0 comments/ 22049 views/ 2 favorites The Walled Garden By: Yotna_Eltoub (Caution F/Plant Trans) With thanks to my proof-reader Esu. ___________________________________________ Inspired by Lost Boys third competition and dedicated to the LB and his work. WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. (c) Yotna El'toub 2004 Chapter one: Outside It was four in the afternoon, on a perfect summers day. Bethany lifted her head and stretched backwards to ease her cramping muscles. It was nearly done; the large lawn spread out before her - pristine. Bethany rested her well-padded chin on the top of the rakes handle. She breathed in deeply, savouring the sweet July air 'Bliss' she thought. She heard a slight cough behind her, and swiveled her substantial shoulders. Mr. Groome stood behind her, his crumpled appearance oddly out of place in so much perfection. He cleared his ancient throat. "Master Hubbard has asked me to talk with you, Beth..." He started. "Oh no, what have I done wrong, I've tried so hard - I loves it here Mr. Groome!" Bethany's face reflected her genuine concern. "Ahem, now calm yourself Beth, Master Hubbard is pleased with you, very pleased! He wants you to work elsewhere tomorrow - doing more vital work," croaked Groome's dry voice. "Where, the vegetables patch, the nursery? Oh I'd like that caring for the young plants!" Bethany beamed. "Even better, Beth," Groome paused and held up a scrawny arm, the long crocked forefinger pointed directly at the walled garden, "there, the inner sanctum!" "But, but I'm only a casual, me work in the walled garden! Are you sure those were his words?" Bethany gazed, open-mouthed. "Yes Beth, he feels you have something to give to the old place," Groome smiled, the first she had ever seen, "you m'dear are to be congratulated!" "Thank you Mr. Groome, I'm so excited" Bethany turned back to her work with added gusto. As Groome wandered away he heard her voice, she started to sing in her lovely lilting style, it was always the same song. "Early one morning just as the sun was rising, I spied a poor maiden in the valley below..." Groome stuffed his slender hand deep into his trouser pocket, and withdrew a mildewed handkerchief. He paused his shuffling progress, just long enough to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Old fool" He muttered to no one in particular. --------------- Evening time arrived and Bethany's delight evaporated, it would soon be time for supper. She hated this more than anything else, the snide comments, the hurtful glances. Bethany sighed a big sigh, and trudged towards the despised kitchen. Her thoughts took on a familiar darkness 'Why do I have to be me, why am I so different?" Bethany washed her hands in sullen silence, and then made her way to the supper table. Helen saw Beth coming, and she slid to the left crushing her side hard into George's. "Sorry George, but I got to make way for porky Beth, I don't want to get flattened! I'm sure Tim don't fancy her enough to offer his lap." Tim and George roared with laughter, and George blew his cheeks out grotesquely, lurching from side to side in a feigned wobble. Macy spoke up. "Leave her be! She can't help her looks, none of us can!" Tim winked at George. "I think you fancy her Macy - I seen you staring at Helen when she bends over in the garden. I thinks you're a bit of a cat flap" "Cat flap?" queried Helen. George replied for Tim. "You know Helen, a cat flap - swings both ways!" Macy stared hard at Tim. "Just because I reject you, it doesn't mean I'm a dyke - I've just got taste!" The table erupted into laughter again, except of course for Bethany, and her silence was as profound as it was angry. The rest of the meal passed away in good-natured banter. Bethany said nothing, soon the clock chimed 10, and they all headed for their respective bedrooms, before the dim light became total darkness. Bethany settled down in her secret spot by the window and waited, she knew she would not have to wait too long. Keeping her head well back from the window, she stared into Helen's window opposite her own. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark she could make out Helen on the bed, and yes, she was doing it again - playing with her young supple body - arching her back against her pleasure. It was an odd and guilty pleasure that Bethany enjoyed, watching someone else, go where she had never been. Tonight was different, the moon was out and Bethany's view became increasingly clear. She could make out the detail of Helen's sensual dance in a way she never had before. For the first time Bethany was aware of her body, she wanted what Helen had. She slid quietly from her window seat, and stood before her mirror. Raising her arms quickly she tugged the nightdress over her head. Her hands fondled the smooth slopes leading to her distended breasts and their heavy nipples. Then the moonlight flooded the room, the full moon had wrestled free of its cloud cover and a blue cast brilliance fell on everything. Bethany saw her reflection, it was stark, and she observed all her faults, her large hooked nose, thin lank hair, and worst of all her body! Bloated breasts sagged between her chubby fingers, and her over-stretched belly took on a pasty, mottled hue. The spell was broken; Bethany sank to her bed and cried herself to sleep. --------------- Chapter two: Inside When the new day dawned Bethany was up with the lark. Her sombre mood of the night before forgotten, she sang softly as she dressed. She slipped downstairs, avoided the kitchen and headed for the staff pigeonholes. To her amazement it was there, a lumpy envelope containing the key to the walled garden. She had only seen it once before, on the day of her induction - and now she was to work in the wonderful place! Once outside Bethany virtually ran to the cherished gate, and she stood before it puffing madly. Her hands tore clumsily at the brown envelope, before extracting the key. She grasped it firmly and slid it into the lock, with all the care and passion a lover would use. Click, and the door swung open, one step and the garden engulfed her - the door swung to and locked itself firmly against the outside world. There was a riot of colour, each shade carefully matched to the rest; it was as if she had walked into a Monet painting. It was an impression of paradise. Bethany walked past the flowing fountain, and breathed in deeply. The scented blossoms lifted her soul; she almost forgot that she had come here to work. Her lazy eyes ran along the borders - she could see nothing to be done - all was perfection. A light tap on her shoulder caused her to visibly jump. She spun and looked straight into Mr. Groome's friendly eyes. "Sorry m'dear you'd drifted off, hadn't you - I do some times - breathtaking isn't it?" "It's better than I remember it, Mr. Groome - I have never seen such perfect blooms!" Bethany whispered, overawed by the magical place. "Yes, well quite so, but it's a lot of sacrifice, you know m'dear" Mr. Groome answered, quietly. "So where am I to begin?" Bethany asked. "The rose's, you are to feed the rose's - come this way, Beth" Bethany walked along the perfect lawn side-by side with Mr. Groome, now she felt proud - his equal! Shortly they tuned a slight angled corner and Bethany saw them for the first time. Row upon row of gigantic roses in every conceivable shade and colour, from black to white and from deepest red to the palest of yellows it was stupefying. "This will be your life's work, Beth" Mr. Groome announced, with a surprising flourish. Bethany was amazed. "You mean I'm being offered a permanency?" She enquired, dizzied by the thought of such luck. "Indeed, a permanency, Beth" Mr. Groome smiled. He then pointed to the myriad solutions and containers. "These roses are not normal Hybrid-T's, no these are special hybrids. The blooms are used for the main house displays. They need tender care and a special touch - you have been selected for this privilege," Mr. Groome announced, imperiously. "Roses are my specialty Mr. Groome, I will not let you down!" "I know, m'dear, I know," he paused, as if to say some thing else, then shook his white mop of hair, "get to it then girl!" Bethany beamed, and walked confidently over to the feeds and mulches spread out on the sackcloth that protected the lush grass. Her work began. ---------------- Mr. Groome locked the gate securely after him, and slowly trudged towards the main garden. Half way across the lawn a waving arm hailed him. 'Hubbard, damn him!' Mr. Groome thought, but still he respectfully made his way to his master. "Groome, how is the new garden bride?" Hubbard rasped. "Settling in, master, settling in" "Well she better be up to it, the family's suffering Groome, we're getting scented blossoms - but little more, We can not survive much longer, without true sustenance!" Hubbard commented, rudely. "Have I ever let the family down, master?" "No, no Groome, you haven't" "Apology accepted, master" "Ah, yes, good day to you, Groome" Cursing under his breath, Groome hobbled off to his other duties. Bethany paused in her labour, and looked up at the bright sun. It was way past mid-sky, so it must be well into the afternoon - she must have worked for hours without rest. Strangely she felt fine, not in the least bit tired. Bethany took out her water flask and took a deep draught, swigging it back quickly. Clumsy to the last, she missed her mouth with some of the water; it ran in rivulets over her sweating body - and finally dripped onto the parched earth. The soil drank just as deeply as Bethany, sucking the moisture into its darkness, and dampening the roses roots. In the heat of the afternoon, the gentle breeze stirred the roses pollen into fertile clouds; they billowed across the still garden. Bethany took a deep breath, having finally slaked her raging thirst. She drew handfuls of the pollen-laced air deep within her nourishing lungs. At the end of a long and satisfying day, Bethany left the walled garden, dutifully locking the gate behind her. Not even the thought of supper could depress her tonight; she strode across the garden singing merrily. Her buoyant mood carried her through the meal with ease; she even took part in the banter - laughing at her own ways. Bethany helped Macy clear away the plates. "You're in a good mood Beth!" Macy commented. "Yes, it must be the new job" Bethany smiled. "That and the hairdo, it really suits you - where did you get it done?" "Nowhere, I've been in the walled garden all day!" Bethany replied. "Yeah, sure - anyway we all deserve or little secrets" Macy quipped. Macy slapped Bethany's ample behind and ran for the stairs. "See you tomorrow" she giggled, before disappearing. Bethany shook her head in disbelief, and then moved the thick strands of hair away from her eyes, before climbing the stairs. Once in her bedroom she ignored the ritual spying, she was too tired to bother watching Helen tonight. As soon as Bethany's head touched the pillow she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. ---------------- Chapter three: Inside-out When morning finally arrived, Bethany rose early and wandered down to the walled garden, she reveled in the freedom of have some time to wander around its splendours before the working day began. She found the pull of her corner of the garden irresistible, and soon found herself walking through the roses she now loved, tenderly stoking the dew damp petals as she passed. They felt almost like living flesh, smooth, slippery and seductive. Her fingers lingered deep in the recesses of one flowers petals, she felt sure it was suckling on them, just as an infant would. Something tickled her thigh, and she reached down to swat the intruding insect away - to her surprise her fingers met lush vegetation. She glanced down her ample body to see what looked like a rose sucker, clinging to her leg. Then she felt the sharp but pleasant scratching of its thorns. Her leg felt warm, pleasantly warm, but there was something else. Bethany recognised the feeling - it was what she felt when she watched Helen secretly - it was desire! Too late she tried to pull her limbs away from her new lovers embrace. The anesthetising power of the plant aphrodisiac had immobilised her. Her mind grew dark, the oddest feelings and desires flooded in. For some reason the name Confucius came bobbing into her head, something about 'lay back and enjoy it'. Bethany sighed and followed the ancients' advice to the letter. Bethany awoke, stood, and got on with the job of tending for her roses. She lavished care on them and chatted to them, as one would a companion. All to soon her day in the garden came to an end. She locked up and walked back to the kitchen, she shared a pleasant supper with her friends. Even Helen was pleasant to her, asking her what diet she was on and how she had made her skin so clear. Bethany laughed off the comments, sure there was a jibe in there somewhere - but it didn't matter, something had made her immune to the pain. So it remained, the pattern became routine. Early mornings with her roses, days of hard work, and evenings filled with laughter. There were also the strange questions, the compliments, and a subtle change in the way Tim and George reacted to her. Their behaviour to her had altered; it became more attentive - almost as if they want something from her. Something she had, Bethany was puzzled - what on earth could it be? Late one evening, Bethany looked up from her labours in the walled garden, suddenly realising how late it was. The sun was low on the horizon, and the round face of the full moon peaked above the far garden wall. Bethany sighed, late for supper again! Bethany slipped lithely through the gate, locked it, and headed to the kitchen. Supper was over, the kitchen was empty, the plates long since scraped, and washed. Bethany simply washed her hands and went to bed. Tonight though, sleep would not come, she rolled and tossed on her bed for a while, then she finally gave up. Idly she wondered, for the first time in ages, whether Helen would still be frantically exercising her desires. Curiosity defeated her reserve and Bethany stole her way to the vantage position by the window. Bethany drank in the moonlit drama before her for all she was worth! Helen had company, it was Tim - the couple writhed passionately on the low bed. Bethany held her breath, she watched avidly as Tim's long stalk slid in and out of Helen, over, and over. The desire hit Bethany from nowhere, intense and primal need - burst from her belly. She slid quietly from her window seat, and stood before her mirror. Raising her arms quickly she tugged the nightdress over her head. Her hands fell to the gentle slopes of her firm breasts, her fingers twined themselves around the high domed nipples. Then the moonlight flooded the room, the full moon had wrestled free of its cloud cover and a blue cast brilliance fell on everything. Bethany saw her reflection, she was beautiful, dark brown hair cascaded in lush ringlets to her sumptuous breasts, her waist nipped tightly in, and the muscles on the flat stomach glistened. Her eyes fixed on her sex; dark hair framed moist petal-like lips of rose red. Her lips hung lushly between finely sculpted thighs. She was astoundingly perfect. As perfect as anything in the walled garden! . The spell was complete; Bethany sank to her bed and brought on her first ever orgasm. Bethany finally fell into an exhausted, sated slumber. ----------------- The next day, flowed to the established routine, but Bethany felt different - complete - a woman for the first time in her dull life. She worked with an added vigour, sang with a more joyful lilt to her voice. The day flew by in happy endeavour. When the evening came she rushed to join her friends, to tell them of her fortune. Seated around the table Bethany chatted amiably with the group. Tim spent much of the mealtime talking to Bethany, making her laugh - and teasing her. Suddenly Helen burst into tears and rushed upstairs, Tim hesitated and then reluctantly followed the sniveling girl. "What's wrong with Helen?" asked Bethany, innocently. "She'll live, she's just jealous Beth" Macy replied. "Of who?" Bethany asked, sweetly. George exploded in fury. "Of you, you prick-tease! Don't come the innocent with me, you flaunt it in front of us both, how do you expect us to react?" George stood, and stomped moodily upstairs. "Oh, I see, Helen isn't the only jealous one!" giggled Macy. "What you mean - George fancies, me? Don't be so silly!" "We all do Beth, believe me - we all do" Macy replied in a low voice. "You all do..." Bethany's voice fell. She felt something pressing against her panties, it rubbed rhythmically, and Bethany shuddered involuntarily, her eyes drawn down into her lap. Macy's bare toes were wriggling between Bethany's thighs, as wrong as it seemed - it felt wonderful. Macy's big toe flicked past the hem of Bethany's pants and plundered her wetness. Bethany jumped up, her eyes filled with horror. "Leave me alone, just let me be Macy!" Bethany raced from the kitchen, leaving Macy alone. The girl shrugged, used her elegant fingers to transfer Bethany's wetness from her toe to her expectant mouth. She swallowed, licked her lips and smiled - before sliding her saliva-coated digits deep into her own groin. Once Bethany was safe in her room, she pummeled her pillow with pure frustration. It was just as bad; being beautiful was just as bad as being ugly. Before they had all wanted to ridicule her, now they all wanted to possess her! Not one of them wanted Bethany, she had no one, nothing. Then she thought, she did have something, she had her roses. She would visit them, she would visit her secret lover - and spend the night in rhapsody. Bethany waited, eventually the house became quiet, and she slipped through her bedroom door. Quietly she edged it shut, creeping down the stairs. The smell of female musk hung heavy in the dark kitchen, but Bethany was soon in the pure cool night air. Her slim naked form pranced across the lawn, pausing only momentarily to unlock the gate to the walled garden. Bethany ran into the centre of her beloved roses, and lay prone in their midst. She waited for the rustling, the soft caresses that drove her wild. She felt the familiar roughness of the stems against her wet sex. Then something new, the tender pick of a thorn at the junction of her lips. She grew wild with passion, thrashing her head from side to side. Small prickles assaulted her inner lips; Bethany arched her back at the sensation. She felt the final act, a thorn penetrated her clitoris - cascading her into multiple orgasms. With each gasp Bethany grew more diffuse, slowly her body merged with the soil, her intense pleasure feeding the hungry roots. Bethany fed the roses. ----------------- Epilogue The girl followed Mr. Groome around the garden, nodding politely as he pointed things out. It took sometime, her large bulk made progress terribly slow. Eventually after what seemed hours the ill-matched couple walked up to the Master. The Walled Garden Sarah lay in the warm grass languidly masturbating. She was stretched out on the lawn in her parent's walled garden, lulled half asleep by the warm sun on her flesh and the drone of the bees. Drowsy as she was, she restricted herself to just the gentle rubbing of her index finger on her clit, her finger slipped between the lips of her pussy while she stroked her neatly trimmed pubic hair with her palm. Sarah would always play with herself with her legs closed, one knee cocked and pressed just above her other knee, her leg gently moving back and forth in time with the motion of her finger, thighs rubbing against each other, pressing against her pussy. It seemed to Sarah to be the proper way for a girl to get herself off, demure and dignified. She certainly never masturbated naked. Only in the shower anyway, when the hard jets from the power nozzle played over her breasts, making her nipples stand up. Even then she'd rarely plan what came next. She'd wash herself thoroughly all over, enjoying the feel of the lather on her skin, soaping her large breasts for just a little bit longer then she meant to, enjoying the feel of her hands over her erect nipples. Then she'd run the sponge over her long legs, rubbing her calves and then her thighs, moving onto her rounded hips before carrying on to her inner thighs, not really thinking about it, just catching the outside of her pussy with the sponge, opening her lips a little and lightly stroking the rosy flesh with a whisper thin caress. What followed was only natural and not really thinking what she was doing she'd drop the sponge, move one thigh over the over and slide her fingers inside herself. Once started though she didn't seem to know how to stop, she had just enough self control to remember that she needed to get ready and get to college that she couldn't spend as long as she'd like and so, after a couple of long, slow anticipatory caresses would start to rub herself furiously, her left hand kneading insistently on her breasts, rolling a nipple under her forefinger. Normally though she'd wait until she was alone in bed and everyone was out. Not that she was ever so deliberately calculating, it was just that these were the times she felt most relaxed. She would let her hands wander over her body until they found her secret places. Today was the first time she'd ever touched herself this way outside and she felt naughty and reckless, both pleasingly exciting and uncomfortably dangerous all at the same time. But she knew she was safe, her parents would be out for hours and the garden had a high wall, there was no way anybody could see her. She was trying out her new black bikini and that had made her feel naughty and reckless enough by itself. The bikini, far more revealing then she would normally wear, was an eighteenth birthday present from her best friend, Laura. Sarah had never been entirely comfortable with swimwear, feeling even the demure one piece she used to wear showed off her curves more than was proper or than she was quite comfortable with. She could no longer get into that however as her breasts had swelled in the last six months, filled out and firmed up, so Laura had suggested buying her a new bikini, something to show her figure off. Sarah hadn't been sure but had allowed Laura to convince her. Anyway Sarah was secretly pleased with her new tits. She had noticed the way the boys looked at her. It made her blush but it made her pleased too. It wasn't just her cheeks that would feel the heat though. Something about those admiring glances left her aching to be touched but she would push the thought away. Laura had picked the bikini out. It had seemed quite natural for both girls to go into the changing room together until they got in and Sarah realised she was going to have to strip completely naked sharing this small space with Laura. She had felt shy and awkward taking off her clothes, Laura hadn't seen her naked since they were little girls. Slipping her white cotton panties off, she turned away from her friend only realising too late that Laura could see her full form reflected in the mirror, breasts hanging free, pussy exposed. Sarah caught a glimpse of Laura clearly checking her out. "God, when did you get so hot?" Laura asked. Sarah blushed and quickly slipped into the black bikini, not feeling much less exposed than she had when she was naked. The bottom half was little more than a thong, a narrow triangle covered her pussy but soon narrowing down to a thin band riding high on her rounded hips and all but disappearing between her arse cheeks. It seemed to accentuate rather than cover her bottom. The top half was barely any better. Her tits seemed to be straining to get out of the two triangles of fabric that were barely covering them. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror and was both excited and appalled but what she saw. "You're a proper little sex kitten, Sarah. All the boys will want you now, you know." Laura was always saying things like that but this was the first time Sarah had ever felt they could be true. Laura had always been the hot one with her long legs, slim waist and firm pointy tits. The ones the boys wanted. Sarah would always sit amazed while Laura told her about her latest sexual exploits with John or Richard or one of the others. Sarah had always told herself that she wasn't like that, that she disapproved even, wasn't a bit jealous. But it always got her wondering and that would make her aware that she was getting moist between the legs. So, scarcely believing that there would ever be a time when she would wear it, Sarah had let Laura buy her the bikini, had taken it home and put it away somewhere. Sometimes late at night when her parents were asleep Sarah would get up and slip into it, checking herself out in the full length mirror in her room. She would feel a little silly but she liked feeling hot too. She would self consciously strike poses like a 1950s pin up; one hip out, an arm behind her head, boobs thrust out. She had to admit that she pulled it off quite well and that she had a properly womanly, hourglass figure. After a while though she would start to feel too silly and take it off and go to bed, invariably though she would have got herself a little too excited and so would have to finger herself to go to sleep. This was the first day that she had worn it outdoors. The plan had been just to come out sunbathing but she couldn't quite relax with what she was wearing, feeling self conscious, although nobody could see, feeling daring and sexy and then hot and then moist, fantasising about admiring stares. Shifting around on the grass to try and get comfortable, she felt her inner thighs rubbing together, pressing on her pussy, and she didn't want to stop, she slipped a hand down, her fingers needing to snake in to play with her self. So she lay in the sunshine for some time, rubbing, fingering, stroking, playing, fucking herself almost to climax. Only almost though. There was a loud knock, instead. Sarah sat up suddenly, whipping her fingers out of her pants, blushing furiously, sure she'd been caught. She took a few deep breaths reminding herself that whoever was there couldn't possibly have seen in. The knock came again. It was on the door that led from the garden into the neighbouring field. Sarah desperately wanted whoever it was to go away. She had been so close and knew now that she couldn't relax until she had finished. The knock came again. Sarah's sense of responsibility finally triumphed and she called out, "Coming." God she wished that was true. Suddenly she remembered what she was wearing. Too late to do anything about that now. She also realised that the fingers on her right hand were thick with her pussy juices. There was nothing for it. She put her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself in that way. She thought she'd be disgusted but something about it sent a spasm right through her body, down to her wet, aching pussy and almost sent her over the edge. She got up and ran to the wooden door in the high wall, her boobs bouncing rhythmically as she did so. She stopped by the door and took a deep breath. Hopefully whoever it was could be easily fobbed off and leave her in peace. She took a deep breath and opened the door. It was Laura. She was pleased to see her friend but frustrated that she couldn't have come just five minutes later because now she had this ache between her thighs that only an orgasm could satisfy. Feeling how close she had come to getting caught also made her flustered and nervous, bringing colour to her cheeks. Sarah was also very self-conscious of what she was wearing, aware that once again Laura was checking her out. Feeling suddenly emboldened Sarah decided to return the favour, looking Laura up and down. Sarah had always thought Laura pretty but had never noticed before quite how ravishing she was, not so ravishing as she looked now that Sarah was thoroughly aroused, her pussy wet and throbbing and crying out to be touched. A sudden thought of Laura with her fingers inside her flashed into Sarah's mind. She pushed it away quickly. Laura was dressed in a simple pastel yellow, halterneck sundress with blue forget-me-nots and a wide brimmed straw hat. Her long, tousled blond hair falling over her bare shoulders, like a simple child of nature. The artless effect of her dress and hat was both highlighted and contradicted by the heavy, filthy pair of army boots she had on, thick with creamy grey mud that had splashed up her creamy white legs. The dress came barely half way down her smooth toned thighs and Sarah could see that some mud had splashed even that far up. Laura let herself in and closed the door behind her. "I'm glad to see you're finally wearing that bikini, Sarah. Although it's a shame there's no one else here to see it. You look great in it." "Apart from you, you mean" "Sure apart from me but then I've seen you naked before." Sarah blushed at the memory. "I'm still not sure why I let you do that." "Oh come on Sarah, what's the big deal? Don't be such a prude, we're all girls together. I'd let you see me naked." "Yeah right." "Course I would." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Prove it." Laura hesitated for just a moment, then, "No problem." Laura stood in front of her friend, kicked her boots off and put one hand to her shoulder slipping off one of her dress straps so that it hung down over her arm. She paused to look at Sarah. "Sure you want to see me naked?" Sarah was sure Laura was just teasing but decided to call her bluff. She nodded, just once but very decidedly. Laura looked back at Sarah, their eyes locked in something like a battle of wills but with something else going on as well. Although still not thinking she would, Sarah realised she was actually hoping she would get to see Laura naked. Laura suddenly seemed to make up her mind, smiled and shrugged as if to say, 'whatever, no big deal.' So in a simple, fluid motion she slipped the strap off her other arm too. Her dress immediately slid off her taut, young body, just catching a little on her firm breasts before falling down around her ankles. Sarah gasped. "My God, Laura, you aren't wearing any underwear." Laura just smiled at her friend, standing completely naked except for the sunhat. She was taller then Sarah and her body was stronger and firmer, though less curvy, her tits were round and perky rather than large and voluptuous like Sarah's. The first thing Sarah noticed though and what she couldn't keep her eyes off was Laura's smooth, perfectly shaved pubic area, pussy lips clearly visible. Sarah wondered what they would feel like to touch. "I never like to wear underwear after I shave my pussy," she said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, "it feels so smooth it's delicious, it makes just taking a walk a turn on." Sarah didn't know what to say, Laura was always shocking her with stuff she said but this seemed like a step beyond. Laura stepped out of her dress and gave Sarah a twirl shaking her arse at her friend. Embarrassed as she was Sarah couldn't help but laugh with her friend at the deliberately provocative gesture. She also couldn't help noticing how tight and smooth her arse cheeks were which made her feel a little envious but also made her feel something else altogether. Assuming the show to be over Sarah felt both relieved and disappointed but to her surprise Laura simply lay down on the grass without getting dressed again. She took her hat off and tossed it like a Frisbee over to where her dress lay. She extended her arms all the way above her head and stretched her whole body. As she stretched she arched her back, pushing her tits out. Small, firm and round Sarah noticed how they didn't change shape when Laura lay down, like Sarah's did, but stood out proud above her smooth, taut belly. Laura wriggled a little in the grass making herself comfortable. "What were you doing out here?" She asked. Sarah blushed and felt uncomfortable. Her first thought was that Laura must somehow know what she\rquote d been up to. "Sunbathing?" Laura asked. Sarah felt relieved. "Yes, just sunbathing. Trying out my new bikini." Sarah struck a little pose with her hip and her shoulders as she said the word bikini but instantly felt a little foolish so awkwardly moved to lie down next to her friend. The two girls lay there in the sunshine for some time soaking up the rays, Laura completely naked, Sarah barely less so. They chatted for a while, Laura talking about a guy she was fucking. She was more explicit than normal. Sarah didn't say anything but she felt herself get more and more horny as Laura talked. Her pussy was so wet she was sure her juices were soaking through her bikini and into the grass. She could think of nothing better than sliding a finger into herself, stroking her clit while her friend talked dirty next to her. Well almost nothing. Eventually however Laura trailed off and the two of them lay there in companionable silence. In fact so quiet and still did Laura become that Sarah was convinced she must have fallen asleep. Sarah should have been feeling relaxed but the feeling in her pussy was making her tense and irritable, on edge. She knew she couldn't enjoy the rest of the afternoon without first having an orgasm but she didn't relish the thought of sneaking off to the bathroom to finish herself off, not her style at all. What she really wanted was just to lie back where she was, slip a finger under her bikini and push the button, rub her rosebud and just let the feeling take her away. She was wet and she wanted to come, she had been feeling horny anyway and Laura's little display and her sex talk had only aroused her more. She knew she wouldn't need long and she felt cross and resentful that her friend was getting in the way. Except that Laura was asleep. Sarah could just give herself the attention she needed while her friend slept next to her. It was daring and not the sort of thing Sarah would normally even contemplate but something about the thought of getting herself off while her gorgeous friend was stretched out naked next to her was quite appealing. She instantly dismissed the thought but it kept coming back. Still Laura didn't move. Without really thinking what she was doing her hand found itself rubbing her crotch over the outside of her bikini fabric. Sarah hadn't got a plan at this point but it felt so good that she couldn't stop. Soon she needed more, she needed to feel the press of flesh on flesh. To stop the fabric rustling she didn't slide her hand under her panties like she normally would but instead she twitched them to one side to open up her pussy lips with her forefinger. "My God, Sarah." Laura had sat up and was staring at Sarah's hands as they slid over the exposed flesh of her pussy. Sarah instantly whipped her hand way, letting the fabric cover her up again. Sarah was mortified and curled up. She wanted to leave but this was her garden and she couldn't just throw Laura out. "God, I'm so sorry Laura." "Don't be. You know you can't embarrass me with that kind of stuff. I never believed you anyway when you said you never did anything like that." Sarah just looked even more embarrassed and miserable. The two girls had once talked about masturbation and Sarah had lied and primly said she never did anything of the sort, Laura had confessed to fingering herself often and unashamedly. "God, that's what you were doing before I came round wasn't it? No wonder you seemed a bit off. I hate it if I'm interrupted. I'd probably have done the same in your position." "Really?" "Sure. Look, it's no big deal, we're best friends, we should share everything. You can do whatever you like around me. Its really no big deal." "Whatever I like?" "Honestly, its fine." Something about Laura's tone was soothing, reassuring and she reached an arm over to Sarah to cradle her and Sarah began to feel better. She turned over and sat up and looked Laura full in the eyes, their gaze locked, holding each other by the shoulders, the girl in the bikini seeked reassurance from the nude in her arms. "You really don't mind?" Laura's reply was gentle, even tender, "Shh, of course not." "And you won't tell anyone?" "Not a soul." Sarah leaned closer, the fabric of her bikini just brushed Laura's exposed breasts. Sarah was suddenly very aware of Laura's mouth with its glistening lip gloss, she wanted to move closer but didn't dare, remaining locked in the moment with Laura. All the while aware of Laura's lips, her naked body and the still unsatisfied ache in her own pussy. After what seemed like an age Sarah felt Laura's grip loosen. Sarah lay back on the grass and Laura lay down next to her. Both girls had their arms by their sides, their fingers just touching. "You should finish yourself off." "God Laura, I thought you agreed not to talk about it." "No, I agreed not to tell anyone, and I won't. But really, I hate it when I'm interrupted. I'm so grouchy til I come." "So what, you just wait down here while I go upstairs and finger myself." Sarah felt really daring just using the phrase 'finger myself' in front of Laura. "Sure, why not. Or you could just lie back here and do it. I'll close my eyes. Promise not to peek." "No. Sarah's tone was definite. "I'm sorry I said anything at all. I should just have kept my mouth shut and let you get on with it. It's just that I wasn't expecting it and, well, you looked so," Laura paused for a moment, "hot," she said finally. There was something really sexy about the way she said 'hot' or maybe it was just that she'd pretty much admitted to being turned on by watching Sarah masturbate, but Sarah almost moaned at the sound of it. The ache in her pussy was almost unbearable. Neither girl said anything again for a while. They both pretended just to be sunbathing but they both knew that they were both thinking about the same thing. And the feeling in Sarah's pussy just wouldn't go away. "You really wouldn't look?" Sarah couldn't believe she was even asking the question. "Cross my heart and hope to die." "No. I just couldn't." Sarah's tone was doubtful. There was a further short pause. "You absolutely promise?" "Yes." "Really, truly promise?" "Yes" "Well, OK, shut your eyes." Sarah sat up and looked over at her friend lying peacefully next to her with her eyes dutifully closed. She lay back, and with one last glance to check out whether her friend was peeking and feeling more reckless then she ever had in her life, she slid her hand down under the fabric of her bikini bottoms. One thing she didn't do though was take her eyes off her friend's naked body. As her fingers brushed the engorged lips of her pussy her eyes slid over Laura's curves, her pert nipples, her rounded hips, her smooth shaved pussy, a tiny sliver of the vibrant pink within just visible. The fabric of Sarah's bikini bottoms were getting soaked in her pussy juices but she didn't care. Sarah imagined what it would be like if it was Laura's fingers spreading her pussy open and rubbing her clit, not her own. The Walled Garden Sarah was staring at Laura's shaved pussy and imagining what it would be like if it were that pussy that she was playing with and not hers. She could feel the juices surging out of her, her orgasm building. "My God, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Sarah looked up to see Laura staring at her hand moving furiously in her pants. She stopped at once but didn't quite pull her hand all the way away. She felt much bolder this time. "You weren't supposed to look." "And you weren't supposed to be checking me out." "Well don't tell me you weren't checking me out in that dressing room." "I always knew you were a hotty. I just didn't know how much." "Laura!" "Well, aren't you going to finish yourself off." "I, I don't know." And she didn't. She'd felt so good before, playing with herself, watching Laura, imagining touching Laura and being touched by her. She still felt a bit bashful but she was also beginning to feel other things too, wild, hot and horny. She was beginning to feel just a little bit dirty. "You should use a vibrator." "Laura!" "Seriously. You can borrow mine." "I'm not borrowing your vibrator." Sarah had always thought that vibrators were for sluts. Girls who masturbated with their legs spread, hard, thrusting, plastic cocks deep inside them, slick with their own juices. Not girls like Sarah. "Not this time. We're not doing anything else til I've watched you come." The tone was firm and commanding and sent shivers through Sarah's body. Laura sat up next to her friend and knelt next to her, leaning over her body. She reached over and with her right hand outstretched, she squeezed Sarah's left breast, Laura's thumb running over the underside of her bikini and circling round her nipple, making it stand up under the caress. "God, you've got amazing tits. I'd kill to be as big as you." With that Sarah gave up resisting. She slipped her forefinger over her clit and deep into her pussy, gently fucking herself. Now both Laura's hands were playing with Sarah's tits. She pushed her hands around her friend's sides and round to the knot tying the top half of the bikini together. Sarah obligingly pushed her back off the ground to give her friend access to the knot, to set her tits free. "God you almost make me wet, you're so hot." There was no almost about it for Sarah, her pussy was gushing now and her bikini bottoms were soaking. Sarah realised that this wasn't lost on Laura. "Speaking of which, we need to get you out of those wet things." Laura reached over and pulled Sarah's panties down and over her long legs. Sarah couldn't believe that she had let her friend strip her utterly nude but somehow didn't think to stop her. "Spread your legs," Laura commanded. Sarah was thrilled by the order but didn't dare obey, instead she just shook her head mutely. "Open them. Trust me" Although the thought of spreading her legs made her feel wild and excited Sarah still couldn't quite bring herself to. Laura leaned over, ran her hands up Sarah's thighs almost to the top and then gently spread her legs, opening up Sarah's pussy lips, exposing the rosy flesh and the little bud of her clitoris. Sarah felt so exposed and yet so delicious. Even when alone she could't usually bring her self to be so brazen. Laura didn't stop there though she then ran her hand over Sarah's hand as it stroked her clitoris. To get better access Laura leaned forward swinging one leg over Sarah's chest, so she was straddling her friends belly, her arse towards Sarah's face and her head between her legs. Laura slipped her fingers over Sarah's fingers and began to rub her pussy instead. Sarah felt suddenly emboldened, letting Laura play with her pussy she grabbed her friends buttocks with both hands, spreading her arse cheeks and buried her head in her tight wet cunt, sucking her juices eagerly. Hearing Laura's low sexy moan just made her suck harder. She only paused when she felt Laura's tongue invade her own intimate spaces, stuck it suddenly deep into her tight pink hole, lips wrapped around her labia, and then whipped out, flicking the tip of her tongue against the tip of her clit. Sarah threw her head back, pressed into the grass and let out a loud cry of orgasmic delight, her whole body writhing under Laura's assault, hips bucking, involuntarily pushing her pussy closer into her friend's face. Sarah had never felt more alive in her whole life, but at the same time the experience was almost so intense to be blinding. Certainly she wasn't aware of anything other than Laura's face in her pussy and Laura's pussy in her face. Even that though was so vivid as to have an almost dreamlike intensity, as though all these different feelings and sensations had been deanchored from the here and now and were instead merging, blurring and overlapping, creating something new, strange and overwhelming. All Sarah knew was that she was happy to be overwhelmed, that and that she didn't want the feeling to stop. What she wanted no longer seemed to have anything to do with it though and, after a long afternoon of craving, aching and frustration, she was soon aware of the crescendo swelling uncontrollable between her legs. And then she came. She came in long, shuddering gasps, pussy gushing, body writhing, head thrown back, totally given to it, almost even oblivious to Laura for a moment, almost even to herself. She came back to herself to see Laura no longer straddling her but kneeling next to her. Sarah lay back in the grass gazing up at her beautiful friend, as she took long breathes, making her boobs quiver as she did. Regaining some composure Sarah let her eyes linger over Laura's body and realised that Laura's eyes were lingering over hers. She also realised that Laura wasn't quite finished yet and had one hand between her legs, gently opening herself up and rubbing her clit. Sarah couldn't keep her eyes off it. It was the first time it had occurred to her that a pussy could be beautiful. There was no doubt that Laura looked beautiful like that, playing with her pussy, running her long, slender fingers up and down and in and out. Sarah rolled over onto her tummy so she was facing Laura, face close to her pussy, all bashfulness gone now. They didn't speak but some sort of understanding passed between them because Laura sat back onto her bottom with her knees up and her legs spread. Sarah moved herself up, head between Laura's thighs, and she began to lick. This wasn't like before, some wild, uncontrolled coming together of breasts, legs, tongues and cunts. This was slow sensuous exploration, little licks interspersed with little kisses, kisses to the tops of Laura's thighs, up and down her pussy lips and placed softly, gently right on her clit. Something fundamental had changed inside Sarah and changed irrevocably too. She didn't worry about being a slut, about being naughty or wrong. It was too late for that, coming hard in her best friend's face had cured her of that. It was more than that though, there was a sense of naturalness, of rightness even, as though her whole life was nothing more than a prepetation, a poor preperation at that, for this moment where she bowed her head between Laura's legs, lapping the juices from her cunt. Laura moaned, not loud or long, but soft and sexy. Sarah licked harder, tongue thrusting deep, Laura moaned again, in a just perceptibly higher tone, Sarah licked harder still. She had her whole tongue stuck out as far as it would go and moved her whole face rhythmically between her thighs, tongue fucking her friend, tongue strobing deep in the sweet pink darkness. Sarah sensed Laura start to come and sucked deep on the juices flowing from that delectable sweet pussy, like the juices of an overripe peach, savouring Laura's orgasm in her mouth. The two girls rolled over and lay naked side by side in the grass, hands touching, the taste of each other's pussies in their mouths. With her other hand Sarah realised that she had grasped hold of the long since discarded bikini. She smiled to herself, thinking it really was the best present she ever could have received.