SLEEPOVER

Tears rolled down from Marie’s eyes as soon as Mr. Jones placed his palm on her cheek, giving her a comforting touch. By this time, he had already made up his mind for what had to be done next to avoid Marie doing anything that would cause her trouble in the country that they lived in. But he didn’t deem it appropriate to mention it at the present moment.

“Prepare for your sleepover,” Mr. Jones directed Marie only to bring a smile on her face, and a subtle smile showed up on her face. She walked to her room to pack all her necessary stuff. Perhaps it was important for Marie to take some time off from the environment at home, which gave time to her dad to plan everything out and maybe even execute the way out of the mess that was in line to happen. Hence, he lived up to his promise.

“What sleepover?” Delilah asked as she took a step forward towards him.

“Marie is going for a sleepover,” he replied.

“What? Why? What are you doing?”

“Stay out of this, Delilah.”

He got up from the couch and walked outside the living room. Angela followed him, and Delilah’s blood boiled seeing this. She also wanted to go out with them, but her daughter, Rebecca, stopped her. Very intelligently, she started questioning her own mother as she understood that her step-dad needed some fresh air and his friend was there to support him.

Rebecca asked, “What talk did you have with uncle Terence?”

That cleared out much about Rebecca knowing what her mother had been up to. The mother and daughter were open about things and discussed almost everything with each other. Delilah must have mentioned to her about her being unhappy in the marriage and justifying her friendships with every male in the colony. Maybe that is how Rebecca must have witnessed that there was nothing in the fancy things of life, and she stayed to herself.

However, Marie, on the other hand, did not get that exposure from her parents. There was a big gap, and that was the reason that made her very possessive and insecure about the things which belonged to her and the people she built a connection with and didn’t want to let go of. But, hopefully, everything was happening for good now. A plan taking control of her father’s mind, and she packing her bag to sleep at Jean’s house tonight; things were falling in place.

Soon after they all had lunch, Angela headed to her home after having a long talk with Mr. Jones on the plan which he had in mind on what he must do in such a critical situation. Marie picked up her bag and stood with Jean while Jean called her driver. Mr. Jones asked if he could drop them, but then Jean said that her driver was coming.

As Jean’s driver parked the car, Marie had bubbles of joy bursting inside her. This was going to be her first ever sleepover and, adding on to that, it was happening at her special friend’s house. They immediately got into the car and Mr. Jones was seeing them off. Delilah was nowhere to be seen which pissed off Mr. Jones even more. It proved that she couldn’t be happy with Marie’s happiness.

Jean’s House

Right after entering the house, Jean took Marie to her room on the second floor. Marie was surprised to know that she lived in such a big house and had many servants taking care of her, and yet she was staying in the hostel. But she didn’t ask her too many questions because, truth be told, Marie was a little embarrassed about what happened at her home.

They played games and had a sumptuous dinner after which they headed straight to Jean’s room. That was when sparks arose because it was an extremely different feeling for Marie to be in the same room with Jean.

Despite the fact that she was her best friend and both of them had been talking about spending some time together at Jean's home, an emotion which was not so common for people their age was in the air. Butterflies in the stomach, music in the ears, and love in the air, all of it was coming to life as each second was passing.

At the time when Marie sat on Jean's bed after she asked her to get comfortable by showing her hand on the bed, Marie went through a sensation of wetness in her genitals. She did not know what this feeling was about, and neither did she expect something of this sort to happen. With Jean's body language which was making Marie feel supposed; it was a new experience for her entirely.

Normally, this happened a week before her periods on a monthly basis, but that also did not make her feel like the way she felt on knowing that she would be sitting on the same bed as Jean. For her, it belonged to the same level as if they were getting intimate.

Only the physical proximity itself played an important role since both the girls were young and inexperienced. Even though Jean showed off quite a bit as she would take the lead in times like these, which made others think as if she had enough knowledge in this segment, but it wasn't the case.

Jean was also getting as excited as Marie was, but she did not have any clue regarding what she should do about feeling the way that she was also feeling. That was because she was not sure if Marie felt the same way because, in case she didn't, anything that Jean would do was surely going to cause troubles to their friendship. Never in the world would she ever want that.

They started talking about random things like the things which Marie had been doing during the holidays. Jean found it very boring because she was not that much interested in studying. She did not study because she liked learning about new things, but she studied only because she had to study, and there was no alternative solution to that.

"Have you ever heard about a body massage?" Jean boldly asked with a mind in which her intentions were not very clear.

"Ya, ya, I know body massage."

"Have you ever got it done?"

"Nooooooo," Marie replied.

"Do you know how it feels?" Jean raised another question.

"I never got it done."

"Want to try?"

"Sure," Marie answered with a little confusion in mind, but because it was Jean, she didn't bother much.

Jean went a little to the back of Marie and as they were both sitting on the bed, Jean placed her thumbs on Marie's lower back. The moment when Jean’s hand touched her back, she shivered down her spine. A simple touch on top of her t-shirt felt pleasurable, let alone anything else.

“Something happened to me,” Marie mentioned.

“What happened?” Jean questioned her with her innocence displaying through her eyes.

“I don’t know, but something happened.”

“Explain it to me a little, please.”

“I felt as if I was getting a current,” Marie responded.

“Current? What current? It was just my hand,” Jean clarified.

“I know, stupid. When you touched me, a current ran through me.”

“When I touch you, to me, it does a different thing,” Jean expressed.

“What does it do? Tell me.”

“My down-part gets together.”

“How can that happen?” Marie asked.

“It is like it squeezes, and a little on the top a light current happens,” Jean replied.