SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS

Feature writer: LesLuv
Feature title: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This
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Hi, my name is Petra, and I’m twelve years old. I’d like to tell you about my best friend Sandi, because I have been dying to write this down and tell someone how wonderful she is. So, now I can get to use a computer, here goes.

My story begins when I was just a few months old, when my mother suffered such severe post-natal depression they had to put her in an institution. My Gran came to look after me, but by the time I was four she couldn’t do that anymore. Dad told me that Mum was going to be away a very long time, they were getting a divorce, and that he was going to employ a housekeeper. The next day she arrived. Her name was Mattie, she was thirteen when she came, and she had a sister called Alexandra who was called Sandi. She was seven when I first met her.

We lived in a very poor area. Dad was a share farmer, and what with droughts and low prices, he had to work very hard just to keep us fed and clothed. Mattie and Sandi’s dad worked in the town’s garage, and things were very tough for them too, because there were seven kids in that family. Sandi was the youngest.

Mattie looked after me and the house for no pay, just her meals and Mum’s clothes and stuff. She told me that didn’t matter, because with five brothers it was good to get away from them, and that she didn’t have to go to school. She slept most nights at our place, and after a few weeks she brought Sandi with her, and she stayed as well.

I don’t remember all that much about those early years, but one thing I’ll never forget. That was the joy of having someone to talk to, someone who was nice, and fun, and understanding. I remember feeling lonely before they came, because there were no children about my age anywhere close to us. I did go a creche once a week, but the rest of the time I think I just played around home. Mattie changed all that, and was such a nice girl that I would not leave her alone. She didn’t seem to mind, but when Sandi arrived it was different again.

Our cottage had three bedrooms. Dad slept in the one he and Mum always had, I slept in the next one, and the smallest one, next to mine, was taken by Mattie.

Sandi had to find somewhere to sleep, so she asked if she could sleep on a camp bed in my room. This was fine by me, because she and I could talk when we wanted to, and she was really nice, like a sister. The only heating we had was the kitchen stove, which went most of the time, so it could get cold everywhere else, especially in winter.

The very first night she was there it was so cold. We never had enough blankets, so I was rubbing my feet on the sheets as I lay in bed, trying to warm them, when Sandi said, “God, I’m cold. Can I hop into bed with you? We can keep each other warm.”

This seemed like a really good idea to me, so I said, “Alright, I don’t mind.”

She did, and I don’t remember ever having felt so happy. She put her arms around me, and I knew then that what I had missed most of all were my mother’s arms. I cuddled her back, we kind of rubbed our bodies together, and got warm that way. We were asleep before long, but something woke me up as dawn was breaking.

Sandi’s hand had got down into my pajama bottoms and her fingers were playing with my peepee. It felt OK, I thought, but I’d always been taught that you never played with it or touched it, because it’s where babies came out of and had to be protected. You always kept this part of your body private.

“Um – ” I moved away a bit. “What you doin’?”

“Sorry. I just like, well we just like doing it. Mattie gets real excited, seein’ it’s just us two girls at home, we sleep in the same bed, we just got kind of natural, you know? Like lookin’ at each other, well, each other’s bodies. Mattie looks at mine, I look at hers, and we touch each other, and we do – well, it’s kind of like loving, but our mum doesn’t bother about us much, so we started to – do things, you know?”

I didn’t, so asked, “Like readin’ in bed? Or playing with your dolls? I got a doll and she keeps me awake sometimes.”

“Oh, Petra, it ain’t like that. We play with each other. Like I was playin’ with you before. Like what I’m doin’ now.” She giggled.

Her fingers were rubbing the folds of skin, Granny called them lips, then I felt one go inside them. It gave me a bit of a fright, ’cause I’d never done that, but Mattie washed me there and her finger had done the same but it was OK for that, but after a second I thought that if it was OK for Mattie, it had to be OK for Sandy even if I wasn’t in the bath. And it did feel kind of nice.

“So you don’t mind?”

“Well, I was told it was wrong, but it feels nice, kind of, and if Mattie does it too it has to be OK.” I already knew Mattie knew everything, and she loved me.

“So why don’t you try doin’ it to me?”

I could see her smile, a real teasing kind of grin, and I could feel her finger rubbing up and down inside the lips, and it suddenly did feel nice, real nice, and I could fell tingly things running up my spine and I gasped.

“See, it’s real good, and I like it too, so will you, Petra? Please, cause Mattie and I aren’t in the same bed any more, but you and me are.

So I did. She showed me where and what I had to do, and it was real slippery and smooth, warm and as I did it to her she did it to me, and she must have got that jolt in her tummy too, because she moaned a bit and shook the same as me.

After a bit she rolled over to face me and kissed me, right on the lips, and told me we could be lovers and do it every night and it would get better and better. We just had to wash our hands first, and go to the toilet and stuff, and it would keep us real warm every night. Then she put her finger in my mouth and told me that was what I tasted like, and I could put my finger in her mouth so she could taste what she was like, then next time we could taste ourselves.

It was funny, doing that, cause I’d only ever licked my finger if it had food on it, but her taste was kind of sweet and strange. Later on I found out it was called musky, but Sandi was my new friend and I was happy to do it as much as she wanted. So we did it the next night too, and nearly every night after that, and we got so we wouldn’t go to sleep unless we had, but it was easy to get warm and a real comfort. And we loved those tingles and shaky feelings, and Sandi even shook sometimes and gasped real loud. She said those were the best ones, but I never did.

One time Mattie came in as we were doing it, so she hopped into bed with us, even though the bed was probably going to collapse, and she said that Sandi was a wimp ’cause they used to do a lot more than what we were doing, so Sandi said I was too young as I was only just five, but Mattie said no one was ever too young, so she showed me what they did. It was called sucking off, and she put her head between my legs and put her tongue up my cunnie (they told me that’s what it was called) and licked and sucked it real hard and I got all hot and shook and had to cry out it was so wonderful. Mattie said that was called an orgasm, and I should go ahead and do it to her ’cause she liked them best.

So I did, and she tasted really strong and got very wet and I swallowed a lot of her juice, but I couldn’t suck hard enough so Sandi did it and Mattie came. Mattie had lots of black hair on her cunnie, and she said she also got her periods, which she told me about, and that she could have babies, and when Sandi and I got to her age we could too.

So from then on Sandi and I did sucking off as well as our fingers, and Mattie said our sheets were always stained, but she didn’t come into our room again. When I asked her why she didn’t come to be with us, she said we had each other, and she had her little friend which was enough. We should be together, just the two of us, threes were trouble. Sandi and I went around together all the time, and I even went to school with her and she looked out for me.

The boys called us awful names, but two of Sandi’s brothers were at the school too, one of them was twelve, and he bashed up the kids that gave us trouble. They said we were lesbians, but Tom, her brother, said it was better to love someone than no one, and he loved his brother, and what were they going to do about it? So they left us alone.

Then, when I was eight, Mattie told us she was expecting a baby. We were excited, but Sandi, who was eleven by then, was upset as well, because she said Mattie was her sister and she would be different when the baby was born, and then she wanted to know who the father was. Mattie was never afraid to tell the truth, she said it was always THE BEST WAY even though it sometimes hurt a lot to do that, so she looked at me and said I was going to have a sister or a brother.

I didn’t get it, but Sandi did. She screamed. “You mean Petra’s dad? You went to bed with him? You fucked him? Oh, Mattie how could you do that. He’s so old. And what will Mum say? And Dad?”

“Huh, they don’t care, not what we do, not about us, they just wanted to see us gone. Anyway Bert has had a good year, cattle prices have been high, and I’ve been helping him with the book work, so we’re going to move into a place of our own with a proper bathroom and kitchen, nice rooms and extra heating.”

She looked at us, serious, and said, “You don’t have to go through all the proper things to be happy. We ain’t go no papers, just ourselves, so we got to trust each other. Anyway, I been doing it for years, goin’ to bed with him, ever since I came here. He’s really nice, and he was so lonely, and I don’t care because I love him. So, Petra, I’m going to be your mum, and you’re going to have to be good and do all the washing and chores.” But she was grinning, and I knew she was really joking.

Well, we have a baby sister, her name is Angel, and she’s four now, and a baby brother called David after my grandfather, and he’s two. Sandi and I are still together, we’re always going to be together, and we look after the house, and Mattie, and the kids, and we are happy. Very, very happy. I want to be a school teacher, Sandi is studying to be an agricultural something, and Dad has become a farmer in his own right so the money is a lot better. And he’s happy too.

Thanks for reading this, I had to tell someone because I’m bursting with thrills. I heard the song on the radio then other day, so I thought it would be a good title.

 

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