It was if the show was just for her. Kylie sat, mesmerized as acrobats and other carnival performers in the big tent displayed their feats. Just after a woman being held by a man on a trapeze somersaulted away from him and was caught by another man on another rig, Kylie excitedly turned to her mother and...stopped.
Her mother was doing one of those things with her boyfriend. And neither of them liked it when they were interrupted. They were kissing and they each had a hand between the other's legs. No one else seemed to notice and Kylie returned her attention to the action in the ring. Why would they want to do that stuff here when there were so many interesting things to see here?
Of course, the grown-ups hadn't been interested in the carnival until an envelope with tickets and vouchers for free stuff mysteriously arrived in the mail. Kylie had been delighted but now her mother and the boyfriend were doing that stuff that they did a lot back in the apartment.
The five year-old sighed. Grown-ups liked doing stuff between their legs. Her mother and her boyfriend would do all that rubbing and touching until they went in to the bedroom and closed the door. Kylie didn't know much about what happened next except that they took their clothes off and made lots of noises while they bounced on the bed. They even said bad words to each other when they did it although they didn't sound mad. They did get mad for real of Kylie interrupted him and she had learned her lesson well the only time she had one that she had.
Other grown-ups liked touching between the legs, too. (Kylie knew all about this because her mother often told her to stay out of the apartment so she could pretend her daughter didn't exist.) There was that man in the apartment building who liked to put his hand in Kylie's panties and touch her there. It mostly felt strange but sometimes a little good. He also put his thing in her mouth and had her suck it. She didn't like the stuff that shot out of it but the candy he gave her afterward took care of the lingering taste.
When the clowns came out, Kylie forgot all about the idiosyncrasies of people over four feet tall. Their antics had her rocking in her seat with laughter. Her favorite was the clown with a bushy head of orange hair who had one of the squeeze horns and apparently ordered the other clowns with honks that they evidently understood and obeyed with comic, slapstick alacrity.
Kylie looked back at her mother again - surely she had to be enjoying this. But no, she was still lip-locked and busy-handed with her boyfriend. Behind the couple sat a pretty lady with nice clothes who made eye contact with the little girl. The woman winked and shrugged to show she understood Kylie's confusion about her mother's priorities.
Watching the clowns again, Kylie enjoyed herself and was disappointed as the clowns began leaving the tent. The clown with the horn paused at the tent flap and turned to honk his horn. Kylie started when she understood he was honking right at her. Grinning widely, he gave her a wink and gestured at her to come with him.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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