Yes we are. I'd like the eight ounce flank steak, medium, baked potato and dinner bread, please."

"And what dressing would you like with your salad?"

"You can keep the salad," Cassie replied. "I'm here for dinner."

"Very well," Jacob said with a slight chuckle. "And for you, miss?"

I'll have the fillet of sole, garlic mashed and the vegetable medley. You can keep my salad, too," Violet then handed Jacob her menu. Taking the cue Cassie followed suit. Again Jacob bowed slightly before leaving to place the order.

"So Cass," Violet started as soon as they were alone again, "what do ya think we should do this weekend?"

"Well, there won't be much tonight left after dinner. Maybe watch a movie before bed?"

"Yeah, but what about tomorrow?" Violet asked.

"I think you know what I wanna do, but it's 'gross', right?" Cassie laughed.

"About that..." Violet began.

"Yeah?" Cassie perked up.

"I mean... how does it feel?"

"How does what feel, specifically?" Cassie had an idea where Violet was going, of course, but she wanted to hear her friend say it.

"O.... orgasms," Violet hissed as she blushed a deep crimson.

"Ohh, that," Cassie replied, clearly amused at her friend's reaction from merely saying the word. "They're the best. Ummm, best way I can think to explain it is both you brain and your naughty bits just explode with pleasure."

"That sounds... nice," was all Violet could manage in reply.

"It is," Cassie insisted. "And I'll tell you there's no contest. Girl orgasms beat boy orgasms hands down."

"I suppose you'd know that," Violet mused.

"I guess I am pretty lucky in that regard," Cassie stated. "So, why the interest all of a sudden?"

"Ummmm....."

"Come on, Vi," Cassie encouraged.

"I'd um, I'd kinda like to have one," Violet whispered.

"Well, have you ever tried?" Cassie inquired.

"Yesterday I did. When I got home from the park," Violet answered honestly.

"And?"

"I got a warm fuzzy feeling for a while, but that was all."

"I could show you how if you want," Cassie offered.

Suddenly the girls' conversation was interrupted as Jacob approached with their bruschetta. "Here's you're appetizer, I hope you enjoy it," he said, placing it before them as well as a small plate for each girl. "Can I refresh your water?"

"Please," Cassie answered. Violet simply nodded.

A moment later Jacob returned with a carafe and topped them off before leaving the pair to their food. Each girl grabbed a slice and munched away. Clearly famished the girls gobbled the rest down, commenting to each other about how good it was while making the occasional satisfied utterance. It was impressive how quickly the fifth graders finished the appetizer off. Remembering suddenly that this was an upscale joint they demurely dabbed their mouths with their napkins before setting them down again.

"So where were we?" Cassie inquired.

"Well," Violet began, "You offered to um... help me with my problem... I guess."

"I did!" Cassie exclaimed, knowing damn well where the conversation left off. "I can't do much right now, of course, but when we get back home, yeah?"

"If, if you wanna," Violet answered, seeming less sure of herself.

"Hey girl, it's entirely up to you," Cassie insisted. "This is current year. Your body your choice."

"Yeah, you're right," Violet smiled warmly at her friend. "But I do want to," she continued in a quieter tone.

"Then we will," Cassie promised. "But for now it looks like it's chow time again." She gestured towards their waiter approaching with their meals.

"Oh boy," Violet cheered just as Jacob placed their entrees in front of them.

"Will you need anything else before I leave you to your meals?" Another silent conversation happened before Violet assured him they were all set. Having wolfed down their appetizer the girls took their time with their meals and really savored every bite. For the most part they ate in silence with only sparse conversation. They were half finished or so when Jacob came by to see how they were liking it and to refresh their glasses. He was a good waiter so he could tell the girls preferred to be alone, so he did just that, leaving as quickly as he came.

Jacob returned a few moments after the girls finished their meals, quite shocked that both girls cleaned their plates. "Was everything to your liking?" he inquired already assuming it was.

"Very much," Violet gushed.

"You grill a fine steak," Cassie added.

"I'm pleased to hear that," Jacob said. "Will you be having dessert or the check?"

"We are stuffed, Jacob," Cassie replied with a sigh. "Check please."

"Splendid," Jacob began, "but if I may be so bold, I'm going to assume the two of you didn't drive here. Shall we call you a taxi?" He placed the check holder on the table after making the offer.

"That would be very helpful, thank you," Cassie answered.

"I shall let you know when it arrives."

"What's the damage?" Cassie asked no one in particular before looking at the bill. After a peek inside she noted it was just shy of $75. She grabbed far too many bills from her purse and just stuffed them in the fold, partly because she felt Jacob had done a fantastic job, but also because leaving an excessive tip always made her feel like a king back when she was an adult.

In just a few minutes Jacob returned. As luck would have it the nearest taxi company was around the corner and picked up fares here often. "Ladies, your taxi has arrived."

"Excellent," Cassie said. "And this is for you." She handed over the check holder then the pair stood to leave.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Jacob called after the pair, causing them to face him. "Do you have any idea how much money you left?"

"Roughly," Cassie said with a chuckle. "It's all you, my good man. Fantastic work tonight."

Jacob gave a short bow and the girls departed. The ride was a short one, meaning the girls were back in Cassie's living room in just a few minutes.

"So now what?" Violet inquired, looking a little antsy.

"I think I know what you're thinking," Cassie responded, "but I am stuffed and I think you are, too. Let's take a bit to digest, trust me."

"You're the expert," Violet agreed.

The pair took up their spots on the couch then Cassie grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

"Anything in particular you wanna watch?" Cassie inquired? Violet shook her head so Cassie started scrolling through menus looking for something good. "Ohh man, I loved this show when I was a kid," Cassie said as the cursor stopped on Married... With Children.

"What is it?" Violet asked.

"Funny as hell," Cassie replied as she hit start.

Two episodes and a lot of laughter later Cassie looked over at her friend. "I'm feeling much less stuffed, you?"

"Same. So, uhh... now what?" Violet asked.

"I bet you're a little hesitant," Cassie said, "so I can show you what I do then we can go from there." 

"Alright."

Cassie stood and grabbed her dress by the hem. In one quick motion it was over her head and across the room. Violet stifled a laugh at her friend's stripper-like antics. She suddenly got more serious when Cassie's fingers hooked the waist of her polka dotted panties and dragged them down her slim legs, dropping them to the floor. She stepped out of them and sat facing Violet, her back resting on the arm of the couch. Completely unashamed of her body she let her left leg slip off the couch then threw the heel of her right foot over its backrest, completely exposing herself to her friend.

"Oh my," Violet gasped, her face turning red.

"Do you need a moment or  may I begin?" Cassie asked.

"Sorry," Violet answered. "Yeah, I'm good now."

"Alrighty then," Cassie started. "This is my pussy," she gently stroked herself as she continued her explanation. "Some people call it a cunt or sometimes a fuck hole. Us pedos are fond of the term cunny. It's a pretty complicated box, but here's the breakdown." She spread her pussy open to allow Violet a clear view.

Violet pulled her legs up under herself and scooted towards Cassie, more specifically she scooted closer to her pussy.

"Good, good," Cassie said. "it's pretty small so get a good view. These are my outer lips," she said as she rubbed herself, "but if you look inside you can see my inner lips." At this point Cassie slipped a finger in slightly and slowly traced the edge of her inner lips several times. She let out a slight moan before continuing her demonstration by grabbing her outer lips with both hands and pulling herself open wide. "If you look towards the bottom you can see my hymen. It's the thin membrane surrounding my vaginal opening.

"I see it!" Violet said excitedly.

"That's what breaks when a girl loses her virginity," Cassie explained.

"Sound painful," Violet said.

"I wouldn't know... yet," Cassie giggled.

"Come on!"

"Ok, ok," Cassie continued her lesson, "now if you look up toward the top you can see my pee hole."

"Eew, gross."

"Yeah, kinda," Cassie agreed, "but I think it's kinda important information. Anyway, here's one of the most important parts," Cassie pulled her left hand away, letting herself close up then moved her right hand to the top of her folds. With her index and middle fingers on either side Cassie pulled her clitoral hood up exposing the tiny jewel within. "Do you see that little nub in there?" Cassie asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"That little bastard is the pleasure button and might become your best friend for the next several years." For emphasis Cassie rubbed it a few times and cooed quietly before pulling her hand away. "It's actually called the clitoris and for most women it's the key to getting off. There are some poor souls who can't take any clitoral stimulation, but this is really neither here nor there."

"Hmm?"

"I was supposed to teach you how to get off and got a little sidetracked with anatomy," Cassie answered. "Anyhow, warming yourself up by playing with the lips before bringing the big guns is the way to it." She let go of the hood and began caressing the lower parts of her cunny. Violet watched with rapt attention as Cassie's fingers began to move faster and her folds became distinctly moist. "Now this," Cassie said with a gasp, "is how you can tell it's working. That juice shoes I'm getting turned on." She groaned then slowed her hand slightly, allowing herself to catch her breath. "At this point I might want to rub my clit till I blast or..." she let the sentence hang as she brought her hand lower. "...I could give myself a good fingering." She slid her middle finger into herself as she said it, taking care not to damage her delicate maidenhead.

"Oh my god!" Violet exclaimed as her friend penetrated herself.

Cassie let out a long deep moan.

"Do you want to try?" Cassie sighed before picking up the pace and emitting even more obscene sounds.

"You do seem to be enjoying yourself," Violet answered as she stood. She pulled her dress off and tugged on her little blue panties till the fell down her legs, kicking them off of her left foot. Cassie watched her intently the whole time. Violet was, after all, the only preteen besides herself Cassie had ever seen naked since discovering she was a pedophile, so she was very interested in the sight.

"So like this?" Violet asked as she sat across from Cassie on the couch and spread her own legs then started rubbing her pussy gently. Cassie was only able to nod in assent, her breath short since bringing her other hand in to rub her clit as she continued fingering herself. Violet then reached between her outer lips and began rubbing her inner folds just as she'd seen Cassie do earlier. After a few moments she began sighing as a warm feeling spread throughout her body.

"Holy fuck!" Cassie cried as her orgasm wracked her body. She pulled her hand from her over stimulated clit, but continued fingering herself as waves of pleasure continued crashing over her. Violet watched with fascination as her friend's body shook as a constant moan escaped her. Violet was downright shocked at how long her friend's orgasm lasted. When it was over She expected Cassie to say something explaining all that, but it wasn't immediately forthcoming. Cassie just lay there, her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths.

"You alright?" Violet asked after what seemed like forever. Cassie waved dismissively, allaying Violet's fears.

A minute later Cassie found her voice. "Sorry, that was a real good one," Cassie informed her friend as if it wasn't obvious. "Seeing you kinda really turned me on." It was Cassie's turn to blush.

"I guess so," Violet replied. "But... umm... I was doing what you were doing earlier and it felt nice," she began rubbing herself once again. "It's a little wet now," she let out a sigh, "what should I do now?"

"Keep going," Cassie coached. "Be gentle, but see if anyplace inside feels especially nice." Taking her friend's advice Violet began carefully probing herself, letting out the occasional moan as she did so.

As violet tested the waters on herself Cassie reached down and picked up her panties off the floor. She used them as a rag to wipe herself clean. Luckily, while this orgasm felt real nice it wasn't particularly wet, so Cassie was able to clean herself fully with just the tiny pair of panties. Task finished she tossed them back on the floor and turned her attention back to Violet.

"It feels real nice," Violet stated, "but nothing is blowing my mind."

"OK then, give your clitty a try then," Cassie instructed.

Violet brought her hand up and began digging around. At first she was unsuccessful till Cassie directed her how to find it. "Ooooooo," she cooed as her fingertip found its mark and gently caressed it. "Mmm, mm, that feels fucking good."

"Keep it up and see if you can get yourself off," Cassie encouraged her friend.

For the next several minutes Violet rubbed herself. At first she only made the occasional noise, but soon she was panting and letting out the odd moan or sigh. She kept at it for a good while, but made little headway beyond that. After a while her hand became sore and she threw in the towel.

"I just can't do it," Violet huffed.

"It can take some practice at first," Cassie soothed. "If it's OK with you I can give you a hand, though."

"Ummmmm....."

"Or we can call it quits," Cassie said. "Entirely up to you."

"Well, I did say I wanna have one," Violet said. "I guess that'll be OK."

"Only if you're sure,"

Violet nodded, "I'm sure."

"Alright," Cassie said as she got up and shuffled her way to Violet's end of the couch. Between her legs now Cassie reached out and stroked Violet's cunny for the first time. Slipping her middle finger between Violet's folds she began exploring her best friend's little pussy. "You must've been close," Cassie observed, "you're wet as hell."

"Y- yeah..." Violet agreed as she let out a sigh.

Cassie turned her hand as she rubbed Violet's tender inner lips. After tracing them a few times she brought her thumb down on the top of Violet's slit. With a little wiggling Violet squealed, letting Cassie know she found her mark. She rubbed Violet's clit, gently at first as her middle finger continued caressing her inner lips.

"Ohh wow, yes," Violet moaned.

Smiling to herself as her friend approached her peak Cassie slid her finger deeper into Violet's warm cunny. As she began rubbing her slick interior Violet's moans took on an all new tone. Wanting to bring her friend over the edge before she had any idea what happened Cassie pressed harder on Violet's clitoris, practically pinching her fingers closed upon her most sensitive flesh. Violet gasped loudly and bucked hard. Cassie brought her other hand down onto Violet's tummy and held her down, gently but firmly as she continued the double assault on her clit and what she was fairly sure was Violet's G spot.

"Ohh fuck oh fuck oh FU-U-U-UCK!" Violet groaned as the first orgasm of her life overtook her. Cassie eased her pressure, but never stopped, feeling her best friend's tight cunny squeeze her middle finger rhythmically as her climax continued washing over her. Once Violet finally ceased shaking Cassie pulled her finger free then slipped it right into her mouth. As Violet lay in post orgasmic bliss Cassie considered her flavor. It was very nice, better than her own, perhaps. She pulled her finger from her mouth before Violet opened her eyes, just in case.

"How do you like orgasms?" Cassie asked as Violet finally returned to reality.

"You were right," Violet breathed, "they are the best!"

"Told you," Cassie said smugly. "So, uhhh, you're a mess, by the way."

"I am," Violet agreed, slightly embarrassed, as she looked down at herself. Her entire crotch was covered in her secretions as well as most of the couch cushion on which she lay.

"Would you mind if I cleaned you up?" Cassie asked.

"Sure, that'd be-" Violet fell silent a moment as Cassie brought her face down near her pussy. "W- what are you doing, Cass?"

Cassie looked up. "Oh, um... I thought you knew what I meant." She looked her friend in the eyes, hope evident in her own. "Violet, would you mind if I cleaned you up with my mouth?"

"Well..." Violet stalled. "You did make me feel REAL nice. If you really wanna, yeah, you can, even though it's super weird.

"Thanks!" Cassie chirped excitedly. In an instant she was on Violet's cunny, licking every bit of her friend's cream she could find. As Cassie continued licking Violet clean her cute little rear end, high in the air now wiggled to and fro in response to the movements she made in search of more of Violet's delicious little girl sauce.

"Alright, this isn't so bad," Violet sighed as Cassie neared completion of her task.

Only the last remnants of Violet's mess remained. Cassie seriously wondered whether she should get them all, but decided to hell with it. She put both her hands on the cheeks of Violet's compact ass and pushed them apart slightly, for the last bit of mess had settled on Violet's wrinkled little pucker. Cassie got as close as she could before snaking her tongue out and licking her best friend's anus.

"Hey, whoa!" came Violet's somewhat expected objection.

"I'm just getting it all," Cassie said defensively as she looked up at her.

"Sure you are!"

"Hey, it got everywhere," Cassie remarked truthfully. "May I finish up?"

Violet heaved a loud sigh. "If you must, but don't take too long down there."

"Thanks!" Cassie went back to task, cleaning Violet's anus of every last drop of her fluid. She definitely took more time than necessary to do so, but she still managed to pull herself away from Violet's rosebud before she complained.

"You're weird, you know that?" Violet said.

"And you're delicious," Cassie giggled. "You know that?"

"I'll take your word for it," Violet insisted. "Also, I kinda get it now."

"Huh? Get what?" Cassie asked.

"Why you liked butt stuff," Violet confessed. "At first it was really strange, but once I relaxed it felt kinda nice, you licking there."

"Ohh, do I have a convert?" Cassie laughed.

"I dunno yet," Violet answered. "But I get it. Anyway, we should probably get cleaned up for real now though, huh?"

"Probably," Cassie agreed. "The guest bedroom has its own shower. I'd invite you to join me in mine, but I doubt we'd get much cleaning done if you did." Both girls had a good laugh at that.

"See ya in a bit."

The pair got up off the couch and went their separate ways. Cassie was the first to finish her shower. After drying off she selected a white butterfly patterned nightie from her collection and pulled it on, again choosing to go without panties. She left her room with a second nightie in one hand and headed towards the guest bedroom. Still hearing the shower running she knew she wouldn't catch Violet at an embarrassing moment so she entered the bedroom and neared its bathroom.

"Hey Vi," she called towards the door.

"Yeah?"

"You wanna borrow a nightie or are you gonna sleep in your clothes?" Cassie asked.

"Hadn't thought about it," Violet replied, "but yeah, some PJs would be nice, thanks.

"K, there's a nightie on the bed," Cassie informed her. "I'll be watching TV."

"Thanks, Cass."

After not too long Violet emerged from the guest bedroom wearing the red nightie Cassie left her. The room was mostly dark now, the television being the only source of light.

"Did you see where my panties went?" Violet asked, not seeing them anywhere the TV's glow illuminated.

"I think they went that way," Cassie replied indicating the general direction of the master bedroom, "but why bother? It's so much nicer sleeping without 'em."

"Huh," Violet said, "I never considered that."

"You should," Cassie suggested as she scooched over to the end of the couch. "Have a seat if you want, but careful, that end is still a little wet." She waved at the spot where Violet came earlier. There was a towel over it now. Apparently Cassie made an attempt at cleaning up. Violet sat down next to Cassie, joining her in watching some other old sitcom. Feeling a bit sleepy Violet leaned on her friend. "Mmm hmm," Cassie mumbled, feeling tired herself. A little while later both girls were sleeping peacefully together on the couch.

Hours later Violet stirred at her bladder's insistence. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around sleepily. An instant later she was alert, the need for relief her only thought. She got off the couch, trying not to wake Cassie who was snoring lightly. Violet thought it was cute, but she didn't have the ability to appreciate the scene. As soon as she was up she made a bee line to the guest bathroom. She lifted her nightie a ways and tried removing the panties that weren't there before giggling at her foolishness and taking a seat. The gentle tinkle of her pee hitting the water below filled the room. After a few moments her stream subsided and she gently patted herself dry with a bit of toilet paper. From the other room she heard the TV come to life. Guess she wasn't successful in leaving Cassie undisturbed. At least she'd have company, she thought as she headed back towards the living room.

"Morning," Cassie called groggily, "sleep well?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Mmm hmm," Cassie answered. "Gonna grab breakfast. Want?"

"Kay," Violet replied. "What are we having?"

"Well, I'm having Cinnamon Toast Crunch," Cassie responded. "You can have what you want."

"Nice."

The pair headed to the kitchen together then performed a wordless ballet of sorts as they danced around each other grabbing bowls, spoons, cereal boxes and milk. They met at the table and poured their bowls full. Honey Combs had been Violet's choice. Cassie finished dispensing her cereal first so she had dibs on the jug of milk. After topping it off she handed the milk off to Violet who nodded in thanks. In a moment both girls were crunching away at their breakfast. Cassie was the first to finish hers, bringing the bowl to her mouth to slurp down the milk once every last toast crunch was gone.

"Ahhhhh," she said satisfied.

Violet gave her a funny look before finishing off the last of her Honey Combs. Then it was her turn to slurp down the milk. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"  Violet countered, as if it were a contest, then she burst out laughing.

"OK, OK, you win breakfast," Cassie ceded.

Violet choked on a laugh. "So hey," she started when she found her voice again. "Thanks for last night. That felt amazing. Just gotta learn how to do it on my own."

"Oh please," Cassie responded. "You're welcome, but I'm the one who should be thanking you. Giving you that orgasm was at least as much a gift to myself. And being so chill when I licked you clean... down there and all... double thanks."

Violet giggled. "You're still a weirdo, ya know."

"And you're still delicious."

The pair erupted into laughter.

"What to do with our Saturday?" Cassie asked when her laughter finally subsided.

"Well, what do you wanna do?"

"Same thing I wanted to do yesterday,"

"Really?" Violet asked. "Even after last night?

"Definitely," Cassie responded. "But I'm not gonna go out searching for a stiff dick and leave you alone. That'd be super rude."

Yeah, it would be," Violet agreed, "but what if you didn't have to?"

"Huh?"

"Maybe I'm the weirdo here," Violet started, "but thinking about you doing stuff with some random dude... I think I'm starting to like the idea."

"Yeah, that's a little weird," Cassie agreed.

"OK, well don't get mad or anything if this sound weirder... but I kinda wanna watch."

Cassie's chin just about hit the floor. "You're serious?"

Violet just nodded, the familiar blush coloring her face lightly.

"Well, I'm game, but how?"

"I think I have that covered," Violet responded.

"Do tell."

"This way," Violet instructed, leading Cassie to the guest bedroom. She grabbed yesterday's clothes and fished a shiny object from one pocket. "This'll get us what we need," Violet promised before explaining her plan more fully.

"Sounds good," Cassie agreed, "but it'll be a while till the mall fills up, Switch or TV?"

"Switch," Violet suggested.

The girls zipped back out to the living room and fired it up. They loaded up Mario Kart and had an epic time as they burned a couple of hours. They were pretty evenly matched but when all was said and done Violet won their little series by a couple of races. She spent more than a little bit of time gloating about that fact.

"Alright, champ, enough with that," Cassie scolded. "You good with yesterday's clothes or you wanna borrow something of mine?"

"Something clean would be nice," Violet responded.

"Alright, grab what you want," Cassie said, "I need to use the little girl's room.

"Alright."

The pair walked into Cassie's bedroom then split, Cassie heading for the bathroom and Violet stopping at the bureau. She quickly picked out a pair of pink shorts and a blue tee then headed for the guest bedroom. As she passed through Cassie's door she spotted her panties in a bunch on the floor. She picked them up and entered the guest room. She quickly disrobed, untwisted her panties and pulled them on then donned the shorts and shirt. Just as she headed back into the master bedroom Cassie emerged from the bath.

"So what  do ya should I wear?" Cassie asked.

"I dunno," Violet answered. "Lets check out what's in your closet. I'm sure we can find what you're after."

"Alright," Cassie responded, before she flung the door open wide and the two girls dug in. Cassie was seeing nothing that interested her, tossing aside tops and bottoms alike.

"Holy shit."

"What?" Cassie asked, obviously curious what her friend had discovered.

"Do you remember this?" Violet inquired as she held up a small white pleated skirt with blue accents.

"Sh- should I? It's not really ringing a bell."

"Halloween two years ago you went as a murdered cheerleader."

"Bitchin'!" Cassie giggled.

"Oh it totally was," Violet agreed with a laugh of her own. "Every time someone asked what you were you'd say 'I WAS head cheerleader till my boyfriend killed me.'"

"That is hilarious," Cassie laughed. "Lemme see that skirt, eh?"

"You're kidding, right?" Violet asked handing the skirt to Cassie anyway. "You'll never fit.

"You may be right," Cassie agreed, "but if I do... well lets just say I'll be turning just the heads I want to. "It's nice and stretchy," she said as she tested the skirt before tossing it on the bed.

"Assuming for the moment the skirt fits," Violet began, "what about your top?"

"Try to find me something small and maybe a little see-through," Cassie answered as she made her way to her dresser. "I'm gonna find something to wear under all this." Cassie dug into the top drawer and began rifling around.

"How about this," Violet called a moment later. Cassie turned to see Violet holding a rather small and very flimsy white button up blouse.

"On the bed," Cassie said motioning before she returned to the dresser drawer. A moment later she came up with a matched set, not realizing till she had it clear of the rest of the contents of the drawer that it was a bikini. The bottoms were light blue, nearly the same as the skirt's accent color and reasonably cut. Its match was a halter top which tied around the back. Rather than having cups it was styled much like a training bra, indicating that it was still definitely a child's bikini. "What do you think?" Cassie asked her friend as she spun around, displaying the swimsuit.

Violet couldn't hold back a large grin. "I think it's good that it'll cover your ass because if you can squeeze yourself into that skirt it sure won't." The two girls burst out laughing at that observation.

Once their laughter subsided Cassie grabbed the hem of her nightie.

"D'you want some privacy?" Violet inquired.

"Do what you want," Cassie answered. Violet shrugged, sat on the bed and watched her friend disrobe. In a moment the slim fifth grader was nude before Violet. "The bottoms, please?"

"Here ya go," Violet tossed her friend the small piece of blue fabric and in a moment Cassie had worked it up her legs. She let the elastic snap in place as she let go with both hands. Then she wordlessly raised her right hand and Violet flung her the top of the bikini.

Cassie pulled the top over her neck, but then was at a loss. "The hell?" she asked, clearly puzzled over how she was supposed to tie the damned thing.

"Here," Violet said, coming up behind her friend and tying the bikini top in place. "You're supposed to tie that in front first then move it around and pull the rest on."

"Forgive me," Cassie quipped, "I've only been a girl a couple days."

"You make a real good one," Violet laughed as she handed Cassie the top. Even though it was somewhat tight Cassie was able to button the blouse fully, but chose to leave the top couple unbuttoned. To her delight the blue of the bikini was plainly visible through the blouse and on top of that the bikini's halter accented her neck nicely.

"Moment of truth," Violet called as she tossed the skirt Cassie's way.

Cassie stepped into the tiny little pleated skirt and pulled it up her legs. Towards the top of her thighs it got rather tight, unsurprising lf she'd last worn it in third grade as Violet's story suggested. Cassie wiggled and wormed and slowly but surely the skirt worked its way over her preteen assets. A moment later the waist was where it belonged, but at perhaps an inch or two below the curve of her ass the hem sure wasn't.

"What do you think?" Cassie asked as she spun around for Violet, the skirt flying away from her hips as she did.

"I think your ass is going to get a lot of attention," Violet giggled. "You're definitely gonna make some perverts happy.

"Perfect," Cassie assessed as she stepped into a pair of sandals.

"You should call a cab," Violet suggested. "I don't think your look is quite bus appropriate."

"Good call," Cassie agreed before grabbing her phone and making the call. "It'll be here in ten minutes," she informed Violet before she stuffed her phone into her little purse along with more than enough money for the day's adventures.

"You'll need this," Violet said, pressing a key into Cassie's hand.

"And it's gonna work?" Cassie asked.

"It did last week," Violet assured her.

After they went over the store plan a few times to make sure it would go without a hitch the cab arrived and the two friends headed out to the waiting car, both girls piling into the back seat.

"To the mall, yeah?" the cabbie, a cheerful middle aged fellow, asked as soon as the girls were situated. A polite and charming man, he turned back to greet his fares face to face and having seen it all by now didn't bat an eye when presented with Cassie's choice in fashion.

"Yup," Cassie answered.

"Aye aye," the man said as he turned forward before putting the car in drive and taking off.

"Did you see that?" Violet whispered into Cassie's ear excitedly.

"See what?" Cassie whispered back, clearly in the dark.

"The driver moved his mirror. I think he's looking at you."

"This gets better and better."

After verifying that the cabbie did indeed aim his mirror her way Cassie decided to have a little fun. After letting out an exaggerated yawn she stretched just as dramatically. After reaching maximum stretch Cassie sort of flopped herself back down on the seat, her thighs now significantly farther apart than they were before. Continuing to feign tiredness she leaned her head on Violet's shoulder, eyes closed.

"Is he looking?" Cassie hissed.

Violet let out an affirmative hum.

So that's how the car ride went, Cassie faking a nap while leaving herself splayed for the driver's viewing pleasure. A few miles later the cab pulled into the parking lot of the town's shopping mall.

"We're here, Cass," Violet exclaimed excitedly as she rolled her shoulder in order to wake her friend. Playing her part perfectly Cassie rubbed her eyes and let out a sighing yawn before pulling herself more upright, closing her legs in the process. A moment later the cab pulled to a stop in front of the main entrance and the two girls exited the back of the cab.

"That'll be $13.50, please, young lady," the cabby informed Cassie as she reached into her purse.

"Here you go, mister," Cassie smiled at the older gentleman handing him a $20. "You can keep the change, but I dunno why I'm even tipping you after the show I gave you."

"Th- thank you, miss," the cabbie stuttered, his face turning an impressive shade of red. "Bu- but I dunno wh-"

"Of course not, mister, have a nice day," Cassie giggled as she turned away from the cab, giving her skirt a good spin so he could see her tight little rear end, too. She then joined Violet, who was already walking towards the glass doors of the mall.

"Did you enjoy the ride?" Violet inquired as the pair entered the building.

"Not half as much as he did," Cassie answered. "You shoulda seen his face when I called him out."

"You didn't!" Violet snorted.

"Did." Cassie chirped. "So, whataya wanna do in here? Besides the obvious, I mean." Violet's answer was a shrug. "So, just window shopping or shopping for real?" Cassie asked. I can buy you whatever, ya know."

"Is it wrong that I just wanna get down to business?"

"Not at all, Vi." Cassie assured her friend. "Are you really that excited?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Alright, best idea I got is we split up slightly," Cassie laid out her plan to Violet. "You lead and act as spotter."

"OK, and you?"

"I'm gonna ride the escalator a few times," Cassie grinned. "You should be able to see anyone giving me eyes from the upper floor."

"That's... brilliant," Violet gushed at her friend's idea.

"Need I remind you I was one of my marks just a few days ago?" Cassie asked. "I know how they think."

Violet nodded.

"Kay, that way," Cassie motioned toward the left. "The escalator isn't far. I'll meet up with you in a moment. Cassie allowed Violet to put a good chunk of space between the two of them before she picked up her pace. A moment later she was at the base of the escalator. She glanced up to verify Violet was in place before stepping aboard, placing her legs in such a way as to allow anyone who chose to look a truly magnificent upskirt view. In another moment Cassie was at the top at which point she gave a little spin, allowing her cheerleader skirt to fly out slightly before she stepped off the escalator and joined Violet at her lookout point.

"Anything?" Cassie inquired.

"Yeah, but no," Violet answered. "Just that skeezy looking dude near the water fountain." Cassie spotted the man and was compelled to agree with Violet's assessment.

"It's cool," Cassie said. undeterred. "We can just loop around to the green escalator."

"I assume I'll be spotting as you lead?"

"I totally didn't consider it working both ways," Cassie answered, impressed, "but yeah. Guess I'll lead."

That settled the girls split up somewhat and made their way to the green side escalator. A few minutes later Cassie was there. She glanced behind herself and saw Violet pulling up to the railing just as she neared the escalator. She stepped on and this time she positioned herself against the side of the escalator and allowed the handrail to push her skirt up. She did her best to put the most oblivious look possible on her face as she exposed basically the entire left side of her bikini bottoms to the world.

Cassie felt the breeze on her ass as her skirt fell back in place when she stepped off the escalator. This time she walked towards the center of the mall slowly, giving Violet time to catch up. In just a moment her friend was by her side and from the look on her face Cassie knew the news was good.

"He's right behind us," Violet giggled excitedly. "Don't look now, but I'm pretty sure he's following us. Blue shorts, grey shirt." The girls continued walking nowhere in particular. Passing a trash can Cassie reached into her purse and pulled out an old receipt. She then turned around and tossed the scrap away. She easily spotted the man and Violet was right. He was following them and he definitely looked like a solid mark. Fit, handsome and maybe in his 30s. Target verified Cassie turned back around and rejoined Violet.

"Here." Cassie nudged Violet into a department store. The girls plotted a meandering course towards the juniors section and in so doing verified that the man followed them into the store. Finally into the clothing section where he was almost sure not to follow the girls went over the plan one final time before splitting up.

Cassie headed towards sporting goods where the two were fairly sure the man headed when they entered the juniors section. Violet left the store and made her way to a fairly secluded part of the mall which only housed three vacant stores. She made a bee line for the security entrance situated between a salon and the shoe store they intended to use. Pulling the key from her pocket Violet looked around herself to ensure she was alone before unlocking the door and slipping in.

The light in the hallway was dim, but she'd been here many times and hardly needed it. A moment later she opened a second door and slipped into the shoe store. She had left the light in the back of the store on last time and it remained on so she was just about positive they'd be left undisturbed. Violet set to her duty quickly, opening the closet and ensuring there was plenty of room for her. She had to move a few things, but it only took a moment. That squared away she grabbed one of the benches the store's former customers used to try on shoes and set it in front of the closet, but not obviously so. Then just to make sure nothing went awry she moved the few remaining benches away to spots both less convenient and less well lit. Satisfied with her work Violet reentered the closet and waited with the door open. She'd have plenty of time to pull it closed before Cassie and her mark could make it this far into the store.

While Violet prepared the vacant store Cassie casually made her way to sporting goods to find her admirer. Turning down the fishing aisle she spotted him looking over some rods. Determined to get what she wanted Cassie quietly approached the man. She was right behind him when she finally spoke.

"Like fishing, huh?"

The man just about jumped out of his skin he was so surprised. It took him a while to compose himself, but when he finally did he began to give Cassie an answer.

"Yeah, I do," he said, his voice still not entirely sure of itself. "You know it's rude to sneak up on people like that?"

"Ya Catch much?" Cassie inquired, ignoring his question completely. "I bet you can catch whatever you want," she continued enthusiastically before stepping past the man and bending over slightly to grab a box of lures from the bottom of the display.

"You fish too?" the man asked Cassie, obviously surprised.

"Sure do, mister," Cassie swore. "I fish all the time. In fact... I'm fishing right now."

"Are you really?" The man inquired, rather confused.

"Mmm hmm," Cassie nodded excitedly. "Hooked one about ten minutes ago and all I gotta do now is reel him in. It's real easy when you use the right bait," Cassie followed that statement by lifting the front of her skirt and showing the stranger her bikini bottoms. From this vantage he had an excellent view of the tight fabric covering her puffy little mound. Just as quickly as she revealed it Cassie put away her little treasure.

"What do you intend to do when you catch the fish?" The man asked, deciding to play Cassie's game.

"Well that's a silly question, mister," Cassie laughed. "I'm gonna eat him. Gonna put him right in my mouth and swallow."

That said the man swallowed hard, "R- really?"

"Yup," Cassie assured the attractive stranger. "All I gotta do is finish reeling. What's your name, by the way?"

"Nick."

"OK then, Nick, I'm Cassie. How about you come with me?" Cassie offered him her hand. His heart was pounding a million miles an hour, but he took Cassie's hand and she lead him out of the store.

A few minutes later Cassie and Nick were in the same neglected end of the mall as Violet was earlier. After ensuring they weren't followed Cassie pulled the security key from her purse and opened the door. She entered the hallway with Nick right behind.

"Where did you get that?" Nick asked as soon as the door closed behind them.

"What? The key?" Cassie asked. "My best friend found a security guard's key chain once, figured out which key opened the doors and copied it before returning the ring to the mall office."

"Smart girl," Nick observed. "That the one you were with earlier?"

"Yeah. She had to bail, so I thought I'd have some fun," Cassie answered. "This way." Cassie used the key again and the two were in the vacant shoe store. She led Nick to the area Violet set up, noting the closet door was indeed open just a crack. Cassie pointed to the bench asked Nick to sit.

"You had this set up?" Nick asked Cassie, rather surprised at how prepared she was.

"Yeah, sorta," Cassie lied. "I set it up yesterday, but didn't find anyone."

"I find that hard to believe," Nick remarked.

"Came back today with better bait," Cassie replied with a smile. Nick chuckled at that. "One thing though, Nick," Cassie continued. "Yours'll be the first cock I ever sucked, so don't expect me to be a dick wizard or anything, k?"

"Are you serious?" Nick asked with a laugh. "With how forward you were with me in the store I thought this was your hobby or something. What gives?"

"Trust me, Nick, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"A few days ago I was a 36 year old man till a magic glass of scotch turned me into a little girl."

"Come on kid,"

"Scout's honor"

"So now you're a Girl Scout?"

"Nope," Cassie laughed, "I used to be a Boy Scout."

"Even if I DO believe you," Nick said incredulously, "that still doesn't explain why you want to do this."

"Oh, that's easy," Cassie responded, "36 year old me was a pedophile just like you. When I found myself in this body it seemed only logical that I should do what I could to make some other pedos as happy as I'd like to have been made."

Cassie approached Nick and slowly sank to her knees before him, effectively ending their conversation. She reached out with her small fingers and worked the button of his shorts, then the zipper. After pulling Nick's shorts open Cassie was greeted with a sizeable tent in his briefs. She reached in and was immediately impressed with what she found. Pulling it free of his underwear Cassie guessed Nick's member to be at least seven inches long and moderately thick. It definitely dwarfed the one she possessed in her past life.

"Wow," she gasped as she slowly started stroking it.

"Is it, are you alright?" Nick asked the elementary schooler kneeling before him. "I know it's a bit much so if y-"

"I'm good," Cassie assured the man with the impressive penis. "I can't guarantee anything mister, but I'm gonna do my best."

Upon making such a promise Cassie leaned forward as she pulled Nick's cock towards her and placed a kiss square on the head. She looked up to gauge Nick's reaction, which was unsurprisingly positive, then she got back to work by laying a series of wet kisses all over the head then up and down the shaft. After the kisses Cassie began licking Nick's cock from balls to tip and back again. This treatment elicited a groan from deep within his throat.

"So I'm doing OK?" Cassie asked her subject as she pumped her hand over his saliva slicked shaft with one hand and gave his balls a rub with the other.

"It's a great start, baby," Nick reassured her.

Cassie smiled up at him before returning to task. With everything nice and slick now she popped the head of Nick's cock into her mouth as she stroked and squeezed the shaft. Once acclimated to the oral intruder Cassie began to swirl her tongue around the underside of Nick's cockhead which caused the man to groan louder than before.

Violet was shocked at what she was watching. Her best friend was on her knees in front of a complete stranger, orally pleasuring him. And if his reaction was any indication she was doing a pretty good job of it. Violet was also shocked at the effect the lewd display was having on her. She had one hand clamped over her mouth to ensure she didn't make a sound while her other hand was buried in her shorts strumming away at her little cunny. She remained transfixed as Cassie's head began to bob over the man's large penis. After a few moments Cassie pulled her mouth free and took several gasping breaths, drool running from her mouth as she did. The man said something Violet couldn't make out as he reached forward and rubbed her friend's back. A moment later Cassie nodded then went right back to work on the man's large penis. Violet found herself suddenly very proud of her friend, but also so much more turned on. Keeping her left hand tight over her mouth Violet silently sank down a little, splaying out her knees as she did. Once she knew she had the room Violet slipped her middle finger into her immature pussy and slowly started fingering herself as she continued watching the obscene act before her.

Nick was breathing hard now as Cassie fellated him with alacrity. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of this kind of attention before exploding. After another half minute of Cassie's little mouth sucking and slurping at the top half of his dick Nick simply had to push the eager little cocksucker away.

"What'd I do wrong?" Cassie asked Nick after being pushed off of his penis.

"Not a damned thing, sweetheart," Nick said. "I just want it to last a little longer so gimme a moment?"

Cassie nodded. She was rather surprised at how good a job she was doing. Of course a few days ago she had a penis of her own, so she knew what felt good, but still, she'd never actually done this before.

"Wanna try something for me, Cassie?" Nick asked.

"Probably," Cassie answered. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, I know you're real small and, well, I'm not, but can you see how much of it you can get in your mouth?"

"I can try," Cassie answered with a grin. "Ready for me to go again?

Nick nodded.

Cassie grabbed his cock close to the root and began tongue bathing it with saliva. After getting it about as slick as it was going to get she again lowered her mouth onto Nick's member and set herself to task. For the first few moments she wasn't making much headway, only getting the first few inches in, just as before. Determined to do better she forced herself down and suddenly something just clicked. Cassie did something she didn't entirely understand with the muscles at the top of her throat and suddenly a full inch more of Nick's cock was lodged in her gullet.

"Oh my god," Nick exclaimed as the head of his cock found itself somewhere new.

At this point Cassie had frozen where she was, unsure how to progress or if progress was indeed possible. The problem sorted itself out as she quickly ran out of air since the large piece of meat further in her mouth than before made breathing impossible. Having reached her limit Cassie pulled herself off of Nick's member and began gasping for air.

"Are you alright?" Nick asked, genuinely concerned for the well being of the girl who not long before this was having fun at his expense in the store.

Cassie nodded several times as she caught her breath. "I'm fucking great," Cassie assured him once she was able to speak. "Did you see that? I dunno how far I got, but it was farther." Cassie was absolutely elated with her progress.

"I didn't see it, honey, but I damn sure felt it," Nick laughed.

"OK, can I try again?" the enthusiastic cocksucker between Nick's legs asked, even more motivated than before.

"Like I'm gonna say no to that," came Nick's answer.

Cassie grabbed Nick's cock and once again drew it into her mouth. It still felt sufficiently wet to her so she started forcing herself down on it. She bobbed around the halfway mark again for a few moments till her throat muscles remembered their little trick and she pulled in that extra inch. Again Nick groaned when he slipped deeper. Knowing she was on the clock now Cassie tried pushing herself further down onto Nick's cock, but nothing was working so she pulled away. Not already out of breath this time Cassie noticed a weird feeling when she pulled off of that last inch. It was like her throat was spitting Nick's cock out. Curious she pulled herself all the way off and took a few breaths before sucking Nick halfway in again. Once again Cassie allowed her throat to do what it did and that next inch forced its way in. Almost immediately though she pulled off, her throat again spitting that inch out. Without giving herself time to think or breathe she allowed her throat to pull the head of Nick's cock in again. So determined was she to keep this little exercise up, pulling the head into her throat, then back out, in then out, in then out, Cassie never heard Nick's insistence that she pull off. All of a sudden his penis went rigid in Cassie's throat just as she was on an in stroke.

Running on instinct alone Nick grabbed the young fellatrix by the back of the head and held his cock buried in her throat as he began to ejaculate. His cock surged once, twice, thrice, pouring his seed straight into the fifth grader's tummy. At this point however, Cassie was completely out of breath and fought to pull away. Nick's fourth blast filled her mouth as she successfully pulled off, causing her to gag. Cassie fell to her hands and continued coughing, semen and saliva running from her open mouth. At this point there was little Nick could do but paint the top of the girl's head white with his fifth and sixth shots of jizz.

His orgasm over at last Nick finally came to his senses and tried to help the child gagging in front of him. A moment later though Cassie was finally able to breathe normally.

"Are you gonna be alright," Nick asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Cassie replied, looking up at the man with the impressive cock, a gob of cum still stuck to her bottom lip. "You could have said something, ya know," Cassie scolded.

"Hey, I tried," Nick said. "You were in a trance or something there."

"So, I did well?" Cassie asked with as grin.

"Yeah you did," Nick beamed. "We gotta get you washed up though, you're a sight. Any paper towels or anything around?"

"I have a pack of Kleenex in my purse," Cassie answered.

Nick grabbed her purse and liberated the Kleenex from it. "Sit down and let me see what I can do," Nick suggested. Cassie took a seat and Nick stood over her. Before doing anything useful though he put his cock away and buttoned his shorts back up. After getting himself situated Nick handed Cassie a few tissues so she could clean off her face then started on her hair. He dabbed and wiped, doing his best to clean the youngster's hair of the two blasts of cum with which he'd glazed her. After a couple minutes and the rest of the pack of Kleenex Cassie was at least somewhat presentable again.

"Thanks," Cassie said once he was done.

"No, thank you," Nick insisted. "That was the best damned blowjob I've ever had. I don't care if I was your first cock, you're definitely a dick wizard."

The pair laughed. "Guess I ought to let you out of here," Cassie said.

"You're not going, too?"

"Someone's gotta clean up this mess," Cassie said. "Don't worry about it, this is like a home away from home for me. I'll take care of it."

"OK, well, here," Nick said, handing Cassie a card, "If you ever want to see me again just give me a call."

"You know, I just might," Cassie told Nick, suddenly a quiver in her voice. "I can't imagine what it would feel like for that beautiful cock of yours to tear my hymen apart, but I think I'd like to find out." 

"I'm starting to believe your story," Nick laughed as Cassie lead him to the door. "I can't imagine a little girl saying such filthy things, but a thirty something pedo might."

"Told ya," Cassie said with a wink. "Bye."

Cassie wandered back into the other room in time to see a somewhat disheveled Violet emerge from the closet.

"Enjoy the show?" Cassie asked with a laugh.

"It sure was something," Violet responded. "Do all girls do it like that?"

"I'm not sure. Like that how?" Cassie asked.

"For a minute there I thought you were going to choke to death," Violet replied. "That can't be normal."

Ohh, that," Cassie began, "I suppose it is a bit out of the ordinary. When I pulled that magnificent cock of his out of his shorts I suddenly found myself determined to give it as much pleasure as I could possibly manage."

"I get the feeling you succeeded."

"If this is any indication, yeah," Cassie observed as she waved Nick's card.

"He wants to see you again?" Violet asked?

"Yup," Cassie answered. "Think I might. He really does have a fantastic cock."

The pair laughed.

"You're looking a little, um, out of sorts, by the way," Cassie observed. "What'd you do while watching us?"

"You can tell?" Violet asked, surprised. "Well, it was just so damned hot," she confessed, "I had to... you know."

"How'd it go?" Cassie asked, hopeful that her friend was learning.

"Well," Violet replied, "I really like fingering myself." She blushed a little with the admission. "If I didn't have to keep quiet I think I'd have done it."

"That's great," Cassie said, glad her friend was getting better at that most important skill.

"So, you wanna clean up and get out of here?" Violet asked.

"Sounds like a plan."

The two spent a few minutes tidying up the room. When they were satisfied it was in decent enough shape they turned off the light and left. Once back in the mall proper they headed to the food court and grabbed a bite to eat before returning to Cassie's place.

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Alright, this is all I have so far. I hope to finish it at some point, but no clue when. If you have feedback, send it to cheerleader_fan@mail.com