What love is

Chapter Two
Night Fairy

Monica didn’t feel like cooking bacon and eggs so we just settled for a bowl of raisin bran. I was totally expecting her to lecture me about the magazines, but to my surprise, she didn’t say a word about them!? It was as if she was trying to avoid the subject. Anyway, after breakfast we went into the den still in our night clothes and turned on the television to see the weather report.

I was so hoping that the rain would be ending and we could have my party outdoors, but that just wasn’t going to happen! In fact, the news man said that entire city was in a state of emergency due to the rising flood waters from all the rain, which was expected to continue until late Sunday night!

As we sat and watched scenes of the devastation, there was a new report that the small bridge that crossed Hunter creek had completely washed out! That meant that there was only one other way to or from our house. It was a side road but it was flooded over too since it was below where the bridge was. We were completely cut off from the rest of the city until the water subsided, and that would take a few days! We really had nothing to worry about though, there was plenty of food and we had backup power, we’d be ok for a month if need be.

Behind the house was a huge field with a hanger and a single engine Cessna that used to belong to my dad, he used to use it to take aerial pictures of houses and property but it hadn‘t been flown in a while. And since Monica couldn’t fly it, it really wasn’t an option for transportation anyway.

Feeling disappointed about my party, I got up and walked over to the sliding glass door that led to the patio and looked out at the gloomy day, the rain was still steadily pouring and it seemed like it was never going to let up.

I saw Monica slowly walking up behind me in the reflection of the glass, and then felt her hands on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry about your party sweetie, and it looks like we wont be having any visitors for a while either? We’ll just have to make the best of the situation and find some fun things to do. That shouldn’t be too hard should it?”

I didn’t say anything at first and just kept staring out at the rain, her warm hands on my shoulders felt nice. I thought about that part in the email where she said that “she’s going to miss having sex with Sarah” and “she’ll find another sex partner.” I wasn’t sure of just what was going through her mind at that moment. Then it occurred to me that this could be a great opportunity to find out a few more details about her. How could I confront her about the email? I wondered?… Suddenly, I had another idea.

“Hey, could we go up to your room and play games on the computer?” I was careful not to give even the slightest hint that I saw what she’d written earlier.

“Sure, we can do that if you want, I’ll even give you the grand tour, you haven‘t seen the room since I‘ve put up my drawings,” and with that, she took my hand and led the way.

“You know, I wish I lived in a house like this when I was your age, all these rooms, a Jacuzzi, a pool inside and out, you’re a very lucky girl Melissa.”

“Yeah I guess? Where did you live when you were little Monica?” I asked as we started up the stairs.

“Well, I lived in a large house, but it wasn’t anything like this. It was sort of a home for girls who didn‘t have anywhere to go. I spent my entire childhood there.”

“Were there boys there too?”

“No there were only girls, but there was a boys home a few miles down the road from us. I remember there was a lot of bad things said about the way things were done there. I heard it was more like prison than a home for boys. Our home was nothing like that, it was more like a big family. An older man and woman that we called our house parents ran the place, their names were Frank and Della.”

“What were they like?”

“Umm, … Frank was a very stern man, he could be down right scary at times. And Della was sort of quiet and a little more easy going, but firm when she needed to be.”

“Did you like living there?”

“Yeah it wasn‘t so bad, I had a lot of friends and we shared lot’s of secrets… I learned a lot from those girls, I really miss them all, they were like sisters to me. There was this one girl named Sarah, we became very close friends and she‘s still my best friend in the whole world. In fact, I‘d love for you to meet her someday, I‘m sure you‘d like her, she’s just so cool!”

Hmm, I bet she is. I thought as we approached the door to her room. We went in and she turned on the light and began showing me all the drawings and photos she’d put up. Almost all of them had something to do with fairies. They were all very beautiful and it was obvious she had a great interest in them.

“Wow your room is cool Monica! You sure have a lot of fairy pictures!” I commented as I looked around.

“Um, yeah … I began drawing them years ago, each one represents a special person in my life, do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re beautiful,” I answered and stopped in front of the largest and most colorful one. “Who does this one represent?”

“Well its sort of a long story, they all have a lot to do with some of my childhood secrets. Maybe I’ll tell you about them sometime but for now, lets get you started on the computer. And, while you are doing that, I’m going to have a soak in the tub. Does that sound ok to you?” she asked as she went to the desk and suddenly remembered her letter. “Oh wait, wait, I need to finish this email and send it first. Would you start running the water for me while I finish this please?”

“Ok,” I said, and went into her bathroom. I was trying to think of a reason to go back so I could pretend to see it by accident, but I couldn’t think fast enough. Besides, now there were more secrets to dig into and my mind began working on them instead.

After she’d finished and sent it, she came into the bathroom and I went to the computer. She left the door slightly open but I couldn’t see her from where I was sitting. The sound of the water running made me suddenly feel like I had to pee so I went to the door and knocked; just as I did, she opened it and smiled and said “you didn’t have to knock silly the door wasn‘t closed, its just us girls here…is everything ok?”

“Um, I have to pee.” I finally managed to say.

“Sure sweetie, go right ahead.” I expected her to step out, but she just continued to undress. I could feel my whole body heat up when she took off her pajama top, it was the first time I’d ever seen a grown-up naked, well, other than in the magazines, but it just seemed different in person for some reason? I was trying not to stare but she acted as if it was no big deal and just kept talking.

“You know I never realized they made bathrooms this big until I came here, I mean, just look at this tub, its like a small swimming pool!” she said as I slid my panties down and sat on the toilet.

Her back was turned to me as she took off her bottoms then stepped in and sat down. Just as I wiped myself and stood up, she said “Oh this feels so good! Hey, would you like to join me, there‘s plenty of room?”

Somehow I knew she was going to ask me that, but I wasn’t ready with an instant answer. Without thinking, I responded and said “Ok sure, I mean, its just us girls here right?” Then I thought to myself “GOD! What did I just say? I can not believe I just said that! Oh well, too late now, I may as well get in. This could get very interesting.

My panties were already down so I just stepped out of them and pulled my jersey shirt off. As I was getting in the tub she said “Oh my, I see why you’re so full of questions about those pictures in the magazines, you’re already beginning puberty! I think I was like twelve before I saw anything on me?”

I tried to pretend that I wasn’t shy, but I felt myself blushing as she looked at the few black hairs on what I referred to then as my ‘chia pet’. She must have sensed that I was getting embarrassed and said “It’s ok, everyone goes through it, it just means that you’re growing up and your body is going through changes. Looks like you’re ready for a training bra too! Has your mom talked to you about these things?”

“Well, she works a lot and we don‘t…”

“Yes, of coarse, I’m sorry sweetheart, it was silly of me to ask, I already knew the answer to that. I didn’t have anyone to tell me about personal things either when I was your age, well, at least not adults anyway. But there was a very special woman who taught me ways to cope with not having a mom or dad.”

“Who was she?” I asked and then settled into the water and leaned back with my arms sprawled along the rim exactly as she was. I felt more grown-up than ever at that moment and I was ready to talk about anything.

“Her name was Kristy,” she continued. “She was a psychiatrist at a local mental institution. She volunteered to visit the home once a week to talk with the girls. Sometimes, she would even stay there over night or even several nights in a row if she felt it was necessary. In fact, she became known to some of us as our night fairy”.

“Why? Did she always come there at night?” I asked, puzzled that it somehow must have something to do with her drawings?

“Well, no not exactly, she came during the day but she used to visit us in our rooms at night while the house parents were asleep. I used to have terrible nightmares and she would come up and um…comfort me. She had some special stickers that she called fairy stickers and when she would put them on me, I would become so relaxed and comfortable, it was like magic! But it was just our secret”.

“How old were you then?”

“I was nine the first time I met her, and I liked her right from the start. She was a lot friendlier than our house parents. She’d helped me so much with my nightmares that I wanted her to help my friend Sarah too.”

“Did Sarah have bad dreams?”

“Well, Sarah and I had a bad experience once … but Um … that’s another one of those, I’ll tell you later thing’s … maybe when you‘re a little older sweetie?”

“You can talk to me Monica, I’m not a baby, I know more than you think I do,” I said slightly grinning.

“Yes, you seem to be very um … informed for your age Melissa,” she answered and quickly changed the subject.

“Oh look, my feet are starting to get all wrinkled, I think we’ve soaked long enough, don’t you?” she said as she smiled and stood up right in front of me. That’s when I noticed that she had no hair what so ever on her vagina, Just like the girls in the magazines.
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