"I know. I just pulled the sticky towel out of the laundry chute. You fucked me, too. And I have no doubt that Miss Morgan will be spreading her lovely legs for you to fuck her later tonight as well. You're a Sex Angel."
"I'm a what? I'm not familiar with that type. Is that a seraphim or a cherubim?"
"I'm not sure. You may be unique."
I swallowed the last of my glass of milk and went over to her. I sat down on her lap and put my head on her shoulder. "Whatever I am, I'm your little angel." I told her softly. "I am happier here than I have ever been in my life. I try to find ways to make you happy because I love you and I want you to be as happy as I am." I reached into her blouse and started stroking her breasts. She shivered at my touch and rocked me. I slid down in her lap and hung my legs over the arm of the chair so that I lay cradled in her lap. I looked up at her as I took her breast and put the nipple to my lips. I closed my eyes and nursed gently as Bambi stroked my hair and my cheek. As tender moments go, it was one of the best.
The ringing of the front doorbell cruelly interrupted my reversion to infancy. I let Bambi's nipple slip from my lips and I cried out, "WAANHH!"
I heard Bambi sigh deeply. She had been as much into the moment as I.
"Hush, now baby," she said. "Hush." She pushed me up and I swung my feet back to the floor. I stood up and knuckled my eyes and stuck out my lower lip. She chuckled at my performance and took me by the hand and led me to the front door, picking up her purse on the way.
Bambi opened the door to the delivery boy, who turned out to be a Chinese kid named Louis Wu that I recognized from school. He worked weekends running deliveries for his family's restaurant. Apparently, he didn't recognize me at all.
Having a new audience for my 'widdle-kid' routine, I turned it up, hanging on to Bambi with one hand and sucking the thumb of the other while twisting and turning with all the boundless energy of a five-year-old. Poor Louis did not look too closely and I got away with being the only five-year-old girl who sported HH-cup breasts.
Bambi accepted the large paper bag with one hand and set it on the table. She had to let go of me to open her purse and I immediately grabbed the hem of my jersey with both hands and started swinging my arms back and forth. I was just pulling the jersey up far enough on each swing to give Louis a flash of my pubic hair. If he saw anything, it wasn't registering. He was trying to ignore the hyperkinetic child and collect for the food.
Bambi handed him a bill large enough to cover the total plus a very generous tip. I thought he was about to get enough of a tip, but this is what happens when you do a show with no rehearsal. Louis expressed his gratitude at the tip and Bambi reached for the door when I yelled, 'Wheeee!' and swung my arms straight up in the air, pulling the jersey completely over my head so I could look through the neck-hole and see Louis' reaction. He looked at me and his eyes almost fell out of his head. His mouth fell open so far I thought his jaw would bounce on his chest. It was one of the best surprise-reactions I had ever seen. Bambi swung the door shut on him and we both collapsed on the floor, laughing so hard our stomachs hurt.
"I think our delivery time from Wu's Restaurant just got cut in half," I gasped. Bambi could only nod. She was laughing so hard no sound was coming out.
When our laughing jag wound down to an occasional giggle, I asked Bambi, "How come you had them deliver here? I thought you were going to send it over to the house."
She blotted her eyes and said, "They won't deliver to a different address unless you pay them first. It's too easy for them to get scammed out of an order that way. I was going to give him ten dollars to take it over, but when I realized what you were going to do, that plan died quick. You blew his mind. After that, he'll be lucky to find his way back to the restaurant. We'll have to take it over ourselves. I think you want to talk to Yvette in person anyway, right?"
"Right. I just wanted to give her some space. Jan must have told her by now. Let me get something on and we'll run right over."
Bambi and I both changed clothes again. We put on halter-tops and shorts. I knew she was turning me into a clothes-horse too, but it was just so much fun I couldn't resist. It was like we were a couple of kids playing dress-up. We enjoyed dressing each other and we enjoyed seeing if we could top each other and we enjoyed seeing if we could guess what the other would put on. She promised to take me shopping again for shoes after I talked to Yvette. I was already starting to think of Mom as 'Yvette' and Bambi as 'Mom'. I thought it would be confusing, but it seemed very natural. Bambi and I thought so much alike that we mostly knew what the other was thinking, as evidenced by our little play for Louis the Chinese delivery boy and designated shockee of the afternoon. Our multiple roles as parent and child, friends, and lovers were starting to blend into something more like sisters. I made her feel like a teenager and she made me feel like an adult — most of the time — well some of the time. The way we giggled and carried on, I think the average age was skewed much closer to mine than hers. A lot of the time I just totally forgot she wasn't my age. Most of the time it never mattered.