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story_codes: g/g, cons

story_intro: 5yo Samantha is quite shy and finds it hard to make friends. But her big sister showed her a special game that two girls can play, so she decides to show her roommate, Whitney, how to have some fun after bedtime. Maybe now they can be really good friends.

story_language: English







Claridge Academy, part 9

Written by madvlad


Note: See previous parts for the description and background of the characters and plotlines. Part 9 takes place on the Saturday after Part 8.


	It was Saturday night; the night that the six kindergarten girls under Dottie's care gathered in the common room for a movie and some popcorn. But Maggie had gone home for the weekend with Lauren, which left only four girls, or so Whitney thought. She knocked on the door of the room that Megan and Gretchen shared, but no one answered. 

	"Have you seen Meagan or Gretchen?" she asked her roommate, Samantha. 

	"Miss Dottie said they got to go on a special field trip overnight," Samantha replied. "But we can choose our movie together - just the two of us!"

	"Oh, I didn't know they were gone. Meagan never told me."

	Whitney was so disappointed that more of her friends were gone that she didn't notice the crestfallen look on Samantha's face. Samantha rallied and tried to get Whitney's attention again.

	"So what movie do you want to see?"

	"I don't care; you go ahead and pick one."

	Samantha went to the small cabinet by the television and picked a Disney movie that she set by TV. She was rather shy and found it hard to make friends. Whitney and the other four girls in her group, as well as all of the other girls in her kindergarten class, were all very nice to her, but she still didn't feel like she fit in. Within her own group, Maggie and her roommate Lauren were practically inseparable. And Whitney often spent time with Meagan and Gretchen. 

	The two girls had changed into their pajamas and were on the couch when Dottie came in with a large bowl of popcorn and some juice boxes. 

	"I made too much popcorn," said the dorm mother, a young woman in her late twenties who was part counselor and part nanny for the six little girls in her care. "I'm not used to only having two of you here, so I'm only putting some of it out. I don't want to have a pair of sick little piggies on my hands.

	She tickled Samantha's and Whitney's tummies, eliciting giggles and squeals from both of them. The feel of their soft bodies beneath their pajamas aroused the young woman. Having six of these little sweeties under her care and supervision was a constant temptation, but she knew the rules and knew the rewards as long as she resisted her urges while she was with the students. Her contact with the mysterious group known as The Five sent her on regular trips to a spa where the young attendants, girls imported from South America and Asia, provided Dottie and other dorm mothers with much needed release.

	Samantha was a slender girl with pale blue eyes and long, dark curly hair. Whitney's eyes were a darker shade of blue and her light blonde hair was nearly white. Dottie had assigned the two girls to the same room because she thought they would be a good match. Samantha was naturally quiet and shy while Whitney was a little insecure about her size. Turning five just before the school year, she was already the youngest girl in the school. On top of that she was quite small for her age. 

	Dottie had also been watching Samantha closely to see if she was doing anything with any of the other girls. Her contact had reported that Samantha's older sister, an eight year-old who also attended Claridge, had been fooling around with her over the summer, playing a game that had been either invented by or introduced to some girls decades ago, according to some clandestine records. The game had been passed down from older girls to younger ones over the years. So far, there was no evidence that Samantha had played it with anyone else.

	Dottie left the girls to watch their movie. When it was over (and after several denied requests from both girls to stay up and watch another), she sent the girls to brush their teeth and then off to bed.

	Samantha could not fall asleep. She had hoped to have more time with Whitney and become closer friends this weekend, but it was not happening. She remembered Whitney and Meagan cuddling together in the large chair in the corner for a movie night two weeks ago after Meagan's mean older sister had done something bad to Whitney. Tonight, the two girls had happily shared their popcorn and laughed at the antics of the Disney characters, but it wasn't quite the same. 

	Samantha missed her big sister. They saw each other from time to time during the day, but here in the dorm, she had no one she was especially close to. She didn't know why it was so hard for her to make friends and she found herself crying softly as she rolled over and faced the wall.

	"Samantha?"

	Samantha felt a tapping on her shoulder. She quickly rolled over and saw Whitney standing by her bed, her already wide eyes open even more with concern.

	"Why are you crying?"

	"Oh, I didn't mean to," Samantha sniffled. "I was just feeling sad."

	"Why?"

	"I don't have any friends here and I miss my home."

	"But we're all your friends. I like you. Megan and Gretchen like you. I think all the girls like you."

	"But you're always doing stuff together without me."

	"Oh," Whitney was startled. No one had meant to exclude Samantha; she had always seemed to be more comfortable by herself. 

	"Then just join us," Whitney suggested. "You don't say much so we thought you liked being alone."

	"Really?"

	"Sure, everything will be more fun if there's another girl with us. They are going to have ballet classes after school soon. I told Miss Dottie I wanted to do that. Do you want to do that too?"

	"Yes!" Samantha exclaimed.

	Whitney paused, thinking about the other thing Samantha had mentioned. 

	"I feel homesick, too," the little blonde confided. "But my mommy and daddy had to go to a place call Thailand. It's really far away, so I only see them when Miss Dottie turns the camera on her computer so we can talk and see each other at the same time."

	"My parents live in another state, so they're far away too."

	"When I feel sad, my mommy and daddy always give me hugs. Do you want a hug, Samantha?"

	"Uh huh,"

	Whitney leaned over and the pair shared a tight, squeezing hug. Then Whitney went back to her bed and climbed up. 

	"Good night, Samantha."

	"Goodnight, Whitney."

	Samantha lay in the dark, feeling much better. And she had really liked the hug. Crawling out of bed, she went over to Whitney's bed.

	"Whitney? Can I sleep with you tonight?"

	"Huh? Yeah, I guess."

	Samantha slid under the blanket and could feel the warmth radiating from Whitney as she settled close to her friend. She kept thinking about the game her sister had shown her this summer and wondered what Whitney would think. She didn't want to scare off her friend, but after several minutes, she decided to ask.

	"Whitney, do you want to learn a special game?"

	Whitney rolled over to look at her.

	"We're supposed to be asleep. I don't want to get in trouble."

	"But this is a game we play in bed."

	"Okay."

	Samantha sat up and quickly removed her pajama top.

	"What are you doing?" Whitney asked.

	"You have to take off all your clothes to play this game."

	Whitney eyed Samantha warily. For the past two weekends, grown-ups had made her take off her clothes. Then the men had put their pee pees in her mouth until they squirted some strange, salty stuff. And the woman put their mouths all over her body - even on her private part. But Samantha was just another girl; she wouldn't do that. So Whitney joined her friend in removing her pajamas. When both girls were completely naked, she turned to Samantha.

	"Now what?"

	"This game is called the Rubbing Game. The bigger girl is on top and the smaller girl is on the bottom. I had to be on the bottom when my sister showed me this game. But since you're littler than me, I get to be on top now."

	Whitney bit her lower lip. She wished she was bigger, but there was nothing she could do about it. Following Samantha's instructions, she lay on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could. Samantha then climbed on top of her and explained what they were about to do.

	"First, we kiss each other and there's a surprise."

	Samantha lowered her mouth to Whitney's soft lips and kissed her. The smaller girl stiffened when she felt Samantha's tongue begin to slide into her mouth. But unlike the aggressiveness that Whitney had endured before at the estate, Samantha was gentle with her probing. Reassured by her friend's touch, Whitney slowly brought her tongue to meet Samantha's. Both five year-olds felt a slight warmth begin in their loins as their small tongues slid against each other. Finally, Samantha broke the kiss to tell Whitney what would happen next.

	"I'm going to rub my wee wee against yours. If we do it right, our wee wees will get wet, but don't worry 'cause it's not pee. And then our wee wees will get really warm and then we'll feel kind of wavy all over."

	Samantha propped herself up by her arms and positioned her cunny on top of Whitney's. Slowly she began to rub her crotch up and down between Whitney's legs. The soft, smooth flesh of their tiny pussies felt incredibly good to each little girl. Whitney shifted a little as Samantha settled in against as she continued to rub. Whitney's clit began to stiffen and she gave a small gasp as Samantha's pussy grazed it just the right way.

	"See? This is what happens. And it will be even nicer the more we do it," Samantha said.

	Whitney thought that these sensations were only things that grown-ups knew how to make happen. That another little girl could also do this to her had never crossed her mind. It also helped that Samantha was her own age and close to her own size, which didn't overwhelm the tiny blonde like the grown-ups had. She began squirming, moving her hips to produce more rubbing as Samantha slid up and down.

	Samantha felt a special thrill with being on top for the first time. Now she was in control, although at her age, she didn't understand the concept of dominance. She just knew she liked it there instead of being pinned to the bed. Soon, she felt herself and Whitney getting wet down there. That meant she was doing everything right. 

	Both girls were losing themselves in the sensations emanating from between their legs. The room was filled with small moans and whimpers and the liquid sounds of soaked flesh being squeezed and massaged together. Samantha began rubbing harder and faster, making her and Whitney's bald pussies become even juicier as they pressed together. 

	Samantha suddenly stopped as an orgasm exploded inside her. As the ripples subsided, she looked down to see Whitney trying to buck her hips against her. She knew from when she had played with her sister that their wee wees didn't always tingle at the same time, so she resumed rubbing and quickly brought her partner to climax.

	The curly haired girl was greatly satisfied to see the pleasure she had produced, but found herself becoming aroused again so she kept rubbing to bring herself off again. It was always easier the second time. Whitney's pussy was extremely sensitive, having just completed her climax, and the petite blonde weakly tried to put her hand down between her legs to sop Samantha's rubbing. 

	But the other girl was too strong and too far along to stop, so Whitney slumped against helplessly the mattress. Before long, she felt the pressure building up inside her own pussy. She looked into Samantha's eyes and tried to say something, but could only produce an odd sound from her throat. Samantha knew what was happening as she felt herself reaching the crest and could only nod back at Whitney. A second cum cracked through both little girls at once and Samantha fell on top of Whitney's heaving chest while waves of pleasure wracked their tiny bodies. 

	Samantha slid partially off of Whitney and the two girls stayed that way, waiting to recover. But as they did, they drifted off to sleep.

	A few minutes later, Dottie quietly walked into the room to check on the girls. The first thing she saw was that Samantha's bed was empty. Thinking that the youngster must have left to use the bathroom, she looked over to Whitney's bed and was surprised to see two small figures there. The dorm mother took out her cell phone and pressed a button to make it illuminate. This was a trick she learned when she started her job to provide a little light without turning on the room light and waking her charges. 

	Samantha's cute little bare butt greeted the pale blue light from her phone and Dottie quickly realized that both tykes were completely naked. Samantha was laying face down, still halfway on top of Whitney. Dottie quickly realized that Samantha had decided to initiate the Rubbing Game on her own. 

	Slowly, Dottie rolled Samantha off of Whitney and then moved the cell phone up so she could see the two of them. Both tiny, hairless quims shined wetly in the electronic light - the girls must have just finished their game. Dottie carefully pushed her finger into a small wet spot that had formed on the sheet below Whitney's pussy. She closed her eyes as she tasted the fluids on her fingertip, immediately identifying it as juices from some very young vaginas. 

	As tempting as the sight of two naked, recently sexed kindergarteners sleeping below her, Dottie restrained herself from touching their little bodies. Instead, she took a quick photo with her phone before pulling the blanket up to the girls' necks.

	Returning to her room, Dottie loaded the picture from her phone to the computer, then e-mailed it to her contact with the simple message, "We have a new development." (The computer's e-mail system was encrypted which is why she used it instead of her phone for this communication.) Then she lowered her panties while staring at the image on her screen and went to work with her hand. 




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