The Thirteen Club

Carla walked into the ice cream parlor and ordered a strawberry gelato. It was a hot summer’s day and a gelato sounded good. As she took a seat at a table she looked over hearing the sound of two girls laughing. Just a few feet away were three two girls, maybe thirteen.

One of the young teens looked familiar, she was blonde and very hot. The girl was sitting in a rather provocative position. She was wearing one of the retro micro miniskirts, and it was hiked up in such a way that her pink panties showed. Carla glanced away licking her gelato slowly, she didn’t want the girl to catch her looking.

She glanced once more. The pink panties were tight, so tight that Carla could see the outline of the girl’s tender labia. She was also wearing a t-shirt that was so tight she could see her beautiful perky breasts, and her nipples pushing against the fabric, probably as a result of the cool air in the shop.


Carla was in her mid thirties, living alone at the moment, and was definitely aroused at the sight of such sweet young pussy. However she realized that these girls, especially the cute little blonde probably didn’t realize what she was doing, not that Carla didn’t appreciate the view, as she stole peeks now and then trying not to be obvious. As Carla sipped let her tongue take long sensual licks of her gelato in between peeks. She noticed the girl had moved, and now she had one leg extended showing even more of her crotch. The pink fabric of the panties seemed to grip at the folds of the girl’s young cunt, it was obvious to Carla the girl was shaved clean. Her thighs were so damn soft and creamy, Carla felt her own pussy lurch as she tried not to stare.


As the girls talked she heard the dark haired girl call the other one Sara. Carla realized that Sara lived on her street a few houses down. Her parents as she remembered were divorced, and her Mother was beautiful and dressed in short skirts like her daughter. As Carla looked up she caught Sara looking at her, smiling and running her tongue over her lips in a most provocative manner….was she mocking her, did she know that Carla was a lesbian? But then again, how could she know…Carla had never mentioned it to her, and Carla made sure that on those rare occasions when she was entertaining, she was very discreet.


Carla looked over again, this time Sara was running her hand up and down her soft thigh. Carla couldn’t believe her eyes. The brunette seemed oblivious to what Sara was doing under the table. Carla looked at Sara’s hand caress her firm soft thigh, it was really making her aroused, which in turn made her feel uneasy. Carla finished her gelato. Again her eyes caught the young blondes. At that instant Sara moved two fingers into the crotch of her panties, sliding up and down making the crease in the panties even more obvious. When she moved her hand away she blew a kiss at Carla.

Carla thought she would explode. She couldn’t take anymore. She smiled got up and walked to her car, on shaky lags. The young teen had got to her. She was only 13, what was she thinking? She could never do anything with a girl so young, could she?

Carla sighed when she walked into her cool air conditioned house. She took off her dress, and pantyhose and slipped on a skirt and a blouse sans her bra, it was so much more comfortable. Then she went in and got a glass of wine and took a seat on the sofa. No sooner had she taken a sip of win than the doorbell rang. Wondering who was at the door Carla opened the door and found Sara standing there.


“Well hello Sara, what brings you by?” said Carla her voice trying to hide her excitement.


“Oh, I saw you at the ice cream shop, and I thought I’d drop by, if that’s OK?” the fir said brushing past Carla and into the house.

“Ah sure, come on in.” Carla was astounded by the confidence the young teen processed.


“Would you like something to drink?” Carla asked again trying to keep her emotions under wraps.


“No thanks.” said Sara walking into the living room. Her little bum looked so hot in that skirt thought Carla.


Carla and Sara sat down on the sofa chit chatting, with Carla wondering what Sara really had on her mind. Sara’s micro mini skirt was hiked up again, showing her beautiful legs. Carla could feel herself becoming aroused just from the sight of Sara’s thighs. Carla felt uneasy, Sara was so young. At thirteen she was just a girl really.

Sara moved suddenly, causing her skirt to ride up more, her pink panties coming into full view again. Carla’s heart started to beat a little faster as she tried not to stare. Then she looked at Sara asking, “So Sara…why are you really here….this is not just some social call.”



“You’re right,” said the young girl with that disarming smile of hers.


“I saw you looking at me in the ice-cream shop, and well, I liked the way you looked at me.