Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Four

Mrs. Riding. Story about how predators stalk their prey. About little girls who once listened to Mother, then wandered too far down the wrong path. When they told me they’d found my husband’s granddaughter and that the state wanted me to take her in, I almost cried. I never had kids of my own. I was ready to be grandma before the social worker finished her pitch. Nothing readied me for that first meeting. Wolf struts in like she owns every body in the room and no one tells her no. When she laughed at my hello and shoved Little Red straight onto the floor, I knew my job was to sit quiet and watch. And watch I did. I watched that cocky slut tear the buttons off Red’s dress, watched her tongue swipe up the thin trail of sweat between those soft breasts, watched her grind until Red gasped and clawed and came. My fingers dug grooves in the chair arms, but I stayed put. Wolf likes taking what others want. She ground their wet cunts together so hard I thought she’d break the girl, yet Red took it, hips slamming up to meet every thrust. Now they sleep, tangled and spent, and it’s my turn. I rise on shaky legs, pull my nightgown over my head, and slip between them.