Seeing Deeana happily gossiping with Amanda and Kristina, I shook my head and discreetly checked out Amanda’s two friends, only one of whom would be around for many years to come.
Deeana was a naturally pretty girl, petite and standing at around 5 foot 4 inches, and she had curly burnet hair that cascaded down her back to her hips.
Unlike Amanda or even Kristina, she didn’t coat herself in makeup, and if I’m being honest, she was prettier than either combined; however, what Deeana didn’t have going for her was that she wasn’t a blond bimbo.
I s**t you not; Kristina and Amanda were the epitome of Ditzy blonds, who were more suited as trophy wives than actual respectable women, whereas Deeana was more like the typical Girl next door, with a sweet face and kind heart.
Kristina, on the other hand…could have easily been a model…eh, well, maybe one from a dirty magazine or something, hell I bet if she were born in the 2000s instead, she would have EASILY ended up as one of those OnFans girls, especially when you consider the fact that she has ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE TITS, like god damn.
I’ve seen some big boobs in my life, but with how her shirt was bulging, I had to run the image of her through my memory more than once to check double it was the same Kristina I remembered.
Young Kristina was a bombshell, physically, at least, but that all changed the moment she opened her mouth and spoke. Between her voice and speech patterns, it was an INSTANT turn-off for most people.
"Like oh my gossh, Manda, did you see the new issue of…" her annoying voice caused my ears to switch off almost instantly.
’Please make it stop; it’s like nails on a chalkboard every time they laugh or speak.’ I complained while aggressively slamming one toy log onto another.
"Uh-oh, it looks like someone is getting fussy," by the time I slammed the sixth log down, forming a small wall, then kicking the whole thing over to vent my frustrations, an angelic voice came to save the day.
"DEEDEE!" I cheerfully squeeked before running to the edge of my playpen.
It was Deeana, who apparently was getting annoyed by Kristina and Amanda just as much as I was and looking for an excuse to leave the room; she noticed me flailing about and took hold of the opportunity.
"I’m going to put Taylor down for a nap. You two can keep the conversation going. Also, don’t forget Kris and I brought swimsuits to lounge outside by the pool." Hearing about swimsuits, my ears perked up as I practically jumped into Deeana’s arms.
’Hmph, just because I can’t touch doesn’t mean I can’t look. Deeana is a cutie, and whore or not, Kristina is still hot; plus, I’m a baby, which means I can totally cop a feel and get away with it, hehe.’ Imagining the near-naked bodies of Deeana and Kristina, my perverted brain took over.
Carrying me off to my room after being dismissed by Kristina and Amanda, Deeana walked down the hall, past the kitchen, and to my bedroom.
Once there, she closed the door and exhaled loudly.
"Taylor, don’t grow up and let strange women like them weasel their way into your life," gliding across the room to an old wooden rocking chair, Deeana spoke sadly and was filled with a strange sense of anxiety not lost to me.
Shifting me to her right hip, she then gently sat down in the rocking chair, moved me to her lap, and picked up a book called Good Night Moon, which everyone would read to get me to sleep.
"And don’t grow up to be a jerk like your brother," looking down at my icy blue eyes, Deeana sighed ruefully; it was clear she missed Riley but had something else troubling her.
I mean, she was, after all, spilling her heart out to a one-year-old who shouldn’t understand.
"No worry, DeeDee," toddling up, I kissed her cheek and hugged her around the neck.
"Heehee, you little rascal, you’re going to be a lady killer when you get older; now, let’s settle down; it’s nap time, mister sweety pants." She said while kissing my cheeks and forehead before spinning me around and opening the children’s book so I could see the pictures.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t resist the perverted urge and nestled my head right between her C-cup breasts, making her giggle and resting her chin atop my head.
’Yep, this is the life, a hotties boobs on either cheek, and she chalks it up to cuddling; gotta love being a baby.’
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Now, I know it may seem extremely out of character for me to be getting so attached to Deeana, but in reality, it wasn’t. Growing up, I had heard NUMEROUS stories about how attached I was to the girl as a baby.
Whenever she would come over, I was practically inseparable from her, so I knew this was the act to play. Since that was the case, there was no reason for me to shy away from physical affection.
I mean, when a cutie like Deeana gushes all over you, who in their right mind would reject it? I was no exception.
For the next 15 minutes, the sweet girl read to me, using an animated voice, and pointed at the pictures until I started yawning and eventually closed my eyes.
Of course, this was all just an act. Although I wanted to continue rubbing my head on her breasts, I knew it wouldn’t last forever, and if I wanted to see her in a skimpy bikini, I would need to get the hour-long nap over with.
Moving things along, soon enough, I was comfortably fake asleep in my crib, and after giving me a little kiss on the forehead, Deeana left me alone for nap time.
The second I heard the door close, my eyes snapped open, and I found myself staring aimlessly at the animal mobile overhead.
’I can’t believe that I will have to endure this for years. It would be one thing if I had access to my Talent, but without Particles…particles…PARTICLE POTION!’ Clenching my tiny fists, my eyes shot wide open as a plan to access my Talent formulated, causing me to shuffle under my blanket before opening my panel.