back to her all excited.
'Great!' he exclaimed. 'Janie and Mack are at the clubhouse now. I gotta do something, but you come back and they'll tell you about things, okay?'
'Okay,' she muttered. She was just hanging up the telephone when her mother returned to the hallway.
'Who was that? I didn't recognize his voice,' her mother said.
'Oh, Peter DePow,' she said, not without some pride that she knew him.
'You look lovely in that little dress,' her mother enthused before the name she had heard registered on her brain. 'DePow? Any relation to Ernest DePow?' her mother asked, stunned.
'I don't know. His son, maybe,' Laura said, now sorry she had been proud of her new friend and had mentioned his name. Her mother was bearing down on her, forgetting whatever errand had brought her through the hall. She looked as though she were bursting with a million questions. 'Look, Mom, I don't really know and I got to go in a big hurry.'
Her mother's face look disappointed, rejected. Laura, forgetting that she was wearing a dress, bolted out the door in her usual fashion, like a barn-crazed colt let out to pasture for the first time in a long winter.
Laura easily remembered the way to Peter's house, and she turned into the yard not knowing whether she hoped someone saw her going into such an important place or hoped no one saw her because she understood now that playing with Pete was going to make of her a social oddity in her family and among her relatives. They would all stop making fun of her boyish interests and start to talk to her like a human being, and she didn't know if she could take that notoriety. There was a price to fame that she hadn't known about before she had seen it in her mother's avid eyes. Thinking about that, she wondered about something else. If everybody bugged a person for being a friend of someone important like Peter, what must it be like to actually be Peter DePow? Maybe that's why he had to go to a private school and play baseball in some other secret place, part of a secret club. Gosh, imagine having to sneak around avoiding people all the time! How lonely!
By the time she had finished that kind of wondering, she had arrived at the big red maples, and there was Janie.
'Mack's gone to get some sodas,' her girl friend explained. 'Pete will be awhile. I'm going to get some cookies or something. Would you mind picking up the club house a little?' Janie asked.
'No, I don't mind,' Laura said generously. She was feeling kindly and understanding now after her sympathetic thoughts of Pete and all the problems he must have being wealthy and related to a former mayor. She looked around. No, the boys were not in sight. She had been silly to wear a dress, but as long as they weren't here to watch her climb into the tree house, she guessed she would be fine. At the moment she wasn't as worried about being seen as she was about knowing she was seen, feeling the hot eyes staring at her under her dress. She doubted it would take much to force those incredible feelings to the front once more, burning away her will power and her reserve.
'Tell Fido to be good,' Janie added. 'Tell him I'll bring him a bone if I can find one!' The dark-haired little girl laughed.
'Who's Fido?'
'Club mascot,' Janie explained with a twinkle in her eye. With that she turned on her heel and started back to the street.
Fido turned out to be a dog. From his name, Laura had guessed he would be a dog. What she had not guessed was that he would be such a big dog! He was a full grown German Shepherd, his long hair a soft black color. How in the world had they gotten such a big dog up into a tree house, she wondered.
'Well, my goodness, aren't you a mystery, though,' she cooed gently to the beautiful dog, lovingly stroking his large head.
The pleasing sound of the girl's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Fido with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to seal this new friendship. Imagine getting goosebumps from an animal's licking tongue! I'm in a bad way, thought the pig- tailed little girl. She kept hoping that the sexual stimulation that she had now undergone twice without fulfillment, would go away with the passing of time, yet it seemed to be roused more easily as time went by instead of less easily.
'Maybe they'll bring something for you, too,' she said, patting the dog's head again but more absently because of her divided thoughts, half on him and half on the unwanted heat in her body.
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she was saying, Laura thought, unable to repress an urge to embrace him against her thigh and continue stroking his warm, creased, fur-covered head. He whimpered again softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses in his glistening muscular body, the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by the club members to recognize.
Laura tore herself from the dog with a will. It was time to forget herself and do the picking up she had promised. Then when the others came back, they would this time talk about safe things like sports, she hoped. Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Laura picked up some papers from the floor and then bent over to fix the pillows on which Pete DePow had introduced her to a new side of herself earlier. And behind the bent figure, Fido's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the rosebud-studded dress.
The twelve year old girl was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fido's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she could only lay to the prurient excitement which still smoldered inside her aching loins. Instead of doing any of those wise things, she continued to stoop there, waiting, thrilled by the fact that the big dog's beautiful head was wedged up under her short dress from behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened cuntal area! Could a dog know? Could he sense the erotic state of a human being?
It had to be that, she admitted to herself. His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy just as though she had no panties on at all, and how she would dearly love to take them down! Again he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread cuntal lips, licking along the entire panty-covered furrow.
Slowly, Laura raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly motion. Then he softly growled.
'What… what is it, boy?' the frightened little girl asked.
The strange dog uttered another muted growl, and the sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were imagining things or not but it seemed he growled because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs! Oh, how silly I can be! she told herself, scolding then. I seem to have my mind on one thing, and now I'm even suspecting a dog of being attracted to me. Wow! That's really going some! Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had passed, she sank weakly to the pillows in the corner. Once again she wished she were home where she could do as she pleased, hide or sob or… or… masturbate!
It was certainly a long time, and no one was coming. She might easily have been asleep. Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through her abdomen as she lay limply on the pillows on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her, and she tried to move but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She partially opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there, unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. She opened her eyes a little more. No, the others had not yet come, but further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Laura raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what was going on. Her dress was pulled up, and she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and Fido, the club mascot, was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great black head lowered just above… above her panty-covered cunt!
Once again a flood of fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue was too much. Like a puppet on a string, Laura slipped her
