Lauren Gisal Book 1 (First half) by Francis Dashwood


Chapter 1

Thursday 9th July Lauren watched the convoy of coaches winding their 
way from the lush green valley a few hundred meters below. They slowly 
snaked and shuddered up towards the mountain pass, bound for Italy and 
the crystal clear lakes beyond. She envied the tourists their freedom 
and opportunity to explore beyond the closeted environment of the 
picturesque alpine valleys. Recently, her own yearning for discovery 
had driven her to feign sickness. She had walked one glorious summer 
day up through the dark, steeply sloping forest to emerge again into 
the shimmering heat of the late morning and there, lazing on the 
deserted mountainside, she had gazed down at the people in their tiny 
villages below. The weather had been perfect, the sun shining 
brilliantly in a cloudless blue sky, reflecting off the snowy mountain 
peaks, with just a hint of a breeze that cooled her tanned face and 
rippled the soft down of her arms.

Andleburg, the village where her grandmother had settled forty years 
earlier, was a few kilometers from Interlaken. It possessed an air of 
bygone tranquillity coupled with stunning views of the Jungfrau and the 
majestic mountain range beyond. But occasionally, more so recently, she 
had felt cramped and concerned that while time marched on in the world 
at large, it passed over Andleburg with abandon, choosing to 
concentrate on a more receptive audience in the larger towns.

Lauren was not one of the village's prettiest girls, but her features 
were distinctive, characterised by her boyish face, deeply set brown 
eyes and strong nose. It was a face, she thought, that people would 
find pleasant rather than beautiful, that people would be happy to kiss 
as a duty rather than as a source of pleasure. Her skin was perfect and 
unblemished from the childhood ravages of chicken pox or measles. Her 
wavy brown hair normally fell to her shoulders, but was constrained 
presently by an elastic band (the height of fashion, she thought to 
herself) and tied back.

A sharp crack brought her out of her reverie, as Lauren realised that 
some optimistic team-mate had passed the ball to her.

"Lauren Gisal, for goodness sake run with the ball, look around you!" 
shouted the games-mistress, umpire and part-time sadist Miss Connely, 
in her Irish-accented Swiss-German.

She was a petite woman who in Lauren's estimation was about twenty-
five. She looked like as though her body had given up adding inches to 
her stature during her mid-teens to concentrate on providing a mane of 
straight dark hair that hung down to her waist, tied back in a similar 
manner to Lauren's at the nape of the neck. Miss Connely wore a 
tracksuit making it difficult to judge her physical build, although the 
tracksuit looked only partially filled. Lauren remembered that she had 
seen her undressing in the staff changing area a couple of weeks ago 
and had remarked to Nikki at the time that she could have passed for 
one of the senior girls.

"I don't think so" Nikki had said, "she looks like a virgin". Lauren 
smiled at the conversation, looked up towards the goal and hit the ball 
resoundingly. She was surprised to see it scythe through the grass at 
great speed, and moreover, in the direction that she had wanted. The 
flow of adrenaline and the rush of expectation subsided as quickly as 
it had begun, as the opposing goalkeeper gathered the ball safely just 
to the side of the net.

She counted herself among the more fortunate of her contemporaries. She 
had a family who had few financial worries, she had a brother (Lauren 
saw Mike only when he returned from boarding school), she had a very 
comfortable house and now had found a wonderful friend in Nikki Brugen. 
Although Lauren had lived in Andleburg all of her life, Nikki had 
arrived only a couple of years ago due to her family's relocation - her 
father managed one of the largest hotels in the area. It

had taken only a few weeks for Lauren and Nikki to become the 
staunchest of allies, confiding in secrets and personal tittle-tattle 
that is usually reserved for one's inner-most thoughts. Nikki was a 
never- ending source of knowledge (on occasions inaccurate but always 
entertaining) which came from eavesdropping in the hotel. Lauren's 
father, who worked for a government research department, rarely 
overheard gossip or conversation that was interesting, unless of course 
import quotas could be considered suitable material for the exchange of 
whispered wisdom.

Lauren determined that she had spent the past thirty minutes walking, 
trotting and running around the rectangle of grass to little advantage, 
the ache in her limbs testament to her exertion. There was a hint of 
shape in her long brown legs, accentuated by her red socks at half- 
mast and her dark blue games shorts. Recent months had replaced her 
gangly features with a recognisable feminine form. Some of the girls 
said that the exercise would help to give them beautiful legs in later 
life, but Lauren was a firmer believer in destiny and fate being 
responsible for shaping her legs and every other event in her life. The 
final whistle sounded, and so she spun on her heel and headed for the 
changing rooms, noting that Nikki's game must have ended earlier as her 
pitch was now empty.

As she trudged past the goal post, she looked across the fence of the 
field and down again into the valley. She could see pollen and seeds 
flying into the summer air as Mr. Hubert, who owned the Chemist shop in 
town, cut a plot of very tall grass in his back garden. Mixed in with 
the grass were buttercups, daisies and edelweiss, and the scent wafting 
up to the school was rich and comforting. In contrast, Lauren thought, 
to Mr. Hubert's one and only little girl, Claudette, who was in the 
same class as Lauren and had recently become a thorn in her side. The 
animosity had started, as far as Lauren could recall, in this spot, the 
hockey pitch, when Lauren had accidentally swiped Claudette across the 
shins with her stick. In revenge, Claudette had struck Lauren on the 
back of her legs while Miss Connely was repeating commands for the 
linguistically disadvantaged. That was a week ago today, and they had 
not spoken since.

Despite Lauren's lack of exertion, she was hot and sweaty from the 
afternoon's exercise and small beads of perspiration clung to her 
forehead. She looked forward to the end of term, only ten days away, 
when she wouldn't have to run up and down in the heat, and could lay by 
the hotel pool with Nikki - assuming that Nikki's father didn't object 
to them occupying "marketable real-estate in premium season" as he 
called the few square feet they needed. Lauren entered the main 
changing area for the school and turned into the girl's section. At the 
far end of the changing rooms she could see Miss Connely standing 
already by the entrance to the showers, waiting to catch some poor girl 
who tried to leave without showering. Noise echoed around the room as 
girls shouted, lockers slammed and the showers hissed.

The rows of benches were arranged three on each side of the central 
aisle leading to the showers and could accommodate about one hundred 
girls. Presently, there were fewer than fifty, all in various states of 
undress. Lauren recalled how painful it was during the winter, after 
the freezing temperatures outside to undo her buttons and pull off the 
heavy hockey shirts. Today there was no such problem as she sat down on 
the bench seat to remove her boots. She knocked the mud off them and 
walked over to her locker to retrieve her white towel and clothes. A 
pair of her classmates skipped past her on their way to the shower, 
their cute bottoms showing a hint of shape.

She returned to the bench and pulled down her socks, discarding them by 
her side. Despite the cacophony of shouting and giggling, Lauren 
returned to her reverie, remembering her fascination almost a year ago 
when she discovered two or three minute hairs growing above her vagina. 
She had wondered how long they had been there and that night had taken 
a long look at herself in the mirror in her parent's bedroom, striking 
a number of poses in a similar fashion to those she had seen on the 
Miss World contest. Returning to bed, her hands had explored every 
potential source of interest, finding conclusive evidence that her 
breasts were starting to form. She had pulled her nipples and 
discovered that they did indeed get hard and elongated, just as she had 
hoped they would.

Lauren stood up and saw the steam billowing through the doorway of the 
showers. Ms Connely looked at each of the girls as they made their way 
to and from the shower stalls, trying to be the model of supervision 
and discretion. With a thumb either side, Lauren pulled her shorts down 
past her knees, bringing each leg up in turn to allow them to drop to 
the floor. She took hold of her shirt and pulling upwards, removed it 
in one swift movement to reveal her small breasts. She liked her 
breasts. In fact, she was very proud of them even though she had 
nothing to do with their shape, size or circumference. In her opinion, 
they were classically shaped, and much nicer to look at than the girls 
she seen in her brother's magazines. She hung the shirt on the hook 
above her head, and quickly pulled down her knickers. Lauren now had a 
thin layer of hair growing above her vagina, which scarcely concealed 
the lips of her vulva. Then came the walk she detested - past Ms 
Connely on the way to the showers and the feeling of her eyes taking in 
her shape and mentally comparing her to the other girls. The return 
journey, for some obscure reason didn't matter; she could look at her 
bum all she wanted.

Lauren took her towel and strategically moved it as she walked down the 
aisle. Few of the other girls looked at her, although Lauren glanced at 
Annika sitting naked on the end of the final row. She noted that she 
had large breasts, much larger that Lauren's, and a thick mat of black 
hair between her parted legs. Annika's head leaned to one side as she 
dried her hair and talked to her neighbour, Claudette. Lauren quickly 
averted her gaze, deposited her towel on a hook outside the showers, 
and entered carefully.

The square shower room was completely white, tiled from floor to 
ceiling in a utilitarian manner and must have been about twenty five 
feet long. It was much warmer than the general changing room area, and 
had a smell that reminded her of wash days when she was a child. A 
small three foot high wall ran along the centre of the room with the 
exception of about two feet either end to allow all-round access. 
Lauren took a bar of soap and moved under a vacant shower. Two of the 
girls were shrieking in the corner of the room as they tried to rub 
soap into each other's hair. Lauren smiled, and peering through the 
steam recognised Ruth and Alysia who had become very good friends in 
recent months. Ruth deftly moved to position herself behind Alysia with 
her arms around her waist, and rubbed a soapy hand across her face. 
Alysia screamed with delight as they fought.

As Lauren watched, she realised that the whole class was growing up 
quickly, including herself, making the transition from childhood into 
womanhood. Whereas a year ago there were only a handful of girls who 
showed signs of development, all the girls in her class were now 
blossoming. The two girls continued to laugh and fool around. Lauren 
noticed that they both had pendulous breasts that swayed and bounced as 
they frolicked in the spray. As she continued to stare, she realised 
that she had been watching Ruth's hands roaming over her friend's 
breasts. She was unsure whether the girls were aware of being watched, 
but Lauren was slowly coming to the conclusion that while their 
movements would have been considered horseplay a year ago, it could 
only be described as mild petting now.

Lauren turned quickly towards the wall as a million thoughts raced 
through her mind. She lathered up her hands and soaped herself under 
her arms, then reached up high to the shower head and to allow the 
water to rinse her off. Glancing at the two in the corner again for an 
instant, Lauren caught a glimpse of a hand between Ruth's legs moving 
quickly backwards and forwards. Ruth had closed her eyes and held 
firmly onto the wall. Unable to contain her curiosity, Lauren turned 
her back to the shower, and ran the bar of soap across her legs while 
surreptitiously watching the action in the corner, convinced by now 
that the mystery hand between Ruth's legs belonged to Alysia. The 
clouds of steam lent a surreal backdrop to the performance, as the 
girl's activities drifted in and out of focus while the showers hissed. 
As the water rinsed Lauren's legs, she took the bar of soap and let it 
lazily slide over the contours of her breasts. Unconsciously, she paid 
special attention to her nipples, running the corner of the bar of soap 
around them in small, firm circles. Her nipples responded, hardening 
and crowning her delicate breasts.

Alysia's hand was moving more rapidly now, and Ruth gripped the shower 
head for support, giving her breasts a classic shape and preventing 
them from swinging so violently. The steam momentarily parted and gave 
Lauren a startling view of a number of soapy fingers flashing in and 
out of Alysia's vagina. As the picture faded back into steam, she saw 
Ruth's mouth slowly open and heard a low moan from the corner as though 
she had been hit in the stomach. As Lauren's young mind analysed the 
information she had gathered, another part of her was more concerned 
with mimicking the action she had observed, and her hand had now found 
it's way from her breasts to between her own legs which were parted 
further than necessary for standing up in the shower. Again, she used 
the corner of the soap to massage her vagina, while her thumb trailed 
behind adding further assistance, the whole action causing her to lean 
forward slightly. The outer lips of her vulva soon parted and bubbles 
of soap ran along the delightful virgin skin.

With the middle finger of her right hand, she ran over her wispy pubic 
hair and down along the length of her slit, exploring and probing as 
her clitoris became enlarged and stood to attention. Lauren felt 
bubbling activity inside her stomach and slightly light-headed. With 
unconscious abandon, her middle finger slipped into her tight little 
hole up to the second knuckle while the palm of her hand rubbed over 
her clit. Slowly, she extracted the finger and marveled in the pleasure 
that emanated from within her pussy. While she had experimented before 
to this degree there was something intangible this afternoon that added 
an extra dimension of intensity. As her actions became more confident, 
her pussy lips fought to retain their hold on her finger each time she 
pulled it out, giving up their little prisoner with increasing 
reluctance. Her anus joined in the celebration, squeezing tightly in a 
seemingly random manner.

"Clean enough down there for you, is it Lauren?" said Anke as she moved 
under the adjoining shower.

"What? Oh, er, really hot games today" said Lauren, fumbling with the 
soap.

"Yeah, I caught the tail end of their act too. Not the first time you 
know" she said with an air of confidentiality.

"Oh, I wasn't watching, just dreaming".

"Whatever" said Anke, grabbing a bar of soap as she turned her back to 
Lauren.

Regaining some of her composure she left the showers, took her towel 
from the hook, and skirted around the ever-watchful Miss Connely. She 
was aware of an unusually warm glow between her legs, and determined 
that as soon as she had the chance, she would play with herself and a 
bar of soap again.

She returned to the bench and stood with her right leg on the seat, 
toweling herself as she replayed the action in her mind. Only as she 
dried between her legs did she realise that she was still very aroused, 
and immediately brought her leg back to the floor to preserve her 
modesty. Confused, Lauren reached for her white knickers in the pile of 
clothes and quickly stepped into them and pulled them up. It sounded 
like Ruth and Alysia were still fooling around as a cheer went up from 
the shower area. Lauren remembered that she had promised to invite 
Nikki for tea at her house, so she hurriedly slipped her blouse on and 
did the buttons up. She checked the waistband of her knickers to ensure 
she had not put them on the wrong way round, and sat down on the edge 
of the bench to pull on her white socks. She stuffed her bra into her 
skirt pocket and pulled her skirt up, zipping it

at the side. Finally, she jumped into her shoes, grabbed her towel and 
school bag, and flew out the door.

Turning left into the main corridor she breathed in the fresh, cool 
air. Lauren pulled off the elastic band holding her hair and let the 
brown locks fall over her shoulders. She took a hairbrush from her bag 
and quickly ran it through her hair giving it some semblance of order 
even though the ends were still wet. Her pleasure from the anticipated 
meeting was evident as she jumped over a small wall surrounding a 
formal flower bed. As she landed, she again thought that she must have 
dressed upside down or inside out or something, but decided it could 
wait until later.


Chapter 2a

Nikki was leaning against the wall of the school just outside the 
gates, watching the traffic coming up the hill from the bus stop. As 
Lauren approached, Nikki smiled and started to walk slowly down the 
hill waiting for Lauren to catch up. From behind, Nikki looked like 
another average schoolgirl, with flat black shoes and socks that should 
have been pulled up to her knees. Her legs had more shape than 
Lauren's, but were shorter, giving Lauren a height advantage of a 
couple of inches. Nikki's blonde hair was parted in the middle with a 
fringe over her eyes, falling loosely either side of her head and down 
to her shoulder blades. As Lauren caught up with her, she noted that 
Nikki's breasts were at least a couple of inches larger than her own, 
and could recall that the last time they had been in the showers they 
certainly wobbled a little. Her face was impish, cute and rounded with 
a small nose and bright blue eyes. And in a similar fashion to Lauren, 
she was only average in the beauty stakes.

"What kept you, I thought you were just behind me?" said Nikki loudly.

"Hey Nik, you'll never guess what, it was so weird" whispered Lauren, 
looking furtively about her.

"Tell me, tell me" said Nikki, genuinely excited. Given Lauren's usual 
inability to be the harbinger of gossip, this had to be world- class. 
And so Lauren recounted the story of Ruth and Alysia in the showers 
(although she would only say at first that it was two girls until Nikki 
demanded the truth), and mentioned that it seemed that they were 
enjoying themselves. Lauren continued the story with the arrival of 
Anke, and explained that there had been some misunderstanding about her 
washing herself.

"Hey, what's the big deal? So you did it in the showers, everyone's 
doing it somewhere or other, stupid!" said Nikki treating her expose as 
an enormous joke. Lauren didn't try and argue that it was a 
misunderstanding; Nikki knew her too well and Lauren realised that 
there was no sense prolonging the facade, so she just turned to Nikki 
and grinned wickedly at her. Nikki smiled and nudged her in the ribs 
like a fellow conspirator as they turned to walk side by side to the 
bus stop.

Lauren felt a mixture of relief and excitement. She was surprised that 
not only did Nikki confirm that she played with herself, but that she 
thought everyone else did as well. On balance she felt that more 
experimentation in the bath tonight was called for in the name of self- 
awareness. As she reflected on the nature of the conversation with 
Nikki and her light treatment of the subject, she couldn't help 
wondering why she hadn't talked to Nikki about it before, if it wasn't 
such a big deal. It would certainly be easier to talk to her than her 
mother. On balance, she considered herself very lucky to have such a 
vivacious and mischievous friend as Nikki.

"Oh, and I think I have some of my clothes on inside out, I feel 
strange" mentioned Lauren as they arrived at the newsagents. "Hang on, 
I need to get a mag for my mum, come on", she said, pulling Nikki into 
the shop.

"Where do you feel strange? Perhaps you've got your period" said Nikki, 
taking down a men's magazine from the shelf behind the stationery and 
books.

"It was last week. Hey, you can't look at that!" squealed Lauren, 
grabbing the magazine. She reached up to replace it on the shelf, 
causing four or five others to fall from the top shelf to the floor. 
Hurriedly, she gathered them together as she blushed profusely, feeling 
the eyes of other shoppers on her as she squatted on the floor. She 
stood, showed a copy of "Metrofile" to the curious girl beyond the 
counter and offered her the correct money.

Leaving the shop, they crossed the road and leaned against the bus 
stop. The daily ritual of traveling by bus meant that they only had two 
minutes to wait and then a twenty minute ride as the bus looped around 
the village before crossing the valley and heading back up the hill to 
where both Lauren and Nikki lived.

They boarded the bus and made their way to the back seat as usual, sat 
down and flicked through the magazine until they found the problem 
page. Silence reigned as the two girls read about a woman whose husband 
wanted her to invite friends to their house to watch them have sex. One 
paragraph that received prolonged attention was concerned with how her 
husband wished his wife to masturbate him, including orally. Lauren and 
Nikki were delighted that the letter contained graphic detail of what 
the husband wanted her to do.

"Can you imagine, having sex while people are holding you? I wonder 
what it's like?" whispered Nikki, rhetorically.

"Come on, next, next!" answered Lauren, turning the page. The next 
letter was a long one from a young girl in university who wanted to 
know why she had started her course a virgin and now felt it was 
compulsory to have sex with as many different boys as possible. The 
girl was sure that her requirements were abnormal and went on to say 
that she didn't think she ever orgasmed.

"Did you orgasm in the showers?" inquired Nikki nonchalantly.

"Of course not, I told you".

"Hey, relax, you would know if you have. I know I haven't ever, not if 
it's like it is in the films."

Now this was news to Lauren which needed investigating, but today was 
getting out of hand and making Lauren nervous. Her calm little world of 
day-dreaming had been shattered by revelations and conversations that 
were both graphic and personal. On the one hand, she felt uneasy with 
herself and on the other she felt reassured that Nikki was there to 
defend her emotions as required. The warm glow from between her legs 
convinced her that further investigation was warranted.

"What are you talking about now?" asked Lauren nervously, staring at 
the magazine.

"I was helping Dad clear up after a convention had rented out most of 
the hotel, and I found a dirty film in one of the VCR's that the guests 
can rent. I've seen it." Nikki mimicked one of the actors by licking 
her lips and squeezing her breasts together.

"Tell me. Now!" insisted Lauren, giggling at Nikki's acting as she 
shook her arm. For the remainder of the journey, Nikki related the 
contents of the film in almost the right order, leaving out some of the 
action that she found difficult to explain or where she thought that 
Lauren wouldn't believe her. At the end of the ride, Lauren's knickers 
had a tell-tale damp patch as a measure of the potency of Nikki's 
narrative.

The bus pulled up about one hundred meters from Lauren's chalet- style 
house, and the girls walked up the hill. The house stood back from the 
road, with a line of fir trees forming a border around the side of the 
ornate garden. The roof overhung the three floors by several feet, with 
it's ornately carved and gaily painted woodwork typical of the area. A 
wooden balcony stretched around two sides of the house on the uppermost 
floor. The red-framed windows had contrasting black and white wooden 
shutters either side. A small pathway led from the low garden gate up 
the back door on the right hand side of the building.

By this time, Lauren had decided that she had to get out of these 
clothes and find out what was annoying her as the feeling was becoming 
a nuisance. She opened the back door with her key and passed through 
the kitchen into the stone-floored hallway. Traditional carvings hung 
on the facing wall with a large formal mirror at head height. The wood-
covered walls made the room dark and the large light hanging from the 
ceiling was required most of the day. To the left of the hallway were 
the stairs to the bedrooms, bathroom and toilet while further at the 
end was the entrance to the lounge.

Visitors could hardly miss the ornate gilt-framed photographs on the 
hallway walls of Lauren and Mike from early ages, playing on the 
mountainside and paddling in the freezing cold lakes. Lauren wished 
they could be exchanged for something, even more recent ones. But her 
mother always said that they were both such sweeties at that age, and 
the photos were her treasures.

Lauren bellowed "Mum" at the top of her voice making Nikki jump. They 
received no reply.

"Good, should be a note from her about tea somewhere. Whenever they 
collect Mike at the end of term they're always really late", said 
Lauren looking around.

Both girls dumped their schoolbags on the floor, and went back into the 
kitchen. Lauren left the magazine on the table for Nikki to read and 
found her mothers note stuck on the `fridge. In summary, it warned 
against opening the door to strangers, had emergency phone numbers, 
return times that night, and finally a request to take something from 
the freezer and heat it in the microwave. Lauren left the note with 
Nikki and went upstairs. Nikki filled the kettle and plugged it into 
the wall socket. She could hear Lauren walking along the landing above 
and into her bedroom. Just as Nikki flicked the switch on the wall, an 
almighty scream filled the house, followed by another and another. Then 
sobbing.


Chapter 2b

Nikki raced out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs three at a 
time. She burst into Lauren's bedroom to find her face down on her 
yellow bedspread, sobbing into her pillow. Nikki noted that she had all 
her clothes on (minus her shoes) and there seemed to be no obvious 
reason for her bewildered state. Nikki looked across the bed and noted 
that the yellow curtains round the window were open. The white dressing 
table, desk and bookcase around the room were all in order. The top 
drawer of her four drawer chest was open, revealing her collection of 
underwear.

"Lori, what the hell's wrong? Speak to me!"

"Claudette" was the only response in between sobs. Nikki could see 
tears running down Lauren's cheek. She sat down on the edge of the bed 
and put her hand on Lauren's back. Nikki knew only too well of the 
simmering feud between the two girls, but didn't understand how 
Claudette could have hurt her in her own bedroom. She looked down at 
the pale pink carpet around the bed as if expecting a letter, or a dead 
cat or some other token of her affection, but there was nothing except 
scattered make-up, magazines and a couple of T-shirts. There was 
apparently nothing unusual to be seen at all although Nikki had often 
joked that some of the posters of pop groups on the walls could have 
been changed for this year's.

Nikki's hand gently brushed her cheek. The sobbing subsided slowly as 
she ran her hand through Lauren's hair. Lauren raised her head and 
rested it on Nikki's lap, allowing a tide of tears to trickle onto her 
skirt.

"The little shit put gum in my knickers, it's everywhere!" moaned 
Lauren. Nikki looked down to Lauren's skirt and couldn't see anything. 
"I can't get my knickers off because of the stupid gum. That cow is 
going to die for this." screamed Lauren. Nikki had never seen her so 
angry, and maintained a look of grave concern on her face. Inwardly, 
she thought it was a clever prank that she would have to remember. 
"What are you going to do? You'll have to get cleaned up somehow. How 
much is there?" said Nikki hoping to get a rational answer.

"How much can she get in her fat mouth? It's the size of the goddamn 
Eiger!" shouted Lauren. And with that, the clouds lifted and the tears 
slowly subsided to a drizzle - at least enough for Lauren to look up at 
Nikki and smile.

"Is it really everywhere? I mean, is it on your blouse and skirt as 
well?".

"No, I don't think so" said Lauren as she looked down at her clothes. 
"I hate that fat bitch! I really, really hate her!"

"OK, so take off your other clothes before it gets on them as well. 
Then we'll think about your knickers".

Lauren was surprised by Nikki's authoritative tone and the assumption 
that this was going to be a joint venture. However, there was some 
logic to what she said and there was nothing new in being half dressed 
in front of Nikki. Lauren sat up on the bed and undid the buttons on 
her blouse and let it fall, making no attempt to cover her naked 
breasts from the gaze of Nikki who remained sitting on the edge of the 
bed. As she sniffed loudly, she knelt on the bed and unzipped her 
skirt, rolling onto her back so she could get it down her legs and off. 
She then sat up again with her legs curled under her and looked at 
Nikki.

"Now what, then?"

"I don't know, let's have a look. Stand up" said Nikki, as she sat with 
both legs over the side of the bed with Lauren between her knees. Nikki 
took hold of the elastic waistband of her little friend's knickers and 
slowly pulled down. Whining sounds and the look on Lauren's face 
confirmed that the gum had well and truly stuck to her knickers and the 
small patch of pubic hair just above her pussy. Nikki looked up at 
Lauren knowingly.

"We'll have to cut the material off, then get rid of the gum with a 
razor. Let's go to the bathroom, there must be something there that 
your Dad uses" said Nikki, getting up off the bed.

"Are you crazy? cried Lauren in astonishment. She shook her head and 
looked down at Nikki, thinking hard about the suggestion. Again, there 
was logic in the idea, but having someone, even Nikki, so close to her 
pussy, not just touching, smelling and probing but being able to see 
inside and change the appearance of her most personal and private place 
was the most outrageous proposal.

Lauren thought quickly, hoping that there was a more palatable solution 
to her dilemma. Eventually, Nikki's obvious care and concern for her 
friend persuaded Lauren that on balance, she should agree - at least 
until it became too embarrassing. As she arrived at the conclusion, a 
genuine warmth was born inside Lauren for her friend, and she looked on 
her with a new degree of friendship. The image of schoolgirl chum and 
giggling little classmate diminished as one of companion and fellow 
teenager of the world took its place. Lauren wanted to hug Nikki, but 
chose to refrain, at least until this was over.

"Any better ideas? Perhaps your Mum could do it, or maybe your Dad?" 
joked Nikki, taking her hand as she moved towards the bathroom. "Come 
on, I've used a razor before on my armpits, it's no sweat" said Nikki, 
confidently marching out of the room. Lauren followed reluctantly, 
pleased to have had the decision made for her but apprehensive about 
Nikki's ability with a razor. "Where do you keep the scissors, and what 
about your Dad's shaving cream?".

"The scissors will be in the kitchen" replied Lauren as she reached the 
top of the stairs. "I'll get them and bring the coffee up. My Dad uses 
an electric razor so he doesn't have shaving cream, but I think he's 
got some razors for emergencies in the bathroom cabinet. Have a look"

"Lori, try and find some cream then down there" shouted Nikki as Lauren 
disappeared down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Lauren had to search a couple of drawers before she found the large 
blue scissors that were kept for domestic use. She remembered there 
were some nail scissors in the bathroom if they needed them as well. 
Lauren took two cups off the hooks under the cupboard and switched the 
kettle on again to make coffee. The chewing gum was beginning to hurt 
now, and was no doubt responsible for the itch between her legs. Lauren 
sat on one of the kitchen bar stools while waiting for the kettle to 
boil, one foot dangling towards the floor while the other was pulled up 
onto the chair, giving her a good view of the problem area and some 
room to scratch. She leaned back onto the kitchen worktop and rubbed 
her vagina with her hand through her knickers, trying to reduce the 
itching. She concluded after a minute or two that it was only rubbing 
the gum deeper into her pubic hair, so she crossed her legs tightly and 
tried to forget about it. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling 
the tightness of the young nipples that perked up in response to her 
attention. She smiled naughtily as she ran her finger lightly around 
each breast, noting the warm feeling inside as she massaged the little 
mounds.

She hadn't really thought about wandering around the kitchen in just 
her knickers in broad daylight. She glanced out into the back garden to 
confirm that nobody was there, and looked through the backdoor window. 
She wondered if she had seen a curtain move in the Renzer's house, but 
there was certainly nobody was there now. That would have given the 
neighbours something to talk about, seeing a teenage girl with only her 
knickers and socks on in the kitchen apparently playing with herself. 
She hoped to see the children next door, Rebecca and Stefan, during the 
summer holidays because they had a pool in their garden which she had 
enjoyed when the previous owners lived there last year. Mum and Dad 
kept saying that they should make an effort to get to know the 
neighbours once they have settled in.

Lauren opened the fridge and took out a can of pressurized cream just 
as the kettle clicked off. She returned to the bathroom with two cups 
of coffee, the scissors and the cold can of cream to find Nikki sitting 
on the edge of the bath. She had placed a towel on the woodwork that 
surrounded the half-full basin, and had obviously found two or three 
disposable razors as they were floating aimlessly waiting for action. 
Nikki directed Lauren to sit up next to the basin, and positioned her 
so that her right leg dangled over the edge, and the other (after some 
experimentation) was pulled up onto the woodwork, much like the 
position she had adopted in the kitchen earlier. Nikki took the 
scissors, and after exchanging glances, cut the material at its 
thinnest points at her hips, allowing the underwear to fly apart, 
leaving a small heap of cloth in Lauren's lap.

"I hate her, you know. I'm going to get her back for this!" said 
Lauren, the words hissing between her clenched teeth.

It was now easy to see the way that the gum had adhered to the inside 
of her knickers and her dusky pubic hair. Tugging gently at the 
material, Nikki was able to pull another inch away from Lauren's vagina 
before Lauren's hand on her shoulder told her that this was becoming 
too painful for her friend.

"OK, I think we'll have to cut from here" said Nikki, snipping off the 
material below her pussy that wasn't stuck too badly. This left a small 
patch of white cloth between Nikki and the very center of Lauren's sex, 
giving Nikki a close-up view of the rising mound of her vagina. Nikki 
looked closely, and noticed the little valley between her pussy lips 
through the material. If Nikki had really looked even more closely, she 
would have seen a small damp spot towards the bottom of the cloth, 
confirming that while Lauren had superficial control of her emotions, 
other forces inside her had a different agenda. Nikki inhaled the sweet 
stickiness of the chewing gum wafting up from her warm pussy until she 
realised that she had been staring at her friends pubic area without 
doing anything for rather too long. She was about the take hold of the 
material when Lauren tilted Nikki's face upwards to look at her, 
pushing back her friends hair out of her sweet face and behind her ear 
in the gentlest of manners.

"Be careful. I don't .. " Lauren trailed off. She didn't know if she 
wanted to make light of the situation with a joke or say thank you for 
being here to help or whatever. Nikki stood up straight and leaning 
forward, kissed Lauren lightly on the forehead. Nikki smiled and 
crouched back down to resume her work. She rested her left arm on top 
of Lauren's leg so that she could hold the cloth and scissors without 
tiring too much. Starting at the top, she pulled gently at the cloth, 
snipping between her knickers and Lauren's skin, releasing a little 
each time. After a few seconds, Nikki could clearly see that Lauren's 
pussy had opened to reveal the pink folds of her inner lips with the 
hood of her clitoris standing slightly proud above her young virgin 
tunnel.

After a couple more cuts about half of the material had been removed, 
and Nikki was well aware of the young dusky scent coming from between 
Lauren's legs. Whether this was as a result of her escapade in the 
showers, or their discussions about the problem page, or Nikki's tale 
of the erotic video or Nikki's ministrations or even a culmination of 
all was hard to tell. However, Nikki was quite sure that Lauren was 
aware of the view she presented to her friend, and decided that she 
would make this experience one of the utmost pleasure, making up for 
the discomfort and embarrassment that she had been forced to suffer 
that afternoon. Nikki moved her left hand down so that her fingers 
moved over Lauren's clitoris and into the ever-widening valley between 
her moist lips. She kept her fingers there while pretending to attack a 
particularly stubborn lump of gum. Lauren stiffened noticeably, 
involuntarily increasing her grip on Nikki's shoulder. Nikki quickly 
decided that there was still some work to be done, and that sitting up 
there beside the bathroom sink was not the place for a girl's first 
orgasm. Snipping more quickly now, she moved her hands back to the 
cloth and had the whole piece off within a minute.

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it? Now I'll get rid of the rest and 
you'll be back to normal. Coffee time, I think," said Nikki, offering 
one of the mugs to Lauren. They drank in silence, remaining in their 
respective positions. Lauren noticed that she could clearly see Nikki's 
nipples through her school blouse, and was convinced that she had not 
seen them in such an aroused state since they had both played with each 
other's breasts last summer. The thought vanished from her mind as 
Nikki started to shake up the can of pasteurised cream. Nikki squirted 
a little onto her hand and rubbed the cream over the patch of stubble 
above Lauren's vagina, noticing to her satisfaction that her state of 
arousal had reduced while they had coffee.

"Hey, that's cold!"

With a smile, Nikki used the tips of her fingers to massage the cream 
over Lauren's pussy lips and down towards her anus, bringing her 
fingers back again between her pussy lips and up to Lauren's mouth.

"Have a taste" said Nikki, enticing Lauren with a mischievous smile.

Lauren's tongue slowly curved up as she lowered her head towards the 
cream-covered hand and licked Nikki's middle finger, from the bottom to 
the top, to the bottom, and then all around as she took it in her 
mouth. Once the finger was cleaned of cream, Lauren leaned back on the 
medicine cabinet and giggled in an almost drunken fashion.

"Oh God, this is so ...." She smiled, her head inclined slightly to the 
right as she looked at Nikki through half open eyes.

Nikki sprayed a little more cream and administered it to the stubble 
again. Taking one of the razors from the sink in her right hand, she 
checked Lauren's posture. She was still sitting approximately how she 
had been earlier, but Nikki pushed her left foot tightly in against her 
bottom to make sure that she had the best possible access to her vagina 
and the patch of cream that seemed to have covered much more skin than 
necessary. Lauren's right leg continued to dangle over the edge of the 
surface, while she propped herself up with her right hand, and again 
placed her left hand on Nikki's shoulder.

With a cautious sweep from left to right, she removed a swathe of cream 
and a little of the stubble. Lauren was pleased to note a number of 
things, namely that she still had two legs, she hadn't screamed and 
that the razor seemed to have cut through cleanly. Nikki continued for 
a couple more strokes until the majority of the upper stubble had been 
removed. She rinsed the razor in the basin and stood up to survey the 
scene. It looked as one would have expected. There was a very young 
girl with a happy face, beautiful breasts, sitting by the sink, legs 
apart with her vagina covered in dairy cream. Nikki saw Lauren looking 
down at the area where her pubic hair had been, and noted the sweet 
face with such a look of innocence in her eyes. The little mound of 
cream over the entrance to her vagina looked so inviting, and Nikki 
felt her own body trembling slightly as Lauren again ran a finger 
through the cream and tasted it with her tongue. She would have loved 
to do the same, but there first came a real test of dexterity where she 
had to shave the tiny amount of hair that usually covered the upper 
reaches of her young pussy.

Changing razors, she bent down and pulled Lauren's left pussy lip 
across her moist tunnel entrance using the thumb and forefinger of her 
left hand at the bottom and top. Slowly, she ran the razor down shaving 
the lip and turning it at the bottom, shaved her inner leg. She 
repeated the process for the other lip. Taking a flannel, she rang out 
the warm water and very gently placed it over Lauren's vagina.

"Hold that in place. Go and lie on you bed and I'll finish it off and 
clean you up", she said, watching Lauren's little bottom wiggle as she 
left the room. Nikki took a towel and placed it on the worktop. She 
opened the medicine cabinet and helped herself to some small scissors 
and a bottle of Baby Oil, wrapping them in the towel. She went quickly 
next door to the toilet, and lifting her skirt, pulled down her 
knickers and sat on the toilet. Looking down, she could see a large 
damp patch in the gusset, evidence of her afternoon of fun. She took 
the Baby Oil and dispensed the smallest amount onto her fingers, 
guiding them to her pussy and around her clitoris. She wiped her 
fingers on the toilet roll, flushed the toilet and left with her toys.

She found Lauren lying face up on her bed wearing a new blouse although 
she had not bothered to fasten the buttons. The fading sunlight of the 
early evening flooded the room, causing Lauren's tan to be contrasted 
even more strongly by the whiteness of her blouse. Her small breasts 
caused the material to rise slightly either side, and her left nipple 
was just visible underneath the fabric. Her legs stretched to the end 
of the bed, with her hairless pubic mound between them beckoning 
invitingly. Lauren's head was inclined towards the door, her lips were 
parted in the beginnings of a smile and her eyes looked longingly at 
her best friend. Nikki placed her towel on the bed and sat on the side 
as she had done less than an hour ago, facing Lauren. Glancing at her 
bedside table, Nikki was pleased to see that her small torch was as 
usual resting on a shelf.

"I'm going to make sure that all the little bits have gone, then I 
think we had better make sure that when I put your knickers back on 
they won't irritate you", said Nikki, glancing up and down Lauren's 
body. Her gaze rested on the hairless vagina of her friend, and moving 
Lauren's legs across to the far side of the bed, indicated that she 
wanted to lie down alongside her to get a closer view. Lauren lifted 
her bottom off the bed, pushing her pubic mound way into the air (and 
much higher than necessary) and then let herself down again, giving 
Nikki enough room to join her on the bed. She guessed correctly that 
Lauren's sole purpose for the rest of the evening was to reach orgasm - 
a desire that was growing into an obsession as evidenced by the natural 
parting of her outer lips and the display of her pretty pinkness. A 
copious quantity of lubrication had already seeped out of her pussy, 
glistening in the evening sun.

Taking the torch, Nikki bent Lauren's legs and pulled her knees apart. 
She flicked the switch on the torch, took hold of the small scissors 
and positioned her head between Lauren's legs so that Lauren had to put 
her right leg over Nikki's shoulder. She trained the torch on her newly 
shaved pussy, noting that in fact she had done a remarkably good job. 
There was no chewing gum to be seen, but she had missed some small 
hairs above Lauren's clitoris, which were easily accessible thanks to 
her aroused state. Moving Lauren's right outer lip to the side, she 
gently snipped a couple of hairs, making a few little noises to ensure 
that Lauren appreciated the effort involved while preparing her for the 
stimulation that she was about to receive.

"There are some tiny bits of gum that we ought to get rid of if 
possible. Hang on, I'll see what I can do" lied Nikki, putting the 
scissors out of the way.

Very lightly, and very slowly, she ran her middle finger along the 
outside of her labia, caressing gently her inner thighs, teasing with 
the suggestion of more intimate caresses to follow. Down the right hand 
side and up the left, then around the bottom. Nikki repeated the 
movement a number of times, until she was both convinced that Lauren's 
orgasm was gathering momentum and that Lauren realised that this was 
pure sexual arousal rather than anything to do with the gum anymore.

Lauren indeed understood what was happening, and her senses focused on 
the light touch of Nikki's young fingers as she caressed the smooth 
skin of her inner thighs. Her vagina felt heavenly as she anticipated 
that longed for touch between her legs. The fingers drifted slowly 
closer, moving from her thighs to just above her clitoris, moving so 
gently around the outside of her pussy as Nikki teased, aroused and 
excited her, promising to touch her very centre in a way that nobody 
had ever touched her before. Lauren thought she would scream any minute 
as her need to feel Nikki's fingers on her swollen clitoris overtook 
all rationality she may have possessed. She moved her whole body 
forward to engage her fingers only to sense Nikki move out of the way, 
prolonging her foreplay as she began to tremble slightly, her legs 
wobbling as her stomach fluttered delightfully. Nikki watched as Lauren 
raised her legs, desperate for deeper stimulation as she pulled her 
knees towards her chest.

Nikki reached beside Lauren for the Baby Oil and flipped the cap. She 
let a small quantity drop onto the fingers of her right hand. Resuming 
her position, she pulled the hood of her clitoris up and exposed the 
little bud in all its splendor. She allowed a drop to fall over it and 
again, delicately, massaged all around it. Taking a few more drops, 
Nikki ensured that both inner lips were coated in the magic potion 
causing them to glint in the torch light. Slowly, but absolutely surely 
by now, Nikki inserted her index finger between the folds of skin into 
her vagina, causing Lauren's legs to tremble once again and move 
together. She withdrew her finger and again returned to massaging her, 
waiting to discover whether this was either a shock or a moment of 
intense pleasure.

"Nik, something's.....God, I feel so trembly..."

Nikki discovered a small, young hand exploring the area just above her 
own knee. Nikki bent her right leg, allowing instant access to the 
knickers inside her open skirt. She took the wandering hand and pulled 
it gently up, allowing Lauren to feel the wetness from her vagina, and 
run a finger between her own labia to give a sense of her arousal. 
Shortly, she kissed Lauren above her pussy and slid her legs around so 
that she was sitting facing Lauren, directly between her legs and out 
of the reach of Lauren.

Nikki reached over Lauren's head, took a pillow and placed it doubled 
up under Lauren's bottom. This extra-exposed view afforded all the 
access she needed. Lubricating her right hand again, she placed her 
left hand on the top of Lauren's pubic mound, and gently, slowly, 
inserted two oil-covered fingers into the depths of Lauren's pussy, 
this time pushing firmly all the way until her little finger lay along 
the hot sweet valley of Lauren's young pussy. Lauren let out a gargled 
groan as new sensations flooded her body, registering the two fingers 
exploring deep inside her pussy. Nikki was convinced that Lauren needed 
very little artificial lubrication, given the thick, slick tunnel that 
she had encountered. With all the thoughtfulness of the caring child 
that she was, she allowed Lauren to grow accustomed to the sensations 
between her legs, before pushing slightly harder into her, increasing 
the rate of stroking with her fingers as she employed her other hand 
over her engorged clitoris. Nikki marveled at the tightness of her 
pussy, and the grip on her fingers on every stroke, which coincided 
with a now regular moan from Lauren. Slowly, she withdrew her slippery 
fingers and took a swollen outer lip between her thumb and finger, 
running up and down the length of it. She swapped to the other lip, 
gently squeezing as Lauren twitched on her bed.

Looking up at Lauren, she saw her running the palms of her hands over 
her breasts, tweaking the nipples occasionally and massaging the small 
cones in fevered activity. Her face was contorted seemingly in pain, 
possibly because she felt she might not achieve orgasm, but hopefully 
because the feeling of lust and sexual abandon had now swept away her 
modesty, inhibitions and reserve in a tide of unbridled desire for 
release. Nikki slipped two fingers back inside her young friend as they 
both reveled in the new experience. Nikki took a good look at Lauren's 
vagina, the position of her little brown hole, and the secret folds of 
skin that were now fully exposed to her view.

Lauren raised her bottom in time with Nikki, and although the 
syncronisation was (as to be expected from two young schoolgirls for 
the first time) less than perfect, the effect when they did connect 
served to provide deep penetration inside Lauren's pussy. Nikki looked 
down at her fingers moving quickly in and out of her friend, and parted 
her own legs in sympathy for her own pent-up desires. She felt the 
walls of Lauren's vagina suddenly relax and then contract just as 
Lauren screwed up her eyes and brought her hands from her breasts down 
in between her legs to rest the palms of her hands either side of her 
virgin pussy. Lauren grabbed her feet and pulled them wide and back 
above her body, in the process giving Nikki maximum room to administer 
her therapy.

Lauren's thrusting was curtailed by her position, but her whimpering 
gave Nikki the timing cue she needed, understanding from her own 
efforts how close her friend must be at that moment. Deciding to take 
her the rest of the way, she increased the depth and rate of her finger 
fucking, turning her fingers on the way in and out to stimulate every 
conceivable surface inside her beautiful friend.

"Oh, Jeeze!..... Something's going to happen!" panted Lauren, a look of 
shock across her sweaty face.

She bucked violently on top of the pillow, pushing herself high off the 
bed, maximising the power of the thrusting fingers that penetrated her. 
Sensing the final hill, Nikki pushed deep into her and put her free 
hand underneath her bottom, grabbing her cheeks while she maintained 
her rate of finger fucking, pushing hard on each down stroke to enter 
as far as possible. Lauren started to say something, but no words 
followed, even though Nikki could see she was trying to speak. Her 
orgasm engulfed her as she felt the walls of her vagina pulsing and 
gripping the fingers rhythmically at first, giving way to random 
seizures of pleasure in sympathy with contractions of her vagina. After 
what seemed like eternity, Lauren exhaled loudly and took in a deep 
breath, releasing her vice-like grip on her feet and allowing her knees 
to bend slightly into a more relaxed position.

Nikki slowly removed her fingers, and helped Lauren to lower her legs 
onto the bed. She then pushed Lauren onto her side and arranged her in 
a fetal position. Laying now the correct way on the bed, she maneuvered 
herself alongside and put her right arm around her waist. Nikki kissed 
the back of her head and pulled Lauren tightly to her, cupping her 
right breast. A feint smile passed across Lauren's lips as she drifted 
into the arms of Morpheus.


Chapter 3

It was over an hour before Lauren woke up, finding Nikki still cuddling 
her and breathing gently. She carefully moved her arm, and slid off the 
bed. From a drawer she took a pair of knickers and slowly pulled them 
up and into place. She was relieved to discover that there was no 
particular pain or chaffing as she could have expected. She buttoned up 
her blouse, picked up her skirt off the floor and made her way to the 
bathroom. Nikki had evidently cleaned up before they went into the 
bedroom as it was perfectly neat and tidy. Lauren was aware that while 
she could feel her now hairless pussy, she really wanted to know what 
it looked like. The bathroom afforded no means of discovery, and so she 
padded out down the passageway into her parents room.

The largest bedroom was also the brightest, and even in the late 
evening sun was bright enough for her purposes without switching on the 
light. Lauren walked across to the wardrobe and looked at her image in 
the big mirror that covered one of the doors. As she parted her legs 
she concluded that superficially there was no difference in her 
appearance. She watched her right hand move across her stomach and down 
between her legs, searching for any new feelings or sensations that 
might be found as a result of her misfortunes. Lauren considered that 
she was very lucky to have been able to get rid of the gum so quickly, 
but even as this thought passed through her mind, her attention was 
grabbed forcefully by the `apres-shave' that had taken place with 
Nikki. There was definitely, in her mind, some rationalisation that was 
required with respect to their love-making.

While for someone ten years older the act of masturbating with a friend 
would have been a major turning point in that persons life, Lauren had 
no such considerations. She knew that other school friends were doing 
something similar, and moreover, there was no long-term agenda attached 
to their playing. And so her feelings towards Nikki were separated from 
the afternoon activities they had enjoyed and Lauren felt inwardly 
reassured that she was simply growing up rather than embarking on a 
course into dangerous territory.

Lauren put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pulled them 
down. She kicked them over into the corner of the room, and sat down in 
front of the mirror. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating 
her legs and providing her with a perfect opportunity to view Nikki's 
efforts. She bent her legs and parting them to expose her vagina, put 
her feet up against the mirror and leaned back on her left hand. 
Strangely, the first thing that Lauren noticed was that she had a 
freckle just above her clitoris. She rubbed her thumb over it and 
proved to herself that it was real. Looking at the view in it's 
entirety caused her to grin widely. What a fabulous sight she thought, 
noting that yet again, her pink inner lips were pushing their way out 
allowing a view of the inverted V of the hood over her clitoris. Lauren 
noted that there was probably some of the Baby Oil inside her as it 
glistened still in the sunlight. As she ran her finger over her inner 
lips,

she quickly gasped. Lauren realised that she was a little tender.

Lauren dressed and went back into her own bedroom to find Nikki still 
asleep, but now curled up tightly facing away from her. She put her 
hand on her thigh and gave her a little shake. Nikki stirred, and 
rolled over onto her back. Lauren didn't bother to move her hand, which 
was now in between Nikki's legs. Nikki slowly opened her eyes and 
smiled at Lauren. She followed Lauren downstairs into the kitchen, 
noting that it was now seven o'clock.

"What are you doing tomorrow evening?" asked Nikki as she took plates 
from the cupboard. Lauren was reading the instructions on the microwave 
packet for their meal that she had taken from the freezer.

"Don't know, nothing much. I expect I'll talk to Mike and find out what 
he's been doing. After all, I only see him when he comes home for the 
school holidays, and we had quite a good laugh last time he was here at 
Easter". Lauren remembered that they had exchanged confidences about 
their loves (he had many, and Lauren had none) and Lauren had felt that 
at last she could now talk to Mike without him treating her like his 
baby sister. Lauren was also pretty sure that Nikki had designs on her 
brother after the looks that passed between them the day they met. As 
Lauren mentally ran through her Friday schedule, it suddenly dawned on 
her.

"Oh Shit, I've got that doctor's check-thing!" squealed Lauren, frozen 
to the spot.

"So what, we've all got to have them" replied Nikki. Half the class had 
already visited the local clinic for their pre-teen well-woman checkup 
which had been mandated as part of the area's health policy.

"Yeah, but how do I explain what's happened down here?" said Lauren, 
pointing to her skirt.

"Relax, just say you are on the swim team, or gymnastics or something. 
That's what Elena did!" offered Nikki in a tone that assumed there was 
nothing left to discuss.

"How do you know she said that? I didn't hear about it. Do you think 
they will believe me?"

"Of course. And what if they don't, they can't do anything, can they?" 
answered Nikki as she laid the table, clearly amused at Lauren's 
concern about her unavoidable denouement at the hands of the local 
doctor.

Lauren silently ran through the possible scenarios and her responses to 
awkward questions. She decided that if asked she would say that she was 
on the swim team and leave it at that. Dismissing further thoughts from 
her mind, she served the meal and the two girls sat down to eat. There 
was no mention about their previous intimacy, and the main topic of 
conversation concerned Lauren's forthcoming day as bridesmaid to the 
girl who used to be the household baby-sitter, AnneMarie. They 
discussed dresses and styles, and eventually determined that it was 
worth a visit to Interlaken to choose a suitable pattern. The dress 
itself would be made by a friend of Lauren's mother, Kristal.

After the meal Nikki asked if she could be excused the washing up and 
leave for her house. Lauren was happy to let her friend off the chores 
and the two girls hugged each other on the doorstep. Lauren lightly 
kissed Nikki on the forehead and whispered `Thank You' as they parted.

Her kitchen duties only took a few minutes, and Lauren then went back 
upstairs into her bedroom with her mothers magazine to prepare for a 
bath. Stripping off all her clothes she raised her hands above her head 
and stretched. In the bathroom, she ran the water and added some 
essence to provide a soothing scent and a great deal of bubbles. She 
lay down in the water for a few minutes, relaxing with her eyes closed 
and running through the evenings events. There were aspects of their 
intimacy that she found very suprising, not least that she had allowed 
it to happen, but secondly that she had enjoyed it so much. The warm 
water, bubbles and her thoughts all served to content her to the point 
that if she had been a cat, she would have purred loudly.

Stirring from her reverie, she opened the magazine and continued to 
read about the problems that afflicted, it seemed, every reader of the 
publication. Of particular interest was the article from a woman who 
complained about the taste of her husbands cum, and her nervousness 
about allowing him to come in her mouth. The article explained that the 
husband came all over her face, hair and breasts, which was not a 
problem. But for Lauren, this was a revelation in that she had heard 
that boys produced a lot of sticky stuff when they orgasmed, but she 
was unaware that it could be so much. She also gleaned from the story 
the methods the woman used to bring her husband to climax and the most 
sensitive areas of his cock. Her thoughts drifted back to Mike, and she 
wondered if he had had sex with any girl since they last spoke. He had 
confided last time that a girl in the same town as his school had 
played with his cock but she hadn't asked about whether he had 
orgasmed. She would have to find out.

Lauren knelt in the bath, and with the soap, cleaned her stomach and 
between her legs. Her soapy hands roamed over the little mounds of her 
bottom, running between her cheeks and, as she parted her legs as far 
as the bath would allow, she introduced her little anus to the 
pleasures of a soapy finger. She was so surprised by the effect to the 
point of being shocked as to why she had never really experimented 
before with her bottom. Gradually, and with a finger renewed with soap, 
she slowly pushed her finger into the crinkled little hole. The 
completely new sensation was tempered by a feeling of acting dirty and 
improperly. However, it was clear which emotion gained the upper hand 
as Lauren stood in the bath and, holding onto the medicine cabinet with 
her left hand, she placed her left leg on the side of the bath.

The view between her legs would have been stunning to anyone who walked 
in at the time, the cheeks of her little bottom separated by the 
position of her legs, and her shaved pussy lips parted to reveal not 
just her inner folds but a wonderful view inside her as her whole 
tunnel opened as though begging for attention. Her clitoris stood 
proudly out from underneath its normally protective hood as her fingers 
slid underneath her, over her stomach and felt that total lack of hair 
between her legs. Taking the soap, Lauren explored every possible 
source for new feelings and sensations, again coming to rest at her 
anus. She dropped the soap into the bath and massaged the hole, probing 
slowly but further and further, deeper and deeper until she was sure 
that she was not doing herself any damage. The feeling of guilt 
subsided into one of pleasure, not as intense as that produced by 
Nikki, but nonetheless very satisfying. After a couple of minutes, she 
made her mind up that she would bring herself to orgasm, and so she let 
half the water out of the bath and sat down again just in case she fell 
over.

The room was warm as she leant her head against the towel she had 
placed at the end of the bath. Her fingers again found her clitoris and 
ran around the delicate little bud in slow, light circles. Her legs 
involuntarily parted to accommodate her attention, and she felt her 
anus more forcefully now, a warm glow emanating from her newly 
discovered source of fun. Lauren really wanted to use both hands, so 
she moved the towel to the side of the bath and turned to face the 
wall, causing her to squash up into the width of the tub. But now she 
could rub her clitoris with the fingers of her left hand while pushing 
firmly into her bottom with her other hand.

Her legs were straight, stretched pointing to the ends of the bath, and 
her head was right back on the towel so she would have had a view of 
the ceiling if she had opened her eyes. Instead, she had visions of 
Nikki and Mike, alternately, as she fantasised and masturbated wildly. 
She felt the signs of her orgasm approaching as her stomach muscles 
tightened and her face screwed up. Her finger was now simply pushed as 
far as it would go into her anus, while her left hand continued to 
flash across her clitoris and now and then her fingers would disappear 
into her pussy, only to re-emerge with a slight slurping noise, covered 
in thick secretions, to return to their duty. Her fantasy finally 
conjured up a picture of Mike coming over Lauren and Nikki's naked 
breasts as they both had their hands on his enormous cock. As the 
orgasm reached her, she had the presence of mind to keep quiet just in 
case anyone had come home without her knowing, but the sound she might 
have made with her open mouth was exchanged for a violent movement of 
her head in time with a final push into her anus with her finger. She 
lunged forward and back against the bath, hitting her head on the side 
covered with the towel as she grunted. Although she was dimly aware 
that she had banged her head, she was not going to stop as the waves of 
pleasure took command. She stopped rubbing her clitoris to roughly 
place her hand over her pubic mound as though to grab it all and 
squeeze it together. Her leg muscles ached badly, but there was a 
rapidly increasing warmth as her body spasmed in the throes of ecstasy 
for almost a minute. As they subsided, she slowly pulled her finger out 
of her anus, causing another wave of pleasure to ripple though her as 
beads of sweat formed into rivulets and trickled down her face.

Eventually, she turned and stretched out fully in the remainder of the 
water, soaking up the last of the magic, eyes closed again. For almost 
ten minutes she remained motionless in the water, as waves of pleasure 
subsided and a feeling of calm and contentment carried her to a lofty 
plateau of peace and tranquillity. At last she returned to reality and 
stepped carefully out of the bath, noting that she felt a little light-
headed as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders. She saw in the 
mirror that her hair was matted and feeling the ends confirmed that it 
needed drying. As she explored her hair, she encountered the bump she 
had sustained, and marveled not at the slight pain to her touch but at 
the energy released during her orgasm. Lauren wondered if everyone felt 
the same way during sex and decided she would probably never know.

She dried her hair and let the hot air stream play across her breasts, 
legs and over her pubic mound. It tickled slightly and she stopped when 
she realised that it was making her too dry between her legs. Taking a 
little Baby Oil, she remedied the situation by rubbing the tiniest of 
amounts onto her pussy lips. Noticing that she was, yet again, becoming 
aroused, she stopped and after clearing up, went into her bedroom with 
a feeling that she was becoming a slave to her sexual desires. While 
this was not strictly true, it was hard for her to feel any other way 
given that today she had had the first orgasm of her life, followed by 
another, all in the space of a few hours. So Lauren arrived at the 
conclusion that she was in an experimental stage and there was no harm 
in finding out as much as she could, especially as everyone else was 
doing the same. It was therefore with some satisfaction that she pulled 
on only a T-Shirt that barely covered her bottom, and went downstairs 
whistling a tune.

Lauren made sure that the plates were put back in the cupboards, and 
standing again on the bottom rung of the stool, she reached up and put 
away the dishes that they had used. As she stretched the true shape of 
her legs was displayed through the back door for anyone to see, along 
with a perfect view of the cheeks of her bottom and the delightful 
valley of her pussy.

Switching off the light, she passed the stairs and opened the door of 
the lounge. She checked that everything was in order, shut the door and 
went upstairs to bed. She would talk to her mother and Mike tomorrow 
and get an early night. Indeed, it was an early night, and probably she 
slept as soundly as she had ever done before, content in the knowledge 
that she was rapidly progressing from a giggly schoolgirl into a 
blossoming teenager.


Chapter 4

Friday 10th July

Lauren woke at 7 o'clock, switched off her alarm and went through her 
daily routine of preparing for school. Over breakfast, she mentioned 
the visit to the doctors and said she would be a little late that 
evening. Her mother fully agreed with the medical program that was 
available and wished it had been introduced while she was Lauren's age.

School was uneventful that Friday, with the exception of the dinner 
queue, when Nikki pinched her bottom and grinned mischievously as usual 
at her. Unspoken words were exchanged that served to cement the bond 
between the two girls and confirm that their intimacy the previous 
evening was neither forgotten nor was it likely to be an isolated 
event.

After school, Lauren made her way past the Bus Stop and on down the 
hill towards the doctor's surgery. The cobbled little streets that led 
off the main road through Andleburg echoed as she strode along the 
narrow pavement. Away from the traffic, she could hear the voices of 
children playing in the courtyards behind the front doors of the 
apartment buildings. Cafes and delicatessens along the road offered 
traditional Swiss food until late at night, their aroma mingling in the 
afternoon air. Old men sat outside, sipping beer as they played 
dominoes or simply watched the world go by, the distinctive smell of 
Gauloise hanging in the air as the occasional dog ferreted around 
underneath the tables. Lauren hurried along, walking quickly, anxious 
to get the medical examination over as quickly as possible.

She entered, confirmed her name with the young receptionist and, moving 
the copy of Bild off so that she could sit down, took a seat in the 
corner, concerned that she was the only schoolgirl in the reception 
area. She clasped her hands tightly together over her crossed legs, 
well aware that she not only hated the doctors but that nobody (with 
the exception of Nikki now) had seen her most private parts (except in 
the showers), for many years. She had seen Dr. Bonner about two years 
ago for a throat infection, but apart from that, nothing. And so it was 
with some trepidation that she entered his room when he called her 
name.

The doctor's office was white. Everywhere. Even his desk in the corner 
was white. A bed ran along the length of the office on the other side, 
above which was a light and some tubes which Lauren had never seen 
before. There was an eye chart next to the door and a big poster of the 
blood system. Food and diet information alongside the poster completed 
the decorations on the walls. Dr. Bonner was probably 60 years old and 
had a great shock of Einstein-like white hair. Lauren did note however 
that his shoes were brown as she nervously looked at the floor.

"Hi Lauren, how are you today?" he asked, motioning to the seat next to 
his desk. He tapped a couple of keys on his terminal and read her 
medical history while nodding sagely at the screen.

"I'm fine. How are you?" responded Lauren, immediately thinking that 
that was a really stupid thing to have said.

"Oh, I'm very well" said Dr. Bonner, smiling broadly at her. "Now, 
we're going to make sure you're OK inside. Has anyone explained the 
importance of these little check-ups?".

Lauren said that the school had outlined the process some time ago and 
so the doctor launched into his standard speech about female well-
being, the need for regular vigilance and the fact that there is 
nothing to worry about. He mentioned about the actual internal 
examination that he would do, that it was very quick and painless and 
completely confidential, as was everything in the surgery. Lauren 
relaxed slightly until she heard (again) about the internal 
examination, in much the same language as she had heard at school, but 
not with the same words as had been relayed around the playground. Dr. 
Bonner proceeded to take her blood pressure and satisfy himself that 
she had some. Lauren stared at her white socks and little blue skirt, 
feeling the pressure of the band around her arm as she heard him pump 
up the bulb and then let out the air.

"Good, so, when you're ready, take off everything including your 
knickers, and jump up onto the bed over here. You can leave just your 
skirt on if you like. We'll have a quick look and have you out of here 
in no time" said Dr. Bonner, standing up and making sure there was a 
sheet on the bed. Lauren obligingly turned away from the doctor and 
slipped off her knickers. She dropped them to the floor, kicking them 
once again when she noticed signs of the day's wear uppermost. She 
removed her blouse and bra and dumped them unceremoniously with her 
knickers before climbing onto the bed. With her legs firmly together, 
she let both her hands rest firmly over her skirt. Dr. Bonner took his 
position at her head and slowly moved the end of his stethoscope over 
her chest. The cold end made her jump slightly and the doctor 
apologised with a smile. It was clear to Lauren that he was finding the 
whole episode as difficult as she was.

"Hands behind your head, please. Any dizzy spells, or feelings of 
nausea? he asked, listening to her breathing.

"No, I don't think so" said Lauren, conscious of her racing heart.

"Any feelings of cramps in your tummy, burning sensations when you go 
to the toilet?" He pulled the stethoscope from his ears and proceeded 
to feel her breasts, circling around the little mounds. He brushed the 
slightly erect nipples with his fingers and felt around her armpits.

"No" said Lauren, watching his fingers wandering over her.

"What about here. Any pain from your nipples, or strange feelings from 
your breasts?" His fingers probed and kneaded around her stomach, 
descending slowly towards her skirt.

"Deep breath, please. And out again. That's fine, now shoot down to the 
end here and bring your knees up" he said as he moved round to the foot 
of the bed. He felt his way along her thighs, and parted her legs 
slightly as he probed closer to her sex. He brought up the stirrups, 
placed Lauren's legs into them and dropped away the end of the 
examination table. She had been maneuvered into the position so quickly 
that she had little time to react and therefore found it to be less 
distasteful that she had imagined. Her skirt still covered much of her 
pubic region, although as the doctor adjusted the stirrups further 
apart, her skirt rode silently up her thighs until Lauren felt sure 
that even though the doctor was standing, he could see every intimate 
part of her.

"Now, I'm going to open you up a little and take a quick swab. It might 
tickle a little", he said as he sat down again and trained the light in 
between her legs. Lauren suddenly remembered that she had recently lost 
her pubic hair and strained her head upwards to see if there was any 
expression of disgust on the doctor's face. He continued to nod and 
chatter to himself, and Lauren assumed that he had probably done this 
thousands of times and was bored seeing inside women. She certainly 
hoped so as she stared at the ceiling and braced herself for the 
intrusion.

Dr. Bonner had a view right up from Lauren's anus all the way to her 
head, with her skirt hiked up to reveal the whole of her pubic region. 
Her pussy lips were now slightly open in a very mild state of arousal. 
He moved closer to her thighs and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. 
First he spread her outer lips wide apart and touched all along them. 
He gently pushed the hood of Lauren's young clitoris back and forth 
before pushing it all the way up to fully expose her clit. Lauren 
jerked up involuntarily and squirmed under the touch.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"No, just a little, er you know" stuttered Lauren, thinking that of 
course it damn well affected her.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, returning his fingers to the sweet 
valley of her vaginal lips and the little treasure beyond.

"No"

Taking a tube of KY Jelly, the doctor spread copious amounts around her 
lips, ensuring that there was sufficient at the entrance to her vagina 
to be taken by the speculum as it entered.

"Have you ever felt any lumps or spots inside you?"

"Er, no."

"OK, now I'd like you to just relax while I take a sample. This will 
feel just like it does when you put your own fingers inside you. Do you 
do that?" he asked.

"Er, now and again, you know" said Lauren, blushing.

"That's OK, you'll find it quite pleasant, but keep your fingers clean, 
won't you. All girls your age experiment, you know" he said, presenting 
the KY-covered device to her entrance and pushing it gently into her.

"Ohh" she squealed as she felt it entering her. It's steely hardness 
caught her by surprise as she closed her eyes and held her breath. Her 
hands gripped the side of the bed tightly as the cold device plowed 
into her.

Turning it, he quickly opened the speculum and looked inside. Lauren 
was not enjoying the sensation of being examined, but in the back of 
her mind there was something about it that fascinated her, if only she 
could determine what it was. She felt the strangest contrast between 
the warmth of her insides and the coldness of the speculum, much like 
she had felt with Nikki had shaved her. Then it had been the 
incongruity of the slick razor and the warming feeling that had been 
born within her for Nikki. She smiled as she remembered that the two 
feelings had merged together later in her bedroom when she came with 
such force that she thought she might have wet herself. Lauren felt a 
stirring deep inside.

"That's it. All done!" he said, releasing the device after a minute and 
pulling it out of her. He took hold of a box of tissues and wiped her 
carefully, removing as much of the lubricant as possible from the 
swollen lips of her vagina. He took a second tissue and wiped the area 
from her vagina to her anus, ending with a swift circular motion around 
her little hole. He peered down closely at her anus.

"Ever have any swelling here, and spots or discomfort?" he asked, 
probing her hole with his gloved hand. He inserted his finger very 
slightly, and removed it, watching the muscles dilate.

"No, no problems at all" replied Lauren, now sure that she must be 
obviously aroused, especially after her thoughts about Nikki and the 
attention the doctor had paid to her pussy and bottom.

"That's good, you can jump down now and get dressed. Use more of the 
tissues if you need them," he said, removing his gloves and dropping 
them into the bin.

Lauren swung her legs over the examination table and jumped to the 
floor. Turning away from Dr. Bonner - who was now busy typing into his 
terminal - she wiped herself clean with the tissues as best she could. 
Lauren was more anxious to get her knickers back on rather than 
completely get rid of the remainder of the KY jelly from her vagina. 
She pulled her knickers up and sat back down on the chair next to his 
desk.

"Right Lauren, everything seems to be fine. We'll get the results back 
from the lab pretty soon, but there's no reason at all to believe that 
it will be anything except negative". He paused and looked back at the 
terminal. "Lauren, do you mind if I ask why you have removed the hair 
from your vagina?"

"Someone at school put chewing gum on it" she said immediately, 
abandoning the swim team excuse.

"You should be careful that you don't cut yourself, it's very difficult 
to do it yourself" said Dr. Bonner, indicating that he had seen such a 
problem before.

"Someone helped me" said Lauren and then added, quickly, "A girlfriend 
- she was very careful". Lauren looked at the doctor hoping for a smile 
or confirmation that this was acceptable.

"When you shave around your vagina you must use clean equipment - and 
throw it away if you can afterwards. Any dirt or rusty blades could 
cause a very serious infection which might affect you all your life. 
You should also be careful not to introduce germs from your anus into 
your vaginal area - it's easily done if you're not careful. And you 
shouldn't do it too often or you may make the area very sensitive. 
Apart from that, your friend seems to have done a very good job. You're 
lucky to have someone to help you out like that - it could be quite an 
embarrassing situation"

"I know. She was so kind about it. I'll repay her somehow, sometime" 
said Lauren, somewhat lost in thought.

Flamboyantly pressing a key on his terminal, Dr. Bonner stood up and 
smiled.

"Treasure her, she sounds like an angel" he said, indicating the door.

Lauren left the doctors office and went out into the street. She was 
confused as to how she ended up telling him about Nikki and what they 
had done. But she also felt reassured and comforted by his kind words. 
She caught the usual bus back home and went indoors. During tea she 
confided in her mother about the doctors visit and confirmed that she 
had been given an internal examination. Her mother stated that she had 
to have one about once a year and didn't like them either. Lauren felt 
very pleased that she had been able to discuss such adult matters not 
only with the doctor but also with her mother. However, she didn't see 
any sense in mentioning to her the chewing gum episode.

Lauren watched television for about an hour, then went to her room to 
do her homework. At about 9 o'clock, she heard that Mike was staying at 
his schoolfriend's house who happened to also live in the same area, so 
she had a quick wash and went to bed.


Chapter 5

Saturday 11th July

Nikki rang the doorbell to Lauren's house at precisely 10 o'clock the 
next morning, to be greeted by Lauren's mother, who informed her that 
Lauren was not yet up, but Nikki was welcome to take a cup of coffee up 
to her and throw her out of bed. Obligingly, Nikki made a cup of coffee 
and went upstairs. Lauren was curled up in bed, facing the window with 
the curtains still drawn. Nikki placed the coffee on the bedside table 
and pulled the curtains open, allowing the day's sunlight to enter the 
room, and causing Lauren to stir.

"Hey, it's three o'clock in the afternoon - time to get up" shouted 
Nikki.

"Do what?" said Lauren, squinting in the light at her clock. "Stupid, 
it's only ten. What are we going to do today? Shall we go to town?" she 
asked, stretching so that she touched the wall above her bed.

"Don't know, is there anything you need to buy?" asked Nikki, sitting 
beside her.

"No, I'd like to see what Mike is doing. I haven't seen him yet, is he 
downstairs?" asked Lauren drinking her coffee.

"Lori!" shouted her mother from the stairs, "Do you want to go swimming 
today with Mike - he's going to the pool at about midday."

"I don't know. I'll have a think" shouted Lauren, and then to Nikki, 
"Well, that answers that, shall we go?"

"Yes, definitely, it'll be a laugh, and I like the pool, it's better 
than the one at my Dad's hotel."

"OK, we'll go too" shouted Lauren.

And so, eventually, Lauren got out of bed and went to the bathroom 
while Nikki sat and looked at Lauren's attempts at her homework. Lauren 
was quite a conscientious worker at times, even though her head seemed 
to be in the clouds for most of the day. Lauren returned, shut her 
bedroom door and pulled off her over-sized T-Shirt that she slept in to 
reveal her naked body. Nikki looked at her and grinned.

"Bet your brother finds you a turn-on" mocked Nikki.

"You're crazy, and anyway, your tits are bigger than mine. I know he 
fancies you from the way he looks at you," replied Lauren, facing Nikki 
while she pulled on her bikini bottom. "Here, you'd better borrow this" 
she added, throwing a blue bikini to Nikki. While Lauren finished 
dressing, Nikki took off her own T-Shirt to reveal a small lace bra 
that had little to do with providing support and much to do with 
presenting a sexy image. Reaching behind, she unclasped it and dropped 
it on the bed. Provocatively, she turned towards Lauren and undid the 
top button of her jeans, followed by the zip. Lauren could see her 
text-book breasts as they bounced very slightly. As Nikki lowered her 
jeans, Lauren saw an expanse of skin which would normally have been 
covered by her schoolgirl knickers. Today however, she was wearing a 
deeply cut pair of lace knickers, quite over-the-top for shopping in 
town. Nikki removed her jeans and stood there in her knickers and white 
socks, with her thumbs hooked into the waistband, ready to pull them 
down. Although Lauren was trying not to look, she was envious of both 
her friend's underwear and her figure. Nikki pulled down her knickers 
to her knees and absently scratched her bottom as though an itch had 
interrupted her. Slowly, she moved her legs up and down while itching 
so that the knickers fell to the floor, leaving her naked. She took the 
bikini bottom and pretended to look at the material closely.

"What's up?" asked Lauren with a puzzled look on her face.

"Just checking for gum. You can't be too careful!" joked Nikki.

"Stupid. Hey, that's what the doctor told me" said Lauren with a grin.

"Oh, tell me, tell me!" whispered Nikki, sitting on Lauren's bed, still 
holding the blue bikini.

And so Lauren recounted her tale of the doctor's surgery, while using 
the opportunity to take a good look at Nikki's breasts and compare them 
with her own. They were indeed a couple of sizes bigger, probably 33 
inches at least, and had elegant nipples which were in perfect 
proportion to her breasts. When she told her that she hadn't used the 
swimming team excuse but had told him exactly what happened, Nikki 
collapsed back onto the bed in laughter, staring at the ceiling and 
shaking her head from side to side. Lauren had a perfect view of 
Nikki's mound and could just see the top of the slit of her pussy lips 
through her pubic hair. Lauren stared at the sight, and found her eyes 
wandering over her protruding pelvic bones, past her ribs as they stuck 
out, up to her friend's breasts which looked like two little hillocks 
capped by her erect little nipples. Lauren seized the moment, much to 
her own surprise, and knelt down by the bed to talk to Nikki more 
closely. She put her right hand on Nikki's leg, just above the knee.

"Hey, I didn't tell him your name or anything" said Lauren in an 
apologetic voice, looking over Nikki's breasts at her broad smile.

"That's OK, what else did he say?" said Nikki after a long pause.

"Oh, that you did a good job and took a lot of care", said Lauren, 
running her fingers higher up the little girl's leg in increasingly 
larger movements. Nikki's breathing became deeper, more regular as she 
stretched out, letting her hair tumble down over the other side of the 
bed. She flexed her toes and fingers. Nikki waited several minutes 
before speaking again.

"Did he ask you about boys?" she said, as her stomach muscles rippled 
and her left knee moved imperceptibly away as she bent her leg.

"No, but I expect he got all the information he needed with the thing 
he put in" said Lauren, whose hand was now resting on Nikki's pelvis. 
Lauren moved so that she was above Nikki's knees and had a better view 
of her friends aroused sex.

"I had to lie on his couch naked, and he covered my pussy with this 
jelly stuff. Then he put the speculum inside. God! It was really cold, 
and bigger than I thought!" explained Lauren. Her hand slowly circled 
around her stomach, using her belly button as a center and then 
wandered down, brushing the top of her pubic hair. Nikki murmured 
several sounds of pleasure as Lauren worked back down her legs, and 
then started to caress the inside on the way up, causing Nikki to part 
her legs very slightly again.

Nikki pulled herself up to sit crossed legged and guided Lauren's hand 
with her own down to her vagina. Lauren gasped as she felt the soft 
folds of her friends inner lips, and felt a quivering within her own 
body as Nikki took her middle finger and ran it down through her pubic 
hair and over her clitoris.

"Lori, I think we should stop. You make me so wet, but I don't want you 
to do it yet, not while your mum's here. And I want to make it very 
special".

Lauren looked at Nikki dejectedly. "I want you to have the same 
experience. I want to know if it's as good for you as it was when you 
did it to me, that's all" said Lauren, feeling like an unwanted pet.

"We will, but not now. Let's get dressed and have some breakfast" Nikki 
said, pulling on the bikini bottoms. Nikki smiled. She seemed pleased, 
maybe even flattered that Lauren had genuine desires for her. She 
paused momentarily as though she was reconsidering her decision, but 
then continued to pull on her clothes. Once the girls were fully 
dressed, they went downstairs to find Mike eating breakfast with their 
father and reading the newspaper.

Lauren bounced out of her dejected mood when she saw her brother, and 
he came over to give her a hug.

"You look good! Hi Nikki!", said Mike with his arm around Lauren's 
shoulders.

"Glad you're home. We're coming with you today", grinned Lauren looking 
up at her brother. He had grown, again. Every time she saw him he 
seemed to be bigger. The strange thing was that while Lauren had wavy 
hair, Mike's was tightly curled even though it was roughly the same 
colour. He too had a naturally tanned face, accentuated by his obvious 
participation in outdoor sports. He wore a stripy rugby- style shirt, 
with the sleeves rolled up and blue jeans with white trainers. And for 
once, thought Lauren, they really were white rather than looking like 
he had had them for several years.

"I like that idea", said Mike, looking in turn at both girls. "Mum said 
she would drive us there before they goes on to Aunt Francie's place 
for lunch. I'm going to get my trunks". And so Mike bounded upstairs 
and into his bedroom.

"Be careful down at that pool. I'm still worried that they don't have 
any proper people looking after you even though that girl drowned last 
year." said her father, looking sternly.

"Come with us! It would be fun, Daddy!" said Lauren, holding his arm.

"Go on Maurice, why don't you go with them? asked her mother.

"Oh no. I'm too old for that sort of thing. Maybe when I was younger"

"When you were a boy, you mean"

"Yes, we did have swimming pools, you know. They're not a recent 
invention!"

Her father went into lounge and through into the dining room. The 
dining area had rarely been used, and would soon resemble a library 
rather than a place to entertain friends. He was a bright man, clever 
with words and possessed an agile mind. He was pleased to see that 
Lauren had inherited the same capacity for thought even though she 
rarely exhibited it due to her constant dreaming. Mike, he thought, 
received his good grades and achieved success through sheer hard work.

Ever since he changed job and joined Internal Research, the reading and 
writing element of his work had increased without the corresponding 
decrease in other duties. He loved his job, relished the constant 
learning process that occupied his mind, and craved for the occasional 
detective work that required initiative and deep thought when tracking 
down the most elusive of clues. His investigative powers were sometimes 
turned to finding the source of illegal meat imports, or fraudulent 
users of government resources. He had even quite recently been asked to 
investigate vote rigging in one of the local referendums. He ran his 
finger along the shelves of books that were divided between work 
related and recreation, and pulled out a couple - light reading for the 
journey. Maybe possible reading material while at Aunt Francie's. Now 
there was a thought. Maurice took a look at his diary for the coming 
week and nodded to himself.

Lauren and Nikki had their breakfast in record time, and almost 
willingly helped with the dishes.

"Why do we have to dry the dishes, we could just leave them to dry 
themselves." moaned Lauren, knowing the answer.

"Because they dry all smeary, that's why. Why do you always ask? said 
her mother.

"Do we have to do the frying pan as well?"

"Just do it. Then we can get out to the pool" replied her mother.

"Mum, can you lend me thirty francs?"

"Lend? When will I see it again?"

"Dad will repay you from my pocket money. Oh go on!" whined Lauren.

"Speak to your father then. Why do you need so much?"

"Oh, just in case I see something. Or we have to get the bus home" said 
Lauren, playing the safety card. "I'll see. Come on. let's get going. 
Have you got your towels?" She fussed around the children, pleased that 
Mike was taking Lauren out to the pool, and that Nikki would be joining 
them. She had seen the glint in her son's eye when he heard Nikki would 
also be going and hoped they could become friends, even though they 
would have very little time to get to know one another during the 
summer holidays.

All three children bundled into the car and set off for the pool, Mike 
carrying an inflatable beach ball. Lauren once again reminded everyone 
that she could not get her ears wet because of the headaches it caused. 
While her mother was unconvinced that this was the real cause, she 
agreed that Lauren should not go diving in at the pool. They listened 
to some of Mike's school tales during the short car journey and learned 
that he had been a co-star in the end of term school play.

As they passed through the white ticket hall, the girls descended the 
green and white steps into the female changing area as shouts and 
whistles echoed and locker doors slammed around them. Giggling, Lauren 
and Nikki stuffed their clothes and towels into a single locker, the 
latter slipping the key with the big rubber band over her ankle. Nikki 
managed to push Lauren into the cold water trough intended to clean 
their feet as they emerged into the daylight, squealing and laughing. 
Mike was waiting by the exit to the men's area and both girls peeked 
through the doorway hoping for a glimpse of something interesting, 
without success.

The open-air pool was 25 meters long and surrounded by grass with a 
shallow end for babies and children and a deep end with diving boards 
for those who were proficient swimmers. By the edge, equidistant 
between the two ends was a tower for the life-guard. Lauren was 
surprised to see a particularly attractive blond girl sitting there, 
watching the crowd through her sunglasses. She noted that Mike was 
already looking at her as he walked towards the diving boards, dropping 
the ball on the grass near the ladders. Lauren and Nikki made their way 
to the shallow end and walked into the water, splashing themselves 
gently to get accustomed to the temperature. However, the sun was 
beating down and the air temperature of 30 degrees meant that the water 
was very warm. They swam slowly from the shallow end to roughly the 
middle, and held onto the edge as they looked for people they knew.

Mike dived into the pool and surfaced on the edge opposite the life 
guard, pulled himself out of the water and walked back to dive again.

"Your brother looks good. He's so strong!" said Nikki, clearly enticed 
by the sight of him diving in. Both girls watched for a while as Mike 
tried out different boards. "Bet you're feeling hot for him" said Nikki 
smiling, and in her usual direct manner.

"Stupid". But she had to admit it, she found it hard to take her eyes 
off his swimming trunks and the cute bulge that was clearly evident. 
She must have been watching two or three dives when she realised that 
Nikki wasn't there. She looked around, hoping to find out where she had 
gone. Suddenly, she was pushed away from the wall, and felt one hand 
and then two around her waist. Petrified of getting her ears wet, she 
tried in vain to reach the ledge. She twisted and turned frantically, 
eventually managing to grab hold of the side of the pool, but not 
before the lifeguard had seen her and stood up. Lauren waved causally 
to the lifeguard and saw her sit down again. Then she realised what had 
happened. Nikki burst up to the surface with a maniacal grin on her 
face.

"Give them here or you're dead!" said Lauren, trying to reach Nikki 
without letting go of the edge.

"They're down here, inside mine" taunted Nikki, clearly enjoying her 
discomfort.

Lauren was aware that she couldn't get out without her bikini bottoms, 
nor could she chase after Nikki without getting really wet. And if her 
brother came over, he might see that she had nothing on down there and 
God knows what would happen.

"You can have them back if you help me" said Nikki, moving closer to 
her.

"What?" said Lauren with a heavy trace of annoyance.

"I want to see your brothers cock when we get home, that's all" said 
Nikki as though she was asking her to pass the sugar.

"No way! How can I help you do that?" moaned Lauren, although she 
realised that even if she said no that Nikki could find ways and means 
without her.

"Just don't say anything to anyone. I really, really want to see him 
come. In fact, I'd like to see him come on you and me. Wouldn't you?" 
Nikki whispered as though she feared the pool might have been bugged.

Lauren and Nikki both looked towards the diving boards and noticed that 
Mike seemed to have finished and was swimming slowly in their 
direction.

"OK, OK, just give them to me" pleaded Lauren.

"Want me to help you put them on? asked Nikki hopefully.

"Yes, please". And so Nikki held her black bikini bottoms for her as 
she stepped in, first the right foot and then the left. Nikki pulled 
them up around her waist, managing to run her finger along her little 
slit in the process.

"Wow, who's a hot little baby then?" remarked Nikki, feeling the 
slipperiness on her fingers as Mike stood in front of them. He threw 
the ball in Lauren's direction, who caught it and threw it back.

"Me, me!" shouted Nikki, jumping up and trying to intercept it.

"Come and get it then", smirked Mike, again throwing it to Lauren.

Nikki moved towards Mike but turned towards Lauren, waiting for the 
ball. After several throws, she showed her frustration by putting her 
hand around Mike's shoulders and trying to climb up onto him. Her 
breasts, deliberately of course, were just below eye-level, giving the 
best view possible. She also made sure that she wrapped her legs around 
his body to give him some idea of how uninhibited she felt. Lauren 
groaned inwardly at the flagrant exhibition, and was amused when Nikki 
slipped off and fell back into the water. Nikki however emerged from 
her fall delighted. Lauren guessed that on her way down she had rubbed 
against his body and feet his hard cock poking through his trunks. It 
had caught her eye almost ten minutes before Nikki had clambered up 
onto her brother.

"Why don't we go and do some diving, Mike?" asked Nikki wickedly.

"Er, not at the moment, I think" replied Mike, painfully aware that he 
could not leave the water for a few minutes at least.

And so they continued for almost an hour, playing catch, swimming, and 
watching the world go by. After another thirty minutes drying off in 
the heat of the afternoon, they left and took the bus home. Once there, 
Lauren made some cold drinks which started off as iced lemonade but 
ended up under Mike's guidance as Spritzer with more white wine than 
anything else. With their mother out and father stuck in Geneva 
formulating the next set of questions to put to the populace why 
shouldn't they enjoy a glass of wine this fine summer afternoon, they 
thought.

The girls headed, glasses in hand, for the bathroom to shower and 
change while Mike went into his own room to do whatever it is that boys 
do at these times.


Chapter 6 Saturday 11th July The girls locked the bathroom door behind 
them, and looked at each other conspiratorially. Lauren was aware that 
Nikki wanted to play with her brother's cock, and had no real 
objections, but she found it difficult to commit to being a part of the 
frolicking. Perhaps she would just watch. She assumed that Mike would 
have no objections to that. She reached behind and undid her top, 
letting it fall to the floor. It was still damp and had made her 
nipples firm without being erect. She touched her breasts and liked the 
squeaky clean feeling that the chlorinated water gave them. "Can you 
undo me" requested Nikki, facing the shower with her back to Lauren. 
Lauren undid the hooks at the back and let go. Nikki turned round, 
holding the material over her breasts until she could see Lauren 
watching. She pulled it away to reveal her nipples standing to 
attention, crowing her breasts. She rubbed them with her hands. "Oh, I 
think that was a bit too tight, my tits have gone to sleep!" whispered 
Nikki with a smile, aware that Mike could probably hear what they were 
saying. "Don't be dumb. They look fine to me. Do you want a shower - 
I'm going to wash my hair as well and get the chlorine out" said 
Lauren, opening the medicine cabinet and retrieving a bottle of 
shampoo. "Yeah, I think I'd better" said Nikki, pulling down her bikini 
bottoms and stepping out of them. She took a towel from the rail and 
placed it on the sink so that it would be within reach. Lauren removed 
her bikini bottom and pressed the shower control. She stepped into the 
warm stream and held out a hand to assist Nikki over the edge of the 
bath. They had to stand close to each other to ensure that the water 
washed them and much of the time therefore was spent holding onto each 
other as they tried to soap themselves down. Nikki asked Lauren to help 
her wash her hair, so while Nikki stood nearest the shower wetting her 
hair, Lauren leaned out of the bath and took the shampoo bottle. With a 
little in her hand, she massaged Nikki's scalp until it was covered in 
bubbles while Nikki looked at the ceiling in an attempt to keep the 
soap from her eyes. She rinsed her hair and again soaped it until she 
was happy that Nikki's hair was free from the smell of the pool. Nikki 
returned the complement, lathering Lauren's wavy hair into a white ball 
on her head and guiding her back towards the shower head to rinse off. 
While Lauren's eyes were tightly shut, she watched the stream of white 
soapy bubbles flowing from her hear and over her back and breasts. 
Nikki finally guided her backwards again to rinse her hair for the last 
time, pulling it to make sure that all the soap had been washed away. 
"There, that's our hair washed" said Lauren, putting the shampoo back 
on the sink unit. "Uh uh" said Nikki, shaking her head slowly. Lauren, 
for once, understood immediately and reached for the soap in the dish 
at her end of the bath. She palmed it and gently ran it up between 
Nikki's legs, applying a little pressure to the side of her leg to 
encourage her to part them more. Nikki reached round and turned off the 
shower. She held onto the shower's curtain rail and closed her eyes. 
Lauren extended her middle finger and ran it along the length of her 
slit. It felt wonderful to touch it at last, and she put her hand on 
Nikki's neck and pulled her closer. She brushed her lips against her 
friend's as gently as possible, delighted that there was no resistance 
at all. Slowly, Lauren introduced a finger into her vagina, but found 
the angle awkward. She settled for simply rubbing her fingers from 
Nikki's clitoris down along her now fully exposed inner lips and up to 
her anus. She gradually spent longer and longer probing her vagina, 
taking each lip between her fingers and feeling along the length of it, 
until Nikki turned around and leaned forward, offering her a perfect 
view. Lauren took the soap and pushed one corner between her swollen 
lips, pushing them apart and exposing the hint of the entrance to her 
vagina. She noticed that Nikki was helping, spreading her lips with her 
hand, giving her a perfect view of her clitoris underneath the thin 
covering of hair. Now Nikki had her legs as widely parted as the bath 
would allow, and Lauren dropped the soap. She put her index finger at 
the entrance to her vagina and pushed firmly, introducing about an inch 
into her little passageway. "Yes" was all Nikki said. Lauren gradually, 
slowly, probed deeper and deeper, completely uncaring that even a week 
ago she would have found the whole idea quite abhorrent. She moved to 
Nikki's left side so that she had one leg either side of Nikki's left 
leg, and could put her left hand around the very top of her left thigh, 
giving her some leverage and support. She extended one of the fingers 
to stroke her mat of hair and the top of the little hood over her 
clitoris. Now she increased the rate of stroking, synchronising it when 
she remembered with the stroking of her clitoris. She was suprised that 
she knew, or felt that she knew what to do. It all seemed so obvious. 
Just then, Nikki's legs began to close, trapping her left hand over her 
clitoris. Lauren could feel the muscles in her vagina tightening 
perceptibly, and guessed that she was about to come. She exchanged her 
index finger for her wider and longer middle finger, and roughly 
introduced the new tool, screwing it around as she pushed and pulled, 
faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Nikki came, grabbing Lauren's 
right hand and pulling it even deeper into her so that Lauren couldn't 
continue her stroking. She remained like that for some time, slowly 
relaxing first her grip on the hand in her pussy and then spreading her 
legs to allow Lauren to remove her hand. Nikki lay down, pulling Lauren 
with her. There was just about room for the little girls to lie in each 
others arms without discomfort, while they gathered their senses and 
held each other closely. Nikki sat up eventually and turned the taps on 
a little. She soaped her hands and, taking Lauren's fingers, cleaned 
them for her. She turned of the water and stepped out, clearly still 
very wobbly. Nikki helped Lauren out and draped a single large towel 
around them both. "That was beautiful, I can hardly walk. Let me dry 
you" said Nikki, patting the water off Lauren's breasts and stomach. 
She dried her all over and then turned to herself, noticing that the 
towel was too wet to have much effect. "Got any more towels? she asked. 
"Have a look in the cupboard in the spare room, that's where Mum puts 
them" replied Lauren, "Get two so I can dry my hair, can you, as 
there's only the big one and this little thing in here" she said, 
indicating another smaller towel on the rail. Nikki wrapped the bigger 
towel around her, unlocked the door and headed for the spare room. The 
cupboard was easy to find but the towels were on the top shelf. Nikki 
looked around for something to stand on and found an old three-legged 
stool. Balancing carefully, she stretched up and took the nearest 
towel. As she made a reach for the second, the stool moved from under 
her and she came crashing down to the floor, landing on her bottom. 
Suffering from no more than a loss of dignity, she was about to stand 
up when Mike appeared in the doorway. "Are you OK, it sounded pretty 
bad?" said Mike, offering Nikki his hand. The towel around Nikki had 
come unknotted and although she held it against her chest, when she 
stood Mike had an enticing view of her legs and bottom. In between the 
cheeks of her bottom, Mike saw her cute little bottom hole and a hint 
of her vagina. The very sight caused his stomach to turn somersaults as 
his imagination and extensively tested library of fantasies took over 
and instructed his cock to rise to the occasion. Nikki stood and was 
about to thank him when she noticed a very slight bulge in his swimming 
trunks. Determined to reap the rewards of the encounter, she feigned a 
possible sprained ankle by grimacing and holding out her hand for 
support. Ever the gentleman, Mike showed genuine concern on his face as 
he allowed her to put her arm around his shoulder and walk slowly round 
the room, still clutching the towel which have having less and less 
effect the further they walked. Mike suggested that she should sit on 
his bed so that he could massage her ankle, and they made their way 
slowly to his room across the passageway, leaving Lauren with her small 
towel and no knowledge of what was happening. Nikki wasted no time. Her 
ankle, receiving the expert attention of Mike, who had never of course 
treated a sprained ankle in his life, felt fine but of course she had 
to be sure, and she let him continue to kneel in front of her and play 
with her foot. Gradually, she allowed the towel to slip, either down 
from her breasts or off her lap to reveal more leg than Mike had ever 
seen, except in magazines of course. Occasionally, she would bend over, 
closer to Mike than necessary, to inspect the damage and make sure that 
the bulge in his trunks was still there. Finally, she raised her foot 
as though to test it and allowed it to brush heavily against Mike's 
erection. "Oh, my, what have I done?" asked Nikki innocently. "Don't 
worry, I think you're OK now" said Mike, embarrassed by his lack of 
control. "I would like to thank you" said Nikki, pulling Mike towards 
her, still keeping him kneeling in front of her. She edged forward on 
the bed and pulled him against her chest, letting go of the towel. She 
kissed him on the lips and ran her hand over his bottom, slowly moving 
round to the side of his trunks. Mike's eyes bulged in his head at this 
sudden change of events, and his cock jerked up even straighter against 
his stomach. Nikki pulled him tightly to her so that there could be no 
doubt that she could feel his cock against her chest. Mike looked down 
and saw her naked breasts and marveled at their shape and beauty. He 
was convinced that he was going to come in his trunks in no time at 
this rate, and pushed his body against hers. She pushed her thumbs into 
the side of his trunks and pulled them down to reveal his cock. The 
look in her eyes suggested that it was far bigger than she had 
imagined. Slowly, as she watched the expression on his face, her hand 
inched closer to his shaft. Triumphantly, she wrapped her right hand 
around it to get an idea of it's size and pulled down roughly. Mike 
made a squealing sound which Nikki took for pleasure, so she continued 
to move her hand up and down, gripping his cock as tightly as she 
could, just like she had seen in the film. Faster and faster her hand 
traveled up and down the length of his red cock until Mike took her 
hand and made her stop. "What's wrong? Are you OK?" she asked. "I'm 
fine, it just hurts a bit like that, you know" said Mike, keen to 
ensure that she continued but at a different pace. Taking her hand, he 
placed it lightly towards the top of his cock and moved it up and down 
slowly, showing her how he moved his thumb over the top in a circular 
fashion now and again. Nikki learned quickly. She took her time to look 
at his cock, noting the way the skin moved over the inner body of it, 
and how it seemed to be particularly sensitive around the top. She also 
looked at his balls, dismissing them quickly with an uninterested look 
on her face. Lauren meanwhile was stuck in the bathroom, waiting for 
her new towel. She had heard a crash a few minutes before but since 
then only footsteps and then nothing. She opened the door and looked 
down the passageway. Venturing further, she made her way to the spare 
room, but never got that far. The glimpse she caught of Nikki through 
the crack in her brother's door caused her to stop so quickly that she 
fell against the wall in astonishment. Nikki had Mike's enormous cock 
in her hand and a smile on her face. His bulging red weapon looked 
ridiculously big that Nikki could hardly get her hand around it. Lauren 
stood at the doorway, covered by the small towel, and watched 
fascinated as Nikki continued her rhythmic stroking. Nikki didn't 
really seem too be sure of what she was meant to do. Mike seemed to 
enjoy having his cock stroked but they didn't seem to be getting 
anywhere. Her hand appeared to be tiring and the way Mike moved now and 
again suggested that his knees probably hurt from kneeling for so long. 
"Lauren!" shouted Mike looking towards the door to his bedroom. He 
tried to grab the sheets on his bed to cover his rampant cock, but only 
served to amuse both Lauren and Nikki. "I didn't mean to interrupt, 
don't worry about me, I'm just looking for a towel" said Lauren, her 
eyes riveted on her brother. "Lori, come and help me, please" said 
Nikki, pleading in all honesty for some assistance. "Er, hang on, this 
doesn't seem right", said Mike as Lauren stared to enter the room. 
Nikki took Mike by the hand and pulled him onto his bed so that he 
could lay down, his stiff cock still rigid and straight to attention. 
In so

doing, Nikki lost the last of her towel and therefore lay down beside 
him naked. Lauren joined them, sitting down on the floor at the head of 
the bed beside Mike, and helped Nikki to pull off Mike's T-Shirt. The 
girls noticed several small hairs around his nipples and down the 
center of his chest. Mike's left hand moved over Nikki's chest 
exploring her firms breasts and tweaking her nipples with unnecessary 
force until Nikki asked him to be a little more gentle. Lauren's gaze 
was still fixed on the first live cock that she had ever seen as it 
bounced against her brother's stomach. Nikki took hold of his cock 
again, raising her right leg to allow him to move his hand from her 
breasts down between her legs. The feel of a boy's cock in her hand and 
a boy's finger over her slit had obviously persuaded her that it was 
time to let him try and enter her. But Lauren knew she would be 
concerned that he might come inside her as she was approaching the 
middle of her period. Mike needed little encouragement, and as Nikki 
shifted herself into the middle of the bed, he took up position in 
between her legs. Trying to look like a natural-born stud, he plunged 
painfully into Nikki's bottom, followed by another stoke that hit her 
leg. "Lauren, please, can you help him in?" asked Nikki, this time in 
desperate need of assistance. Lauren moved down to the middle of the 
bed, exchanging frantic glances with Nikki as she questioned the 
request. "Nik, it's not right!" she protested feebly. "Look, just guide 
it in, that's all. Please?" Reluctantly, she slowly reached out and 
took hold of her brother's cock with her right hand. She marveled at 
it's strength and thickness, and noticed that it was quite difficult to 
aim it into Nikki's vagina. She therefore used her left hand to spread 
Nikki's pussy lips, reducing the risk of Nikki's first male penetration 
being in her anus. The towel fell away from her body, revealing her 
small breasts to Mike who had, in Lauren's opinion, a stupid grin on 
his face as he slowly pushed forward under Lauren's guidance and let 
his purple knob rest just inside the entrance to her hot sex. Mike 
stroked gently for almost a minute, entering further each time until he 
had all his cock buried inside her. Lauren let go and rested her hands 
on Nikki's legs while she watched her brother pumping in and out of the 
girl that she had just brought to orgasm herself in the bathroom. "I 
think I'm going to come" he said looking down at Nikki. "Get out then 
and we'll do the rest" instructed Nikki and she shuffled up the bed, 
thereby releasing his cock from her grip. "Come on, give me your hand, 
sit here" she said to Lauren as she again gripped his cock. Lauren sat 
on the bed with her legs curled up underneath her bottom. Nikki sat 
cross legged as Mike knelt on the bed, making his cock about mouth 
level with the girls. They each held part of his cock and moved slowly 
up and down as he had shown Nikki, their hands gliding smoothly over 
his tool due to the lubrication from Nikki's vagina. Mike looked at his 
sister for some time before staring between Nikki's legs and the dark 
triangle of hair that covered her enlarged slit. "Look, watch me" said 
Mike interrupting. Nikki's efforts had been with the best intentions, 
but they were both painful and frustrating. He also hoped that a brief 
pause for their education would calm him down and make him last a 
little longer. He took their hands off his cock and held himself with 
four fingers towards the top of his manhood. Rubbing up and down 
slowly, he showed the girls that gentle movements focused around the 
purple head were the most effective (for him, he added) and he let 
first Nikki and then Lauren try for themselves, correcting them until 
it felt right. While Nikki practiced, he sneaked a look at his sister's 
legs, and the hairless area that existed between them. His cock jerked 
and swelled involuntarily, releasing a little blob of white cum as 
Nikki let go and Lauren took her turn. Mike then held the tip of his 
cock with his thumb and index finger, and moved the foreskin backwards 
and forwards, no more then half an inch. The little girls watched 
fascinated as clearly his cock stiffened again, turned a deeper shade 
of red and the dark veins bulged along the length of his weapon. He let 
go, and Lauren was the first to resume, taking hold gently of his cock 
and slowly running her finger around the head. Nikki took her cue, 
holding him further down, and began gently stroking. Lauren could smell 
Nikki on her hands and took a moment to record the smell in her mind 
for her own fantasies. And then it dawned on her that this was indeed 
one of her most played out fantasies, that of Nikki and Mike together. 
Lauren uncurled her legs and sat cross- legged like Nikki. Although she 
was looking at his cock, she knew that Mike had seen her shaven slit. 
He placed a hand on each of their shoulders, steadying himself as they 
slowly increased in speed and Lauren's pussy lips parted to reveal her 
inner folds and budding clitoris. "Is that good?" Nikki asked Mike. 
"Mmm" he replied, taking Lauren's left hand and placing it under his 
balls. Lauren was surprised but didn't make a move to take it away. In 
fact, she explored a little, finding out that his balls were quite 
squishy and could be moved around easily. She took her right hand away 
from the tip of his cock, allowing Nikki more room to stroke him. 
Mike's breathing became heavier and Nikki noticed tremors running 
through his stomach and legs. His cock looked as though it was getting 
thicker and longer, and certainly the head seemed to be bulging. Mike 
grabbed hold of his buttocks as his hips started to buck gently back 
and forth. His breathing became shorter and shorter. Nikki responded by 
increasing her stroking and holding the back of his thigh. Lauren 
gently squeezed his balls causing him to buck hard and grunt loudly as 
he came in a crashing orgasm. Lauren saw something fly over her head, 
and then felt something land in her hair. She then saw, as Nikki 
continued to pump up and down, more and more cum spurt over her breasts 
and into Nikki's face. Nikki didn't stop, but just kept pumping as the 
liquid continued to rain down on the little girls. Eventually, Mike 
took away Nikki's hand and moaned. He slumped back onto the bed, facing 
away from the girls. Lauren and Nikki looked at each other wide-eyed 
and giggled quietly to themselves. Both girls had cum in their hair, 
and traces were running over their breasts. Nikki wiped her finger over 
Lauren's left breast and put it to her mouth, shrugging her shoulders 
as she tasted his seed. She scooped a little more and put her finger to 
Lauren's lips. A tiny tongue flicked out and back in again. Lauren 
nodded, picked up her towel and made for the bathroom. Nikki took her 
large towel, covered herself and knelt down to kiss Mike on the cheek. 
She joined Lauren in the bathroom where they washed quickly and 
returned to Lauren's bedroom to dress. "Well, did you like the taste? 
Alysia said it was always salty" said Nikki. "How does she know? It 
didn't taste too bad. How did his cock feel inside you, it looked 
massive!" said Lauren with a pained expression on her face. "It hurt a 
little, but I was just worried about getting pregnant. I'm glad he 
didn't come inside me. Anyway, it was fun to see it shooting out." 
offered Nikki. "How did you know what to do to make him come? Have you 
done it before for someone?" asked Lauren, dying to know the secrets. 
"Don't be dumb, I saw the film like I told you from my Dad's hotel. 
They do it all the time on there" said Nikki, remembering some of the 
scenes. "I'd like to see it. Can I? What about tomorrow, my folks are 
out at Grandma's!" bubbled Lauren, eyes wide in anticipation. "I don't 
know. We ought to invite your brother as well, so that it's more fun. I 
bet he'd like to see it!" suggested Nikki. And so Nikki mentioned, 
casually of course, that she happened to have a film that Mike might be 
interested in and would he like to join them tomorrow morning after his 
parents have left for Grandma's house because they were going to watch 
it. Not surprisingly, Mike accepted immediately, and even as he said 
the words, his cock sprang into life again in anticipation.


Chapter 7

Sunday 12th July

Lauren managed to make it out of bed at about 9 o'clock, probably a 
record for her on a Sunday. However, there was so much banging and 
clattering going on that any further sleep was impossible. Her father 
had returned last night from Geneva and was now behind schedule in 
loading the car for the trip to Grandma's house. Her parents had 
promised to go every weekend to decorate the place and get it finished 
for the winter. Once they had finished the spare bedroom, they intended 
to stay there on Saturday nights to look after Grandma and continue 
their decorating. However, until the room was ready, they had to make 
daily trips which was a nuisance, and as her father's workload had 
increased, so the regular trips had become fewer and fewer.

Lauren made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. She felt 
embarrassed about what had happened the previous afternoon with Nikki 
and Mike, and cross with herself that her morals had lasted such a 
short time. It was in this bathroom that she had determined that she 
would not touch Mike's cock, and then, half an hour later, she was in 
his bedroom, naked, holding his balls as he came on her face and tits.

She showered, remembering that Nikki was due round some time with her 
film. Taking the soap, she pushed a soapy finger into her anus, pulled 
it out and rinsed it under the jet from the showerhead. She repeated it 
a couple more times, making sure that she had cleaned her vagina as 
well in preparation for what was sure to be a naked morning. She had 
seen Mike's gaze lock on to her hairless pussy and was sure that he 
would want another exhibition. Shit, she thought, more morals out the 
window. However, she again rationalised her feelings by convincing 
herself that she was only experimenting like everyone else.

Lauren had breakfast with her Mum and Dad, Mike joining them later. 
They avoided eye contact to start with, until Mike grinned like a 
Cheshire cat and Lauren could only smile back. No harm done, it 
appeared, and so they both looked forward to the arrival of Nikki, who 
would no doubt be a fashionable fifteen minutes late.

Her father was not really looking forward to the sixty mile drive, 
especially as it involved going over the mountains through the tourist 
belt which was always slow. He came and went, carrying tools and 
decorating stuff until he stopped for another coffee, leaving his 
paintbrushes by the kitchen sink.

"Don't forget this suitcase, it's got our painting clothes in it" 
shouted her mother. Dutifully, her father picked up the case and loaded 
it into the car, just as Nikki arrived clutching a shopping bag.

"Off shopping, are we?" her father asked Nikki.

"I've got to return this video, it doesn't play properly" stated Nikki 
coolly.

"Well, we're going down through the town, do you need a lift?" he 
asked.

"No, we'll leave later I expect, but thanks" responded Nikki.

Lauren's parents set off an hour later than they had planned at about 
eleven o'clock. Mike peered out of the front window to ensure the car 
disappeared down the hill. Nikki carried the tape and coffee into the 
lounge, slopping a brown trail as she walked so that she needed to wipe 
up afterwards before she ceremoniously handed the tape to Mike.

The lounge was the largest room in the house, and could have 
accommodated two sofas if required. Opposite the lounge door was the TV 
and video, pointing to the center of the room. On the far wall was the 
single, large sofa, pulled away from wall a couple of feet to allow the 
radiators to function properly. There was an armchair on either side of 
the sofa, and a coffee table right in the middle of the room.

"Probably a good idea not to get this jammed in your Dad's machine, 
eh?" said Nikki smirking.

Mike loaded the tape and drew the curtains together, leaving only a 
slight gap in the middle. He sat down on the sofa, while Nikki sat on 
the floor in front of him. Lauren was still in the kitchen as the 
credits and titles started to roll against a background of a very young 
girl walking on a deserted beach.

"She doesn't look very old. What's this film called? asked Mike not 
really caring but hoping that some conversation would help his 
embarrassment.

"School Daze. It's about some school that helps people get their memory 
back" said Nikki, turning to her right to look at Mike.

"Oh, right" said Mike, none the wiser. "Where's Lauren?"

Nikki got up and went into the kitchen, returning after a while with 
Lauren. The young girl in the film was still walking along the beach 
and the credits were still rolling. The picture then faded into the 
scene of a car, traveling at speed, and then there was a scene of a 
badly reconstructed accident, involving the young girl. Then darkness. 
As the picture came back, there was a shot of her lying in bed with a 
doctor saying not to worry, her memory will come back. Following some 
obvious pictures of her generally mending, she was joined in her 
bedroom by a young girl and boy of about the same age, sixteen or 
seventeen. They sat either side of her as she lay in bed. The boy 
gently kissed her on the lips, pulling the covers down to reveal her 
silk nightie. The girl then leaned over and placed her hand over the 
injured girls large breast (who's name it appears was Jane). She told 
Jane to relax and they would start the therapy.

The boy jumped out of his jeans, and pulled his T-Shirt over his head 
so that he stood next to Jane in just his underpants. The camera panned 
round to the girl, who proceeded to unbutton her blouse to reveal her 
ample breasts straining against her bra. She also pushed her jeans down 
over her legs and stood in her underwear, showing off her hour-glass 
figure. The both pulled Jane's sheets down, the nightie hardly covering 
her thighs. The camera crudely showed Jane's legs full screen from feet 
to her knickers. The boy took his partners hand and placed her kneeling 
on the bed at Jane's head, facing her feet.

Mike looked around, feeling his cock searching inside his trousers for 
somewhere to expand but to no avail. Nikki caught his discomfort.

"Hey, do you want me to take your jeans off?" she asked.

"Yeah, that would be good" said Mike with a grin.

Nikki sat next to Mike and undid his zip and the top button on his 
jeans, allowing his cock to burst upwards. Mike raised his bottom and 
let Nikki pull his trousers down to his ankles. Lauren was watching 
from her armchair, her legs pulled up to her chest giving the 
television a great view of her kickers underneath her skirt.

The film continued as the two therapists removed Jane's nightie and ran 
their tongues along her legs towards her vagina, the girl leaning over 
Jane. Jane's legs parted willingly to allow them to lick either side of 
her vagina. They both took hold of her knickers and tugged them down 
over her ankles. The girl returned quickly to licking the top of her 
thighs, darting her tongue momentarily over the entrance to her vagina, 
causing Jane to moan loudly as her clitoris popped into view. She had 
exceptionally long, shapely legs that accounted for at least some of 
Mike's throbbing erection. Jane's breasts were full, classically shaped 
orbs that rested perfectly as she lay down. The dark nipples were 
alive, responding to Jane's touch as she ran her hands from her breasts 
down over her stomach and around the top of her pubic hair. The camera 
obligingly showed her vagina in close-up, the tanned skin now folded 
away to reveal the pinkness of her insides. The lack of tan lines over 
her body enhanced the wonderful contrast in tones, giving Jane a look 
of luxury and well-being.

The boy took off his underpants, and obligingly pulled his partner's 
knickers to her knees, exposing a very wet clitoris and inner sanctum. 
Taking his position between Jane's legs, he plunged into her while the 
girl pulled Jane's ankles towards her as she rubbed her vagina over 
Jane's face. Mike couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the display. 
How could they allow this on video, he thought? And they looked so 
young. What if they got caught doing it?

Lauren still had her legs up against her chest, but her right hand had 
found its way around her bottom and was stroking her vagina very 
lightly in time with the action on the screen. Nikki had her left hand 
inside the gusset of Mike's underpants, massaging his balls and 
occasionally touching his stiff cock. Enthralled, they watched the 
threesome as the boy suddenly withdrew and shot his cum over Jane's 
breasts. Before he had finished coming, he entered Jane again and 
continued pumping away until it appeared that Jane had an orgasm. Not 
content with that, though, they then swapped positions so that the 
young girl was between Jane's legs, and she began to lick Jane's pussy 
lips. The camera zoomed in close to record every detail and Lauren and 
Nikki watched in rapt attention as the girl's tongue probed further and 
further inside her vagina. Jane's legs were high above her head, and 
held in place by the young boy. He brought them down to rest them on 
her lovely chest so that she was doubled up, and still the girl 
continued to lick her pussy.

Lauren let her legs stretch out as her hand moved in between her legs. 
Nikki had the same idea and put Mike's hand over her sopping wet 
knickers. He tugged at them, and Nikki assisted him in pulling them 
down her legs. She took his T-Shirt and pulled it off over his head, 
and finally removed his underpants, leaving only his socks.

"Lori!" whispered Nikki, beckoning her over to the sofa. Lauren crawled 
over to the sofa and sat at Nikki's feet. Nikki pulled her up and took 
hold of her T-Shirt, easing it over her head. Lauren wasn't wearing a 
bra and Nikki's hands glided gently over her back and down to her 
skirt. Nikki found the little zip and removed the skirt, letting it 
fall to Lauren's knees as she knelt in front of her. Lauren returned 
the favor, pulling Nikki's T-Shirt over her head and running her hands 
over her breasts. The real prize, though, was waiting for her below, 
and she was determined, if Nikki was going to have Mike, that she was 
going to have a taste of Nikki. And so, parting Nikki's legs, she ran 
her tongue over her stomach and along her inner thighs, just as they 
had done in the film. Nikki knew what she was going to do and was 
delighted, as her attention returned to the screen.

Lauren licked very slowly along Nikki's thighs as she held Nikki's legs 
up and apart with her hands. Nikki slid a little down the sofa, 
exposing both her pussy and her anus. Mike was watching both 
performances, amazed at his sister and her sudden lack of inhibition. 
In between the screen and the show on the sofa, Mike happened to glance 
out of the window.

"Shit!, Shit! Move it, Dad's back!" shouted Mike, grabbing some of his 
clothes. "We'll have to hide down here, he'll see us going up!"

"Where?" shouted Nikki, switching off the TV and grabbing clothes 
wherever she found them. She had a look of absolute panic about her.

"Quick, behind the sofa!" whispered Lauren, pushing Nikki to the back 
of the room. The children piled down behind the sofa, not caring how 
they landed as long as they were out of sight and quiet. They had just 
crammed themselves in when they heard their father's key in the front 
door.

"It's me! Hello?"

They heard his footsteps going into the kitchen and a number of 
cupboard doors banging. Lauren was petrified, and felt her sphincter 
tighten uncontrollably. God knows what would happen if they were 
caught. She heard distant banging and clattering from the kitchen, and 
simply waited for the second shout of `Hello', or the sound of 
footsteps coming into the kitchen or dining room that would signal 
disaster. Her heart thrashed wildly as she tried to get comfortable, 
caught between Mike and the sofa and almost lying on top of Nikki. She 
closed her eyes, letting all her mind concentrate on the noises from 
downstairs, analysing whether they meant good or bad news.

When it became clear that her father was not going to search for them, 
Lauren again took stock of where they had all landed. The space between 
the sofa and the wall was such that only two people could really 
squeeze in there, and the sofa was only pulled away from the wall to 
let the radiators function during the winter. However, it had become a 
useful place to store junk out of sight. She and Mike were head to 
head, while Nikki was the other way round. She could see a similar 
concern written all over Mike's face, and smiled weakly at him. Mike 
silently brought his hand up and placed it on her neck, reassuring her. 
Almost immediately, Lauren felt something prodding between them, and 
realised that his erection was regaining it's strength. Mike ran his 
hand across her cheek, pulling her lips gently towards his own. His 
kissed her upper lip very romantically as he stroked her face, his hard 
cock now searching out her hairless pussy.

Nikki was squashed between the sofa and Lauren's bottom. She could see 
between Lauren's legs since her face was only a couple of inches from 
her vagina, and so she was also amused to see Mike's cock regaining 
it's potency and head for Lauren. As the noises from the kitchen 
continued, she moved her right hand in between Lauren's legs. Mike's 
cock then, for reasons unbeknown to Nikki, grew fully erect, pushing 
into Lauren's leg. Nikki took his weapon and re- directed it towards 
his sister's vagina. Both Lauren and Mike twitched, not sure who was 
doing what to whom. Lauren gently let out a long breath as she moved 
her head slightly to return her brother's kiss. Nikki knew that Lauren 
was becoming aroused again by the way she ground her hips against the 
floor, positioning herself very slightly to accept the rigid pole 
heading for her vagina. Lauren sighed quietly as they heard the front 
door slam shut.

They all waited for the sound of the car engine starting, then Mike 
extracted himself from the pile of bodies and tiptoed across to the 
window, confirming that the car was again heading down the hill, and 
that there were two occupants. His cock stood proudly out in front of 
him as he looked inquiringly at his sister, still squatting behind the 
sofa.

"Shit, the video was running all the time!" blurted Lauren, looking at 
the VCR under the TV.

"Let's see a bit more, then I think Mike needs to go to the Chemist and 
get some protection." instructed Nikki, taking her seat again on the 
sofa. Lauren sat the other side, with Mike in between.

Whispering in her ear, Mike said somewhat embarrassed "Why don't you 
have any hair down there?"

"Nikki had to take it off. Someone from school played a trick with 
chewing gum" replied Lauren also in a whisper.

"Oh" was all Mike could say, although it was clear within a few seconds 
that his cock fully understood what must have happened.

When the TV came back on, it was clear that poor Jane still hadn't been 
able to remember anything before her accident. She still had very few 
clothes on, looked beautiful, but managed also to present a perfect 
portrayal of the dumb bimbo. Either she hadn't ever done anything with 
her life before the accident, or the medical staff would just have to 
try even harder. And of course, they chose the latter, deciding that 
some good fresh air might help her.

The next scene found her lying on a sunbed out buy a private swimming 
pool. So private that the only people around were her and two doctors 
wearing white coats and sporting stethoscopes to add to the atmosphere. 
One of the doctors took a bottle of suntan oil and asked her to lie on 
her stomach while he proceeded to rub it over her back, loosening her 
bra strap in the process. The second doctor joined in, but from the 
other end. Within a few seconds, they had her panties off and were 
administering the oil between her parted legs. Jane clearly found it 
exciting as evidenced by the pink lips of her vagina parting to reveal 
the beginnings of a dark tunnel. Lauren also thought that it looked as 
though she could see inside her anus, but presumed that was a trick of 
the light.

"Why don't we stop it here?" asked Nikki, ever practical and not averse 
to being a party pooper.

"OK, shall I make some lunch then, I think there's stuff in the 
fridge." said Lauren

"Good idea, while Mike goes down-town" encouraged Nikki.

And so, and to the surprise of the other two, Lauren stood up, pulled 
on her T-Shirt, and walked into the kitchen, not caring who noticed her 
bare legs, and unconcerned that her knickers were on the lounge floor. 
Nikki dressed similarly, while Mike prepared for his quick trip to the 
Chemist.

"Back in about thirty minutes you two" he shouted, slamming the door. 
Although he had an air of bravado about him, inside he was rehearsing 
the lines to be delivered at the chemist.

"What would you do if your Dad found you naked?" asked Nikki.

"I know what he'd do. He'd kill me."


Chapter 8

Sunday 12th July

Mike was very proud of himself, having purchased ten condoms without 
having to ask for twenty-seven other things beforehand, without 
dropping his money at the till, and without blushing too profusely. 
Indeed, a triumph and milestone in his life. He bounced along, 
whistling and looking at the mountains either side of the valley, and 
considered himself very fortunate to be home with two pretty girls who 
were so keen to learn. Which brought him to his senses. He was 
intrigued how they seemed to be so knowledgeable and uninhibited. He 
had always shied away from girls in case they found him lacking or 
wanted him to do something he couldn't, but this was so easy. And 
Lauren, she had changed in the past six months from being a little 
brat, in his opinion, to a sexy little girl who seemed to have a very 
intimate relationship with Nikki. In fact, it was clear to Mike that 
those two conspired together every hour of the day with respect to boys 
and sex and their quest for knowledge.

He walked up to the back door and entered the kitchen. Lauren was 
sitting on her favorite stool facing the back door, with her arms 
around Nikki, who also faced him and had managed to find a little bit 
of the stool to sit on as well. They were simply cuddling and talking 
quietly, although Lauren's arms around Nikki's waist caused her T- 
Shirt to ride up, revealing her dark pubic hair between her shapely 
legs and a hint of the top of her little pussy. He would have loved to 
run his hand between Nikki's legs to discover whether they had been 
talking about boys. Perhaps, he thought wickedly, they had been talking 
about girls.

"Well, did you get them?" asked Nikki, pulling away from Lauren. As she 
did, Mike caught another glimpse of his sister's shaved pussy just 
before she closed her legs. His glance was not missed by Lauren who 
might just have allowed him a longer look if they had been on their 
own.

"Easy, look" he said, holding up his trophy.

"Hey! Did they ask you any difficult questions?" joked Lauren.

"No, not even what flavour! The girl behind the counter sounded like 
she sells them all day" quipped Mike.

"You can't get them in flavours stupid, you don't eat them!" said 
Lauren

"Er, I think you can, Sis. I'll explain later!"

"OK! Lunch time. Oh, there's a new house rule, by the way" giggled 
Nikki, looking at Lauren.

"Yeah, T-shirts only. Go and change!" added Lauren, grinning at Mike. 
The girls laughed loudly as Mike went upstairs to `change' for lunch.

Five minutes later, he reappeared and took his place at the kitchen 
table. His semi-hard cock bobbed under his shirt, and each time the tip 
rubbed against the material, it bobbed again, refusing to lie down or 
become fully erect. Lauren had poured some wine to go with their meal, 
and they toasted each other to a happy summer, even though Lauren and 
Nikki still had school that next week.

They ate quickly and Lauren made some tea. Once finished, Lauren took 
her position at the sink to do the washing up, while Nikki and Mike 
waited to dry the dishes. Nikki made a number of deliberate attempts to 
bump into Mike, just to make sure that things were still active under 
his T-Shirt, once making a direct grab for his cock and holding it 
briefly. In response, while Lauren's back was turned, he ran his 
fingers between the cheeks of her bottom as far as his hand would go, 
causing her to rise on tip toes and draw in a sharp breath. A little 
surge of excitement ran through them both as he removed his hand and 
took another plate.

As they returned to the lounge, the effect of the wine and food was 
apparent, as Mike slumped onto the sofa while Lauren and Nikki each 
took an armchair.

"Shall we start the film off?" said Nikki eagerly.

"Go on then" encouraged Mike. "Rewind that bit to the beginning where 
she gets the sun tan stuff".

"Hold on, shouldn't you get you things ready? Let me have a look at 
them. How do they work?" asked Lauren.

"God, honestly, sometimes you're so innocent, you know" said Nikki, 
even though she too had never seen a condom, let alone put one on a 
boy's cock But at least she knew what they were for, one up on her 
little friend. Mike took the packet and pulled out a condom, then 
another two and distributed them to the girls who now sat at his feet 
in front of the sofa.

"Yeah, so now what?" asked Lauren. "What does it say on the packet?"

"Er, Extra Safe, and Electronically Tested, and Anatom, hang on .... 
er, Anatomically Shaped Condoms" offered Mike, reading the words on the 
pack of twelve. "Oh, here you are, holding the teat, roll a new condom 
completely over the erect penis before contact. Carefully remove after 
ejaculation, taking care to avoid any spillage. Use once only."

"Sounds easy. Turn the film on then!" Nikki said, twisting around so 
she could see the TV. Lauren sat up on the sofa, debating whether she 
would watch the film (probably) or curl up and fall asleep (probably as 
well). She stretched out with her head on the arm of the sofa at the 
other end from her brother, and allowed her feet to wander across his 
legs.

Jane was back on the screen, having her back massaged and oiled again. 
Lauren shifted slightly to get more comfortable, accidentally brushing 
her foot against her brother's rigid cock. She thought that would be an 
interesting game to play, and so as she lay there, she ran her toes 
idly up and down his cock providing just enough stimulation to keep it 
stiff without any fear of him coming.

As Jane lost her bikini bottom, Lauren again noted the larger than 
normal hole she had for her anus, and attributed this to the way she 
was built. The doctor at her feet opened his white coat to reveal a 
massive cock pointing in the direction of Jane. The second doctor had 
also undone his coat, and with his hand behind Jane's head, pushed his 
cock into her mouth. The camera zoomed in to show her lips around the 
monster cock, and how she used her tongue around the swollen member. 
Meanwhile the other doctor wanted to take her from behind, and had 
spread her legs, lubricating her pussy lips with large amounts of sun 
tan oil.

Nikki took a deep breath. Her fingers were sticky from playing with 
herself, and she licked them, tasting her youthful scent. She dearly 
wanted Mike's cock inside her and thought about how she would like to 
do it. The sofa was the best bet, and she wanted to watch the film and 
let Lauren see what was happening at the same time. She decided that if 
she got him to do her from behind that might work, and so with Plan A 
conceived and mentally agreed, she turned to look at Mike who was 
fixated by the scene on the TV. Kissing his knees, she slowly parted 
his legs, noting that Lauren's foot was moving up and down his cock.

Jane, still on her stomach on the sun bed, had moved so that her head 
was hanging over the end, and below her sat one of the naked doctors, 
presenting her his cock for sucking. The second doctor, naked as well, 
had parted her straight legs to a seemingly impossible degree, and the 
scene cut to a close-up of his frightening weapon at the entrance to 
Jane's sopping wet pussy. Placing his hand in the small of her back, he 
expertly aimed his cock and teasingly pushed slowly so that only an 
inch disappeared inside. Mike nudged Nikki, pointing to the screen. 
Lauren was already glued to the set.

Pulling his cock back out, he took it in his hand and gave it a couple 
of strokes, and then replaced it, pushing deeper and deeper until 
finally, to the children's amazement, it was in to the hilt and their 
pubic hair met. Jane continued to suck on the cock in front of her, 
holding his balls with her right hand. The movement of her head was 
assisted, it seemed, from the pounding she was receiving from the rear. 
As the moans grew louder and the pounding more intense, the climax 
approached as the camera moved to the side of the doctor in her pussy. 
The doctor was frantically stoking into her like a dog, holding her 
waist to give himself maximum leverage. And suddenly, he withdrew and 
shot cum over her back, then way over her head, and finally over the 
cheeks of her bottom. Again, after a few seconds, he replaced his cock 
in her red pussy, rubbing the cum from her bottom into her anus. The 
camera cut quickly to her face, just as the second doctor exploded in 
her mouth, and cum dribbled from between her lips down his shaft and 
over his balls. The doctor held her head tightly as he came, roughly 
pulling her head back when he felt satisfied. The other man then slowly 
withdrew, entered her slowly and withdrew again.

"Freeze it there, please" implored Nikki, as the head of the man's cock 
disappeared into Jane's pussy, which had a tell-tale dribble of cum 
running from her hole and down her leg. "Jesus, I haven't seen this bit 
before".

Mike stopped the video, running his hand over Lauren's legs as a way of 
saying thank you for playing with his cock which by now was absolutely 
rigid and hurt him a little. He pulled Lauren towards him causing her 
to bend her legs, the right one flat on the sofa while the other knee 
pointed to the ceiling, giving Nikki a view of her wet pussy. Nikki 
resumed her knee kissing, moving slowly up his legs and arriving at his 
balls. Her tongue found the base of his cock, and Lauren's toes. Taking 
her foot, she moved it to the top of Mike's cock and started sucking 
both. After several minutes, during which Lauren squirmed on the sofa 
while playing with her pussy, Nikki took a condom and tore the corner 
off the foil packet. She had no idea which way up they were meant to 
be, but Mike found the little bulb at the end and held it for her. She 
took it between her thumb and forefinger while Lauren watched. 
Unrolling it over Mike's cock, she made sure that it went down as far 
as possible, while Lauren sat up and slid onto the floor, allowing 
Nikki to use the whole of the sofa. Imitating the film, she presented 
her bottom to Mike while on all fours. His rigid cock hardly moved as 
he took his position behind her, somewhat unsteadily at first until he 
managed to place his right foot along her side and in front of her 
hips.

Nikki looked at Lauren, imploringly again, and Lauren shuffled up to 
them, taking her brother's cock. She pulled Nikki's pussy lips slightly 
apart with her left hand and again guided him so that the little teat 
was touching her inner folds. Mike pushed and entered her, causing 
Nikki to squeal when she realised that his cock felt bigger than it had 
the day before. She reached out for Lauren, pulling her around so that 
she could see her, desperate to kiss her beautiful friend on the 
occasion of the loss of her virginity. Lauren responded warmly, 
although with her brother's stroking it was difficult to kiss her how 
she needed to without bumping slightly painfully. So Lauren sized up 
the situation and contorted herself underneath Nikki so that her feet 
went out between her brother's.

Nikki lowered herself using her arms to support her weight until she 
felt her breasts touch Lauren's. The movement also caused her bottom to 
be presented more favorably to Mike, who increased his rate of stroking 
as he watched the two embrace. Lauren had her arms around Nikki's neck, 
and the two girls were locked in the most passionate of embraces. Nikki 
was shivering uncontrollably from the effect of both brother and sister 
on her body, and as she kissed Lauren's neck Mike took her over the 
edge into an intense orgasm, not quite as powerful as she had had 
before, but certainly one for the record books. She held Lauren 
tightly, sinking slowly between her and the back of the sofa, her eyes 
closed with Mike's cock now only half inside her but on full view as 
her left knee bent to expose Mike's condom-covered cock gripped by the 
little girl's vaginal muscles.. Lauren cupped her left breast, toying 
with the nipple and comforting her as though she had just been hurt.

"Oh, yes" said Nikki dreamily. Lauren saw that her brother had now 
withdrawn his semi-stiff prick from her friend's pussy, and that it 
appeared he had not come. She pulled the condom back down over his 
cock, noting that it glistened in the light from the window and looked 
like meat does in shrink-wrap in supermarkets. His foreskin was pulled 
right back, and so she pushed it with her fingers back over the top and 
down again, slowly and gently, pleased that his cock was regaining some 
of it's strength.

Lauren looked over at Nikki, who appeared to be in another world.

"Come on me?" Lauren asked. "Not in me!" she added, sitting up again on 
the sofa, and moving Mike so that he knelt in front of her on the 
floor.

She took his cock and slowly moved the foreskin up and down so gently 
and carefully that Mike took a last peek at Nikki's exposed vagina and 
then closed his eyes, holding Lauren's knees for support. As she 
gathered speed, her hand moved to wrap around the top of his cock, each 
stroke making the condom crumple. It stared to get in the way, so 
Lauren took the curled up bit at the base of his cock and pulled it 
off. Running her hand from his balls up the top caused (to Lauren's 
delight) a tiny spot of cum to appear on the head of his cock. She 
rubbed it with her finger, using it to lubricate the crown.

Lauren dearly needed him to come, to prove to herself that she could do 
it to a boy, and so she brought her feet up onto the edge of the sofa, 
exposing her shaven pussy.

"Hey, perhaps this will help" she whispered.

Mike opened his eyes to discover the beautiful sight of his sister's 
sex.

"Oh, Jeeze Lori" he mumbled. His cock pulsed from deep down as she 
allowed her left hand to stray under his balls while still moving 
rhythmically up and down his shaft. As he stared at her little clit, he 
jerked frantically forward, shooting cum between her breasts, then 
directly at her pussy. Somewhat unromantically, Lauren wondered if the 
stains would come off the sofa, and there was so much of it. She began 
to scoop it up even before he finished coming, wiping it on her thighs, 
and then for a laugh, over her breasts. The scene caused her brother to 
produce yet another streak of cum, hitting her stomach and dribbling 
immediately downwards. Lauren stopped as Mike sank to the floor and lay 
on his back, panting for breath. His cock now hung semi-erect to one 
side. Lauren realised that she was the odd one out, but didn't really 
mind. It was going to be an exciting summer with so much to learn and 
she felt sure that this was the first of many such occasions.

Turning to Nikki, she saw that she was still apparently asleep, her 
breathing regular. She really loved her breasts and their shape as they 
gave way to the flatness of her stomach down towards her pubic hair. It 
was then that she noted the slightest trace of blood between her legs. 
Lauren went to the bathroom and fetched a flannel, squeezed out the 
warm water and gently wiped away all traces of her loss without waking 
her.


Chapter 9

Saturday 18th July

A week had passed since their frolicking in front of the TV, and Lauren 
and Nikki were now free from school for the duration of the summer 
holidays - about eight weeks. The weather promised to live up to all 
expectations in that cloudless skies were expected for at least the 
whole of the next week, and Lauren had no commitments to go anywhere or 
do anything, except for a school project which she would start at the 
end of August. Lauren's affection for her brother had consolidated 
without manifesting itself in any particular way. They hadn't 
experimented any more, and after Nikki had taken the video back home, 
the afternoon had not been mentioned again, even by the girls at 
school. Lauren thought it unnecessary due to the tight bond that now 
existed between Lauren and Nikki, evident even to Lauren's mother, who 
knew something had changed. Of course, she had no idea that their 
friendship extended into intimacy and involved her son.

"So why don't you go up into the mountains with a picnic, that would be 
fun, wouldn't it? asked Lauren's mother, trying to help her find 
something to do. "You could invite Mike's friend, Patrik, that he stays 
with. What about that?" she said hopefully. "or even Stefan and Rebecca 
next door. Oh, and don't forget we're going to see them in a couple of 
weeks for lunch."

"Yeah yeah yeah...I'll see what Nikki is doing" she said, pressing the 
quick call button to ring Nikki's house. She heard her answer after a 
couple of rings. "Hey, it's me, what's happening?"

"Not much, we could go shopping, it is Saturday after all. Thought you 
needed a pattern for your dress?" said Nikki, hoping for something 
better.

"My mum said she'd make us a picnic if we wanted to go up with it" 
offered Lauren.

"I said I'd help, not make it all, miss" her mother shouted.

"Yeah yeah, shall we? Mike wants to go, and he might bring his friend 
from school" added Lauren.

"What's his friend like, is he a big boy?" quizzed Nikki with a 
seductive voice.

"How do I know" giggled Lauren. She thought that sometimes Nikki was 
incorrigible.

"OK, let's do it. See you in five minutes. I'll bring some wine from 
our fridge. Bye" she said, ringing off.

And so as Mike talked to Patrik on the phone, the picnic took shape, 
Lauren making sandwiches while her mother packed some soft drinks into 
a small hamper. It contained all the plates and cutlery they needed, 
along with cups and a big tablecloth. Lauren had used it many times, 
even on her own, when wandering up in the mountains during the hot 
summers.

Nikki arrived with her carrier bag containing the wine and a blanket, 
and the three set off up the hill to wait for Patrik at the bus stop 
that dropped people at the start of the mountain trail. He arrived a 
few minutes later, and after the usual introductions, the boys set off 
in the lead, holding the hamper while the girls carried Nikki's bag, 
swapped gossip and watched the boy's bottoms.

Patrik was roughly the same height with Germanic blonde hair cut short 
around his handsome face. The hair made his skin seem more tanned than 
the average schoolboy, and Nikki noticed that he seemed to be built 
like Mike in that he had strong shoulders and his tight jeans 
accentuated his form. However, Nikki felt she still preferred Mike but 
was willing to wait and see. Lauren wasn't even evaluating the boys, 
but instead concentrated on how should would fend off any advances that 
Patrik might make while they were out in the mountains. She was also 
damn sure that she wasn't going to do anything with her brother while 
Patrik was around.

And so the party made it's way up the trail, deviating slightly off the 
normal tourist route towards a small stream that Lauren and Mike knew 
about a mile from the beginning of the track. As they climbed, the 
dense firs thinned to give way to rough grazing suitable for sheep and 
the odd goat. They could hear distant cow bells clanging from below and 
the occasional bleating of a sheep from the craggy rocks above them. 
The warm sun and the fresh air soon gave them a healthy appetite, and 
so they were ready for lunch when they arrived at the outcrop that 
provided both a turning point in the stream and a place to set up their 
blanket.

Lauren readied the lunch in her usual domesticated fashion with some 
assistance from Nikki while the boys took a look at the water, 
disappearing from view as they explored the rocks and tracked the water 
up the mountain. Lauren called them for lunch a couple of times before 
she saw them re-emerge from behind the rocks. As they all sat down, 
Nikki asked Patrik to open her wine and he obliged by pouring it into a 
beaker for each of them. They munched in silence, listening to the 
incessant warbling of a skylark way over their heads and the burbling 
of the little stream next to them. The cars winding along the roads 
below them were silent, as was the train that passed through the valley 
on its way to Lausanne.

Nikki lay back, blades of grass poking in her hair as she watched the 
cloudless sky.

"Your mum's very good to you, you know. Mine wouldn't have gone to all 
that trouble, making all that food."

"She thinks you're underfed" replied Mike, smiling as he moved slightly 
towards her and lay on his stomach.

"Rubbish" said Nikki indignantly, hitting him gently on the arm "I'm 
not that bad. Parts of me are pretty good, you know" she teased.

"Oh, I know" quipped Mike, gazing at the small mounds of Nikki's 
breasts.

Lauren was unimpressed. `Here we go again' she thought. However, this 
time she had no desire to watch her brother having his way with Nikki. 
Even the thought of Patrik and his strong body could not complete with 
a feeling of serenity that possessed Lauren as she relaxed after her 
lunch. She watched as Nikki strategically positioned herself so that 
only Mike could see the little gap between her legs. Lauren knew 
exactly what she was doing without having to see for herself. She 
guessed that her brother, who took casual glances in Nikki's direction 
now and again, could see plenty. Lauren watched as he moved on the 
blanket, not just to get a better view no doubt but also to give his 
expanding cock room to breath.

Nikki leaned back on her elbows, her legs gliding apart again slightly 
so that Mike had an even better view of here little knickers and the 
tempted darkened valley that her pussy made against the tight material. 
Nikki licked her finger and pretended to rub off a spot of dirt from 
her thigh, looking up suddenly to see Mike's big eyes riveted to her 
underwear. The wicked smile on Nikki's lips betrayed her true 
intentions, and so it was surprise that, as if on cue, Mike suggested 
that he and Nikki should take a look at the river. Nikki obligingly 
followed before he even finished speaking. She pulled her skirt into 
place, smoothing down the back as she walked towards the stream with 
him. Clearly, Patrik had been forewarned and made no effort to follow 
them. Instead, he poured more wine for Lauren and himself, and leant 
back on a rock to watch the view. He attempted to make small talk but 
was unaccomplished and had nothing much to say for himself.

Lauren could hear giggles coming from the rocks and hoped they were 
enjoying themselves. She conjured up a vision of her brother's lovely 
cock pushing into Nikki as she lay on her back for the whole world to 
see. Patrik smiled at her. Lauren conceded that he wasn't too bad 
looking, it was just that she didn't want to do anything to him that 
might give him any ideas. As the giggling increased, she was quite 
convinced that he was listening to the others just as she was, and 
watched the expression on his face as he pretended to gaze over the 
scenery below.

Lauren positioned herself so that she could talk to Patrik as well as 
see the others in the background. Her bother, with his underpants 
around his knees, braced himself above Nikki as she lay on her back 
next to the stream. He had his shirt on still, and his shoes and socks. 
Nikki on the other hand appeared to have lost her knickers, but 
retained her skirt which had been hoisted over her waist. Lauren 
thought she saw a little blob at the end of Mike's cock, and Lauren 
assumed that he had already rolled a condom over his big shaft. Lauren 
felt hot, her head swimming slightly not only from the effect of the 
sunshine and wine but also from the heady vision of her brother 
entering her best friend.

Patrik edged closer to Lauren, but she felt that she would have to 
disappoint him, as she crossed her legs and commented on the stunning 
view. To make her point undeniably final, she stood up and walked 
around in pretense of seeing the valley more clearly, managing in the 
process to gain an even better view of her brother pumping madly into 
Nikki. She watched her brother finish off, and concluded from his 
jerking and the care he took withdrawing that he had probably come this 
time. Lauren sat down again, gathering her legs underneath her. She 
could hear the hurried activity beyond as they both dressed.

Returning after ten minutes to the picnic - as though they had only 
been for a quiet stroll in the countryside - Nikki and Mike finished 
their wine and the four of them sat talking together about school and 
parents. Time passed so rapidly that they noticed that it was almost 
five o'clock before they decided to make their way down the mountain 
and back home. Patrik was disappointed with the lack of success of his 
overtures to Lauren but said nothing. Equally, Nikki and Mike said 
nothing about their riverside experience.

A warm glow was kindled inside Lauren, partially by the overhead sun 
and the lunch, but also by a burning desire for both her brother and 
her best girlfriend. Lauren was supremely happy that afternoon as they 
walked through the trees and out onto the road, convinced beyond any 
doubt that she was in love, and anyone who talked to her would have 
been forgiven for thinking she was drunk.

She arrived home with her brother to find her mother watching 
television quietly by herself, her father on the sofa, asleep. A book 
on religious fanaticism lay on his stomach, spine broken, pages down, 
moving in unison with his breathing. Another book, apparently spared 
it's companion's fate, lay unopened on the carpet, titled `Waco and 
Beyond'. Lauren guessed why he was asleep; she had found it difficult 
to understand why he had wanted to move from the governments Internal 
Affairs department across to the new section of the National Bureau, 
concerned with organised subversion. He had made it sound glamorous, 
even a bit of a James Bond role, until he confirmed that he had an 
enormous amount of reading to do if he wanted to really progress. The 
only perk that came with the new position was a four-wheel drive car 
that promised to be very useful in the winter.

She emptied the picnic things into the sink and tiptoed up the stairs 
with Mike.


Chapter 10

Monday 20th July

Lauren had been waiting about ten minutes for Nikki when the bus 
appeared from around the corner just as her friend arrived. They 
boarded it and secured their usual back seats checking the occupants 
for any boys. Lauren needed to get the pattern for her bridesmaids 
dress and Nikki wanted to come and help select it. The only place to 
get the pattern was Interlaken, and so they settled back for the twenty 
minute journey.

The bus took them along the banks of the lake Thuner See, the brilliant 
blue water dotted with pleasure craft. The ferries that plied up and 
down during the summer months jostled for position at the small quays, 
anxious to collect passengers along their routes. The houses either 
side of the road huddled together, their roofs overhanging several 
meters in places. Gift shops displayed their usual trinkets, cow bells, 
Toblerone, postcards and cuckoo clocks. The advertising was 
unobtrusive, elegant to the point of being refined, and the natural 
wood and stone of the area had been used thoughtfully in the design of 
the properties. The streets were spotlessly clean; graffiti had yet to 
invade the country. Many of the villages had working wells as a center 
point, offering a natural place for meeting, discussion and the general 
contemplation of life.

Lauren and Nikki chatted about the wedding and where they would go for 
their honeymoon if they found someone to marry. Lauren confided that 
she couldn't work out how people get boyfriends.

"I mean, how do you know when you going out with them rather than just 
seeing them and being friends?"

"I guess you kiss a lot and that does it. It's more than just going to 
the cinema or something" advised Nikki with authority.

Lauren looked at her, noting the wisdom of her advice. "What if someone 
just asks you to go out with them, though?"

"Oh, I don't think that counts!"

"Are you my brother's girlfriend?"

"I don't know. I suppose I could be. But we don't keep planning when 
we're going to see each other."

"I just don't get it. And I really don't see how you can ever be sure 
enough about someone to want to marry them. That means that you spend 
all your life with them!" said Lauren.

"Yeah, I know, it must be really difficult. I could never do that."

Lauren was deep in thought as they passed Spiez Castle, its majestic 
square tower standing out proudly against the deep blue of the lake. 
The girls left the station and made their way up the High Street 
through the middle of the town. They found a haberdashers on the corner 
of the first cross street, where the door rang a little bell as they

entered. Lauren thought she had been in here before but couldn't 
remember why, although she knew where the patterns were kept, and made 
her way over by the window in the far corner. After very lengthy 
discussions, they selected one and paid the owner fifteen francs before 
leaving. Walking west, they bought a couple of magazines before 
entering a coffee house and sitting down. Nikki's mother had given her 
some money to buy lunch and they indulged themselves in milk shakes and 
pastries while reading the articles in the magazines and generally 
over-staying their welcome as the proprietor paced up and down, 
fingering the bill and shaking his head as they talked and giggled at 
the articles.

As they left the coffee shop they parted, Nikki taking the return bus 
while Lauren made her way to the north of town to get a bus to the 
woman who was to make the dress, Kristal. She had already phoned her to 
say that as she didn't know the times of the buses she could only say 
that she would be there sometime in the afternoon. As she walked, she 
heard music from what looked like a clothes shop across the street. For 
Interlaken it was a large shop with a couple of steps up from the 
pavement into the main door. Lauren crossed the road and leaned on the 
black wrought-iron railings to look through the window. It appeared 
that a fashion show was in progress, and she could just see a makeshift 
catwalk and models showing off brightly coloured clothes. Looking 
around, she saw an advertisement on the window, announcing a free 
fashion show in aid of a local children's charity.

Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space halfway along the 
small catwalk which joined up to what look like the regular changing 
rooms. She watched as children her own age skipped out of the changing 
rooms in jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours. The looked 
genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were amateurs and 
doing it for charity. The music was upbeat and added to the excitement. 
As she looked around, she noticed a boy on his own on the opposite side 
of the catwalk, closer to the changing rooms, also watching the parade. 
She was impressed. He looked about Mike's age but that made him all the 
more interesting - she couldn't imagine her brother being interested in 
such things. As he turned to look at the far end of the catwalk his 
gaze passed over her and returned in a perfect double-take.

Lauren looked down at her shoes as her heart beat wildly. After a 
pause, her eyes followed the legs of one of the models from her shoes 
up to her skirt. Glancing cautiously off to the right of the model, she 
was relieved to see that his attention had returned to the show. 
Relaxing, she looked around and found a spare program and noted that 
there was the usual wedding dress at the climax and decided that she 
would stay. Lauren felt very pleased with herself, even a little grown 
up, and applauded in most of the right places. So involved with the 
show was she that she didn't notice the boy again looking directly at 
her, smiling, nodding as if to say that he thought it was a great show. 
Lauren nervously smiled back and looked at her program, glad to have 
the catwalk between her and the grinning boy. The audience applauded as 
the models wearing the spring collection appeared at the beginning of 
the catwalk but as she looked up she was disappointed to discover that 
he had gone. She looked quickly towards the door, but there was no sign 
of him.

"This is supposed to be the latest in children's clothes if you can 
afford it!" said the young boy, standing next to her.

Her heart leapt as she glanced at his face and then back to her program

"Oh, I, er I was just in here on my way to the bus stop" replied 
Lauren, thinking that she didn't have to sound so apologetic, she could 
watch if she wanted to.

"I should stay, they might give away free samples!" joked the boy. "My 
name's Jim"

"Hi. Lauren." She paused, wondering what he wanted with her. As they 
looked at the clothes, a very young boy tripped and fell, jumping back 
up within seconds to the applause of the crowd. Both Lauren and Jim 
clapped, exchanging smiles. Lauren's fear and trepidation gave way to 
excitement as she relaxed in the knowledge that the boy wasn't a mad 
axe man that her mother often warned her about.

"That's lovely. Look at that" shouted Lauren over the music as a girl 
her own age walked in a carefree manner past her wearing a pale blue 
summer dress. She was surprised that she was able to make conversation 
with him as that had always been her greatest fear as she imagined 
herself meeting boys in her daydreams.

"Can you spare a thousand francs?"

"You're joking. Nobody would pay that...would they?" she asked with a 
look of astonishment.

"Sure.

And so when Lauren mentioned that she was interested in the wedding 
dress and showed him the pattern the conversation (which Lauren could 
remember nothing about when she told Nikki later) turned to modeling 
and the skills required. Jim flatteringly said that he thought that 
Lauren would do a better job than many of the models, a comment she 
dismissed until he repeated it and confirmed he was serious. Lauren 
watched the models and concluded that there was much skill in 
professional modeling that she had seen on the TV but not unexpectedly 
it was absent from there today. She warmed to Jim and his easy manner, 
and after the final wedding dress she didn't hesitate when he suggested 
going for a walk along the main street.

The crowds were thinning now as the shops began to close, their 
shutters half way down to discourage further customers. As they turned 
the corner by the river, the distinctive aroma of roasting coffee 
filled the air, it's source easily identified from the smoke billowing 
through an extractor fan twenty meters from them. Jim tugged her by the 
hand, past the cafe window displaying pastries and bread, and into the 
dimly lit shop as the bell tinkled above the door.

Lauren looked at him and noticed more than a superficial similarity to 
her brother. Jim had dark curly hair, longer than her brothers and a 
strong, dark face with brilliant white teeth in a firm jaw. He wore a 
light leather jacket and dark green open-necked shirt with jeans. He 
had an expensive but casual air about him and seemed at ease in 
restaurants. It transpired that he too was on holiday from school, but 
attended a boarding school in Grenoble. Lauren's nerves calmed as she 
became more open and engaged further in conversation with him. By the 
end of the coffee they were laughing and joking, and he teased Lauren 
kindly about allsorts of things while at the same time paying her 
compliments in an indirect manner.

He again brought up his thoughts that she should have been up on the 
catwalk.

"Do you really think so? I don't know what to do" responded Lauren, 
intrigued beyond measure.

"You're a natural, you're so calm" Jim said looking into her eyes.

"Well, I don't know."

"Why don't you visit my aunt? She's great with potential models. She'll 
tell you if you've got it" he said casually.

Lauren wanted to know every detail about his aunt, and it turned out 
that she was a friend of his family's rather than an real aunt, but 
they treated her like one. She also had another lady assisting in the 
business, and they worked from an old farmhouse outside Brienz, an area 
she was not familiar with except as a final destination on one of the 
bus routes. She was very busy but if she wanted, Jim would try and get 
her an appointment. Lauren thought it might be fun, but was sure her 
mother would kill her if she knew. Jim added that sometimes she can get 
new models work doing catalogue photos. That did it for Lauren, and 
giggling, she wrote her phone number on his hand, asking him to call 
her when he heard from his aunt.

"Can I call you anyway? Perhaps we could go somewhere" he asked.

"Sure, that would be fun" said Lauren smiling back at him as she 
blushed.

They left the cafe and briefly held hands in the street before going 
their separate ways. Lauren was astounded. It had been so easy, and her 
nervousness had disappeared quickly. Jim, she thought, that's a nice 
name. She spent the whole of the journey trying to remember what he 
looked like and was disappointed to discover that she couldn't remember 
the colour of his eyes, or even very much of what they talked about. 
All she really knew was that he had her number, and she would die if he 
didn't call her again.

Lauren took the bus in her enhanced dream state to Kristal's house, 
walking the last two hundred meters down the little lane to the last 
house on the right. The tiny hamlet was deserted, the silence broken 
only by the tuneless twittering of a lark high above her head. She 
couldn't see the bird, even against the background of the rapidly 
rising mountains that marked the end of the gardens for many of the 
houses. A high-pitched squeak greeted her as she opened the iron gate. 
She made her way slowly up the brick path, knocking on the door as she 
inspected the formal flower bed around the front of the house. Kristal 
opened the door and greeted her with more pleasure than she had been 
expecting, even though she hadn't seen her for almost a year. She 
hugged her on the doorstep before allowing her into the lounge.

Lauren looked around and saw that most of the downstairs part of the 
old house had been converted into her workshop since her last visit. 
Kristal spread the pattern out on her cutting table and poured over it, 
sighing and nodding occasionally as she took note of the shape and 
features of the dress and bodice, glancing occasionally at Lauren as 
she checked her shape with professional detachment. Kristal checked the 
date of the wedding and her other commitments, nodding to confirm that 
she would have enough time to do it. She held a tape- measure up 
against Lauren's chest, noting down the numbers as she moved to her 
waist and then her hips. She measured her breasts again, pulling the 
tape tightly together to ensure that her measurements were accurate.

"Want a coffee or something" asked Kristal.

"Something, but not coffee, I've had so much today" replied Lauren, 
sitting down as Kristal motioned towards the sofa. She looked at the 
large room, noting the pastel shades of pink and the darker reds that 
gave the room a sense of style and purpose. It was clear that someone 
had thought about the colour scheme carefully before starting and had 
created a superb impression of opulence and space.

Kristal returned with some ice-cold lemonade and sat down with her, 
placing her glass on the coffee table in front of them. Her long dark 
hair swirled over the shoulders of her simple white blouse. As she sat 
down, the long dark blue wrap-around dress fell open slightly to reveal 
her thigh. The conversation continued with weddings and marriages, and 
Kristal was keen to hear who was getting married.

"AnneMarie Grob, in our village" said Lauren.

"What? Does she have very long blonde hair, pretty face, medium 
height?" asked Kristal quickly.

"Yes, that's her. Do you know her?"

"I used to, but haven't seen her for ages. I must give her a call and 
congratulate her" said Kristal. Her smile faded from her face as she 
looked down. "I must wash my hands, just a moment"

Lauren looked around for a new topic to discuss. "Does your husband 
still work in advertising?" shouted Lauren at the kitchen.

Kristal returned. "He was a photographer, and we've been separated for 
almost four months actually. Don't worry, I thought I'd told everyone" 
said Kristal with a slightly embarrassed tone. She pulled her skirt 
across her knees, covering her legs.

"I'm sorry, you were only married ..." stuttered Lauren, making it 
worse.

"I know, less than a year. It was strange, when you're a little older I 
tell you about it" said Kristal reassuring her.

"Oh dear, will you get back together again?" asked Lauren, not to be 
put off that easily.

Kristal took a deep breath and launched into an edited version of why 
they had separated. She had married after knowing him for only a few 
months, during which time they had had a very passionate relationship. 
Their work and her husband's sexual enthusiasm (Lauren guessed that was 
what she meant by `drive') had made their marriage more and more 
difficult. Lauren plucked up courage to ask a really adult question.

"So he wanted to sleep with you all the time?" he asked, half expecting 
to get her face slapped.

"No! Wait" smiled Kristal, warming visibly to Lauren. She walked across 
the room and returned with an album of photos marked `Wedding'.

"There, that's me on my wedding day, and there he is. I look quite 
happy, yes? Now look!"

Lauren stared at the page. Kristal looked overweight and bored, far 
worse than she did as Lauren looked at her to provide a comparison. 
Kristal turned to her.

"The problem was that he couldn't satisfy me. Maybe some of it was my 
fault for being so demanding, but the fun we had before we were married 
soon disappeared. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to hear about this, I'm 
a bad advert for marriage!" said Kristal, touching Lauren's arm in 
reassurance.

"No, I think I understand. It's just that so many things are happening 
at the moment to me that I think sometimes my head will explode." 
confided Lauren.

"It's not easy, you take your time. I'll tell you more if you want when 
you come back for the first fitting. Shall we say three days? That 
should give me time to cut it out and tack together the important 
panels." suggested Kristal.

"OK" said Lauren, making for the door, "See you then, same time" she 
said, waving as she went down the steps into the road to catch the bus 
back to Interlaken, and from there another to Andleburg.

An hour later, she climbed the hill to her house. A large blue car was 
parked outside the neighbour's house, and Lauren was even more 
intrigued as two ladies got out, both very well dressed, and went round 
towards the back door. Lauren though that one was Chinese and the other 
from somewhere else, maybe the middle east or Turkey. She raised her 
eyebrows as she meditated, losing her train of thought as her magic 
carpet imagination whisked her off on another fantasy ride.


Chapter 11

Thursday 23rd July

Three days later, Lauren journey back to Kristal's house on the bus, 
arriving at about two o'clock. She rang the door bell and was 
interested to see that Kristal looked much smarter than she had last 
time, wearing tights or stockings, an ivory coloured skirt and white 
blouse with a small, matching ivory waistcoat buttoned down the middle. 
Her shoes looked like her mother's which were made by Bally. Her long 
dark hair was pinned up, allowing a few strands to elegantly frame each 
side of her face. Lauren was about to ask if she was going out, but 
Kristal read her thoughts.

"Had to see the solicitor. I need to look like I mean business until I 
get to court, then I'll look poor! Anyway, a celebration is in order, 
my ex-husband just paid part of the settlement" she said, showing 
Lauren to the sofa.

Lauren wasn't sure how to react, assuming that Kristal was referring to 
her divorce, but felt under-dressed for sure. She sat down while 
Kristal went into the kitchen.

"Do you drink Champagne? Oh, please don't say `no'. Oh, or are you 
still under age?" inquired Kristal.

"I'd like some" said Lauren, hopefully answering all her questions as a 
dull pop came from the kitchen.

She emerged with a small tray, a bottle and two tall fluted glasses and 
placed them on the coffee table. Kristal poured the champagne and 
clinked her glass against Lauren's.

"Here's to us girls!" she said by way of a toast.

"Here here. Mmm. Oh, it's gone up my nose, it's so fizzy" giggled 
Lauren, holding her hand against her nose as though she was about to 
sneeze.

"Slowly, there's no rush. Once we've a little drink we can see how you 
look in the dress. I'm quite pleased with it but I would like to know 
if you intend wearing it afterwards, I mean as a summer dress or 
something."

"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it. I suppose it would be a waste 
to use it only once, wouldn't it" said Lauren, sipping her wine again.

"And I think you'll look beautiful in it. You'll see. Better even than 
my bridesmaids - you saw them didn't you?" asked Kristal, filling 
Lauren's glass.

"Yes, did you keep your wedding dress?" asked Lauren, remembering that 
Kristal had promised to tell her the details about her ex-husband.

"No, I cut it up and cleaned my car with it! she said with a laugh, 
covering her mouth with her hand, suppressing the beginnings of an 
attack of the giggles. "Actually, I sold it. It cost quite a lot to 
make, and I don't think I'll be needing it again, even if I am only 
nineteen".

"Surely you'll marry again?"

Kristal moved towards her, touching her arm gently.

"Lauren, don't worry. When I was your age all I wanted was to feel sure 
that I'd find the right man and live happily ever after. Now, I'm sure 
that it's possible, but I don't see it happening to me. Like I think I 
said, I was so sure about my husband before we married, and he sort of 
ran out of steam before we had been married a year."

Lauren stared at her drink and emptied it.

"I don't know what to think, life is beginning to get so difficult and 
confusing." Her thoughts momentarily wandered off to Nikki and Mike and 
the fun they had had together. Her desires felt so natural and 
wholesome but then at other times they worried her. Kristal filled both 
glasses.

"My trouble was that when I was your age, I experimented, as does 
everyone I think, with boys and girls. But I didn't listen to what was 
going on inside me and I didn't give myself time to find the right 
person"

As the conversation continued, Lauren felt her head starting to swim. 
She had had two or three glasses of champagne after a light lunch and 
she was slightly hungry.

"How long before you chose between boys and girls then?" asked Lauren, 
looking at her glass.

Kristal stood up and took off her waistcoat, leaving it on an armchair.

"Gee, I'm warm. How long? Oh, I don't know if I've ever made that 
choice, not one against the other for ever. Lauren, I'm not sure if I 
should be talking to you like this, your mother would be angry I think" 
warned Kristal, as she sat back down curling her legs under her, facing 
Lauren.

"I won't say anything to anyone, don't worry" said Lauren, resting her 
head on the back of the sofa, noting that she couldn't quite see 
between Kristal's legs.

"I trust you. You see, I found that it's so different when a man 
touches you to when a woman does, you know?"

Kristal paused momentarily, but long enough to see that Lauren was 
nodding very slightly.

"My husband and I used to have a very good sex life until just after we 
were married and then it sort of stopped. If it hadn't been for a 
friend of mine I would have gone mad. She satisfied me in a way that I 
hadn't felt before, but that's not to say a man couldn't" said Kristal, 
watching intently the expression on Lauren's face as she added intrigue 
and mystery to her story. She continued.

"Sara was patient, she believed in and practiced foreplay and knew - 
because she was a woman - how to treat a woman. I found that the men I 
went with just wanted to get inside me and that was it. They had no 
time for my feelings."

Lauren nodded. "What did she do, then?" asked Lauren, thinking that she 
knew the answer anyway.

"We used to take each other's clothes off, but slowly, without a rush. 
And when she touched me, she knew where and when and how hard and all 
of those things that you've been doing to yourself for a few years, I 
would think. She would kiss me all over and I would happily do the same 
for her. And she always washed and made sure she was clean. In fact 
that was the best bit sometimes, just having a bath together, washing 
ourselves."

The frown on Lauren's forehead relaxed as her lips partly slightly to 
give way to the slightest smile. She nodded.

"I'll show you if you like, but don't decide now. Think about it and 
tell me after we've checked out your dress. Come on, take your shoes 
off" she said, offering Lauren her hand.

Lauren was a little unstable on her feet, and felt worse when she was 
asked to stand on a small box, about a foot high. Kristal brought the 
dress over from her table and Lauren put her arms through the jacket. 
Kristal went round the box and faced Lauren. Pulling the jacket 
together, she made a couple of marks with her chalk and took it off 
her.

"I think you'll have to slip your jeans down so that I can get a decent 
measurement of your hips"

Lauren obeyed, unzipping her jeans and pushing them past her knees so 
they bunched around her ankles, all the while holding on to Kristal 
with the other hand. The skirt section was draped around her and 
fastened at the front.

"I'm going to put some layers under it to give it more volume, let's 
try some and see what you think" said Kristal.

Lauren wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but realised that it would 
be like having many petticoats on under a dress to give it a very 
traditional Swiss shape. Thankfully, Lauren noted that it didn't have 
the gaudy reds, blues and greens that characterised many of the 
traditional Swiss costumes. With the outer material in place, Kristal 
worked a number of layers underneath, pinning them in place.

"OK, that's it. Down you get. Now, let me have this bit" she said, 
taking away the lower skirt and the multiple layers underneath. "Have 
you thought about whether you'll be wearing stockings at the wedding?" 
Kristal asked, knowing that Lauren didn't possess a pair.

"Er no, not really."

"Well, sit down and try some on"

Lauren pulled off her jeans and sat on the edge of the sofa while 
Kristal fussed about her, fixing a garter belt in place and then a pair 
of dark blue stockings. She insisted doing it all for her, and all 
Lauren had to do was stand and walk over the mirror. Lauren was 
delighted with what she saw. She looked so grown up, and with her shoes 
on, the stockings accentuated the shape of her legs. She twirled, 
looking at the shape of her bottom and the crisp outline of one leg 
against the other. When Kristal brought in a white pair, she wanted to 
do it herself. Lauren returned to the sofa, and with one leg bent up 
against her chest, she rolled one pair off and the other on, standing 
and fixing the straps herself with much satisfaction. Kristal followed 
her this time to the mirror and sat down at her feet. She looked in the 
mirror at Lauren while pulling one of the stockings up higher to match 
the other. Her hand came away from the material and caught her vagina.

"Oh, sorry" she said, looking up at Lauren.

Lauren smiled. She felt so sexy, even a little powerful, and understood 
what Kristal was doing. She had already made her mind up that she 
wanted to know more from this girl and so she turned to her, her legs 
apart slightly more than necessary.

"That's OK, I'm a bit wet"

"I know. That's because you feel sexy. And that's because you are, very 
sexy" she said quietly, trailing her fingers down the back of her legs.

"Show me what she did to you?" whispered Lauren, swaying slightly from 
the wine and the touch of the girl. Kristal smiled up at her.

"Lie on the sofa, I'll be back when the bath is ready. All we'll do is 
wash together. Hey, and don't fall asleep on me." requested Kristal, on 
her way to the bathroom. Lauren heard the sound of the water as the 
bath filled, and heard a couple of drawers shutting, presumably from 
the bedroom.

The water stopped, and Lauren heard the toilet flush, reminding her the 
she needed to go as well. She had noticed a cloakroom by the from door 
and made her way towards it. She returned inside a minute, and lay back 
on the sofa just as Kristal entered the lounge. She had changed into a 
short white silk dressing gown that fastened at the front. Her hair was 
down, hanging loosely way past her shoulders. She had removed her 
stockings and shoes. Lauren thought she had probably removed her 
underwear as well, but didn't really mind. In fact, as the room floated 
around, she cared about nothing at all. Kristal leaned down and picked 
up Lauren in her arms like a baby.

"Relax, I won't drop you" she said reassuringly, carrying her into the 
bedroom and placing her gently on the bed.

"Mmm, that's nice" said Lauren, feeling the cool cotton against her 
thighs.

"Let's get you ready for your bath, then, shall we?"

Kristal sat next to her and eased her T-Shirt over her head. She looked 
stunned as she looked at the little girl's breasts and seemed to have 
to restrain herself from proceeding too quickly. Kristal leaned over 
and kissed Lauren's stomach, causing butterflies to flutter through her 
own body. Her lips pecked at her soft skin, slowly and gently, just as 
she had described to her. Lauren closed her eyes and sank deeper into 
the pillow, her right hand finding Kristal's head where she played with 
her long, dark hair. Kristal's kisses traveled upwards between her 
breasts, and as they reached her neck, Lauren leaned backwards to give 
her as much encouragement as possible. Kristal moved around to the side 
of her neck and kissed below her ear.

Lauren's heart was pounding, her body torn between rapid satisfaction 
and prolonging an exquisite experience at the hands of the older 
teenager. Perhaps she could be satisfied many times this afternoon. 
Without making any particular decision, Lauren resumed her floating as 
Kristal's tongue licked around her ear. Lauren parted her legs by 
bending the right knee, and moved her right hand down between her legs. 
Kristal took hold of Lauren's hand, and allowing her to feel her vagina 
through her knickers, whispered to her.

"Taste it"

Lauren dreamily brought her hand up to her mouth and licked her 
fingers. Kristal moved over her and kissed her lips, letting her tongue 
enter her mouth, licking her lips and fingers. Her hand moved onto 
Lauren's stomach while she kissed the little girl passionately. 
Lauren's hand returned to the long dark hair that hung over her 
breasts, and traced a path from her head across her shoulders and down 
inside her dressing gown. She cupped her breast, feeling the erect 
nipple in the palm of her hand stiffen as she explored.

"Oh, that's it" murmured Kristal.

Slowly, as though they had all the time in the world, Lauren explored 
her other breast, while Kristal kissed her lips, her ear, then traveled 
down to her breasts, languidly running her tongue around in circles 
before concentrating on her nipples. Lauren felt the tremblings of her 
orgasm begin in the depths of her stomach, joining up with the warm 
glow from deep inside her vagina. Kristal moved away from her nipples, 
downwards, across the flat of her stomach to the inside of her thighs. 
Her tongue ran along the inside of her left thigh, as her long dark 
hair flowed delicately over her right. Each journey of her tongue ended 
closer to her vagina, never quite reaching, always turning back waiting 
for permission to proceed. In desperation, Lauren tugged at Kristal's 
dressing gown, exposing her rounded breasts. She looked across and 
finding the chord, pulled at the bow and let the gown fall out of 
sight. Kristal understood only too well, and pushed her hand underneath 
Lauren's bottom, taking hold of the waistband of her knickers.

Lauren raised her bottom in anticipation and was rewarded as Kristal 
slid her knickers down to her ankles. Lauren lowered her trembling body 
back onto the bed as Kristal resumed kissing her thighs. She made no 
comment about the lack of pubic hair, but Kristal quickly put her left 
hand between her own legs, pushing a finger straight into her drenched 
pussy. Her tongue finally made contact with Lauren's pussy lips, at 
which point Lauren spread her legs and bent her knee, knocking Kristal 
on the side of her head.

"Bath time, young lady." said Kristal


Chapter 11b

Kristal stood up and went to her chest of drawers, searching for some 
new underwear. She selected silk underwear for both of them, and had 
clearly decided that they would do without anything else unless Lauren 
wanted to put the stockings back on. She turned back to Lauren, leaning 
her head to one side, checking if Lauren had fallen asleep. Lauren let 
out a long sigh.

"I'm not sure if I can walk. I really would like to do that some more 
after we've had a wash. Please?" asked Lauren, getting carefully to her 
feet.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself" she said, 
taking Lauren by the hand and leading her into the bathroom. Kristal 
got into the bath first, and helped Lauren to step in carefully and 
turn round so that Lauren's back was to her. She sat down, and guided 
Lauren between her legs. Lauren inhaled deeply, buoyed by the water and 
the deeply provocative scent of the bath oils.

"Lie back on me. That's it." The bathwater gurgled out through the 
overflow for a couple of minutes as Lauren leant back, her head resting 
on Kristal's left shoulder. She could feel her breasts supporting her 
back and the hard nipples on her shoulder blades. Kristal brought her 
knees up and Lauren rested her hands on them, letting out another sigh. 
The old bath was ideal for two people without being so big as to lose 
any chance of intimacy. Kristal swished the water around, splashing it 
against Lauren's chest. Lauren looked up at Kristal and the two girls 
kissed, lightly at first, Lauren this time introducing her tongue, 
running it along Kristal's lips and searching out her mouth. Kristal 
brought her hand up onto Lauren's breasts, massaging them and marveling 
in their young firmness.

"Is this what you did? It's so relaxing."

"When you're ready, we'll wash each other and then get dressed in some 
nice clothes if you like" said Kristal, taking the soap in her hand and 
applying a lather to Lauren's breasts. After she had rinsed the soap 
off, she pushed Lauren very slightly forward.

"Stand up, I'll wash you now" she said, holding Lauren's arm to steady 
her as she turned to face her.

Kristal picked up the soap, and taking each foot in turn, gently 
applied the lather, washing each toe carefully. She then moved up to 
her legs and thighs, again washing each alternately and rinsing it off 
with the bath water. She pushed her legs apart slightly, looking 
directly now at her vagina. Kristal could see her pussy lips widely 
parted, and her clitoris almost hanging out of her. Soaping her hand, 
she started washing her inner thighs and beyond to the cheeks of her 
bottom, very gently massaging her pubic mound down and back up to her 
anus. Soon, without any resistance, her fingers pushed gently inside, 
exploring deeper and deeper into her vagina as Lauren steadied herself 
against the wall, her head swimming with the delight of the girls' 
touch.

"Turn round".

Lauren turned and felt Kristal push her forward. Kristal rubbed soap 
over the firm mounds of her buttocks, gradually moving between the 
muscular valley into the deep gorge that led to her anus. Lauren felt 
fingers exploring, gliding gently over her skin as her little brown 
hole received more attention than ever before.

"No, I don't think I like that" said Lauren, gripping the sides of the 
bath as she leaned forward.

"It's OK, it feels different but you'll find it's very sexy."

"I..I don't know..don't hurt me!" pleaded Lauren, turning to look at 
her.

"Shh, there there, open your legs a little wider. There, that's 
better!"

Kristal parted the cheeks of her bottom and soaped her little hole in 
small circles, pushing against the strong muscles more frequently as 
the hole pulsed with pleasure.

"Really, it feels, you know"

"Just relax, I promise it's a wonderful feeling!"

Gently, she introduced a little of her index finger into the little 
girl's anus causing Lauren to gasp. She withdrew, rinsed her finger and 
again applied it with soap once again, pushing further in this time.

"Oh God" she cried as her muscles pulsed around the intruder. Lauren 
pushed back almost imperceptibly - just enough to indicate to Kristal 
that Lauren did indeed find it a pleasurable experience.

Lauren dropped to her knees as she gripped the side of the bath. She 
pushed her bottom into the air as her head dropped down and her hair 
trailed in the water. Kristal pushed her finger in deep into her, 
pushing and pulling rhythmically, stopping occasionally to lubricate 
her finger with soap. She slowed down once she heard Lauren groaning in 
time with her fingers, eventually withdrawing as Lauren groaned both 
from pleasure and frustration.

Satisfied that she was clean everywhere, she pulled Lauren back down 
into the bath, holding her against her chest. Her hand caressed the 
side of her face and she kissed her on the lips as Lauren arched her 
back and twisted round, desperate to meet her embrace. They locked 
together in their embrace as Kristal explored her young breasts, 
offering her own to Lauren as their hands ensured that their bodies 
were wonderfully slippery.

"Now you need to wash me, just like I did" said Kristal, separating 
from Lauren slowly and standing up.

Lauren's gaze followed the form of the young girl from her legs up to 
her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Kristal stood with her legs together, 
and as Lauren knelt in front of her, she could just make out the 
beginning of her pussy lips, in between which was a hint of her inner 
pinkness. Looking up, she saw the roundness of her full breasts which 
separated naturally allowing her to see Kristal smiling down. Lauren 
took the soap from Kristal's hand and dipped it into the water, 
lathered her hands and positioned Kristal's right foot on her own 
thigh. Lauren's hands trembled slightly as she rubbed the soap between 
the toes, her eyes drawn irresistibly upwards to Kristal's slightly 
parted legs and the water dripping from her vagina.

She finished washing the other foot and began to slowly soap her legs 
and thighs, trying hard to mimic the caresses that had been lavished on 
her moments before. Kristal positioned her feet further apart, allowing 
Lauren to run the back of her hand over her vagina as she washed her 
inner thighs. Kristal's muscles tensed as she felt the young fingers 
exploring, kneading and trembling over her vagina, anxiously seeking 
her clitoris. Then the small finger probed inside her and withdrew, 
returning so gently that she opened her legs wider to encourage deeper 
exploration.

Lauren slowly, nervously, explored the girl. She was very conscious of 
her inexperience, and concerned that Kristal might at some time scold 
her for being inept. But the pleasure she had recently felt at the 
hands of Kristal gave her the encouragement she needed to return her 
finger to her pussy, run the bar of soap over the delicate folds of 
skin, and then push her index finger into her hot little cave. Lauren 
learned quickly, sensing from her own attempts where Kristal liked to 
be touched, and how lightly she needed to run her fingers over her lips 
to produce such an intense reaction. She looked up at Kristal and saw 
she had her eyes closed as she held on tightly to the shower fitting. 
She moved slightly, signaling the end of the first phase.

"Do you want to do any more?" asked Kristal.

Lauren withdrew her fingers and explored further between her legs, 
searching upwards until she encountered her little brown hole. She 
brought her hands to Kristal's hips and after a moments thought, turned 
her. Kristal lowered herself into the bath, resting on all fours. 
Lauren ran her hand underneath the girl, rubbing her vagina with her 
arm as she ran her hand over her stomach. With soapy fingers, she 
covered her anus with bubbles, pushing the bar of soap against the 
little hole in front of her. Kristal gripped the sides of the bath and 
lowered her head, breathing in deeply.

"Lori, sweet, you don't have to do this for me, you know"

"I liked it after a while. I want to do it to you"

Lauren placed her index finger at the entrance to her bottom and pushed 
firmly, entering almost an inch as Kristal gasped. It felt tight, the 
muscular walls yielding under protest as she withdrew to wash her 
finger and apply more soap. Pushing again, she felt the iron ring of 
muscle relax slightly and remain open, inviting her to enter further, 
harder. Lauren wasn't counting the number of times she pushed her 
finger in and withdrew. She knew the feeling was exquisite for Kristal 
and was intent on providing her with as much pleasure as humanly 
possible. Her left hand moved down between Kristal's legs, rubbing her 
pubic hair and clitoris in a circular motion. Lauren continued for 
several minutes, maintaining a steady pace, causing Kristal's body to 
tremble perceptibly.

"We should get out my sweet," said Kristal, slowly moving forward. She 
looked back at Lauren, smiling to reassure her that this was not the 
conclusion of the lesson. The girls rinsed off and stood together, 
drying themselves.

"I've got some clothes for you to wear. Try these on with this" Kristal 
said, picking up the pale blue silk French knickers and slip. Kristal 
put her dressing-gown back on, this time pulling on a pair of lace 
knickers. She took Lauren by the hand once more and led her back to the 
bed.

"I want this to be perfect. Would you like some more Champagne?"

Lauren shook her head, smiling at her friend in the doorway.

"Music?"

Mmm, please, something quiet"

The silk felt wonderful; the knickers were almost the right size, 
looking much too big but fitting snugly around her with the slip 
covering her breasts and laying loosely down to her hips. She ran her 
hand over her breasts, marveling at the sensuous feeling of the 
material against her nipples. She curled up, pushing her face deeper 
into the pillow, and closed her eyes, the faintest hint of a smile on 
her lips. She sensed Kristal returning to her side as the bed dipped 
and settled, warm breath on the back of her neck as an arm pulled her 
closer to her lover. Lauren entwined her feet with Kristal's as a hand 
moved slowly underneath the slip and searched out her breasts. Lauren 
turned onto her back and opened her eyes to see Kristal smiling down 
from above as she continued to caress her nipple with her hand. A sound 
like pipes, South American pan pipes, drifted from the lounge, lilting, 
murmuring their mystical message.

Her lips parted slightly in anticipation of the gentle embrace the 
followed, Kristal kissing her upper lip, then her lower lip, and then 
licking slowly all around her mouth while squeezing her nipple. 
Lauren's heart beat faster as she stroked the side of her friend's 
face, wandered down over her shoulder and again found the chord to her 
dressing-gown. Kristal moved down her body, pushing the slip up to 
reveal the soft skin of her stomach, and began licking in circles as 
she had done before, around her stomach. Slowly, as though time didn't 
matter, she descended, kissing her knickers, running her tongue under 
the top, then under the material that covered her vagina. Kristal moved 
the material to one side, exposing her wet slit and clitoris to the 
ministrations of her tongue. Lauren squirmed in delight, opening her 
legs and pushing her pelvis upwards to increase the sensation. Kristal 
held her firmly, insisting on a slower build up as she continued to 
lick from the entrance to her vagina, up over the folds of her inner 
lips to her clitoris, and then down again.

Lauren could feel her orgasm bubbling, streaks of pleasure coursing 
through her body as great bolts of excitement caused her to writhe and 
muscles to spasm without her consent. She shivered and trembled as 
Kristal continued to languidly lick her little pussy, up and down, 
round and round, now probing very slightly inside or flicking the pale 
pink bud of her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. She felt the girls 
hands move under her bottom and pull the silk knickers, taking them 
down past her knees, giving Lauren a wonderful feeling of erotic 
freedom. Saliva, mixed with her own lubrication, dribbled down her 
pussy lips and over her anus.

Kristal moved her legs so that she could offer her own knickers to the 
little girl, lying with her head on her thigh in order to continue 
licking,

with her left leg bent to expose her pouting vagina. Lauren needed 
little encouragement, pulling first one side and then the other in a 
frantic effort to divest her of the lovely lace briefs. Even before 
they reached her knees Lauren had pushed her head between Kristal's 
legs. She bent Kristal's left leg again, pushed her tongue deeply into 
Kristal's sex and marveled at the low moan that emanated from deep 
within Kristal. Lauren withdrew her tongue, relishing the taste of the 
girl on her nose and face. She continued to imitate Kristal, licking 
the girl's pussy lips, probing her huge clitoris and pushing a finger 
into her vagina. She became dimly aware that Kristal was turning her 
attention to her anus as a probing tongue glanced over her little hole. 
And then Kristal, in one fluid motion, pushed off her lace knickers and 
straddled her, pulling her legs back and bracing them against her arms. 
Kristal continued to lick her anus, resting her head on the bed between 
her legs while Lauren looked up to see Kristal's clitoris above her, 
covered in her own saliva, and her pink inner lips as the valley 
disappeared up, out of sight towards her anus. Lauren held her hips, 
pulling Kristal closer to her mouth, straining her tongue and neck to 
delve back into her hot, wet sex.

After only a minute or so, it became clear that Lauren could not 
concentrate on doing any more to her friend as the tell-tale signs of 
her orgasm built again. Kristal had inserted a finger into her anus and 
was moving it very slowly in and out. She had also resumed her licking 
and probing, synchronised so beautifully that to Lauren it felt like 
one action, causing sparks to shoot through her up to her breasts as 
she tweaked her nipples and back down to her toes. Her breathing rasped 
in her dry throat and her leg muscles ached as she fought against the 
weight of the girl on top of her. In and out, the fingers continued, 
building up their speed and force, generating heat within her anus and 
vagina until she was overtaken by an intensity of pleasure that made 
arch her back and open her mouth so wide that she thought she had lost 
her mind. She froze as she stopped breathing. Her heart pounded as 
Kristal continued to provide the source of wave after wave of orgasm 
that she had so dearly needed. It was several moments until, still 
locked in position, she could utter even a guttural grunt, sure that 
she must be wetting herself.

Kristal gradually slowed her pumping, letting the little girl's legs 
return to the bed as she lay down alongside her, slowly licking her 
pubic mound and down over her thighs. Lauren inhaled deeply, slowly, 
moving her right hand in between her legs to clasp her vagina tightly. 
She thought she would cry with joy as the warmth of her orgasm mellowed 
her. After several moments, Kristal turned and lay down on the pillow 
next to Lauren, pushing her left arm around her shoulders and pulling 
her tightly towards her body. Kristal noticed the beads of sweat on 
Lauren's forehead, and licked them lovingly as Lauren opened her eyes 
and smiled. She said nothing but simply pulled Kristal tighter to her 
and hugged, nestling into her breasts.

"Time to get dressed, little one" whispered Kristal, several minutes 
later.

"What about you?"

"They'll be other times. I enjoyed myself too, you know!"

And with that she stood and dressed again in a simple white blouse and 
her dark blue skirt that Lauren had seen on the previous visit. She 
left the room, leaving Lauren to dress alone in her own clothes.

"If you come back in about two weeks I'll have almost finished the 
embroidery and decorations. Give me a call before you come round, OK? 
And here, take a piece of the material and try to find some shoes to 
match."

"Thanks," said Lauren meekly, resting her head on Kristal's shoulder as 
she put an arm around her.

"Shh, it's our secret! See you soon."

Lauren caught the bus home, still savouring the smell of the girl on 
her face and hands. Chapter 12a

Saturday 25th July

Two days later, Lauren's parents announced that Grandma's flat now had 
a useable spare room, and they would be spending the night to speed up 
the downstairs decorating. Their father once again ceremoniously loaded 
the car with tools, paint and now wallpaper, shouting good-bye up the 
stairs to the two children. Their mother fussed as usual, running 
through the instructions for heating their meals for the third time 
until she too wished them farewell.

Mike suggested to Lauren that they should invite Patrik and Nikki round 
to watch the film that afternoon, but Lauren was reluctant to see 
Patrik.

"He's OK, Lori, he's a good friend"

"Yeah I know, but I don't want him to think there's anything permanent, 
you know"

"OK, what about Nikki?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, I'll give her a call" said Lauren, dialing . The 
girls had a brief conversation and it was clear by the conversation 
that Nikki was keen on the idea of seeing the remainder of the film, 
especially if lunch (and Mike) was part of the deal. Lauren put the 
phone down, smiling at the thought of seeing Nikki again, and she felt 
much happier than earlier that morning, when she thought seriously 
about asking if she could go with her parents to Grandma's for the 
weekend. It seemed only moments before Nikki burst through the back 
door, clutching a shopping bag, smiling and giving Lauren a hug.

"I may have to go back after lunch to help my Mum get ready for some 
people who are coming for dinner, but she said she'd ring." said Nikki, 
switching the kettle on. She took both Lauren and Mike by the hand.

"What happened to the house rules then?

"In a minute," said Lauren, "Nikki, can I tell you something upstairs, 
just for a moment?"

Lauren looked at Mike. He looked at little hurt even when she winked at 
him as she left the kitchen. Upstairs, she shut her bedroom door and 
sat with Nikki on the bed.

"What's so secret?" demanded Nikki.

"I'm not sure where to start. It's difficult. I met someone who showed 
me so many things, and made me feel so good that I just know that 
anything else won't be anywhere near as good."

"What's his name? Do I know him?

"No, Nikki, it's not a him. It's a woman"

"What!? Someone from school?"

"No, she's actually married, sort of. She's getting a divorce at the 
moment." said Lauren, glumly.

"Don't be dumb! Are you crazy?" Seeing that Lauren was deadly serious 
Nikki thought for a while looking at her friends downcast eyes. "Tell 
me what happened".

Lauren related her journey, the dress and the Champagne, the music, the 
bath and the feeling of the silk against her skin. And while Lauren may 
have omitted some of the intimate details, Nikki was able to piece 
together the parts to understand what had transpired that afternoon.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"God, yes"

"Did it hurt at all"

"No"

"So what's the problem? Tell yourself you were acting like in the film. 
Lauren, from what you've told me, I would like to have been you. 
Honestly."

"Really?"

"Really."

Nikki took her hand. Lauren smiled, an enormous weight lifted from her 
shoulders.

"Come on, regulation dress only. If I lie on the bed, can you help me 
off with my jeans?

Lauren smiled, wiped away the smallest of tears and undid the buttons 
of her jeans. Laughter rang out from the bedroom when Lauren confessed 
that she would to have to wear her Barney the Bear T-Shirt as nothing 
else was the right length. Happily, they returned to the kitchen.

"Hey, what's all these clothes then? Eh?" shouted Nikki, pointing to 
Mike's jeans. The girls descended on him, rubbing their hands against 
the tell-tale bulge as they pulled his jeans to his ankles. They then 
pulled his underpants down, watching his cock spring upwards, noting 
that the foreskin was already rolled back exposing the purple head.

Lauren and Nikki fixed the lunch just in case her mother rang early, 
and ate quickly in the kitchen, before taking iced lemonade through to 
the lounge. Mike made straight for the sofa again at the opposite end 
from the TV, with Nikki taking up a position next to him, her feet 
curled up under her bottom. Lauren sat in the armchair on his left, 
slightly forward of the sofa, and operated the remote control.

Jane was back again, walking aimlessly through what appeared to be the 
garden of a house. She wore a pair of white shorts and a bright red T-
Shirt, her dark hair still miraculously in place. Her lipstick was 
without a smudge even though she had had sex with most of the patients 
and doctors in the space of a few hours, according to the film. Lauren 
thought that Jane looked a little dim, and concluded that she would be 
surprised if the girl would ever remember anything. She looked across 
to Mike, noting that his cock was already rigidly standing to 
attention, pulsing. She smiled at him and watched the film, wondering 
how the girl just walking through the garden could be so arousing.

A man dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt approached her, took her by 
the hand and showed her into a gymnasium, pointing out the apparatus 
and offering her a leotard. There was a short scene of Jane stripping 
naked except for her white shoes and socks, and playing with her 
breasts in the changing room, before emerging to meet the instructor in 
the gym. He demonstrated how to touch her toes, and watched Jane's 
attempts, helping her bend further, running his hand over her bottom. 
He stood in front of Jane, so that she couldn't help but notice the 
bulge in his shorts.

A tall, muscular woman joined him, also dressed for exercise, and began 
touching her toes in time with Jane. Moving across to a two foot high 
wooden horse, Jane was asked to lie down. Quickly, they others bound 
her hands and legs to the horse with ropes, parting her legs and 
letting her head roll backwards over the edge of the horse. Her shouts 
were quickly muffled by a sweat-band tied over her mouth, and with one 
quick movement, the instructor took hold of the top of her leotard and 
pulled it hard, splitting it down the middle and exposing her breasts 
and stomach, while Jane continued to shift and squirm against the tight 
bonds that held her limbs.

Lauren inhaled sharply, leaning back in the seat, her legs stretching 
out as her head recoiled slightly at the film. The woman was now 
kneeling, rubbing the instructors pants as she pulled them slowly down 
to reveal his massive cock which after a cursory glance entered her 
mouth, her tongue lapping around the great bulb as he held her head in 
his hands. The woman then stood at Jane's head, facing her feet as the 
instructor helped her off with her leotard, allowing her to step 
forward so that her vagina was directly over Jane's mouth.

Lauren slid to the floor and crawled over to her brother, slightly 
afraid of what she was watching and in need of company. She nudged in 
between his knees, resting her arms on his legs. Nikki moved closer to 
Mike, running her hand over his thighs, gently touching his balls and 
the base of his cock. As he moaned, Lauren arched her back and looked 
at her brother. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead while Nikki 
kept hold of his cock. Nikki began a lazy movement with her hand 
wrapped around him as he leaned back against the sofa and watched 
Jane's head being squeezed between the woman's powerful thighs.

Jane had the remainder of her leotard torn from her, not in one easy 
stroke this time, but in what looked like three or four painful 
attempts. The scene changed to a close-up of the instructor standing 
between her widely parted legs with his cock in his hand, pushing it 
against Jane's vagina which looked dry and unyielding. The position of 
her legs, tied tightly to the side made his attempts almost futile, and 
so he took hold of a pair of ropes that happened to be lying nearby, 
and tied one to each ankle. While the woman still restrained Jane 
between her legs, he hitched the ropes over a beam and pulled, 
loosening her bonds so that her feet were hauled up higher and higher, 
further and further apart until her bottom was off the wooden horse, 
twitching in mid air, and her vagina was open for the world to see. 
Lauren had to admit though that she had a very cute bottom, and could 
just see a little red birthmark on her left cheek.

The instructor returned to position himself between her legs, roughly 
pushing two fingers into her vagina in a crude attempt to induce some 
lubrication. He then skewered her on his cock, shoving himself in and 
out as Jane made frantic attempts to scream. The woman bent over her 
and slapped her breasts hard, causing the long nipples to extend to an 
unnatural length as tears rolled down the side of Jane's face and into 
her hair.

All the children were clearly shocked by what they saw, and Lauren 
moved uneasily on the floor, at times digging her nails into Mike's 
knees. The slapping by the woman increased as heavy red welts appeared 
on Jane's stomach and breasts, her head thrashing from side to side as 
the man leant forward and slapped her face as she tried to scream. 
Nikki had stopped toying with Mike's cock, and sat there transfixed by 
the sight of poor Jane being subjected to the torments of her captors.

"I think we should look at another bit" said Mike, aware of the girl's 
discomfort.

Lauren pressed fast forward, relieved that she had the ability to skip 
over the most gruesome and painful parts of the film. It appeared that 
Jane's trial and subjection to punishment knew no bounds and lasted for 
many minutes. Lauren was convinced that even as the video shot past 
their eyes, she could see blood and scenes of whipping with Jane 
hanging from hooks in a wall, several other naked people then appearing 
to pull her legs apart as the blood appeared and continued to spread 
everywhere. Eventually the scene faded to black, a snowy effect marking 
the end of the film. Lauren put the remote down, took a gulp of her 
drink and looked at Nikki.

"The first bit was OK, but I didn't like that"

"Yeah, not exactly a turn on" said Nikki, looking at the screen.

Suddenly, a caption flicked unsurely onto the screen: `Lolita'. Nikki 
looked very surprised, clearly unaware that there was more after the 
end of the previous film. This time there were no credits, titles or 
introduction. Two schoolboys and two flat-chested schoolgirls were in a 
bedroom, cuddling on a large bed, both boys with their hands inside the 
blouses of the girls. Both girls were smiling, talking in a foreign 
language. The film focused on one stunningly pretty blonde girl and her 
partner as she rubbed his trousers, pulling down his zip expertly while 
kissing him passionately.

Within seconds she had his thick cock out of his trousers, sliding down 
to take it in her mouth as she turned her face so that the camera could 
show the purple end disappearing into her mouth and pushing out the 
side of her cheek with each stroke. The poorly cut film jumped to a 
scene of the blonde, who had no breasts except for two slightly 
enlarged nipples. She unbuttoned her blouse and allowed the boy to 
remove her jeans as she lay back on the bed, smiling in anticipation. 
The boy kissed her thighs, spreading her legs to allow him to kiss her 
vagina through her knickers.

Nikki was enthralled as she unwound her legs and leant against Mike. 
Lauren pushed her head backwards as she sensed the two children behind 
her becoming more intimate. Mike put his left hand on Lauren's head and 
the other on Nikki's thigh, slowly working towards her vagina which had 
been wet for almost half an hour. The boy on the screen now had his 
tongue under her knickers, running up and down her hairless pussy as he 
held her bottom in his hands. Nikki pulled her T-Shirt over her head, 
not waiting for anyone to help her, and pulled Mike towards her 
breasts, guiding him until he had her nipple in his mouth, sucking 
nosily above the moaning from the film. She spread her legs and put her 
feet on the sofa, as she directed Mike to the floor. Lauren moved to 
the side as he took her right knee while Lauren held the other. Mike 
felt her hand on his head as she pulled him between her legs, pulling 
his face into her wet pussy, rubbing his nose against her clitoris and 
causing the fleshy hood to rise up to reveal her little pink bud.

Lauren maintained her hold on Nikki's knee while pushing her left hand 
under her bottom, seeking out her anus and hoping to push her thumb 
into her vagina at the same time. Through Nikki's half opened eyes she 
saw the girl in the film push her knickers to her knees as her young 
man entered her and the camera zoomed into close-up. As Mike found her 
clitoris, Lauren also managed to enter her anus, pushing hard at first, 
but using less pressure as the tight channel relaxed to welcome her. 
Nikki gripped the back of her legs, pulling her feet off the sofa as 
she started to breath quickly, her face reddening as she saw the boy 
stroking in, out, in, out, the end of his cock visible on each stroke 
as it parted her pussy lips and sank back to her obvious delight.

Lauren felt Nikki's anus contract as she bucked harder and harder, 
causing the finger in her anus to move as she demanded. She let out a 
long loud moan as she pulled her legs as wide as possible, milking the 
tongue on her clitoris and the fingers inside her for every drop of 
pleasure that was to be found. Mike kissed his sisters thumb, still 
inside her tight hole and was amazed to see a string of saliva and cum 
stretch between Nikki's clitoris and his tongue as he pulled away. 
Lauren slowly removed her hand as Nikki curled up on the sofa with her 
arms round her knees, naked and satisfied.

As the film continued, Lauren and Mike sat side by side on the floor, 
watching as the boy withdrew and came over the little girls stomach and 
chest. In the background it looked like the other couple were entangled 
in a sixty-nine position so that the girl could see the cum shooting 
over her friend. Suddenly, the phone rang, causing Lauren to scramble 
for the remote control and freeze the picture of a cock dripping with 
cum. She picked up the phone.

"Hello? Oh hi, just a minute" said Lauren, glancing at Nikki. "It's 
your Mum!"

Nikki reached over and took the phone, pulling the chord so that she 
had to move as little as possible.

"Mmm? Now? Oh, can't I do it later?......Please? ....... Oh, OK, I'll 
be there in about ten minutes," said Nikki returning the phone to 
Lauren, "I have to go, my Mum needs help for tonight, and I did promise 
to help. But not this damn early! Sorry!"

Nikki grabbed her T-Shirt and pulled it over her head, as Mike and 
Lauren took their glasses into the kitchen. Nikki wandered upstairs to 
dress as Lauren took her habitual position on the bar stool, pulling 
her T-Shirt down to cover her thighs.

"Shall I take the video away? asked Nikki poking her head round the 
door.

"Might as well, we can always see the rest some other time" said Lauren 
with a sense of relief.

Nikki gathered her things, gave each of them a quick hug and mentioned 
that she would try and see them the next day. As she closed the door, 
Mike smiled at Lauren and leant against the worktop next to her.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit strange today" has asked, frowning 
slightly.

"Oh, I'm OK, just didn't really like that part of the film, you know." 
she said, looking at her knees.

"You seemed a bit quiet before the film, I thought"

"I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately. Especially since you've 
come back home. I'm so pleased you're here" she said, tears welling up 
in her eyes. "You're so good to me, and it's really great that we can 
be like this" she said, looking down at his rising cock. She gently 
took it in her hand, running her hand down and underneath his balls. 
Mike moved round to stand in front of her, gently easing her knees 
apart as he ran his hands along her thighs.

"Your hair is growing back again"

"I know, it itches sometimes"

"Have to get rid of it again"

"Not yet. I'll leave it a while" said Lauren, feeling his warm cock 
expanding within her hand, straightening as she moved her fingers 
delicately along its length. "God, it's stiff already" she said, 
touching the top of his cock with her fingers. She continued, 
mesmerised by the sight of his erection, flattered by the feeling of 
total trust they shared, warmed by the closeness of his body.

"Mike, something happened to me a couple of days ago, at a girl's 
house. I have to tell you."

"What, are you OK?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"Course! She made me feel so good. She sort of, just, I don't know, 
just loved me. It's difficult to describe. It was so easy, and slow and 
.. It was like pure luxury, just for an hour or two."

"Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter. I sort of knew her from a while ago, but I went to 
her house and we talked so much that it just seemed OK, you know?" she 
said, looking up at him.

"Better than with boys?"

"I don't know" she said, looking back down. Mike's cock had the tiniest 
trace of cum which Lauren's hand spread around, pulling the foreskin 
down slightly as he pushed himself closer to her. She looked up into 
his eyes, his hands moving up from her waist to her head, taking her T-
Shirt off in one movement. They embraced. Lauren put her hands around 
his neck, pulling him closer to her as their tongues met, his hands now 
finding her taught nipples and massaging them with his thumbs. They 
kissed, her legs holding him tighter in their grip as his cock now 
touched her body. She broke away from his embrace reluctantly.

"She washed me in the bath and lay me down on her bed, and when I came 
I thought I was having a heart attack or something."

"Lori, but that's lovely"

"Is it?" She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at his huge cock in 
her hand. "I want to experiment, but part of me says it's wrong. I'm so 
confused. I should be looking out for boyfriends, not girlfriends!"

"Are you seeing her again?"

"Probably" She felt his cock pulse from the base, jerking upwards as it 
expanded in girth. She peeled the foreskin back slowly, watching as it 
revealed the width of the bulb and then continued without her 
assistance until the complete, throbbing end was exposed. It shone in 
the kitchen lights. "I want to wash you" she said, rubbing a finger 
between her pussy lips and bringing it back up for him to savour with 
his lips.

He looked at her for some time, watching her lean back on her elbows 
against the kitchen worktop, eyes closed. Her breasts flattened very 
slightly as her ribs showed through her young body, the brown wavy hair 
cascading down over her shoulders. He leaned forward as she brought her 
legs up around his waist, allowing him closer so that his cock rested 
on her stomach.

She looked up dreamily through half opened eyes, aware that he was only 
inches away from being inside her. She debated, slowly and rationally, 
what she wanted and what she would do. Lauren argued that she had seen 
him naked, had seen him having sex, for God's sake, had helped to make 
him come over her body. Moreover, she had teased and encouraged him in 
the kitchen for some time and had to do something. Only a small feint 
voice reminded her of the boyfriend she had found, of moral standards 
and future problems that intimacy might bring. The feeling of the base 
of his cock rubbing over her clitoris made up her mind. She reached out 
and pulled him towards her, closing her eyes again as his lips touched 
her own. She felt him pushing her hard against the worktop as his 
weight flattened her taught nipples and his warmth confirmed she had 
made the correct decision.

Without waiting for his response, she slipped off the stool from 
underneath him and disappeared upstairs. Mike heard her turn on the 
bathwater before entering the toilet. He gulped down a mouthful of 
lemonade and waited for the sound of her footsteps, anxious to go 
upstairs only when she was ready. He sat on her stool, his cock bobbing 
slowly as the blood coursed through his veins. The dull ache that had 
been simmering previously now became true pain. His rock- hard manhood 
throbbed with every heartbeat, sending signals each time as though some 
sort of overload had been reached. He took his foreskin and pushed it 
back over the bulging head as far he could, playing for a while with 
the stickiness that he found at the tip. He realised that he had never 
been this huge before, and wrapped his hand around his shaft to record 
it's size. He returned his attention to the tip of his cock, spread the 
sticky liquid around, and tasted it to satisfy his curiosity before 
wiping his fingers on his leg.

He understood what she wanted, had no doubts about what it would lead 
to, and as he walked to the kitchen door, felt in his heart that he 
could find no wrong in their intentions.

Within ten minutes, he was sitting in the perfumed bathwater, his back 
to the taps, looking at his sister as she washed her hands in the 
bubbles.


Chapter 12b "If you stand up I'll wash you first, then you do the same 
to me, OK? Mike stood, his cock jutting out proudly from his stomach, 
his balls hanging loosely down beneath. Lauren took the soap and knelt 
in front of him, pulling his foot onto her thigh. She soaped in between 
his toes, up to his knees and around the back of his shins, noticing 
how much firmer his legs were than Kristal's, and how many hairs he had 
already. She turned her attention to the other foot, repeating the 
ceremony and then continuing up his thighs, around to his bottom and 
finishing with his balls in her hand. With a flannel, she rinsed him 
down, pleased to see the veins in his cock thumping as the blood 
provided the strength she yearned for inside. As she soaped the other 
thigh, she took his cock and rubbed the bar of soap over the bulbous 
end, pulling his foreskin down gently and running the soap all the way 
around. Mike held on tightly to her head and the wall, willingly moving 
his left foot onto the edge of the bath when guided by his naked little 
sister. She pushed the soap between his legs, lathering his anus until 
the soap felt sticky and dry. Wetting her hands, she dropped the soap 
and took his cock in both her hands, rubbing slowly the slick length of 
his shaft. She continued for several minutes as Mike moaned contentedly 
with his eyes closed. Lauren turned him round and asked him to kneel 
down, head low and bottom up to expose his anus. "What for?" he asked 
"I'm going to clean all of you, all over" "No, this is weird" protested 
her brother "Hey, honest, it's nice. Please?" Reluctantly, he bent down 
and knelt as she had asked, She massaged the area with soap, ensuring 
that he understood her intentions. Very slowly, she inserted her wet 
soapy finger into the hole, pulled it out, rinsed it and repeated her 
actions. His hole relaxed, allowing her slippery finger uncontended 
access to the tight chamber. Lauren was careful not to take him too 
far, and sensing that he must be somewhere on the way to coming, she 
stopped and whispered to him. "Now it's my turn. Slowly and gently." 
Mike turned to face her, pulling her to her feet as he found the soap 
and, slightly self-consciously, lathered his hands. He washed her feet 
in turn, moving up to her thighs and covering her pubic area generously 
with soap. Lauren was pleased that he was in no rush, and that he was 
taking care to feel his way around her body and explore the centres of 
pleasure. He made no attempt to push a finger into her vagina, but 
instead turned her round away from him. Lauren leant on the end of the 
bath, her little breasts squashed against the cold surface, her bottom 
up in the air, demanding attention. Mike rubbed the bar of soap through 
the valley between her cheeks, dropped it and massaged the area to 
ensure the hole was slippery. He placed his left hand on her back and 
slid his index finger in less than an inch. Lauren gripped the bath 
tightly, turning her head to one side on the bath, eyes closed, mouth 
open as she murmured encouragement. He pushed harder, watching his 
finger disappear into his sister in a wondrous sight that caused a 
little cum to appear again on his cock. With all the time in the world, 
he copied her actions exactly, cleaning his finger and making sure it 
was slippery before reinserting it, feeling as he did the walls of 
muscle inside her gripping him so tightly that he thought he might be 
trapped. When he was sure that she was clean, he removed his finger and 
massaged the cheeks of her bottom. "Let the water out?" she asked. 
Taking a towel, she placed it over the end of the bath, turned and 
leaned back, watching his cock glistening with soap as the water 
gurgled away. "There's some oil by the sink, can you get it please?" 
Mike flipped the cap and passed the bottle to her. As he sat back down 
between her feet and faced her, he pushed his own legs alongside her. 
She squirted a little oil over each breast, massaging it over her skin 
with the palm of her hand. She then led a thick trail of oil from her 
stomach to her thighs and back up over her vagina, allowing it to drip 
between her pussy lips, down over her clitoris and disappear into the 
pink folds of her protruding inner lips. Her fingers moved sensuously 
from her breasts, over her stomach to disappear with the lovely liquid 
between her long legs. She passed him the bottle and closed her eyes, 
her stomach trembling as she waited for his touch. "More" Mike sat up, 
allowing Lauren to part her legs slightly more. He held the bottle over 
her vagina and squeezed as the clear oil drenched her pussy, collecting 
around her bottom, making the floor of the bath slippery. He rubbed the 
oil over her inner thighs, moving slowly towards her vagina as his 
fingers ensured that every inch of her skin was slippery and oiled for 
action. She looked at him through half- opened eyes. "Let me see you 
rub it on your cock" she commanded. Blissfully obeying her orders, Mike 
got to his knees, held the bottle at the top of his cock and squeezed, 
watching the little river run from the knob, down underneath his cock 
and disappear within the hair around his balls. After another squirt, 
he took his cock in his hand and pulled the foreskin down, rubbing the 
knob again with his thumb, noting the wondrous shine and the way the 
veins bulged at the heightened sensitivity of his tool. Lauren moved 
her feet so they were resting on the edges of the bath, reaching out 
for his cock as she slid slightly deeper into the bath. She guided him 
towards her gaping pussy, allowing the tip of his cock to rest at her 
entrance for only a second before she slid further. Mike dropped the 
bottle and carefully balanced himself as he withdrew almost all the way 
and then pushed back in. Lauren held his arms as she stared at him 
wide-eyed, his powerful cock filling her with warmth beyond all her 
fantasies. He thrust even deeper as she felt the ribbed veins of his 
cock meet the tiny ripples inside her and when he stopped slipping into 
her she realised that he had encountered her virginity. He looked at 
Lauren in amazement. "Lori. You're sure you want to do this?" Smiling, 
Lauren sighed and slid quickly down as her feet left the sides of the 
bath. She felt the slightest twinge as he plunged hard into her, the 
pubic hair from his balls covering most of her pussy. He took up the 
rhythm again, without any rush, stroking in and out as he looked at his 
sister below, the expression on her face changing from surprise to 
pleasure. The oil spread over their limbs as their excitement grew, and 
Lauren wrapped her silky legs around his back, pulling him tighter into 
her, his cock growing noticeably in length and girth. Lauren held on 
for her life as the thrusting increased in pace, her face now sweaty 
and her legs aching from their task of helping her brother thrust 
deeply into her pussy. She was groaning now, as Mike plunged in and 
out, changing the length of his stroke, withdrawing until he was fully 
out and then spearing her unmercifully, as he lowered himself slowly, 
pushing her knees into her chest. Pounding rapidly, Lauren felt her 
orgasm building, felt him expanding again and heard both of them 
breathing quickly in time with the cock that ground into her 
relentlessly. He leaned forward to kiss her ear and as he worked his 
way round to her lips with his tongue she came, screaming as patterns 
of light sparked behind her eyes and her legs muscles froze in place. 
Her throat and mouth went dry as her lungs refused to draw breath and 
she saw him still thrusting into her, faster and faster. As the wave of 
orgasm passed over her, he came violently, jerking so hard that she was 
pushed hard against the bath. She felt the warm flood of semen shooting 
inside her as he stopped, his arms holding her so tightly that she 
thought would suffocate, until he started pumping slowly, moaning as he 
came and came inside her sweet hot body. Lauren slowly unwrapped her 
legs and noticed the pain in her muscles as she released her grip on 
his arms. Her brother lay heavily on top of her, still nestling into 
her ear as they both rolled onto their sides, his cock still pulsing 
inside her. Their hair was matted in sweat and oil, and stuck to the 
sides of the bath as they caught their breath and savoured the glow 
within. Lauren reached down between her legs as if to confirm that 
there really was a cock in her pussy and wrapped her fingers round the 
base of his shaft. She noted that his balls had disappeared inside him, 
leaving crinkled skin where they had been minutes before. Gently, and 
under a little protest from his sister, Mike moved down towards the 
taps, leaving her feeling empty and alone as her lips let go of their 
prisoner and retreated within. "Help me up, please?" she asked, holding 
out her hand to him as he stood up. Mike took her hand and steadied her 
as she ensured that her legs would indeed hold her. She wrapped a towel 
round herself and stood on the bathmat as Mike cleaned himself quickly 
with a flannel, sensitive to her body language that asked to be alone. 
He left as she stared at the mirror, anxious to see if she looked any 
different. With the exception of a sweaty face and messy hair, Lauren 
decided that there was no difference that anyone would notice. 
Internally, though, she knew that she would never be the same, a view 
hastily confirmed as she felt a trickle down her leg. She ran her hand 
over her vagina, and was not suprised to see a thick white liquid mixed 
with heavy traces of blood on her fingers. She raised her fingers to 
her mouth, looking closely at the mixture before smelling it and 
finally tasting it with the tip of her tongue. She smiled at her 
experiences of the past few days, at her discoveries and the growing 
feeling that being a teenager was going to be fun.


Chapter 13 Wednesday 29th July Lauren sat slumped in the lounge 
watching television. She and Nikki had just had tea, hurriedly again as 
Nikki had to get back home to help her mother. Lauren thought it was 
about time they had tea at her place, even if she had to take some food 
round there herself. Nikki's mother was an incurably hopeless cook, and 
Lauren often joked that she should be presented with a certificate 
titled `Master Tin-Opener'. She wondered what she should do the next 
day, Thursday. Mike had again gone to stay with Patrik, she didn't want 
to start her summer project as that would have spoiled her holiday. 
When the phone rang, Lauren hardly heard it above the television. 
Whenever anyone called for her it was almost always Nikki so she was 
unprepared as she picked up the phone. "Hi, what's up?" she asked "It's 
me, Jim, how are you? I know I promised to call sooner but I've had to 
do so much at home" he said, realising that she was expecting someone 
else. "Oh Hi!" shouted Lauren, her heart beating wildly as relief 
flooded over her with the realisation that Nikki had lost her bet about 
whether he would call her. "I'm fine, fine!" "I haven't seen you for 
ten days, four hours and twenty-seven minutes, you know" he said. 
"Silly!" "What are you doing tomorrow midday? Am I allowed to take you 
to the cinema? I'll bring you back before sundown!" he said. Lauren 
could hear him smiling. If he had asked her to go to Timbuktu she would 
have said yes. She was aware of her mother in the kitchen and turned 
her back so that she didn't hear. "Great, what's on? she asked, 
thinking about what she had to wear in her wardrobe. She didn't think 
that she had anything pretty that was clean. "Don't know. We'll see 
when we get there. See you then?" he asked, signing off. "Yeah, 
tomorrow. Thanks." replied Lauren as she heard the click. She had 
wanted to talk longer. She had wanted to talk all night, but she would 
have to wait for tomorrow. Lauren felt that she did have a good memory, 
but at times it seemed that things went in and couldn't be found again. 
So when her mother asked where she and this mystery Jim were going, it 
took a little while to come up with the word `cinema'. Further 
questioning revealed `midday tomorrow', but that was it. Lauren didn't 
know where he lived, how old he was, which cinema he meant, what they 
were going to see and most importantly, of course, what she was going 
to wear. Whether these facts were at some time in her head she didn't 
know, or care. When she called Nikki she could remember even less, just 
that she was seeing him tomorrow and that was it. Lauren buzzed around 
the house like a mini-whirlwind, washing, drying and ironing until she 
went to bed at about ten o'clock. She didn't sleep until after one 
o'clock in the morning, not because she spent time running her fingers 
between her legs while fantasising about Jim, but because she had never 
been so excited in her life. End of Chapter 13

Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (14/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: 
Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Date: 18 Jul 1997 
16:54:08 GMT --------

 Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The 
following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by 
some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse 
by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters 
deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no 
further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and 
characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage 
similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a 
warning.

The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material 
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is 
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 14 Thursday 30th July 
Jim was waiting for her, as planned, outside the cinema. Lauren 
realised eventually, and told her mother, that there was only one 
cinema now in town. Her mother had checked the film schedule and warned 
her not to see `Stabbing Frenzy', especially not on a first date. She 
had also given her twenty francs and strict instructions to be back 
before it got dark. That was only after they had finished a heated 
debate about what she should wear. Her mother thought she had won by 
convincing Lauren to wear a smart, pale yellow dress, rather than jeans 
and a T-Shirt. Lauren had objected until the threat of reduced cinema 
money, and had then given way. Lauren thought too that the dress was 
probably the better bet, especially as she thought she had reasonable 
legs and had some shoes with a heel that would show off their shape. 
But to agree publicly would have been in poor taste. She swirled past 
her mother at the front door, listened to the regular warning about 
strange men, being home on time and telephoning if in trouble, and then 
skipped down to the bus stop. Jim bought their tickets (after mild 
protest from Lauren) and they entered the second part of the cinema 
where an action film was showing that promised to have all the basic 
ingredients they needed, such as a little intrigue and suspense. In 
addition Lauren wanted something with romance in it and a happy ending, 
not that she shared these thought with Jim. He, however, had 
alternative ideas. "If it doesn't have twenty-seven car chases then 
it's not a good film" he stated matter-of-factly. "Do you think `The 
Pirateers' is going to have many?" asked Lauren rhetorically, smiling 
as they sat down towards the back of the cinema. They engaged in small 
talk for a while during the adverts, leaning closer to each other. Once 
the film had started, Lauren thought she had lost her man for the 
duration, but he was attentive, checking she was still alive every ten 
minutes. Lauren didn't find it very interesting, but wouldn't have left 
for the world. Quite naturally, they both happened to turn to each 
other after about an hour at the end of an action packed scene. They 
were leaning towards each other and Lauren's lips parted. Jim drew her 
towards him and gently kissed her lips, sending a bolt of excitement 
through her which left her hands and toes tingling. He smiled and 
turned back to the film, taking her hand in his. The rest of the 
picture was lost on Lauren as she basked in her conquest. Outside, they 
walked through the streets and into the small park on the south of the 
town. Arm in arm, they wandered along the pathway, passing the ducks 
and willow trees on the edge of the pond until they sat down in the 
long grass by a tree and watched the world go by. "Oh, I spoke to my 
aunt. I told her you were beautiful and a perfect model. She'd like to 
see you!" said Jim, turning to Lauren. "You didn't!" "I did. Really, 
she would like to see you. Even if she can't use you it would be fun to 
have your picture taken in a real studio, eh?" "Well....when?" "How 
about Sunday afternoon. She's got a cancellation at two thirty but we 
have to check just before we leave" Lauren asked more questions than 
Jim had answers, but generally she was satisfied, not just that it 
seemed real, but that she would be able to get out of the house that 
afternoon if her parents were at home. They confirmed they would meet 
at the train station at about midday so that they could find some lunch 
before the ride to his aunt's. Lauren was so excited about the 
prospect. She was even happier when she caught sight of a schoolfriend 
walking in the park with her parents, and made every effort to ensure 
she was recognised with her man. That made it a perfect day. Lauren 
leaned back beside the tree gazing up at the leaves above her as the 
heady scent of the meadow carried her off into her world of dreams. She 
was aware of Jim laying beside her, tickling her lips with a long stalk 
of grass. She felt his arm

slide across her stomach, pulling her towards him, and allowed his 
hands to stray along her arm. He leaned over her, his happy face 
smiling down as she took his hand in her own. Leaning down, he kissed 
her gently on the lips. Her heart beat so loudly that she thought he 
would notice, the force of the blood drumming in her ears as her 
teenage dreams of romance, princes and knights in shining armour seemed 
to come true. She knew that if she could have bottled the moment up, 
she would have done so and labeled it `My first love in the long grass 
by the lake'. But not if that had meant missing even a second of its 
intimacy. He slid down next to her. She turned towards him and felt his 
warm breath on her face and wallowed in the security that his strong 
arm provided. She nestled against him, her eyes closed. Their embrace 
grew more intense as their hands explored, Jim's resting momentarily on 
her small breasts as he pulled her towards him. Opposing forces inside 
her mind battled against each other, alternately suggesting that she 
lay back on the grass and enjoy, while an equally strong voice 
counseled her to wait until she knew him better. The voice of 
compromise won the day. She enjoyed once more the feeling of a boys 
hand on her chest as he played with her nipple through her bra, and 
then sat up, brushing the grass from her clothes. They stood and parted 
with another longer, more passionate kiss which left her breathless and 
counting the minutes until their next encounter. She was brought back 
to earth with a thump when she returned home, braving intense 
questioning from Mike and her mother about her `boyfriend'. Her mother 
eventually smiled, pleased with the new radiance in her daughter, and 
the obvious effect the young man was having on her. She couldn't 
remember when she had seen Lauren take so much care of herself. End of 
Chapter 14

Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (15/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: 
Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Date: 18 Jul 1997 
16:55:56 GMT --------

 Lauren Gisal

****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****

The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive 
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later 
chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material 
then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of 
the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or 
encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves 
as a warning.

The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material 
on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is 
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.


Chapter 15

Sunday 2nd August

The bus arrived at the town terminus at exactly midday, the air brakes 
hissing as it lurched to a halt. Lauren was disappointed to note that a 
brief shower that had threatened all morning had picked the same moment 
to arrive in town. She looked through the windscreen as she made her 
way to the door, trying without success to catch a glimpse of her man 
at the railway station across the road. As she left, she opened the 
umbrella and skipped over to the station.

She found Jim leaning against the wall, sheltering from the shower that 
was gaining in force, water splashing off the cobbled streets onto her 
legs. Sandals, she decided, looked a little out of place. They kissed 
timidly, providing the reassurance that Lauren needed, and indicating 
that their parting embrace in the park had left Jim wanting more just 
as she did. He looked at her and smiled, noting that she had chosen to 
wear a pale blue summer dress with a floral pattern, trimmed with lace 
around the hem, giving a picture of healthy innocence as the dress 
swirled out from her shapely legs when she turned. They walked together 
under the umbrella, away from the station and up the deserted main 
shopping street, gazing in windows and chatting about what they would 
buy if they had the money. Lauren relaxed noticeably, surprised again 
that walking and talking with a boy was so simple, and all those first 
lines and wise remarks that she had rehearsed so often in her mind (and 
in front of the bathroom mirror) were unnecessary and would even have 
been considered out of place. The shower abated as steam rose off the 
pavement, heavy drips falling from the tiled roofs of the buildings. 
The main street was colourful, with flags of each of the cantons 
sprouting from the shops along with their coats of arms.

Jim led her into a small cafe on the west side of the street, open 
despite the Sunday regulations that forbade trade. They took a table in 
the window where they were able to watch couples walking past, often 
hand in hand, themselves looking at the shops wondering what they might 
buy. Lauren felt she belonged in a restaurant now, rather than feeling 
self- conscious and out of place as she had before she met Jim. He 
ordered a dried beef salad and she chose the same, even though she 
would have loved to have tried the lasagna that was the special of the 
day.

Their conversation soon turned to the studio, and Jim confessed that 
the woman wasn't really his aunt, more like a friend of his family that 
they had adopted. She had built her photographic business up herself 
after leaving university, and had received much acclaim for her model 
portfolios from several of the larger fashion houses and glamour 
magazines. Even Vogue had run an article on her, depicting her tiny 
cottage industry struggling and winning against the major firms like a 
David and Goliath contest. Lauren listened in awe, convinced that she 
was not even going to have her photo taken when his aunt saw her, let 
alone model any clothes.

They ate in silence, Lauren taking tremendous care to justify his 
decision to bring her into the restaurant with her etiquette and 
impeccable table manners. After coffee he made a call to his aunt, 
letting her know that they would be at her station at about a quarter 
past two. They left and wandered over to the river at the end of the 
main street, leaning on the old railings to watch the ducks squabbling 
over the remains of bread left by a group of children, now disappearing 
with their parents towards the shops. Lauren could remember clearly the 
same outing with her parents and Mike, throwing huge chunks of old 
bread into the river, delighted as the ducks flew in over the water and 
landed in their ungainly way. They moved on, and in time their circuit 
of the town brought them back to the railway station, where they bought 
their own tickets to Thun and made their way over the bridge to the 
platform.

The train was almost empty as they boarded the carriage marked `2', 
finding a group of seats that they could have to themselves. Lauren sat 
by the window and watched the platform disappear as the train moved 
jerkily off towards the west. Jim sat next to her, looking also at the 
scenery and the magnificent mountains that formed a backdrop to the 
town. Jim noticed the cable car pulling out of the base station and 
pointed to it. Lauren turned and smiled, nodding. He took her hand 
lightly and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips. She 
returned his kiss, parting her lips slightly as she put her hand on his 
shoulder. Her heart beat quickly as the taste of the lunch returned and 
her hand slipped around to the back of his head, playing with his curly 
hair. He exhaled deeply, taken off guard by the passion that he had 
aroused in the girl, unprepared for her tongue as it flicked over his 
teeth and explored his mouth. Lauren fought her emotions, shouted at 
herself that this was a public train, and a boy she had known only a 
few hours. Moreover, it was a boy she wanted to see again. She wrestled 
with her desires until she broke his kiss, and flopped her head 
backwards against the seat. Jim swallowed visibly, suddenly a little 
unsure of himself. He eventually rested his hand on her knee, squeezing 
it occasionally to confirm his pleasure in being with her, rather than 
to try and resume their embrace.

Their journey continued, stopping twice at stations before Thun. Jim 
introduced Lauren to Marlene at the station exit, and chatted to his 
aunt as they drove off to her house. Lauren sat in the back, leaning 
forward to catch every word they said, gleaning little bits of 
information about Jim as they traveled out of the town and up the 
mountain. Lauren had been to Thun once before but had little idea where 
they were heading. She noted that the houses were quite grand, with 
their own large gardens and ornate shrubs and flower beds.

After ten or fifteen minutes, they pulled into the driveway of a three 
story brown chalet, with classic Swiss roof and balconies all round the 
upper floors. The garage door closed automatically behind them as they 
walked up the stairs into the house.

"Actually, this is my house, studio and holiday home, Lauren" said 
Marlene, guiding them through the hallway and into what appeared to be 
a reception area, much like an office suite. "I've done the downstairs 
as my studio, and the upper floors are just like a normal house. Saves 
taxes, you know!"

The reception area contained a formal office desk on the right, with a 
sofa opposite it. A door leading off the far end, marked `Dark Room' 
was closed. A sign above the door looked like it would say `Do Not 
Enter' when it was switched on. A coffee table stood by the sofa, built 
of solid wood and looked strong enough to jump on. The walls were 
crammed with photos of people of every age, some younger than Lauren, 
posing in every conceivable position. She was fascinated to see the 
covers of some famous magazines, including Paris Match, Bild, Vogue and 
Cosmopolitan.

Lauren liked her. She wore an orange shirt which looked too large, even 
with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and green corduroy trousers, 
which may have been the right size but were covered at the top by the 
cascading shirt. She moved quickly, but in a considered manner, showing 
them to seats and sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Now, my dear, I'm told you are the next Kate Moss! Is that true?"

"I don't think so" said Lauren, giggling.

"Well, let's have a look. Stand up my dear. Have you done any modeling 
before?

"No, none" she said, as Marlene turned her round.

"OK, then I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll show you the studio so that 
you

feel at home, and I'll see what catalogue work I need doing. I think 
you'll

be able to do some of it, and we can just stop when you've had enough. 
How does that sound?"

"That sounds great" she beamed, looking at Jim.

They went out of the office and crossed the hallway, entering through 
one of the two large doors that made up the entrance to the studio. 
Lauren saw nothing until the lights cracked on, and then the sheer size 
of the room struck her. It was all of the rest of the floor, plus, she 
thought, a lot more out of the back of the house. The roof was covered 
in a criss- cross of gantries and pulleys, from which lights hung 
pointing mainly to the right-hand side of the room which contained a 
small white door. Straight in front of her was the window, which look 
like they could be covered by black curtains. And on the left side was 
a sofa and dressing table with make up and lights surrounding a big 
mirror.

Lauren walked over to the right, noting that the floor changed texture 
from carpet to linoleum, and a number of backcloths hung against the 
wall. A simple stool and armchair were placed in the centre of what 
appeared to be the work area, with a pile of coloured cloths and robes 
piled up near the chair.

"I'll turn some soft spots on so you can get the feel. Walk around! 
Explore. Go on!" insisted Marlene.

Lauren walked over to the stool as the lights came up, her blue dress 
contrasted against the pale gray background of the cloth that hung 
against the wall.

"Hey, lovely, sit on the stool, let me see" shouted Marlene from over 
by the door. She walked over and looked at her for a moment. "OK, now, 
when you sit on a stool, make sure you don't look like you're going to 
the toilet. Sit as though you're riding bareback, and let your right 
leg follow your left. That's better!"

Marlene stood back, looked briefly and moved Lauren a little on the 
stool.

"Great, can you remember how to sit like that? Good, now, show me how 
you would sit in this armchair, and remember, make the pose 
interesting." she said, supporting her chin with her hand in a study of 
contemplation, as she watched Lauren move across the floor. She tried a 
number of poses from behind the chair as well as sitting down in it in 
a normal fashion, until she decided that she would put both legs over 
the arm and turn slightly to her left to face Marlene.

"Brilliant, that's lovely! I want you to turn your legs a little 
towards me. Don't forget that you legs are lovely and we all want to 
see them."

Lauren was flustered by her compliments. Marlene exuded enthusiasm and 
professionalism, and Jim was nowhere to be seen, and so her 
embarrassment turned slowly to pride as excitement and confidence 
bubbled within. She smiled into the bright lights, trying to discern 
the shape of Marlene in the glare.

"OK, if your fairly comfortable we should get on. Let's take a look at 
my run list in the office and my `ideas book'. Then we'll find some 
clothes for you to model." Marlene and Lauren found Jim in the office, 
waiting patiently on the sofa.

"Are you going to watch?" Lauren asked.

"I'd only get in the way"

"Nonsense. I'll tell you what", said Marlene, "Give us a few minutes to 
get into the swing, and then I'll find something that you can both 
model. How's that?"

"Oh, allright" said Jim, with mock displeasure.

Marlene brought a heavy photo album across to the coffee table and sat 
down with the children. She guided Lauren through the pictures, noting 
particularly successful models and also explaining why she felt some 
shots didn't work. She also brought out a catalogue to show them, 
indicating which of the photos were hers. Lauren was interested to know 
that while she remembered the technical details of the shoot, such as 
the film manufacturer, speed and lighting calculations, even 
compensation coefficients for the filters, she had no idea who had been 
wearing the clothes.

"OK, now how about we take it from here on my run list. Hardenberg sent 
me their spring collection and I demanded that they included assorted 
sizes this time so you'll be able to find something back there. She 
touched Lauren lightly on the arm. "My dear, the clothes are fabulous 
but the prices are so high that I can't see them selling. Anyway, they 
pay my bills! Come on, let's get to work!" she exclaimed, taking Lauren 
by the hand and showing her into the small unmarked door on the right 
of the studio.

The room was surprisingly large, possibly due to the mirror at the end 
which was obviously used as a dressing mirror. Five or six racks of 
clothes hung the length of the room, butting against the left hand 
side, with small chairs along the right-hand side. To the side of the 
end mirror was a shelf which had make-up on it, no doubt for touching 
up during changes of clothing. There were a number of cardboard boxes 
and wooden crates stacked tidily next to the door.

"Now, Lauren, we have to find the Hardenberg boxes, only their dress is 
hanging up. Here we are"! she said, opening a cardboard box and reading 
the packing list. "These are the jeans, their white blouse, something 
called `Chantilly Dreaming' and the fairy-tale dresses are here in this 
plastic cover. One of them should fit you. Oh, forgot the shoes, here 
they are. I think we should take some pictures of you in your dress to 
get you warmed up, how about that?"

"Yeah, that would be nice"

Marlene positioned Lauren on the stool again, pleased that she 
remembered how to pose. Marlene unpacked her camera and fixed it to the 
tripod. Lauren had difficulty seeing what was happening under the 
lights, but she felt so excited that she sat still, listening for 
instructions. She heard the sound of little motors whirring overhead, 
as the lighting changed. One major spot light shone on her, making her 
feel warm as she squinted in the glare.

"Look at the floor, pretend you're miserable."

A tiny flash! Her first picture. She bubbled inside looking up without 
waiting for the request.

"Look to your right, happy now. That's it. Hands on hips. Lovely. Hands 
behind you on your bottom as though in your jeans pockets. Great. Hands 
on your head. Great! OK, now stand beside the stool, one foot on the 
bottom rung. Great, Look left"

The flashes kept coming, Lauren happily losing count after about ten. 
She moved across to the armchair as requested, taking up her pose from 
earlier. Her dress rode up slightly higher this time revealing the back 
of her left thigh.

"Wonderful, very natural, relax a little more, sink into the chair as 
though you're watching television." Flash. "OK, now let's start on the 
list. First

we'd better do your makeup. I'll go and get Simone. She should be here 
by now." she said, showing her to the dressing table.

Marlene left the room as she sat down in front of the mirror and 
lights, closely examining her face with a look of professional 
detachment. She heard footsteps.

"Lauren, this is Simone who's my partner and helps with the studio. 
She'll do your makeup while I change film and get one other camera set 
up.

Lauren shook hands with Simone, trying to make out her features as her 
eyes adjusted from the lights.

"Hi."

"Lauren, isn't it? Let's have a look at you!

Simone stood behind her, looking at her face in the mirror as she held 
her hair back and arranged it in a number of different styles. Lauren 
could see

up to her shoulders and noticed she wore what looked to be a beautiful 
cotton blouse and skirt, both pale grey, with stockings. Her breasts 
looked full and her hands felt confident as she muttered to herself. 
Simone dealt with her eyes first, leaning down and moving close to 
Lauren's face as the subtlest of perfumes filled the air. She quickly 
made up her eyes, and turned her attention to her cheeks. Lauren 
watched Simone's face in the mirror, catching glimpses of what seemed 
to be an outrageously beautiful woman. Her long dark hair fell 
straight, shining and accentuating the clear lines of her face. As 
Simone stood sideways to her, she noted that her figure was a thin as 
her own, giving her breasts a new proportion.

"That should do. Now, just relax and enjoy yourself. Here's a drink to 
help you work." she said, offering her a glass of wine. Lauren really 
didn't want it but decided that she had better accept their hospitality 
as they were being so good to her. She clinked glasses and looked at 
Simone, able to confirm now that this girl was indeed a beauty, 
probably twenty- five or thereabouts, and elegantly dressed in a 
designer outfit. Marlene returned and approved of the new-look Lauren 
as she sat sipping from her glass.

"Now, white blouse and any skirt to start with. I'll only need the 
blouse for this shot. Want me to help you?"

"I'll be fine. I'll find you if there's a problem." said Lauren, 
certain that she wanted to be on her own when she tried on the 
different sizes of clothes.

"OK, see you in a minute, I'll be here".


Chapter 16

Sunday 2nd August

Lauren entered the clothes room, closing the door behind her. She 
walked to the end and looked at herself in the mirror, delighted with 
her makeup from Simone and equally excited about the afternoon. She 
looked into the box, took out a white blouse, and held it against 
herself so she could gauge it's fit. The second one seemed about right, 
so she dropped it on the chair, glanced at the door, and after kicking 
off her sandals, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. She 
could see her little naked breasts in the mirror and white knickers, so 
cheap and crude in comparison to the look and feel of the clothes she 
was about to wear. She felt rich, opulent even, as she pulled on the 
blouse and fastened the buttons. It fitted well, and finding a skirt on 
the nearest rack, she dressed and left the room.

She looked around the studio, walking in the direction of the dressing 
table. She scanned the room and noted that it was deserted. She helped 
herself to the drink that had been refilled, and wandered slowly over 
to the two cameras now set up, pointing to the brightly lit central 
area. Two white umbrellas had been mounted on tripods either side of 
the cameras, with a small spot providing a visible circle of bright 
light on the floor in front.

Marlene strode back into the room. "Hey, that looks fine! Not too big 
is it?" she asked, effervescing with enthusiasm.

"It feels great. It's so comfortable" replied Lauren, feeling the 
material on her arms.

"Good, let's get cracking then. Take a seat on the stool, usual pose to 
start with."

And so Lauren sat while her picture was taken, not once or twice as she 
had expected, but at least ten times in a couple of different poses. It 
was a painless pleasure, sitting there in her expensive clothes, 
surrounded by the accouterments of the jet-set. She returned to the 
room to exchange her skirt for a pair of jeans. As she unzipped the 
skirt she smiled to herself, reveling in her moment of stardom and 
running her hand across her chest as she experimented with the feel of 
the material against her nipples. Her right hand moved between her legs 
and withdrew, confirming the beginnings of the tell-tale dampness that 
nowadays was an indicator to Lauren that her dreams and fantasies were 
mingling with reality. The second pair of jeans fitted superbly, 
pronouncing the young curves of both her buttocks and her thighs. Still 
leaving her sandals in the corner, she left the room to find her glass 
beside the stool.

"Hey, now they fit fine! Allright, standing by the stool. Great. That's 
it ......." And so it continued. Marlene enthused over everything, 
making Lauren more and more confident. She lost herself under the 
lights, barely hearing the instructions from behind the camera, 
dreaming that she was lying up in the mountains in the sun, watching 
the clouds cling to the snowy peaks of her wonderful country.

"Lauren? Lauren? Wakey wakey! Next change. Try and find white shoes and 
the white fairy-tale dress. You might also put on the knickers marked 
GK0012 to save time. Got that?"

Lauren floated back into the clothes room and took off the jeans and 
blouse, carefully folding them on the chair. She rummaged through the 
box until she found the knickers, and unwrapped a pair of shoes that 
promised to be a reasonable fit. She then removed the cover from the 
dress in her size and felt it's silky texture, noting that it had 
layers of petticoats underneath that gave it a great deal of volume. It 
fitted like a dream, zipping up snugly to hug her upper body, while 
hanging loosely below. She took the knickers and brought them up to her 
face, feeling their softness and inspecting the embroidery that no 
doubt contributed to the price. Facing the mirror she removed her own 
knickers, leaving them on the chair, and pulled on the Hardenberg pair. 
They too fitted well, and she hiked up the dress to take a closer look. 
Lauren stepped into the shoes which had generous heels, and took a 
final look at herself before she left the room, beaming.

"Oh wow, that's really something. You look like an angel my dear. Take 
a seat in the armchair." Lauren floated back into her pose, legs draped 
over the arm of the chair, and turned to where should through the 
camera was positioned. Marlene took several photos, asking her to move 
slightly now and then.

"Don't you feel sexy in their clothes? I guess that's what you pay for, 
isn't it?" said Marlene, flashing away.

"I feel like a million dollars. God, I'd love this dress!"

"Where would you wear it?

"Oh, some desert island as I walked along the sand."

"With a young boy on your arm and the sun shining down on you, the 
waves washing your feet as the spray tingles on your lips?"

"Yeah, oh yeah!" laughed Lauren at the excessive imagery, her thoughts 
as usual needing only a little push before they left her present 
surroundings for imaginary destinations.

Lauren felt so warm under the lights, and so comfortable in the chair 
that she thought she might like to curl up and sleep. She wondered 
where Jim was and remembered that he was supposed to be part of this 
session.

"Let's do the knickers quickly, you don't have to change. Just stand 
up, and take the dress way up as high as it will go. I just need to see 
from the waistband down to mid-thigh." said Marlene, watching Lauren 
rise slowly. Lauren pulled the dress up high, almost covering her face, 
as she heard Marlene ask her to bring her legs together, then slightly 
apart, and then to return to the armchair. "Now, sit straight in the 
chair, open your legs and put your hands on the dress, between your 
knees. Look up!" There was a flash. "Want to do a sexy one?"

"Like what?" asked Lauren keenly.

"Like that, but bring your dress out from under your bottom so that 
it's all behind you, and move the front of the dress so I can see your 
legs. That's good, move the dress further back, I need to see the 
knickers. Lovely." Flash. "OK, slide down in the seat, legs still 
apart, lots of knickers, and..." Flash. "There, that was good. Sexy 
shots are fun sometimes, they help to amuse everyone and relieve the 
boredom of doing thirty pairs of black shoes or something like that. 
I'll find Jim and he can stand next to you in his evening outfit. Same 
designer, same price!"

And with that, she left. Lauren let her dress fall back down a little 
towards her knees, looking towards the door for her young man. She had 
waited for less than a minute when he came over to her and knelt beside 
the armchair. Lauren smiled warmly as he kissed her left arm, offering 
the glass of wine to her. They toasted each other, glad to be alone. 
She approved of the black tuxedo jacket and trousers that he had on, 
although she thought he might have found a tie to go with the formal 
dress shirt. Even though, she thought he looked wonderful as he knelt 
beside her.

"Marlene has had to go to the station with Simone to collect more 
stuff. Seems stupid to deliver it on Sundays. They really do seem to 
work so hard, those two" said Jim, "But she said she'd print some of 
the pictures if she had time and let you take a look. And ....." he 
trailed off, his tone requesting that she finish the sentence.

"And what?" asked Lauren, looking at him in mock suspicion.

"She's going to pay you!"

"What, I haven't done anything!" she exclaimed.

"She's grateful, it means she can get the Hardenberg prints out early 
next week, ahead of schedule."

Lauren looked at his kind round eyes, and emptying the glass, gave it 
back to him. She touched his face with her fingers, moving closer to 
him.

"Thank you. I've had a lovely time. It's all so new but so exciting. 
Did she tell you what we did?

"No"

"I don't know if I should tell you. It's so naughty!" giggled Lauren.

"Go on, tell me!" he said, pretending to bite her arm.

"She took some pictures of me - like sexy pictures - just for fun. I 
might let you see them." teased Lauren.

"I don't want to"

"Why?"

"The real thing is better!"

Lauren pulled him round the edge of the chair so that he knelt between 
her legs, making sure her dress was pulled down to cover her knickers. 
He rested his hands on her knees as she leaned forward to kiss him on 
the lips, taking his face between her hands. She felt his tongue, 
darting between her teeth, searching and probing as her pulse 
quickened. His hands moved down her legs to her shoes, caressing her as 
she responded urgently with her own tongue.

"Your legs are beautiful, Lauren. You look so good in these clothes."

She leaned back in the chair, pulling him with her as his hands went 
behind her bottom. Her neck bent so that her chin was close to her 
chest, causing Jim to rest on her as they continued to explore each 
other. She felt her legs being pushed wider by his body and brought 
them up onto the arms of the chair. They kissed for some time, hands 
roaming uncontrollably, his cock pressing hard against the chair while 
Lauren's pussy began to prepare for a welcome visitor.

"Are you sure they're out?

"Yeah, saw the car go off!" he said, without breaking contact with her 
lips.

Lauren ran her hands inside his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders. 
He shrugged it off, running his tongue from her lips to her ear lobe. 
She held his arms tightly, finding the new sensation unbearably 
sensuous as his tongue explored inside her ear. As if in need of any 
confirmation, she pulled him higher so that his trousers rested on her 
knickers, delighted to feel his stiff cock against her pussy and now 
determined to let it have it's freedom. Her hand ran down over her 
nipple and towards her vagina, as she rubbed herself with the back of 
her hand while trying to find his zip.

After a frantic and lengthy search, she found the metal tag and slowly 
pulled it down, the little vibrations adding to the pulsing of his 
weapon. The tip of his cock protruded from his underpants, and she 
undid the button on his trousers and let them to fall to his knees, 
allowing his cock to move more freely. She ran her thumb over the top, 
feeling the first slippery signs of the boy's cum.

Jim slid down her body, giving a little attention to her breasts 
through the dress as he headed for her knickers. He ran his hands under 
her bottom, so that combined with her legs over the arms of the chair, 
she provided him with a perfect view of her expensive lace knickers and 
taunted his imagination with what lay beyond. Without any hurry at all, 
he ran his tongue over her legs, moving slowly to her inner thighs as 
she held his head, ensuring that he didn't stray too far from her wet 
pussy. She could smell her own juices now.

The heavenly scent of a young girl mixed with expensive wine under the 
hot lights caused another small drop of cum to appear at the end of his 
cock. He moved deeper between her legs, licking now the edge of the 
knickers where it covered her wet sex, hardly daring to breath as he 
pulled the material away slightly and pushed his tongue underneath. 
Lauren could just imagine his reward, the sweet taste she had 
experienced with Nikki as he probed her outer lips and washed over the 
hood of her clitoris. He continued for several minutes, evoking groans 
of pleasure from his girl and causing her to grab hold of his curly 
hair, pulling him closer and closer into her. Her hand moved from his 
head down onto her stomach, rubbing lower and lower as her fingers 
disappeared into her lace underwear, meeting his tongue as she touched 
the little bud of her clitoris and exhaled deeply.

Jim read her thoughts, helping her pull down the knickers as her legs 
came together. He stopped her hand at her knees, gripping her legs with 
the other and bending down to lick her vagina and down towards her 
anus. Her sex was squeezed together by her legs, pushing her inner lips 
out into the open, just allowing him to reach her clitoris with his hot 
tongue. Saliva dripped from her, down both sides of her pussy lips and 
around her little brown hole. Jim followed the trail, licking gently 
until his tongue encountered her anus. He circled it teasingly, probing 
slightly each time, coaxing it to allow him to push further and sample 
the delights of the thirteen year-old beauty.

Lauren thought she couldn't take anymore without coming and decided 
that it was her turn to do some exploring. She lowered her legs, 
wrapping them around his neck, and pulled him towards her, watching the 
look of disbelief on his face as he covered himself in her juices. She 
sank lower in the chair until he realised that she wanted to lay on the 
floor. Breaking away from her lock, he took one of the floor covers and 
spread it beneath her, removing her knickers and pulling her further 
down until she lay on the ground, her dress falling down to cover her 
naked pussy. She reached out to him, pulling at his underpants until 
they freed his rampant cock, leaving him wearing only his white shirt 
and socks as he positioned himself between her legs, running his hands 
from her shoes over her knees and along her inner thighs, pushing 
outwards slightly as moved higher.

Lauren pulled him towards her, desperate to feel his cock inside and 
have him on top of her, pounding away as her first boyfriend made love 
to her. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully as she felt the tip of his 
cock teasing her, probing for the entrance to her warm haven. She took 
him in her hand and positioned him, opening her eyes to watch the 
lovely face of her boy as he entered her gently. She knew he was big, 
probably bigger than Mike, but was not prepared for the searing 
sensation that shot through her, causing a panic reaction within the 
pit of her stomach and alarm bells to ring in her head. She took hold 
of his cock as it sank back into her, and heightened her fears as she 
discovered there was even more waiting to enter. Her nails dug into his 
shoulders as her breathing quickened.

"So big, Jim, please be gentle" she panted, the words floating out of 
her mouth as she tried desperately to control her breathing.

He stroked slowly, lengthening now and then but never until the look on 
her face told him that she was ready. It was fully three minutes before 
he was able to push into her all the way, and Lauren's hands moved to 
his arms, revealing deep scratches on his body. Her legs were wide 
apart, her little bottom squashed by his weight, as he gradually 
increased his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before plowing back 
in to her, each stroke causing a muffled groan to come from deep inside 
her. Lauren wrapped her legs around his back, locking her white shoes 
together, pulling him in tighter to her now burning pussy as he placed 
his hands either side of her. Her stomach was turning somersaults, and 
she had a strange notion that she was either going to come explosively 
or she would be violently sick. The decision was made for her, as she 
felt her orgasm gathering strength, felt her vaginal muscles pulling 
him further in as her own juices flowed freely, his balls banging with 
a slap against her bottom. Lauren looked up and backwards, arching her 
back as she continued to hold him, listening to his grunting, just 
anxious now that he didn't stop but just kept pumping into her. His 
arms were locked straight, a pleasure machine, pumping, pumping, in and 
out as the sweaty sweet smell of sex engulfed her, pushing her to the 
precipice and over, drifting on a wave of ecstasy as it carried her off 
to another plane, causing her to loose all contact with the real world.

Wave after wave lapped against her, moving from her feet up her legs 
and through her sex until even the fingers on his arms tingled with 
pleasure. As she regained control of her limbs, she realised that he 
was approaching his own climax and so started bucking gently in time, 
giving him every encouragement so that he would fill her as she so 
dearly wished. His pummeling continued, reaching fever pitch until he 
withdrew and came in great spurts over her thighs and gaping pussy, 
spraying her with shot after shot of cum, his frame jerking in a fit as 
he emptied his pent-up lust over her. Slowly he managed to control his 
body as the spurts of cum became fewer and weaker. A little stream of 
cum had formed on her body that flowed over her pussy, traveling down 
slowly to her anus. Jim kissed the tiny strands of pubic hair, and 
watched his seed as it dripped over her clitoris and onwards towards 
the floor.

He moved to lie alongside her, kissing her lips as she kept hold of the 
dress, trying to prevent it sticking to her body. They smiled, happy to 
look again into each other's eyes.

"You could have done it in me, it's safe"

"I wasn't sure." He paused, pulling her closer to him and kissing her. 
"We ought to get cleaned up, I don't think we want to get caught just 
here!"

He wiped Lauren with the cloth from the floor so that she could stand 
up without ruining the dress and showed her to the toilet by the front 
door. Jim dressed and tidied the studio, making sure that everything 
was back in the right place. They finished just as Marlene and Simone 
returned, Marlene carrying more cardboard boxes of clothing while 
Simone brought up a small packet and some larger envelopes from the 
garage below. Jim offered to help and went below with Simone, while 
Lauren sat on the sofa, talking to Marlene.

"I have even more of the stuff now from them. What you modeled was only 
part of it. Oh! I must pay you and thank you" said Marlene, walking to 
the reception desk and taking out a small cash box.

"Honestly, I don't need paying, I really enjoyed it!" protested Lauren.

"Nonsense, here you are" she said handing her four hundred francs.

"This is so much! My parents will question me for a week if they find 
out!"

"Then do what other boys and girls do and keep the money here. Look!" 
she suggested, unlocking the large drawer to the desk. Lauren joined 
her and looked inside. There were several other tiny cash boxes with 
initials on them. Most of them were closed, but one or two were open 
and clearly empty. "What colour?"

"Blue, please"

"It's yours!"

Lauren put the money in the box, turned the key and put the box back in 
the desk.

"Keep the key. Then only you can get into it. I know how much should be 
there because I keep records of my costs. That way we won't go wrong."

As they closed the drawer. Lauren heard Jim talking on his way up.

"Were the others that good?"

"Shh" whispered Simone, as they gained the top step.

"What `others'?" asked Lauren.

"The other designer clothes" said Simone quickly. "Sometimes they rush 
them over to us half finished so we have to repair them or sometimes 
send them back." Lauren looked at her, noting the silent exchange that 
appeared to take place between Simone and Marlene.

"Now, Simone, be a dear and print off some of the photos from this 
afternoon, I'm sure Lauren is dying to see what she looked like!" said 
Marlene.

Simone smiled at Lauren as she opened the door of the darkroom, and 
disappear inside. The red light above the door came on, reminding 
everyone in the room: `Do Not Enter'. Lauren thought that Simone was so 
beautiful, even though she had not really had a chance to talk to her 
so far. She felt at ease with her as though she had met her before, 
although she was absolutely convinced that that was not the case. She 
glided about the room with such elegance and poise, her figure showing 
off her clothes perfectly, rather than the other way round, and she had 
long slender legs that other women spent their life dreaming about.

Marlene invited Lauren and Jim to join her for afternoon tea upstairs 
while they waited for the pictures to be printed and dried. Simone 
eventually joined them, announcing that the pictures were done and 
already mounted in an album in the reception area. Lauren was so 
excited, pushing the last of her sandwich into her mouth in an effort 
to return downstairs as soon as possible.

Marlene sat between Lauren and Jim on the sofa, with Simone sitting 
cross-legged on the floor in front of them all, as they looked at the 
first page, showing Lauren in her pale blue summer dress.

"You see, you look nervous here, you're sitting badly too. Even so, 
this is what I meant by your legs, see that they are placed perfectly, 
so that we know how big they are without being explicit. Nice dress, 
you know."

They turned the page.

"This is the one I like" said Simone, sitting up and pointing to a 
picture of Lauren standing next to the stool.

"Yes, but again, you look stiff, rather than natural. Don't worry, 
everyone does to start with. Again, your legs are excellent. I should 
have asked you to turn away from me a little to give an idea of the 
shape of your breasts."

Lauren looked at Marlene and then Simone. They were inspecting the 
photos from a purely aesthetic perspective, and she felt reassured 
about their treatment of her as a subject, even though she felt some of 
the criticism was likely to be unfair, given this was still her first 
attempt. Marlene turned the page as four more photos, at least ten 
inches by eight, showed her reclined on the armchair.

"This one is marvelous!" said Marlene. "You managed to say exactly what 
a dress manufacturer would want you to say, just with your face and 
body. See, you're relaxed, carefree, happy and dreaming slightly!" she 
said, pointing to the top right-hand photo. It showed Lauren looking 
into the distance, her dress high up her thigh without showing her 
knickers as her sandals dangled from her toes. Lauren smiled proudly, 
her earlier blushes fading.

Marlene turned the page, and gave her critique of the modeling of the 
jeans, blouse and knickers. "What about the two sexy shots?" asked 
Marlene.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted them" answered Simone, nodding at Jim.

"Lauren, do you mind if he sees them?"

"No, I don't think so. They were only for fun, right?"

"Sure, Simone, be a dear again, would you?"

She returned with two photos and lay them on the coffee table. Lauren 
stared at the photos of herself in the beautiful dress and knickers, 
then turned her gaze to the assembled audience to gauge their reaction. 
The pictures were not dirty as she had expected due to the soft 
lighting and a hazy effect that made them dreamy.

"This one is awful; this is OK, but nothing special." said Marlene. 
"The blues in this one are too high, in fact they all need a bit of 
colour correction to compensate for your skin colour. It's so difficult 
to do sexy pictures, you know. Look, both show your legs well, but the 
knickers here are all bunched up, and they're off centre over your 
vagina. Good finger direction here in this one." she said 
dispassionately. "Not to worry, they're fun pictures, that's all!"

"Hey, I think they look really great!" said Lauren, clearly pleased 
with herself.

"Don't get me wrong, they are good. If we do some more, Simone can help 
me to get you to pose and arrange your clothing properly."

Lauren couldn't believe that she had just seen two photos of her 
knickers, had someone discuss her vagina, and not felt the slightest 
embarrassment. She had found herself analysing the pictures in a 
similar manner to Marlene, recognising a number of the technical issues 
in the photos even though colour correction was too much to digest at 
the time.

As they congratulated each other on a good afternoon's work, Simone 
offered to drive them both to the station, so they could catch their 
train back home. Jim would be going in a different direction to his 
village but their trains left at almost the same time. Lauren and Jim 
thanked Marlene for their afternoon's entertainment, and joined Simone 
in the car. Lauren made a couple of attempts to engage Simone in 
conversation but with little success, although she did feel that Simone 
was genuinely happy to have spent her afternoon printing the films and 
reviewing the work.

At the station, they waved good-bye to Simone as they made their way 
through the ticket hall, onto the platform. Lauren could see her train 
approaching in the distance, and turned to Jim happily as they 
embraced. He promised to call, even to try and set up another photo 
session, if she wanted. Lauren bounded over the bridge, and took her 
seat on the train, waving good-bye as the train pulled out. She stood 
and pulled down the window to look out and wave again, but Jim had just 
turned and she watched him as he disappeared into the ticket hall as 
the train headed east.


Chapter 17

Wednesday 5th August

Lauren naturally spent the early part of the week bringing Nikki up to 
date with her exploits at the studio, revealing more and more of the 
details as Nikki subjected her to relentless questioning. In fact, by 
the end of Tuesday, Nikki said that the afternoon sounded like a story 
of fairy-tale romance; Champagne, bright lights and beautiful people. 
However, Lauren's narrative was enough to provide Nikki with a graphic 
picture of the afternoon and a noticeable damp spot between her legs as 
she sat crossed-legged on the bed in a very un-ladylike fashion. 
Clearly, Lauren had added a certain bias towards the romantic side, but 
in truth, it had turned out to be one of the most enjoyable days of her 
young life. She had even managed to get Jim's phone number, and had it 
written on her hand and committed to memory before the train left the 
station. As she told and retold her story to Nikki, so she looked 
forward to the rest of the holidays and the other events that were 
scheduled to take place.

Lauren and Nikki spent Tuesday together shopping for clothes and shoes. 
Lauren had been dragged from her bed at eleven o'clock by Nikki and 
pushed out of the door towards the bus stop to the applause of her 
mother. The girls each bought a pair of shoes; Nikki had needed a new 
pair of trainers while Lauren had been looking for something suitable 
for AnneMarie Grob's wedding. With the shoes purchased all that 
remained was to make sure that the dress fitted.

So on Wednesday morning, after a long shower, Lauren sat in the big 
armchair in the lounge, wearing her old jeans and a red T-Shirt (from 
her grandmother two summers earlier) with a big picture of Winnie the 
Pooh emblazoned across its front. Her legs curled underneath her as she 
picked up the telephone carefully, watching it as she lifted it to her 
ear. She looked up the phone number in the local directory and dialed, 
cupping the receiver and turning away from the door.

"Hi, it's Lauren. Just wondered when I should come round." She looked 
briefly at the television, as though she might see the Kristal's 
picture appear, then across to the door, and over to the window. "Sure, 
it's ready?" she said quietly. "OK, how about just before midday? Fine, 
see you soon".

Lauren replaced the receiver and stared at it, replaying every word of 
the conversation, analysing the innuendo and inflections for signs of 
hidden meaning. There were none. She climbed the stairs, and shut the 
bedroom door behind her. She convinced herself that she would just go 
over there, get the dress, make sure it was the right size, and be back 
for a late lunch. She had thought long and hard about their last 
encounter, and although it still made her feel good just to think of 
it, she now had a boyfriend who meant a great deal to her. She was 
determined to avoid any repetition of the last time, and anyway, she 
thought, it was unnecessary since Jim would be calling her soon and she 
wanted to wait until then before orgasming, just in case, as some of 
the girls said at school, she couldn't manage it because she was doing 
it too much.

She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the journey 
over to Kristal's house. She rolled onto her side and looked out of the 
window, over the tops of the trees in the garden to the peaks of the 
mountains beyond. They looked so clean, so untouched as the sun shone 
on the caps of snow, waiting to be explored by anyone who dared to 
venture that far. She rolled onto her stomach and looked at her clock. 
Eight-thirty was ridiculously early in her mind to be up during the 
school holidays. She decided to start her school project, entitled "The 
Incas". That, she thought, was going to be very useful in later life. 
Immersing herself in one of the books that she had found in the 
library, she curled up on her bed and started to learn about their 
civilization. Although she would hate to admit it to anyone, she hardly 
looked up from the pages as she became absorbed in their way of life. 
She discovered that the Incas were advanced in so many ways, and yet 
had failed to discover the wheel and had no method of writing. But 
their buildings were amazing, feats of engineering that would be hard 
to accomplish in modern times. They ruled by fear and were famous for 
their ceremonial sacrifices of children, by the hundreds when times 
were tough, in order to appease the gods. Lauren shut the book and 
closed her eyes. She found it hard to imagine how someone could 
sacrifice a child in the name of religion.

Her little clock told her that it was now ten thirty, and she bounded 
off the bed, pulling off her T-Shirt and jeans and throwing them in a 
heap on the floor. She pulled on her dressing gown, grabbed her nicest 
underwear and went into the bathroom to wash. The dressing gown fell to 
the floor as the door slammed shut. She stared at the reflection in the 
mirror, stuck out her tongue to see how it looked, and smiled broadly 
at the mirror much like a chimpanzee might at feeding time. Lauren 
debated whether to have a shower or just a quick wash. She had already 
had one this morning, and had hardly got herself dirty by lying on her 
bed reading the book. Furthermore, if she was only going to quickly try 
the dress on and come back for lunch, she felt it was unnecessary.

By the time she had finished cleaning her teeth and had brushed her 
hair, her resolution had withered. She reached for the hot and cold 
taps, turning each half way. The felt the water warm quickly so she 
switched the shower on and pulled across the plastic curtain. Her 
fingers hooked into her knickers and pulled them down to her knees. 
Absently, she ran her hand over her mound, her fingers finding the 
little hairs above her pussy, still far fewer than before Nikki had 
shaved them off, but nonetheless growing back, without any sign of 
being thick and bushy as she had feared. Her clitoris was well hidden, 
and the lips of her pussy hid the secrets that lay beyond. She stepped 
into the shower, took the soap and held it under the flowing water, 
slowly turning to ensure that the spray wet her all over. Lathering her 
hands, she replaced the soap and washed her little breasts, checking 
that each nipple understood it's duty as she squeezed it gently. The 
bubbles slipped over her stomach and down her tanned legs, unimpressed 
by the sight of her teenage vagina and the tiniest flicker of arousal 
from her pink lips.

Lauren was angry with herself, not because the shower was really 
unnecessary, but that she knew she would have to fight even harder now 
to stay out of Kristal's arms. She recalled the last time she was 
there, the seduction that she knew would happen, had even encouraged, 
and the feeling in her soul on the way home that she had tasted 
forbidden fruit, the juice still on her hands and face. She stopped 
soaping herself as she recalled licking her fingers in the bus, tasting 
once again Kristal's sex, inhaling deeply as she held her hands to her 
nose. Absently, she brought her fingers to her nose, breathing in the 
sweet soapy smell. Replenishing the bubbles, she bent forward and 
rather than washing her pussy, she inserted the middle finger of her 
right hand into her little brown hole. The muscle gathered around the 
intruder, throwing it out with a quick contraction. She ran her finger 
under the spray and applied more soap, repeating the action until she 
was satisfied that she was as clean as possible.

After a final wash of her spreading pussy, she rinsed her hands and 
took the shower head off the hook, running the water between her legs 
and ensuring that every last inch of her sex was clean. Lauren noted 
the new sensation of running the shower so close to her bottom and 
pussy, fascinated by the feeling that was invoked as the jet ran 
between her pussy lips. Conscious that time was ticking by, she 
replaced the head and turned off the taps, stepping out of the bath to 
run the towel between her legs and back up to her nipples. She dried 
herself fully and pulled on the silky underwear. A thought struck her 
that she might be able to buy some of the Hardenberg underwear that she 
had modeled at Marlene's house. She might even be able to buy it with 
the money she had earned that day.

Pleased with her thoughts, she bounced back into her bedroom and rifled 
through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. She was 
irresistibly drawn to a white blouse that she normally wore to formal 
occasions (Grandma's birthday, Christmas morning and once to a school 
dance at her mother's insistence where she had been taunted by her 
friends). Today, though, it seemed appropriate. The blouse buttoned 
down the back, the plain material adorned by lace trim that hid the top 
button in a small ruffle, echoed on the cuffs. The dark blue skirt that 
didn't quite reach her knees also went well, even if she did look like 
an archetypal schoolgirl playing truant. A dab of her mother's perfume, 
bare legs and a pair of sandals completed her preparations. She grabbed 
the shoes that she had bought for the wedding and said good-bye to her 
mother, explaining she was off to collect her bridesmaids dress from 
Kristal. Her mother clearly approved as she looked at her daughter, 
smartly dressed (without being asked) and off out again. As her 
daughter breezed past her, Daniele Gisal smiled, inhaling the familiar 
French scent.

Lauren pressed her forehead against the glass and stared out at the 
scant traffic as the bus trundled through the village and down to the 
main road. She could see over the white fences of the smaller houses, 
into the immaculate front gardens and occasionally through doors into 
the darkness beyond. She saw the old ladies, gathered around their 
porches in semi-circles, dressed invariably in black, clutching their 
knitting and chattering to one another as they peered between shawl and 
white lace. Solitary ladies sat outside other houses and watched her as 
she passed by in the bus, nodding and noting the activity as they 
contemplated the unhurried passage of time. She wondered how many 
passengers had passed by them that morning, how many had been 
interesting to them, how many looked like the thousands of people each 
of them must have seen during their lives, receiving only a glance 
before being forgotten forever. What twist of fate, she thought, should 
have brought them together at that point in time, to see, consider and 
forget.

Her melancholy disappeared as the dismal little industrial area gave 
way to the brightness of the town where even the traffic lights added 
to the feeling of life and activity. A group of teenage boys gathered 
outside the tobacconist's shop, joking and flirting as they shared 
cigarettes and traded anecdotes about their girlfriends. Lauren turned 
to her right and looked up the High Street as the bus crossed the 
lights and started it's journey back out into the countryside. Her 
attention turned towards the morning's activity and Kristal. She leaned 
back in the seat and ran through the likely events that would take 
place once she arrived. She had intended last night, and even this 
morning, to check the dress and return home quickly. But the half- hour 
journey warranted a longer stay. She found Kristal interesting, mainly 
because she had been married and had a great deal of information about 
boys and men that she would willingly share. She still remembered their 
afternoon together, and the gentle, warming attention that she had 
received, coupled with the absence of any sort of demand for 
reciprocation. Lauren smiled, mentally cuddling Kristal on the sofa as 
a way of expressing her thanks for the dress and education. That was 
about as far as it would go; she would tell her about Jim and explain 
that she had now found a boyfriend who meant a great deal to her.

The bus jerked to a halt bringing Lauren back to reality with the 
realisation that she had arrived. She hurried to the exit and jumped 
down onto the pavement, aware that the back of her short skirt had 
billowed like a parachute as she landed. Skipping up the lane, she 
looked into the distance and saw Kristal's house, set back from the 
road and carefully landscaped to be hidden from it's neighbours by 
trees and the natural shape of the mountain rock. As she approached the 
house, she took a closer look at it than she had on her previous visit. 
Each of the houses was set in it's own grounds, and separated by about 
thirty meters from the next. All of the houses were traditionally 
styled Swiss-chalets, with brown vertical boarding on the outside and 
large over-hanging roofs that held ornate dormer-style shuttered 
windows for the upstairs bedrooms. The majority - including Kristal's - 
had large balconies that stretched all the way from the front round to 
the rear, some even including decks or patios into their design where 
the mountain allowed. A mixture of deciduous and coniferous trees 
surrounded the properties, contrasting the massive expanse of grass 
that covered the land as far as the eye could see.

The sun was oppressively hot and beat down on Lauren's arms and legs as 
she climbed the gentle slope. It was quite different weather than the 
previous few days when it had drizzled and felt more like September. By 
the time she had arrived at Kristal's front door, she was hot, dusty 
and her heart beat with the exercise and in anticipation of their 
encounter.

"Hi, Lauren! Come on in" said Kristal warmly, leaving Lauren to shut 
the door as she walked across to the cutting table. Lauren followed 
her, pleased to feel cooler inside and not surprised to see that the 
door leading to the patio was open, a breeze blowing the curtains 
slightly. A stylish blue and white patio set of chairs, table and 
umbrella had been placed outside.

"Hey, it's nice and cool in here. I got so hot walking from the bus 
stop to here!"

"Sit down and rest a while. Coffee, tea?" said Kristal, looking down at 
the bag in Lauren's hand as she padded towards the kitchen. She had 
clearly been sunbathing outside, and Lauren guessed she had just pulled 
on the long T-Shirt over her bikini bottoms to look a little more 
respectable for her arrival.

"Any Cola?" asked Lauren.

"Sure, take a seat." said Kristal, motioning her to the sofa. "How's 
your summer holiday?"

"Fine.". Lauren looked around the large room. The pink and red colour 
scheme brought back memories of their previous encounter, adding in 
Lauren's mind to the tension of the present first few minutes. She was 
torn between mentioning Jim and giving Kristal a big hug. Without the 
experience to resolve it, Lauren continued to sit, looking down at her 
knees and toying with the bag.

"There you go." she said, returning from the kitchen with two long 
drinks. "Did you find any that matched the material?" she asked, 
pointing at the bag.

Lauren extracted the box and handed it to her. Kristal smiled, 
carefully opening it and taking out the pale yellow shoes.

"Hey, they should be great. Want to take a look at your outfit?"

"You mean now? Oh, OK" said Lauren.

They stood and walked over to the cutting table, where Kristal had 
neatly folded the bodice and skirt and separated them with tissue 
paper. She picked up the top and held it against Lauren, leaning from 
side to side to check that the shoulders looked in proportion. She then 
held the skirt against her to make sure that it looked similar at least 
to the blue skirt that Lauren already wore.

"Well, no major mistakes so far! At least it looks about right!"

Both girls knew that the next step would be to try them on and do a 
final check, although that would mean that Lauren would have to strip 
to her underwear.

"But we can do that any old time" said Kristal quickly.

Lauren smiled, and felt the material with her fingers. Both parts were 
a very pale blue, while just the jacket had a beautiful lining of off- 
white silk. She raised the silk to her face, feeling it glide smoothly 
over her lips. She looked at Kristal and blinked before returning to 
the sofa.

"So, what's been happening?"

"Nothing much. Well, actually, quite a lot. Oh yeah! I have a 
boyfriend. Well, I suppose he's my boyfriend. I met him on the way to 
here last time, and he actually called me. We've been out a couple of 
times and he's met my mum and all that!"

"Wow, that's great" said Kristal, looking genuinely delighted for her. 
She questioned her for several minutes causing Lauren to go into 
raptures about his experiences abroad and how much her mother liked 
him. It also helped to relieve the tension that Lauren had felt, or 
thought she had felt when she walked into the house. Now that Kristal 
knew about Jim she hoped that their love making two weeks before would 
be put into perspective. Lauren turned towards Kristal as they sat on 
the sofa, curling her legs underneath herself and leaning on the back 
of the cushions.

"Oh, I called AnneMarie, and all her old friends are going to have a 
hen-night at the Rubens Hotel." said Kristal.

"Hey, that's the hotel that my friend's father manages"

"Really? Well, we like it because some of the rooms have whirlpool 
tubs, and you can bring your own videos to watch. It's expensive but a 
great place to go once or twice a year, just for the weekend. It'll be 
just like old times. We used to have two or three rooms between eight 
or ten of us, and we'd have a party for the whole of the weekend. Just 
us girls! I really hope that AnneMarie gets in the mood, just for old 
times sake!"

Lauren could imagine Kristal, coaxing the other girls on, splashing in 
the big baths. She could also see her there, lying on the bed, or 
kneeling in the bath, receiving attention from other girls as they 
adored her gorgeous body. She smiled knowingly, understanding now how 
AnneMarie had got to know Kristal, and realising the great change that 
must have taken place in AnneMarie's life quite recently.

"That'll be fun. Where do these films come from?" she asked, thinking 
back to her one and only encounter with pornographic movies.

"One or two of the girls seem to be able to get hold of them, I'm not 
too sure. Most I think are from America or Germany."

"Hmm, I saw one once and didn't really like it." said Lauren, anxious 
to have Kristal treat her as an equal. "It was OK to start with but got 
a bit nasty."

"You don't need that. Look at you! You just have to walk down a street 
and you find yourself a boyfriend!" she said, laughing, reaching out to 
touch her shoulder. Lauren leaned her head on Kristal's shoulder, 
curling up a little as she made herself comfortable.

"Didn't you feel petrified that you would never be loved, or would 
never find a husband?"

"Sometimes, but it didn't concern me that much. It's difficult to 
remember though when I first thought about that sort of thing." "I 
sometimes think that I would die without Jim, and yet I know I'm only 
thirteen. This summer has been so weird. So much has happened. And I 
feel that I've joined this new club where only people who know about 
sex are allowed in. Like there's an entrance exam!"

"And you passed easily!" Kristal paused, looking into her eyes. She 
held out her hands to Lauren. "You're probably feeling stressed from it 
all"

"What? My father says that he's stressed, but I don't have a job to do 
that to me!"

"Yes, but you have other things. Believe me, there are a lot of changes 
taking place inside you, and it all takes it's toll"

"You think so?"

"Lean back onto my lap and I'll rub your head. It'll help you relax and 
sort out your thoughts. Just talking sometimes helps to sort them out, 
you know."

Lauren turned so that her legs draped over the arms of the sofa. With 
her caution abandoned, she rested her lead on Kristal's legs as the 
fingers started to gently knead her temples. Thoughts about restraint, 
visiting only twenty minutes and being home for lunch fled back into 
her head, only to be cast out again for their impudence.

For several minutes, Lauren lay there is silence, marveling as she 
relaxed under the hypnotic spell of Kristal's fingers as they imparted 
their magic. Slowly, calmly, the fingers moved to her shoulders, thumbs 
pushing into her back, easing the muscles and spreading a glow in her 
upper body.

"You know, I'm not surprised" said Kristal, continuing her massage. 
"Think about all the new things you're learning. Every time you push 
your experience a little further, there is such a tremendous reward 
that the sheer excitement probably tires you out."

"Hmm"

"But what would be worse would be to deny yourself all the 
experimentation, just because you find it tiring! I just wish I had 
discovered men and women at your age, and really found out all about 
them. I wish I had been able to try something new every day, even if it 
was just talking to someone new"

"Hmm. I suppose you're right. Like you rubbing my back, you mean?" said 
Lauren, sleepily.

"Yes, it's new and now you know whether you like it or not. That's 
progress."

"I love it. For God's sake don't stop!"

"I won't" said Kristal, laughing and running her fingers under Lauren's 
chin and around her neck.

Lauren nestled deeper between Kristal's legs, ensuring that Kristal 
understood that she had permission to continue further.

"You know, you should try the top on and make sure that it fits." said 
Kristal.

"Hmm, I know." said Lauren, making no effort to move.

"Shall I help you?"

"That would be nice."

Kristal reached down to her cuffs and undid the little buttons, 
allowing the sleeves to ride up her arms. She then found the buttons at 
her neck and started undoing them, slowly and carefully, one by one, as 
she continued to rub her neck and shoulders. Lauren bent her left leg, 
placing her foot on the arm of the sofa so that her skirt barely 
covered her knickers. She turned her head towards Kristal's bikini 
bottoms and kissed her, gently licking her leg as she probed with her 
tongue.

"Are you recovering yet?" asked Kristal as she leaned back on the sofa.

"A little bit"

"Really, it's not surprising that you feel tense." She paused for a few 
moments as Lauren continued to kiss her through her bikini. "Can I ask 
you something?"

"I don't know. What?"

"Did you lose you virginity recently - I mean, could that be part of 
the stress?"

"Yes I did, just after I came here last time"

"Oh, Lauren, you sweet thing." she said, pulling her tight against her. 
You mean you were a virgin when we had our bath?"

"Yes, I suppose I was."

Kristal exhaled deeply, pulling Lauren closer to her so that her face 
was buried between her legs.

"You're adorable. That's so nice" said Kristal.

Lauren continued to explore the limited space that she had, savouring 
the growing scent of the girl as she licked and ran her tongue over the 
material. Kristal became more adventurous, rubbing her fingers over the 
nipples that pushed freely against the silky material of Lauren's 
blouse.

"Hey, I've got a present for you" said Kristal

"For me?"

"Hmm, wait there"

Kristal laid her head on the sofa and smiled fondly as she turned and 
walked towards her bedroom. Lauren frowned and watched her tanned legs 
disappear round the corner. Kristal returned almost immediately with a 
beautifully wrapped box, complete with a festoon of ribbons and two 
large bows. Lauren smiled as she took the box and gave it a gentle 
shake.

"What is it?"

"You'll have to open it and find out!"

Lauren pulled at the ribbon, careful not to ruin the decoration or the 
wrapping paper. Inside was a white box marked Dior. She looked at 
Kristal in astonishment.

"For me?"

"Sure, open it"


Chapter 17b

Lauren lifted the lid and stared at the contents. Even though they were 
wrapped in delicate tissue paper, there was no mistaking the silvery 
silk underwear.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed, smiling delightedly. She threw her arms around 
Kristal and hugged her.

"Well, I just thought that you should not only look really great at 
AnneMarie's wedding, but also feel great"

"Undo my blouse?"

Kristal undid the remainder of the buttons and helped the blouse off 
her shoulders. She hung it on the back of the sofa as Lauren took the 
small 32A bra and slipped it on, managing to fasten the two hooks at 
the back without a problem.

"It feels completely different, it's so.. Oh I don't know, so naughty!"

"You look fabulous"

"Oh, Kristal, thank you." She looked at the older girl sitting opposite 
her on the sofa and smiled gently. As Kristal put her hand on her knee, 
she handed her the box, leaned back against the arm and closed her 
eyes. "Please?" she said.

Kristal knelt on the floor beside her, fumbling slightly as she found 
the zip that held the little girl' skirt in place. Lauren wriggled her 
bottom as the skirt traveled down her legs, a surge of excitement 
shooting through her as it came off at her feet. She felt Kristal's 
hands slowly moving her thighs apart as she leaned over and a tongue 
explored from her knees up towards her vagina. The memories of their 
last afternoon of pleasure came flooding back as the tongue probed into 
her knickers at the top of her pussy. And then she felt her knickers 
being pulled from the sides and she gratefully lifted her bottom to 
allow them to be pulled off. However, Kristal clearly had other ideas, 
as she left them a few inches above her knees, restricting the amount 
that Lauren could open her legs. The tongue returned, running down from 
her navel and through her pubic hair. Kristal caught some between her 
lips and tugged at it, causing a little stab of pain that was not 
disagreeable.

"Do you want to learn some more, experience a few more sensations?" 
asked Kristal.

"Yes, yes please" was all that Lauren could reply, her eyes still 
closed and her vagina protesting at the desertion of the tongue.

"Come on then, first things first. We should make sure we're clean"

The two girls entered the bedroom, Kristal turning to look at Lauren 
and take her hands in hers.

"Let's not get this new lingerie wet" said Kristal, reaching behind 
Lauren and undoing the bra. She stood back slightly to admire the small 
breasts of the young girl, rubbing the nipples gently with the silk of 
the bra. Lauren reached forward and pulled Kristal's T-Shirt over her 
head, delighted to see once again her large rounded breasts. They 
embraced, slowly but confidently, both slipping their hands into the 
back of each other's knickers and slowly pulling them down. Kristal's 
bikini was tight and Lauren found it difficult to kiss her and push it 
down. She knelt in front of Kristal and pulled it to her feet, staring 
all the while at the shining lips of her pussy. Kristal reciprocated, 
removing her knickers to reveal the dampness that had been gathering 
since Lauren had stepped through the door that morning.

They washed thoroughly, taking their time to talk and joke in the bath 
while Lauren leaned back on Kristal as she had before, enjoying the 
simple contact and the sensation of the girl's breasts in her back. 
They dried each other before returning to the bedroom and sitting 
together on the bed. The difference in age was quite evident between 
the two girls. Lauren's long thin legs looked so young compared to 
Kristal's, without very much rounding or filling our around her bottom. 
Lauren had none of the hour-glass shape that Kristal had, her slim 
waist accentuated by the roundness of both her breasts and her hips. 
They lay down on the bed in each other's arms, talking quietly and 
touching each others breasts and nipples.

"There are a couple of things that you should experience that I think 
you'd like." said Kristal.

"I trust you"

"Come with me, you should call your mother and tell her that you're 
having lunch here. The first experience is to phone her while we are 
together on the sofa."

"I'll never be able to talk to her! I'd laugh or won't be able to think 
of the words" protested Lauren.

"You'll be fine. We'll just be cuddling. And you won't phone her until 
you're know you're ready"

They moved from the bedroom over to the sofa, both naked. Kristal 
carried the phone and set it down on the coffee table. Kristal then 
climbed up onto the arm of the sofa, placing one leg along the back and 
the other wide in the direction of the arm, giving Lauren a glorious 
view of her delicate pink lips and her budding clitoris, surrounded by 
her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Lauren sat on the sofa and leaned back 
on her leg, looking at the lovely site. She reached for the phone and 
stared at the device.

"You won't say anything?"

"No. But try picking it up and coming over here" suggested Kristal. She 
obeyed, her head moving closer to Kristal's sex. "Now lick me, and try 
listening to the phone" Lauren again obeyed, her tongue running along 
the top of her pussy and up and down the outer lips, lapping at the 
sticky lubrication that issued from her slit. She dropped the phone and 
flicked at the pale pink bud of her clitoris. "No, keep listening and 
talking!"

After several minutes, both Lauren and Kristal had the courage to 
proceed. Lauren dialed and was taken off guard when it was answered 
almost immediately.

"Hi, it's me" said Lauren, returning in between Kristal's legs. She 
felt Kristal's hands on the back of her head pulling her into her 
vagina and the slipperiness of her sex again brought back deeply 
engraved memories of their last loving afternoon. Lauren paused, 
listening to her mother.

"It's fine, looks great. I think I'll have lunch here, is that OK?" 
Lauren ran her tongue along the left-hand side of the hood that covered 
her clitoris, round the bottom and up the right-hand side, slowly and 
surely, gaining in confidence as she listened to her mother talk about 
her visit to the supermarket in Thun.

"OK, see you later. Mmm, OK, bye." Lauren replaced the phone and as 
Kristal gently lifted her head up to her breasts. "God, that was so 
naughty!"

"You did well. It's exciting, isn't it, and it's something completely 
new? The next thing is to have lunch."

"That's not really new"

"It is if you're almost naked, outdoors! Come on, help me in the 
kitchen. You can dress in your new undies, and I'll put on some of 
mine."

Lauren stared at her and realised she was serious as they moved into 
the kitchen. Kristal pulled out various cold meats from the fridge 
along with some lettuce, onions and other vegetables. Lauren chopped 
the tomatoes and lettuce into a bowl while Kristal stood behind her, 
breathing hard on her neck. Lauren giggled, shrugging her off, but 
Kristal continued, her right hand traveling slowly round her hip and 
down between her legs, while the hot breath turned into light kisses 
over her neck and shoulder.

"Stop it!" she laughed, unable to stand still.

"Hey, want some wine?"

"Just a little, a really small glass, please"

With lunch prepared, Kristal led Lauren out onto the patio to arrange 
the food. The patio area, Lauren was pleased to see, was very secluded, 
sheltered from prying eyes by tall conifers, the mountain and the house 
itself. She relaxed and positioned the two bench seats either side of 
the square table. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, reflecting off 
the white table cloth into her eyes. The heat on the patio was intense 
with the lack of any breeze, the silence broken only by the sounds from 
the kitchen and the occasional bird.

"Come on, let's change!" shouted Kristal.

Lauren followed her into the bedroom, bringing her present with her as 
she again watched the shapely tanned legs of Kristal, excitement 
squirting through every vein as she caught glimpses of her vagina and 
the thin mat of hair. Lauren borrowed a pair of silvery grey stockings 
from Kristal, and dressed quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed to 
roll them up her legs. Kristal dressed just as quickly, and the two 
girls turned to each other. Kristal was dressed in a small low cut bra 
which just covered her nipples but certainly made no attempt at 
covering the majority of her breasts. The knickers were deeply cut, 
with high sides and a low front the allowed a few wisps of hair to 
escape over the waistband. Lauren had a slightly more traditional cut 
of style, her little breasts filling the small cups of the bra, while 
her knickers looked petite but in proportion to her legs and bottom.

The most wonderful part about the sight of the two girls in the bedroom 
was their sheer stockings, held up by exquisite suspender belts, 
accentuating the shape of their legs which had already been greatly 
enhanced by the heels on their feet. Lauren could see the slight bulge 
of the cheeks of Kristal's bottom, outlined by the edge of her 
knickers, and longed to take them in her hand and caress every 
wonderful inch. They both looked beautiful, especially Lauren, who 
mixed opulence in her underwear with the innocence of her little 
schoolgirl demeanor.

Kristal led the way out onto the patio. "It's probably a good idea to 
wear your shoes now, just in case they need breaking in a bit." said 
Kristal.

"Are you sure you can't be seen out here?" asked Lauren.

"Sure, look at all the trees." She stared up at the mountain that rose 
steeply from the end of her garden. "I suppose if someone way up there 
had a telescope they could see something, but they would have fallen 
off the mountain long ago with the things that have happened here!"

As the lunch progressed and the wine took it's natural effect, so the 
body language became more open, the conversation more uninhibited as 
the sexuality of both girls became more aroused. By the end of the 
meal, the girls were facing each other, each with a leg along the bench 
seat and the other on the floor as they leaned on the table, replete 
from the meal and content with their surroundings. Lauren felt slightly 
sleepy as the effect of the wine, sun and food combined together. She 
supported her head with her hand, and then lay her head on her arm, all 
the while continuing a dreamy conversation with Kristal.

"I bet you'll always remember your first time with a boy. You'll 
remember just as his cock touched you, poised at the entrance to your 
pussy. I think that's the bit I remember" said Kristal.

"I do, it was in the bath. I hadn't really planned it, but it seemed so 
right, you know?" said Lauren. She listened to herself talking, slowly 
thinking about the words that she was speaking, wondering how on earth 
she could be saying such things. Her heart beat wildly as she realised 
she was only a couple of sentences away from revealing the identity of 
her first love, and that was something she knew she could not do. Like 
an airplane diving out of control, she struggled to pull up and turn 
the conversation onto a different track. "Even better was when I first 
came, I think"

"Did you do it yourself?" asked Kristal.

"No, a friend from school. I thought I was going to be sick, or 
something had gone really wrong with me, you know?"

"Lucky boy, eh?"

"It was a girl, actually."

"Oh, tell me all about it. I wish I had first come at the hands of a 
girl!"

And so Lauren related most of the story, including the chewing gum, 
shaving and the encore she had received from Nikki afterwards. After 
almost five minutes, while Kristal sat and listened in awe as the plot 
unfolded, Lauren realised that they had both unconsciously moved closer 
to each other, touching each other's tanned bodies occasionally as the 
story had its effect.

"I want to do it for you this time, please?" asked Lauren, stroking 
Kristal's leg.

"I'd love that. You're in charge. Just tell me what to do"

"Maybe if you lie all along the sofa the I can kneel on the cushion" 
replied Lauren, positioning herself at Kristal's thighs. She saw the 
rounded breasts straining against the bra even as Kristal lay on her 
back. Lauren's eyes feasted their way down over the flatness of her 
stomach to the slight mound that marked the beginning of her vagina. 
She realised that there really was something sexy in wearing stockings. 
Perhaps, she thought, it was just the gap between the stocking tops and 
knickers that leant itself to exploration. She ran her young hand over 
Kristal's face, introducing a finger into her mouth for Kristal to 
suck. She explored further, slowly trailing her fingers down to her 
breasts, pausing briefly to pinch a nipple through her bra before 
continuing, downwards, over her knickers and the wetness of her 
expectant pussy.

Lauren pulled Kristal's right leg towards her, leaning over her so that 
she could see the indentation in her damp knickers as the material 
disappeared between her lips. She reached underneath her bottom and 
pulled at the waistband, exposing the wisps of hair as her underwear 
reached her knees. Lauren saw her widely parted lips, the pink folds 
wet and inviting as the sweet smell of sex wafted up, stoking her 
craving for the girl. Lauren undid her own bra before leaning over 
Kristal to offer her right nipple to her mouth. Kristal complied, 
shifting her left leg over the edge of the sofa and ensuring that 
Lauren had a better view of her sex.

"God, you're so wet" said Lauren, almost to herself.

"I know, last time you were here I was almost the same. I orgasmed 
twice within ten minutes of you leaving."

"I'm sorry, make sure I do it right today?" she asked.

"You don't need teaching. Perhaps we should put the cushions on the 
ground, it might be more comfortable"

They rearranged the furniture and Lauren resumed her kissing, working 
her way down between her legs within minutes. Kristal was obviously 
well on the way, and Lauren took the hint to remove her knickers for 
her. Kristal's pussy was more than ready, the trickle of natural oils 
clearly visible until Lauren's tongue lapped them up as it passed over 
her lips on the way to her anus. Kristal moaned, a pained expression on 
her face as her fingernails dug into the cushions either side of her 
head.

Lauren rested on her left thigh and pushed the right one away from her, 
opening her up even further as she shifted around, positioning herself 
to straddle her face. Kristal took hold of Lauren's knickers and 
roughly pulled them downwards to her knees, exposing most of her bottom 
and pussy, and then pulled off her own bra, revealing her hardened 
nipples which stood out from her breasts, aching for the soothing 
action of the palm of her hand.

"Lori, my sweet, if there's anything you don't like then just move away 
or tell me to stop. You know I'm almost there?"

"Mmm, don't worry!"

With her knickers just above her knees, she swung over Kristal's head 
to squat a few inches from her mouth and hot little tongue, while she 
hardly missed a beat with her own, gently probing around Kristal's 
clitoris, teasing the hood and lapping at the intricate folds of skin 
that had welcomed both men and women alike. Lauren felt the warm breath 
on her vagina as Kristal strained her head to get closer, eventually 
shuffling further down so that her tongue could start licking her anus. 
Lauren replied by pushing her tongue hard into Kristal's vagina, 
feeling the walls gripping it as another measure of her juices flooded 
over her tongue. Lauren used her fingers to rub Kristal's clitoris, 
tweaking it gently to bring it into the open before beginning a slow, 
sure circular motion that made Kristal noticeably quiver.

"God, that's it. Oh Lori, yes..."

Lauren felt the tongue that had been toying with her anus and the 
entrance to her vagina move way down her inner thighs and then return, 
suddenly, to probe deep into her anus. Kristal grabbed her hips and 
pulled her towards her mouth, forcing the tongue between the powerful 
muscles of her little hole. Lauren delighted in the feeling, bringing 
her own hands down towards Kristal's bottom and pushing a finger into 
her anus, well past the first knuckle. She left it there as she licked 
up and down the pink lips, lapping at the folds of skin as Kristal 
raised her hips to meet her. Undeterred, she continued to lick as the 
tongue pressed deep into her own anus, and the bucking hips spread the 
wonderful scent over her face and into her hair. The regularity of 
Kristal's hips stopped as she lost control and frantically pulled 
Lauren against her mouth, whimpering as she convulsed uncontrollably. 
Lauren felt Kristal's anus contracting rhythmically around her finger, 
giving her a sense of when she could slow down the licking of her 
clitoris and gently suck at the little pink bud instead.

To Lauren's surprise, Kristal continued to hold tightly to her hips and 
began pushing her tongue deeper and deeper into her anus. Lauren 
responded, pushing her finger as far as it would go into Kristal, 
making Kristal bring her legs up around Lauren's neck and grip her with 
such force that she had difficulty breathing. Kristal came again, this 
time laughing slightly like a child as she lost control. Lauren could 
feel her finger being gripped tightly by the smooth tube of muscles and 
pushed her hips back a little to ensure maximum contact between her 
pussy and Kristal's face.

Kristal slowly relaxed, her feet resting back on the cushion as her 
orgasm subsided. Lauren lazily withdrew her finger from the grip of the 
girl's bottom, causing Kristal to moan in pleasure. She turned round to 
lay alongside Kristal, pushing her left hand under her head as the two 
girls embraced, their wet lips with traces of each other's sex mixing 
lovingly together. Lauren lay back and looked up at the sky, squinting 
as the afternoon sun shone down over her naked form. She bent her left 
leg, and ran her hand over her pussy, pleased to feel how wet and how 
exposed the inner lips were from all the attention they had received.

"I just loved that, my dear." said Kristal, hugging Lauren to her chest 
and cradling her head.

"I felt you come. That was really great, to actually feel you coming, 
you know." said Lauren, staring at Kristal's nipple as she rubbed it 
gently. Her tongue flicked it, and again. Several minutes past as they 
remained together, caressing and savouring their love-making efforts.

"Wait here, I want to get something." said Kristal, walking into the 
house. Lauren stretched out on the cushions, reaching above her as she 
yawned, twitching her toes as she exercised her muscles. Kristal 
returned and sat behind her head with her knees either side of her 
face. Lauren looked up to see her two large breasts, a broad smile in 
between.

"Stay there." said Kristal, leaning down to kiss her lips and around 
her neck, caressing her face with her hands. As she moved lower down, 
Lauren saw the sopping wet vagina of her lover, the lips now parted 
slightly less, but still causing a thrill to run through her body in 
anticipation. The kissing intensified as Kristal moved lower, her 
stockings now either side of Lauren's head and the smell of her cum 
heavy in her nostrils. Lauren looked to her right, finding bare skin 
between the lace tops of Kristal's stockings and her pussy, and ran her 
tongue as high as she could towards the waiting pink lips. Kristal 
moved lower, hooking Lauren's legs behind her elbows to give her mouth 
as much room as possible to nip her little bud between her lips and 
send her stomach muscles into ripples of pleasure. The tongue then 
lapped slowly around the folds of flesh, teasing her clitoris, poking 
it back under cover of the skin so that it could re-emerge yet again to 
be licked. Lauren thrilled at the sensation, pushing her hips backwards 
to greet the source of pleasure. She felt Kristal's fingers now lightly 
brushing over her lips, down to her anus, taking with them the oily 
secretions that flowed freely and naturally from within her young body.

Lauren then sensed a finger, running around her bottom, focusing slowly 
on the little hole that had brought such a different and deep 
sensation. She prayed that Kristal would push her finger into her, and 
made a shrill squeak as indeed she felt her pushing against the tight 
muscle and while another hand started to massage her clitoris. What 
came next was a complete surprise, as a gentle humming noise greeted 
her and the finger was replaced by a harder object. Lauren tensed at 
the firmer intrusion.

"Hey, it's OK. Relax." whispered Kristal.

Lauren gripped the cushions as she felt her insides complaining about 
the vibrating shaft, her anal muscles stretched way beyond anything 
they had ever experienced. The shaft withdrew slowly, leaving a warm 
glow and turning her thoughts from fear to anxiety that the tool might 
never return. Then she felt the vibrations around her clitoris, and to 
her astonishment her orgasm started to build at such a rate that she 
feared something had gone wrong inside her. Her thighs shook as her 
anus pulsed seemingly in time with the vibrations. Kristal was 
obviously in tune with her progress, running the tool down towards her 
vagina and into the opening, while her tongue found her clitoris and 
licked rapidly. Kristal pushed harder, introducing several inches of 
the throbbing shaft that were immediately gripped by Lauren's beautiful 
tunnel. Lauren grabbed Kristal's bottom, pulling her on top of her 
mouth and not caring if she stuck her tongue into her anus or pussy, 
anything to reward her for the orgasm that was about to break inside 
her.

Kristal transferred the vibrator from Lauren's wet pussy into her anus, 
pushing firmly as it disappeared a couple of inches inside her. Lauren 
gasped at the deep sensation, and as Kristal's tongue thrust deep into 
her vagina, she felt her orgasm grow from deep inside her, gather 
strength around her vagina and radiate throughout her body as she 
froze, speechless, her nose buried inside Kristal's vagina. She 
remained motionless, thinking of nothing, for what seemed like minutes 
as her senses refused to tell her anything except that she was 
floating, swimming in pleasure and ecstasy. Kristal removed the 
vibrator and lay on her side, her head resting on Lauren's right thigh 
so that she could see her wet vagina and kiss her gently as she 
returned from her journey in fantasy land. They lay together for 
several minutes, soaking up the warm sun. Lauren realised that Kristal 
was still lying on her thigh, and closed her legs slightly to trap her 
head between them, while staring up at the sky and rugged mountain 
range, a smile flitting across her lips.

"I just want to sleep!" said Lauren, squeezing her legs together. She 
heard Kristal chuckle and felt her pretend to be trapped as she 
struggled to get free. A cloud moved out from behind the mountain, 
blotting out the sun and giving Lauren goose pimples on her arms.

"Come on then, let's go inside. I could do with a little snooze as 
well, just for an hour, eh?"

They left the patio and both entered the bedroom, Kristal climbing into 
her bed, still naked except for her stockings. She beckoned to Lauren 
who stood beside the bed, patting the bed. Lauren thought about getting 
her knickers but decided that it hardly mattered anymore. She clambered 
in and snuggled up with her back to Kristal, fitting against her 
securely and pleased that Kristal had her arm around her, her right 
hand covering her left breast. Within minutes the two girls were 
asleep. There was silence for the next hour, except for the regular 
breathing of the girls, the clunk of the answerphone working on 
Kristal's business line, and a whirring noise for a couple of minutes 
from Kristal's stereo and VCR unit in the lounge.


Chapter 18a

Thursday 6th August

Her mother had been taking extra interest in both her children during 
the summer vacation, pleased to see the way they were developing as 
young adults, constantly on the watch however for any untoward signs of 
drink or drugs. She had been put on her mettle by their neighbour, 
Celestine Renzer, who had experienced the growing pains of similarly 
aged children relatively recently - not of her own children she had 
hastened to add - and was therefore able to offer some depressing 
anecdotes.

It was during one of these lectures that they had been invited round to 
a barbecue the following weekend. Mr. and Mrs. Renzer had moved in only 
recently, and due to school commitments and other social duties, the 
families had been able to exchange only the most cursory of 
pleasantries. Mrs. Renzer had insisted that the children should use 
their pool whenever they wished - although there was a fundamental 
understanding that this was not expected to be taken up.

Once again, on Thursday morning Lauren was delighted when Jim rang her, 
and asked her if she would like to go up into the mountains one day, 
maybe have lunch at one of the mountain restaurants that were 
accessible by cable car. She promised to call him back after she had 
had a talk with her mother. She knew full well that she would not 
really mind, as long as it was daylight and that she knew where they 
were going.

"Why don't you ask him to meet you here? Then I can see him and get to 
know him as well?" suggested her mother.

"Oh Mum, do I have to?"

"No, you don't have to. I just thought he might like to see where you 
live and know a little more about you.

"Well, I'll see. When?"

"Anytime. Ask him if he would like to come to lunch tomorrow. Then you 
could both go off for the afternoon and have tea somewhere".

Lauren went back into the lounge and asked him if this was allright. He 
readily agreed, saying that he would really like to know where she 
lived and looked forward to meeting her parents, a reaction that Lauren 
found surprising.

"He said OK."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, about midday"

Lauren went into bustle-mode, running round the house, ironing clothes 
and tidying her bedroom, an activity that her mother found amusing in 
itself.

That night, as Lauren lay in bed and looked through her bedroom window 
at the moon shining between the mountains, she tried to visualise how 
the next day might be. She ran through the introductions she would 
perform after meeting him at the bus stop, where they could go to have 
lunch, and what they might do together during the afternoon. Her ideal 
afternoon would be alone with him, talking about his friends and 
finding out about his home and family. Perhaps they would walk up the 
road to the tracks into the mountains, even take a cable car to one of 
the restaurants as her mother had suggested.

As her dreams grew increasingly elaborate so they became more romantic. 
Her lips revealed a gentle smile as she pulled the sheet up to her 
chin, turning onto her side to stare out at the giant white circle in 
the black sky. She thought back to their last meeting, and how they had 
made love on the floor of the studio. In hindsight, she found it 
difficult to understand how she could have done it when she had only 
known him for a few hours. They hadn't even bothered with mild petting 
or any of the other foreplay that was the staple diet of school gossip. 
She recalled his size. She was sure that Jim was bigger than Mike, but 
also considered each occasion as a separate experience that maybe 
wasn't meant to be compared.

Her thoughts moved on to Kristal and Nikki. Then back to the school 
showers and the chewing gum, with Nikki's wonderful help. All this 
experience in the past few weeks! And before that, she had thought that 
nobody would ever want to kiss her, let alone make love to her. In 
fact, she thought, before the shower incident, all she had ever done, 
apart from playing with herself, was to compare her breasts with 
Nikki's the year before. While Nikki may have won on size, both their 
nipples worked well, and Lauren was still convinced that hers had the 
nicer shape. As her hands undid the buttons of her pyjama tops, she 
realised that her parents would thrash her senseless if they ever found 
out. She pushed the material to the sides, feeling the sheet run 
against her nipples. She brought her right hand out to rub them through 
the sheet, wondering what it would be like to spend the night, a whole 
night, with Jim, waking up in his arms and feeling his cock poking in 
her back as all boys do in the morning. The nipples hardened, causing 
tingling sensations to run through her breasts as she rolled onto her 
back, her left hand exploring the elastic in the waistband of her 
pyjama trousers. Using the left hand gave her the feeling that someone 
else was there, exploring, desperate to ravage her body and carry her 
off into the night.

End of Chapter 18a

Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (18b/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) From: 
Francis Dashwood <an18615@anon.nymserver.com> Date: 20 Jul 1997 
02:14:44 GMT --------

  Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****

The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive 
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later 
chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material 
then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of 
the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or 
encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves 
as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the 
attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial 
gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.


Chapter 18b

Her dreams flitted from Jim to her brother, and their one and only love 
making session. She wondered what he was doing now, lying in the next 
room. Perhaps he was also staring out of the window, playing with his 
cock, running his hand up and down as he thought of Nikki or even 
herself. A surge of excitement ran through her stomach, reaching her 
vagina at the same time as her hand found the beginning of her sex. The 
little hairs had certainly grown back, not completely but enough to 
allow her to tweak them between her fingers. Lauren needed satisfaction 
and debated whether to risk going next door to her brother's bedroom 
and joining him for some fun. She looked at the clock beside her bed 
and saw it was past eleven, too late to prowl around the house without 
getting caught. Her middle finger explored the crevice between her 
pussy lips, teasing her clitoris and then probing down past her little 
opening towards her bottom. A wonderful idea came to her.

She pushed back the sheets and shrugged off her pyjama tops, followed 
by the trousers, leaving her naked in the moonlight. She walked over to 
her dressing table and took her hair brush, checking it's contours and 
imagining it inside her. She compared it's width to Mike and considered 
it quite thin. It was reminiscent of Kristal's vibrator although not as 
long and she giggled to herself as she wondered if there was such a 
thing as a vibrating hairbrush. She tip- toed across to the window, and 
ran her hand across her pussy lips, pleased to feel that there was the 
familiar sticky feeling of her inner lips already. She brushed the 
little hairs as though introducing her pussy to a new friend and slowly 
pushed a finger inside herself, checking that the handle of the 
hairbrush was not going to be too wide. The thought of someone being 
able to see a naked thirteen-year old in the bedroom window excited 
her, giving her extra impetus as she licked the handle liberally and 
offered it to her pussy.

Very slowly, she pushed it in, finding it difficult and somewhat 
concerning that she could not really tell how far it had entered. Her 
thumb rested halfway along the handle, and when she felt it touch her 
pussy lips, she judged that she had entered about two inches. She let 
the brush squeeze out, it's handle slick from her saliva and natural 
juices. Lauren experimented with the angle of the brush as she bent 
slightly in the pale light. Moving in and out was difficult, until she 
realised that by placing one foot on her desk, she could have all the 
room she needed. Steadying herself against the wall, she increased the 
speed of her efforts, producing a whole new feeling inside which 
percolated upwards, warming her and causing her stomach to flutter. She 
could feel her orgasm beginning inside her vagina, slowly but surely, 
even though she still had concerns about pushing the brush in too far. 
She pulled it out, moved over to her dressing table again and dripped a 
little Baby Oil on the handle. She administered a little over her hands 
and rubbed the lotion over her vagina in slow, lazy circles, ensuring 
that every inch of her sex was oiled.

Lauren realised that she would be unable to orgasm standing with one 
foot on her desk, so she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs, and 
parting the lips of her pussy with her left hand, as the brush entered 
again. She moved her thumb further down towards the bristles, breathing 
heavily as the remaining few inches disappeared inside her. The oil 
combined with her internal efforts provided a heavenly mix, the brush 
gliding smoothly in and out as her breathing increased. She thought of 
Jim, his kisses through her knickers, the exploratory tongue, and the 
gentle and loving way in which he had pushed his massive cock into her. 
How his stroking had built up once she was used to his size, and how he 
had whispered to her as she felt her orgasm build.

Her left hand dropped down to rub her clitoris, massaging the oil 
around the proud little bud, as her thoughts returned again to how he 
first entered her. Her orgasm was approaching, her muscles contacting 
involuntarily as she raised her bottom off the bed with her weight on 
her feet and put her left hand underneath her bottom to support 
herself. Her stomach muscles tightened as her thighs pushed her body up 
to meet the thrusting brush. Now past the point of no- return, she 
frantically pushed the brush between her legs, oblivious to pain, 
remembering how as she came with Jim, how he had nibbled her ears. The 
middle finger of her left hand found her anus and pushed firmly into 
the little hole The orgasm grabbed her consciousness as she collapsed 
back on the bed with wave after wave of pleasure. She pulled her legs 
tightly together against her chest, leaving the brush trapped, 
protruding behind her as she rolled onto her side and buried her face 
in the pillow. Lauren held the brush feebly, moving it sideways as she 
worshipped the intensity of her orgasm.

She lay there for several minutes, toying with the brush, before 
rolling onto her back and slowly extracting it. The plastic handle felt 
slippery to her touch as she explored how far the oil had spread over 
her sex. She was interested to feel the oil around her anus and rolled 
the handle of the brush over the little hole, noting the different 
feeling it created. Turning the brush, she offered it gently to the 
entrance, pushing slightly to overcome any initial reluctance. It 
penetrated only half an inch before Lauren decided that the handle was 
spreading her muscle uncomfortably and a dull pain threatened to 
protest against the invasion. She dropped the brush and put her middle 
finger against the hole, pushing until it was allowed access. A warm 
surge of pleasure met her finger, increasing as she pushed deeper. 
Lauren felt a mixture of revulsion and curiosity as she encountered 
resistance, then satisfaction as she realised that she could push her 
finger no further as her knuckles were against the cheeks of her 
bottom.

She removed her finger and wiped it on her pyjamas as she pulled her 
top back on. Naked from the waist down, she pulled the covers over her, 
leaving the trousers inside the bed by her feet. As she curled up on 
her side, the moon disappeared behind the clouds and she slept.


Chapter 19

Friday 7th August

Jim, ever punctual, arrived at eleven fifty, beaming as he saw Lauren 
through the doors of the bus in her pale yellow dress and white shoes. 
Even before the hissing of the hydraulics had stopped, he had his arms 
around her and was hugging her such that her feet hardly touched the 
pavement.

"Oh, I'm so pleased to see you!" he exclaimed

"Me too! Are you sure you don't mind meeting my Mum?"

"Of course not. Anyway, I want to be able to imagine where you are when 
we talk on the phone". He wore jeans and a buttoned blue shirt, 
obviously ironed that morning, and looked even more handsome than she 
remembered from the last time.

They walked hand in hand from the bus stop towards her house while 
Lauren pointed out the few places of interest on the way. As they 
approached her house, a car passed them and pulled up outside their new 
neighbours. Two people got out. The first was a pretty oriental woman 
wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, the second a man who was about thirty 
years old, in Lauren's estimation. They both walked up the path to the 
front door, and after a short wait, disappeared inside.

"I thought after lunch we could go for a walk up the mountains" 
suggested Lauren.

"Yeah, why not. I've only seen these mountains from my side, not from 
round here."

They entered the kitchen to find her mother checking lunch for the one 
hundredth time that day.

"Hi, you must be Jim!"

"Yes, pleased to meet you. That smells great!"

"Are you hungry?"

"He's always hungry!" said Lauren, watching her mother intently for any 
sign of displeasure.

"Good, well it'll be ready in about ten minutes. It's only ham, 
potatoes with onions and vegetables."

Lauren and Jim sat at the kitchen table, Lauren giggling as her mother 
turned her back.

"Where do you go to school, Jim?" asked her mother.

"In Thun. There's a boys school there. I've been there since I was 
about fourteen"

"That's nice. Do you enjoy it?"

"It's fine. Before that, we were in India where my father had to work."

"Really? What does he do?" asked Lauren

"He's a banker. They opened an office in New Delhi and he headed one of 
their departments."

Lauren watched her mother, now sure that Jim had gained her approval. 
His stories about Delhi, the poverty, the history of the city as it had 
moved around over the years and the rebuilding of the ancient buildings 
gave a sense of a worldly-wise young man who understood more than many 
of his age. Lauren found herself on the periphery of the conversation, 
unable to contribute, or compete, against the tide. But she had the 
sense to allow them to continue, knowing that the more they talked, the 
more her mother would be likely to give a favourable report to her 
father. Increased freedom would be the result.

They enjoyed their lunch in the informal setting of the breakfast 
table, her mother even allowing Lauren to have a glass of wine with her 
lunch. They helped clear the dishes only to be shooed away into the 
lounge as Jim offered to do the drying up. Lauren sat in the armchair, 
as Jim sat near her but on the sofa, the regulation 1 meter distance 
between them. Over coffee, the conversation again turned to travel, the 
tourists in Switzerland and the benefit that they brought to the 
economy.

"Let's go for a walk" said Lauren during a pause in the conversation.

"OK, where to?"

"Why don't you go for a walk and have tea up in the mountains?" 
suggested her mother, again.

"Come on, let's just go!" said Lauren.

They left, walking separately out onto the road, but Lauren's mother 
was pleased to see through upstairs window that they held hands once 
they thought they were out of sight of the house. They passed the 
neighbours house slowly, Lauren anxious that as many people should see 
as possible. Within minutes, however, they had reached the track and 
started the long, slow climb up through the trees. Still holding hands, 
Jim pulled Lauren over rocks, steadied her when she wobbled, and 
generally looked after her - even though she had negotiated worse 
terrain in the dark with Nikki, a secret even her brother didn't know 
and counter to all the teaching she had ever received in school about 
mountain safety.

They walked for almost fifteen minutes while the pine trees thinned to 
give way to the tough, weather-beaten grass of the mountainside. Jim 
sat down on the thick grass in a clearing, staring down into the valley 
below while Lauren looked for a soft spot and sat down to his right.

"Look, there's your station" she said, pointing to the town.

"Oh yes. What a great day!" He paused, looking at Lauren, and took her 
hand in his. "I like your Mum, she seems really nice. You're lucky"

"She's OK most of the time. Worries a lot."

"Yeah, so does mine." he said, leaning back on his elbows.

"Why does she worry about you? Do you do naughty things, young man?"

"Sometimes, when it feels right"

Lauren leaned over him, pushing him to the ground slowly as she closed 
her eyes and kissed his lips. Her head rested on his arm as he pulled 
her to him, his left hand pushing the hair from her face and following 
it down her back. They kissed for several minutes, exploring mouths 
with their tongues, registering new emotions inside themselves as their 
embrace grew more passionate. Jim bent his leg, allowing Lauren to push 
her own between his, immediately feeling the hardness of his cock on 
her thigh. She knew there was no chance of making love to him there on 
the mountain and even less back at her house. There was a possibility 
of playing with him and making him come, but that would be messy and 
might make tea in a restaurant difficult. As she felt herself growing 
wet, she wondered if it would be possible in a cable car, but she 
concluded that the majority of the cars were attended in the summer, 
the drag lifts not working until the ski season started in late 
November.

Deciding that they were out of luck until they could find some privacy, 
she lay against his chest for a minute, listening to the rapid thump of 
his heart, wondering if hers was beating in time.

"Let's walk down the cable car station, it's easy from here. Then we 
can get up to the base station and take another to the restaurant."

Jim seemed to understand her need to move on and watched her smooth the 
fabric of her yellow dress down against her bare legs. He brushed off 
the grass that had stuck to his jeans, and walked just behind her as 
they headed towards the kiosk, the short queue of people already 
visible in the distance. Lauren was in a playful mood, jumping over the 
little rocks on her way down to the cable car. With gay abandon, she 
turned to smile at Jim but caught her right foot in a hole no doubt 
made by a passing cow. With the grace of that same cow, she fell hard 
onto her shoulder, bracing her fall with her hands and narrowly missing 
a rock.

"Ow, shit!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the grass.

"Are you OK?"

"Great, oh, and I've cut my damn finger." She held it up to him for 
sympathy, and then saw the trickle of blood as it reached the palm of 
her hand. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she supported herself with 
her left hand, her breathing increasing in rate as the colour drained 
from her face. "Oh no" she said quietly.

Jim sat down beside her and pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it round 
her finger and held her against him.

"I need to lie down, I'm sorry" she said, not waiting for him to help 
her. She stared up at the sky as she floated, the world spinning slowly 
as she tasted nothingness in her mouth. He squeezed her left hand, 
reassuring her that he was still there. Ten minutes passed before she 
felt it was safe to sit up, and another five until she felt that she 
could continue her journey. Jim supported her like an old woman, gently 
nursing her down the slope, guiding her over the grass lest she might 
fall again with the strain of the walk. As they tottered round the 
corner and joined the queue, she was delighted to see that not only did 
the kiosk sell drinks and film, it also sold plasters, a choice of 
three sizes being available, hanging up on the wall between the 
cigarettes and Swiss Army knives.

They took their seats in the cable car, the attendant slamming the door 
and banging the pin through the safety lock. He thrust the car forward 
until it caught on the overhead cable, lurching backwards and forwards 
until it passed over the first pylon, then settled silently as they 
slowly made their way up. The colour of Lauren's cheeks had changed 
from looking like the tops of the mountains to almost her normal tan, 
giving her confidence that she was unlikely to die and had lost no more 
than a few pints of blood. She settled down on the seat, gazing out at 
the world as it slowly passed by, listening to the whirring of the 
pylon wheels as the cable car passed over.

Lauren pressed him for more information about Delhi and his 
experiences, learning of his school days and the legacy of the British 
educational system that was still with the Indian education 
authorities, hangovers from the days of the Raj, Eton and Harrow. It 
was clear that he had been bullied, partly because of his poor English, 
but had survived and achieved some success before returning to 
Switzerland.

She sat close to him, watching him speak about his past, her hand 
resting on his leg. She was flattered by the bulge in his jeans and 
wondered if it had gone away even for the few minutes when they waited 
their turn for the cable car. She assumed that there was some sort of 
damp spot in his jeans, just as she knew there was in her knickers, 
(requiring a secret rinse in the bathroom when she got home, lest her 
mother might infer anything dirty had happened). Occasionally, she 
would lean forward to kiss him, causing him to stop mid-sentence and 
smile. There was little that she could tell him to match his stories or 
experience, and she realised that she had a shallow pool of 
observations to exchange for his. A brief shower engulfed the car for 
almost a minute, sufficient to steam up the windows and make it 
difficult to see into the distance. As the clouds parted and hugged the 
mountain, the terminus came into sight. They both stood, waiting for 
the attendant to open the door and hold the car as they alighted on the 
ground.

They walked the short distance to the next station, listening to the 
water dripping from the trees and the ever-present tinkle of the cow- 
bells. The temperature had fallen from the seventies in the valley to 
around forty at the higher altitude, the wind also contributing to the 
overall feeling of cool dampness on her clothes.

They caught the second car which took them on a much steeper ascent of 
the mountain, rumbling over the wheels of the pylons as they both 
stared out of the window, watching the cloud below and the valley 
beyond. The cable car station was an integral part of the mountain 
complex, and it seemed as they arrived that all signs either pointed to 
the gift shop or the restaurant. They made their way past the little 
boutique and took seats by the window, admiring the view as the waiter 
brought cutlery and a menu. The chose a potato pottage, with great 
hunks of bread, and Perrier.

"So, what was so good about India?" asked Lauren, leaning on the table.

"Oh, it's just so different. There's a big dividing line between the 
people. Have you heard of their caste system?" he asked.

"No, well yes, but I don't know much about it"

"Well, depending on which caste you are born into, you're either one of 
the managers or just a worker, and there are grades in between. 
Everyone has their position in life. But the real difference between 
here and there is the poverty. There are just so many people there who 
look thin and underfed. I saw the slums in Delhi which just stretch as 
far as you can see. It's weird, in the daytime they look awful, but as 
it gets dark, the little candles in their shacks and under the plastic 
sheets look beautiful."

She smiled at him, impressed that he could convey such sensitivity 
about a difficult subject. Unwittingly, there was a gradual change in 
her relationship with Jim as her thoughts about life matured. Whereas 
she had previously needed him, flaunted him and made sure that the 
world knew she had emerged from childhood, she had now embarked on that 
long and sometimes painful road of learning how to handle a close 
relationship with a boy who was a very good friend rather than just a 
playmate. She later realised that she should be able to confide in Jim 
in just the same way as she would with Nikki. The mountain air was 
certainly having it's effect, the lack of oxygen at the altitude only 
half the reason that she felt a little light-headed after their meal.

As they descended in the cable car, he continued his stories, telling 
of his life in Delhi, their servants, cooks, butlers and all the other 
staff that most of the Western employees seemed to have at their 
disposal. He had also been to Katmandu, trekked with his father through 
the foothills of the Himalayas and seen Everest.

"Hey, did you have a think about doing any more photos? he asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't think we should, you know, do it there 
again. Unless there's a bit more privacy, you know." she said, looking 
down at her lap.

"No, I know, it seemed right at the time, and it was so good. Perhaps 
we could stay there the night. Or do you think your mum would go mad?" 
he asked.

"God, she'd throw me out." exclaimed Lauren, open mouthed at the 
suggestion. She paused. "Unless she thought I was going to Nikki's. I 
don't know. I wouldn't mind doing some more photos, it really was fun. 
I'll have a think if you ask Marlene to see what she says"

They returned to her house just before six, and sat and listened to 
music in Lauren's bedroom until it was time for tea. Lauren introduced 
Jim to her father when her returned from work, and they sat and talked 
in the lounge, while Lauren helped her mother in the kitchen, trying 
desperately to find out what she really thought of him, other than that 
he seemed a really nice boy from a good family.

Lauren went with him in the car to the station, waved good-bye (after 
she had given him a little kiss while her father's back was turned) and 
watched the train disappear round the corner towards Thun. Back home, 
she scooted up her bedroom and shut the door, flopping onto the bed 
with a broad smile and a growing sense of satisfaction. Remembering 
their embraces on the mountain, she raised her bottom and pulled down 
her knickers. Looking inside, she was not very surprised to see a large 
stain that felt sticky as she ran her thumb over it. She went across to 
the bathroom and ran some water into the basin, rubbing the fabric to 
remove the marks.

Back on her bed, she thought about her day, and how she had really 
wanted to be somewhere private with him. She dreamed of all the stories 
should would be able to tell her girlfriends at school once term 
started again, and how good it would feel to be part of that elite 
club. She also thought again about doing another session of photos, and 
decided that she probably would, though she'd talk to Nikki about it 
beforehand to see what she thought. There was a gentle knock at her 
door.

"It's me. How's it going?" asked Mike.

"Hey, great. You can come in if you want. We went up to the top 
restaurant this afternoon for tea. And, I think that Mum approves!"

"I talked to her. She thinks he's a `nice boy'!"

"Thank God for that. I think he's wonderful. He's been to so many 
places and knows allsorts of things."

Mike closed the door behind him and sat down on her bed beside her, 
placing his hand on her knee.

"That's good. You'll have so much fun now!"

"Have you been with Nikki today?"

"Yeah, just this morning. Then I went to town to try and find some 
clothes, but no luck."

"You should have taken her with you, she knows everywhere there is when 
it comes to clothes."

"She had other stuff to do" he said, running his hand along her leg.

Thoughts raced through her mind. She guessed that while Mike might have 
had sex on his mind all morning at Nikki's house, the only reason why 
that hadn't done it would be because it was the wrong time of the month 
for Nikki. She thought that if she just lay there, he would probably 
run his hand up her legs to her pussy which was doubly dangerous since 
their parents were in the house and she had no knickers on.

"Are they watching the news on television?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just started. Same old stuff, that's why I came up."

"Lie down. No, the other way round. That's it, now, promise to keep 
quiet?"

"Sure."

Lauren undid the button on his flies as his head rested next to her 
knees. She could feel the bulge in his underpants and looked towards 
her bedroom door. Through the crack she could hear the television and a 
report about the Swiss Government. She could also her parents 
discussing something in the lounge. Lauren grabbed a bunch of tissues 
from her bedside table and pulled his jeans open, giving her enough 
room to drag the underpants down and expose the top of his cock. She 
leant on her right elbow and started to rub the tip of his strong cock, 
noticing that there was already a trace of cum glistening on the end.

"Mmm, that's lovely. Lori, you're a great sister, you know!"

"Shh!"

She continued to rub, holding the tool in her fist as more of it 
appeared. She lifted her left leg and leaned towards him, sure that he 
wouldn't miss the opportunity of catching a glimpse of her damp pussy. 
Sure enough, his hand moved between her thighs, caressing her tanned 
legs until they came to her vagina, where a finger explored her 
dampness. She increased her stroking, feeling his cock bulge in her 
hand, guessing that there was little time until he shot his load 
everywhere. She took the tissues and wrapped them over the end of his 
cock, resuming her pumping as he found her clitoris and rubbed it 
gently. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and jerked 
convulsively, his cock throbbing rhythmically as she felt the warm 
sticky liquid oozing out of the folds of tissue. His orgasm subsided 
slowly, allowing him to lower his bottom back onto the bed. Lauren 
wiped him carefully, wrapped the tissues up into a ball and pulled his 
underpants back up over his flaccid cock.

She gently closed her legs, anxious that he should know that there was 
no requirement for him to reciprocate, and sat up, smiling at him.

"Beautiful" he said

"Shh, it's fun. I don't mind now and again."

"I'd better go"

"And I had better have a bath. See you tomorrow. Hey, don't forget 
we're going next door on Saturday!"

"Night!"

"Night." Lauren took off her yellow dress and carefully hung it over 
the back of her seat. Pulling on her dressing gown, she made her way to 
the bathroom, and lay in the hot bubbly bath for over forty minutes, 
dreaming of Jim, Mike, and life in general. Eventually, she succumbed 
to the demands of the day, and masturbated with her hair brush, 
substituting soap for the oil. She dressed in fresh pyjamas, read for 
ten minutes, and then slept like a baby.


Chapter 20a

Saturday 8th August

On Saturday morning, the whole family trooped round to the Renzer's 
house, knocked on the side gate and went through to the back garden 
singing `yoo-hoo'. Claude Renzer came through the large sunroom and out 
onto the patio to welcome them warmly. He was a tall man, thin with 
greying hair, and certainly older than Maurice Gisal. Celestine Renzer, 
who joined him almost immediately, looked radiant, almost too well, 
petite to the extent of being dwarfed by her husband. Lauren and Mike 
looked around after the pleasantries.

"Becky will be down soon, Lauren, she's just finishing off some 
homework. Or that's what she says she's doing!"

They all smiled politely at each other, avoiding eye contact as they 
studied the intricate patterns of the stonework. Mike looked up at the 
bedroom windows expectantly. He had caught glimpses of Rebecca and knew 
she had bright red hair, but that was about the limit of his knowledge. 
Unknown to everyone assembled there on the patio, she had featured many 
times in his fantasies between his sheets at night, anonymity and 
ignorance being wonderful catalysts in the processes of a fertile 
imagination. He turned to look at the spring board on the side of their 
pool where she had been tied mentally many times in the past four weeks 
since he had been back home while he took her from every conceivable 
angle.

"Hi, sorry, calculus homework. I'm Rebecca!" she said, offering her 
hand to Lauren. The girls smiled warmly and Lauren felt the girl's eyes 
examining her as though she might be concealing a weapon behind her 
back. Her hair was a perfect ginger colour, falling straight over her 
shoulders with the slightest curl over her forehead. She wore an 
elegant blouse tied in a knot over her stomach and her yellow bikini 
provided a stark contrast to her bare legs, which were as pale as her 
freckled face.

As Rebecca introduced herself to the remainder of the visitors, her 
brother, Stefan, emerged from the house and shook hands with the 
guests. He was clearly an athlete, Lauren feeling a little knot of 
excitement in her stomach as she took his hand to feel his strong grip 
as his muscles flexed. His eyes, she thought, were out of this world. 
He was slightly taller than Mike, but only by a couple of inches, and 
Lauren and Rebecca exchanged glances as it became clear that the two 
boys were obviously going to get along very well indeed, needing little 
introduction before they launched into a lively discussion about music.

"Why don't you youngsters play in the pool. You won't be able to swim 
after lunch for a couple of hours while your food goes down, so I 
should do it now." advised Celestine.

The adults took their allotted positions on the patio, their view of 
the pool restricted by the small heathers and shrubs of the patio 
border. Drinks were ordered and brought out while huge splashes shot 
into the air from the water.

"Stefan is on the school swimming team. He's swum for Thun and Zurich 
in the past, but has to concentrate on his exams now. Next year is his 
last before his finals." said Celestine, glowing with pride.

"How old is he, twenty?" asked Maurice Gisal

"Yes, that's right. Studying to be a surgeon. University is only the 
beginning. Something that he tries to forget, I think."

"And what's Rebecca doing, didn't you say something to do with 
computers?" asked Maurice

"Computer Science at the local sixth form college. Doing well."

They all peered through the shrubbery, trying to see who was 
responsible for the splashing. It was clear that Mr. and Mrs. Renzer 
had no worries about the children's safety with Stefan in the pool. The 
small talk continued for a while as they discussed places of mutual 
interest, and it seemed likely that they had both had a vacation in 
Lugano during the same two weeks the previous summer. Mr. Renzer lit 
the barbecue at the edge of the patio, allowing the charcoal to smoke 
heavily as heat built up. The smell attracted Rebecca and Mike, who 
came over to see what was happening.

"What do you want to do when you leave school, Mike?" asked Claude 
Renzer.

"I'm not sure, I haven't really decided yet. Maybe something to do with 
computers"

"Well, you should ask Rebecca to show you all her equipment. There's 
enough upstairs to compete with NASA."

"Want to see?" she asked.

"Er, sure. What, now?" asked Mike.

"Sure, I'll show you Airline 2. Then we can have lunch."

Rebecca hurried him into the house and up to her room. To Mike, it was 
the strangest girl's bedroom he had ever seen - even though he could 
count those he knew on the fingers of one hand. Directly in front of 
the door - so close that the door wouldn't open fully - was her small 
bed. Climbing straight over the bed, she led him to her desk along the 
window wall which was packed with screens and keyboards. And to the 
right of the window, all along the wall, was what appeared to be a 
shrine. A table was covered in a simple sheet, with a Bible, five unlit 
candles and a small vase of flowers. A number of pamphlets were also on 
the table, and Mike decided that it was best to leave any questions 
until later. Anyway, he was a lot more interested in the computers.

"Here's my birthday present, a 486 66Mhz multimedia box. This is my old 
386, and there's even a 286 stuffed under there. Cabling's a bit of a 
mess! The three screens are only used for this simulator. Want to see 
it?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I played that once at school last term."

Rebecca peered out of the window, looking around the garden, and 
reached down to the wall to switch on the system. Fans whirred into 
action followed by a number of beeps. She sat down at the chair wedged 
between her bed and the table, and brought up the aircraft simulator 
while Mike leaned on the desk to her right, fascinated by the 
technology that this girl had to play with in her bedroom. The title 
sequence in the middle remained while the two side screens flicked into 
life with scenery. She started to explain the airport rules, and the 
joystick controls, finally deciding that the easiest way to explain 
would be to take off and let him use the controls.

She took off from Zurich airport, climbed to the right and leveled at 
ten thousand feet, ignoring pleas from Ground Control to reduce speed 
and follow the flight path. She set a course for Paris and flicked the 
autopilot. Mike was engrossed, his eyes flicking over from the right 
hand screen, to the middle, then to left, and finally down between the 
buttons of her blouse to her left nipple which was just visible above 
the top of her bikini. He had no real idea about her breasts, but knew 
they were larger than Nikki's, and that they seemed to have a different 
texture. He could feel the beginnings of an erection, and brought 
himself back down to earth as she cruised through the clouds.

"So, I've got it up then, haven't I?" she asked.

Mike's heart leapt, trying to glean the minutest inflection from her 
voice which would have distinguished her remark between a perfectly 
natural comment and a leading question.

"Beautiful, very graceful"

"Want to try? I'll set it back in Zurich and you can take off for Paris 
like I did"

Mike sat down in front of the screens while Rebecca pressed keys until 
the plane was ready for flight, then took her position on the floor by 
his side, her legs curled up underneath.

"Ease the throttle forward and pull back on the column when you reach 
about one hundred and eighty kilometers per hour. That's it. Gently, 
ease it up there. Nice and gently."

Mike found that the plane flew quite easily if you didn't make any 
crazy movements. His heart was beating quickly as his eyes scanned the 
instruments for signs of impending doom.

"Don't wander around the sky. Try and keep it straight!"

"I'm trying. It wants to turn"

Rebecca bent down and put her hands on his feet, pushing slightly on 
his right foot to straighten out the aircraft. He giggled at her 
action, feeling her fingers in between his toes as she watched the 
screen. She flexed her back from side to side, grimaced a little and 
moved her hands to his knees to continue, brushing her elbow against 
his damp trunks as she made herself comfortable. Mike had no idea where 
he was or what his course was. His cock however knew it wanted to go 
up, and up it went as he sweated, staring blindly at the scene in front 
of him. He could feel Rebecca leaning over his thighs, and realised 
that her breasts were rubbing on his right leg. He could even sense her 
eyes, alternately watching the screens and then his trunks. Mike 
frantically tried to think of dying cats or hospitals on fire, anything 
to take his mind off the bulge that now was obvious and would have 
spelled trouble if someone had walked in at the time.

Rebecca stood up, went over to the window, and looked out over the 
garden. She sniggered, turned to Mike and motioned him to join her. He 
squeezed over, avoiding any contact between her bottom and his bulging 
trunks.

"Look, your sister and my brother!" she said, turning to make sure he 
could see.

He looked out towards the pool, where it looked like Stefan was 
teaching Lauren to float on her back.

"So? My sister has a fear of getting her ears wet. It gives her 
headaches." he whispered, unsure who could hear below.

"Yeah, but look where his hands are, and watch your sister!"

Mike stared at the two of them as Stefan continued to support her 
bottom with his hand as Lauren floated gently on the surface. Slowly it 
dawned on him that Stefan was brushing her breast with his left hand, 
and judging by the way Lauren's legs were parted, it looked like his 
other hand was entertaining her down below.

"Can't they be seen down there? asked Mike, peering over her shoulder.

"No, the patio wall is in the way. We can't be seen up here either!" 
she grinned, pulling him into her bottom. Mike's cock burrowed between 
her legs, resting against her bottom.

"Are you sure?"

"I'll prove it" teased Rebecca, pushing him down onto the carpet. "Turn 
round so your back's against the wall. That's it." Rebecca moved 
towards him as he braced himself against the wall below the window. She 
took his head and pulled him into her crotch, pushing his mouth against 
her bikini which now showed the outline of her pussy.

"Hey! Er, just a minute..." mumbled Mike, already finding it harder to 
breath as he lapped at her.

"Take them down and kiss me. And if you stop, I'll scream!" she 
giggled, moving as he dutifully pulled at the sides of her bikini. His 
cock was straining against his trunks but happily they afforded him 
more movement than a normal pair of underpants. The damp material also 
felt sexier in a strange way, adding to his increasing sense of 
pleasure as he pulled her panties over her knees and looked up between 
her legs. Even though there was little light down there, he knew full 
well that she had the most glorious ginger pubic hair, her little pussy 
lips spread slightly, confirming that she found the episode a pleasure.

To Mike's utter amazement, she leaned out of the window.

"Hey Dad, how's the barbecue going?" she shouted.

"It's fine, love, how's the new pilot?

Mike spluttered, convinced she was going to say something that was 
going to mean trouble. He took stock of the situation, searching for an 
alibi. `I'm sorry, Sir, but my tongue got stuck in your daughter', or 
`I'm just making sure that the colour from your daughter's panties 
hasn't marked her skin', or `We thought we'd work up an appetite before 
lunch'. None of these seemed to hold out much hope for him.

"He's managing to keep it really straight. See you in half an hour?" 
she asked nonchalantly.

"That should be about right."

She leaned back in, lowering herself so that Mike could follow her 
pussy with his tongue. His head was pushed back against the wall as she 
thrust her body at him, grinding her clitoris against his nose as his 
tongue fought it's way between her spreading inner lips. Mike brought 
his hands up to her bottom, holding both cheeks in an effort to spread 
them as well as restrain her movements which were causing his head to 
bang against the wall. His finger traced a line from her cheeks down 
the deep valley and round to her pussy lips. He brought his right hand 
round to the front to ease the insertion of a finger into her vagina. 
As he pushed in and withdrew, the muscles in her legs tensed, sending a 
ripple through her body and making her breath out deeply. She slowly 
sank to the floor, making the stroking with his fingers difficult.

She sat down in front of him, pulled his lips to hers and kissed him. 
Her hands dropped to his lap as she continued to kiss his lips, 
exploring his teeth with her tongue. She found his cock about to burst 
through his trunks, and pulled at the waistband as her head sank to 
greet it with her lips. Mike had never experienced something so 
sensuous and wanted desperately to cry out in pleasure. He looked down 
to see her red head rising and falling slowly as he felt his cock 
disappearing into her mouth.

He put his hands gently on her head by way of thanks, encouraging her 
with every movement of her head. She pulled up, shifting so that he 
could now see his cock as her lips engulfed him and watch in awe as her 
tongue licked around the top of him. She slowly pulled his foreskin 
back, revealing the purple head, and lapped at the base of the bulb and 
below as it joined the thick shaft. She lifted her head and kissed him 
on the lips again.

"Rebecca, that's beautiful. But, we, er... we hardly, you know. We 
hardly know each other." he said, as she continued to hold his cock.

"Oh, you' be surprised!" she said, a glint in her eye.

"No, I mean you haven't seen me like this before, and it's a bit, you 
know, a bit quick!"

"But that's just it, I have seen this before" she said, smiling at him 
as thoughts raced through his mind.

"What do you mean?"

"In your kitchen!"

"You've never been in it!" he said irritably.

"Ah, but I've seen what goes on in there. Especially at the weekend. 
You and your sister seem very close, if you get my meaning!"

It took a couple more seconds before the full force of the implications 
really hit him. Mike's mouth opened and closed as though trying to form 
words as he blushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as though 
he had just been caught stealing sweets from a child. He tried with 
difficulty to work out how many times he had stood in the kitchen with 
his T-Shirt covering his body, and in addition, how many times Lauren 
had sat on the stool while they talked. The scene came flooding back of 
Lauren and Nikki pulling down his trousers and underpants. She looked 
at Mike as though she understood his embarrassment.

"Hey, it's OK, Stefan and I have done it as well, although not for a 
while now. When we were both experimenting we used to pretend we were 
doctors and patients. That led to some great times!"

"Lauren usually just watches, while I, you know, play with her friend." 
said Mike, watching the hand on his cock resume it's movement.

"That's nice. I like it when someone watches." She paused, looking down 
at her hand. "I like your cock, it's a nice shape. My parents'll be 
going out later so we can play some more. What about in the pool?" 
asked Rebecca in the same voice she might have used to ask in the 
supermarket for a kilo of sausages.

Mike looked around the room, feeling an internal tingle as a dribble of 
cum made it's way to the top of his cock. He noticed again the sort of 
altar or shrine that Rebecca had against the other wall, and saw the 
pictures and next to a five-sided star.

"That's my religion. I belong to a local church known as the 
Residualists. There is an element of Buddhism, but mainly it follows 
the teachings of the Bible." said Rebecca, holding his cock with both 
hands.

"How can you be religious?" asked Mike, raising his eyebrows and 
smiling.

"Oh it's easy. The Buddhist element we follow teaches us to relax, and 
to accept things for what they are and the future for what it holds. 
The Christian element allows them to analyse the Bible for the path to 
happiness. All behaviour is accepted because it is inevitable, pre- 
ordained. It's fate." she said proudly.


Chapter 20b

"So you can do what you like?"

"Within reason. You can't kill anyone, of course! But a lot of the 
teachings of the church show us that sex is part of life and therefore 
to be enjoyed as part of the church."

"What do your parents think about all this?

"They don't know too much about it, except that I go off every Sunday 
for a few hours. Also they know I'm being accepted into the upper 
church in about two weeks time, but I know they won't come along." She 
got up, pulling Mike up by the arm. "Hey, we'd better stop. I don't 
want to waste all that cum in here when I can feel it inside me in a 
couple of hours time!" she said, causing Mike's cock to throb 
painfully.

Mike picked up her bikini bottoms as she sat back down on the bed. She 
giggled as she rolled back to give him a perfect view of her ginger 
hair and her enlarged, damp pussy.

"Kiss me there, one more time?" she asked.

Mike pushed her left leg and gave himself ample room to lick along her 
thigh and over her pubic hair, running his tongue through her curls and 
down along the lips of her pussy. She moved her leg back, making it 
easy for Mike to get each leg into the correct bikini hole as he 
covered her up.

"Now, we'd better wait a bit until this goes down" she said, popping 
his cock back into his trunks and putting him back in the pilot's seat. 
Mike felt a little disappointed, but thought that this was so 
unexpected that he had no reason to complain, and even less after the 
promise she had made about the fun they might have after her parents 
leave.

After flying the simulator for a few minutes, Mike returned to normal 
but was slightly concerned, as they went downstairs, that he might 
spring into life when he saw his sister. However, he thought no more 
about it once he began talking to Rebecca's mother about school, 
careers and the holidays. The parents seemed to have found plenty to 
talk about, and would have continued talking until sunset had it not 
been for their respective duties for the remainder of the afternoon.

"You children can stay and play in the pool while we're out. There's 
some more food in the `fridge if you're hungry, but do please clean up 
after you." said Mr. Renzer, piling plates on top one another as she 
tidied up the table on the patio.

"Yes, stay for the afternoon if you like. We'll be at Aunt Francie's 
but we'll be back at about nine." said Lauren's father.

"OK, we'll be good, Daddy!" said Lauren in a baby voice.

"Hey, want to play a game? We can sit out here and get some sun at the 
same time. What about Monopoly?" asked Stefan, already leaving to go 
into the house.

And so as their parents left to attend to their separate duties, the 
children occupied the patio table and set up the game. Stefan acted as 
waiter, pleased that both Lauren and Mike agreed to his suggestion that 
they should all drink a mixture of white wine and lemonade, with plenty 
of ice, while they played. The big chairs were covered by blue and 
white striped cushions, allowing Lauren to put her legs over the arm 
and get comfortable as Stefan distributed the money - with a bit extra 
just for her. Lauren was pleased to note that she was sitting between 
Rebecca and Stefan, with the sun shining directly onto her front.

Once the game was under way, Lauren looked more closely at Stefan, 
remembering the feel of his cock in the water, and the expert touch of 
his finger between her legs as he so innocently taught her how to float 
on her back. He seemed to assume that she would not object to the 
presence of his hand. In fact, he had shown very little caution before 
touching her and rubbing his thumb over her vagina underneath her black 
bikini. She had hated the garment last year, but was having second 
thoughts now. Perhaps it would be a waste to throw it away - unless she 
could beg or borrow one from Marlene one day. Her thoughts wandered as 
she recalled her passionate encounter with Jim. It was just so big, and 
so painful as he....

"Hey, your go. You need a nine to land on me." said Stefan, handing her 
the dice. She shook it quickly and rolled them across the board.

"Five, I'll buy it. I like the stations" said Lauren, handing the notes 
to Stefan.

Their game continued, each player building up their property holding as 
they watched their opponents intently. Rebecca was in a jubilant mood, 
making jokes about anything and everything as she succumbed to the 
white wine.

"Hey, did you enjoy your swim before lunch, Lauren?" she asked.

"Fine, Stefan was teaching me how to float, you know."

"Oh, we know, we saw you, didn't we Mike?" she said with heavy 
innuendo.

Mike was silent, pretending not to hear properly due to his 
concentration on the game.

"Come on Mike, we saw them didn't we? Or couldn't you see from where 
you were?"

"I thought you were sitting on the patio right here?" asked Lauren, 
looking alternately at the boys.

"No, I played with Rebecca's computer."

"You played with me as well. He had no trouble keeping it straight, you 
know!" teased Rebecca.

"Hey, you lot, let's be honest about this!" said Stefan, controlling 
the conversation. "Lauren, Mike, we've seen you in your kitchen a few 
times. We were like you a few years ago. There's nothing to be worried 
about - we won't say anything. Lauren, you're a beautiful girl!" he 
said, patting her hand.

Lauren smiled, feeling that she needed a compliment. Now she cast her 
mind back, she had seen the curtain in their bathroom move slightly now 
and again, but had never actually seen anyone.

"And so is your friend, what's her name?" asked Rebecca.

"Nikki"

"Our parents would kill us if they knew what we done in the past" 
smiled Rebecca. "There was one time that Stefan tied me up really well 
with ropes so that my hands were behind my back and my knees up against 
my chest. He had me on his bed..."

"Becky, it was on your bed, otherwise there really would have been some 
explaining..." interjected Stefan.

"Oh yes, on my bed, and he was pumping me quite quickly when we heard 
my mother open the front door." laughed Rebecca.

"Oh God, what happened?" asked Mike, feeling his cock swelling.

"Well, Stefan pulled his underpants back on lightning fast. I was 
struggling to get free but he'd done such a good job that even Houdini 
wouldn't have got out!"

"I bet you Mum was mad!"

"Well, big brother here picked me up and put me to bed. Then he ran 
downstairs to tell Mum that I wasn't feeling too well and had gone to 
bed!"

"Brilliant!" shouted Lauren gleefully.

"Not that clever. She came upstairs, sat on my bed and took my 
temperature. She wanted to take my pulse but I managed to convince her 
that I just needed sleep. Anyway, I was so hot, dying for it as she 
left, and couldn't get even one finger between my legs!"

"She had to stay in bed for the rest of the day to make it look right!" 
said Stefan. "I sneaked in now and again, putting my hands under the 
cover to try and get the ropes off."

"After a while I told him to forget the ropes and get his fingers into 
me. God, I remember how wicked that felt!"

"Roughly the same thing happened to us." said Mike, warming to the 
idea.

"Oh, Mike" complained Lauren, uncomfortable with the thought of 
revealing their intimacies.

"Lauren! said Rebecca, "we've probably done exactly the same things as 
you have. Don't worry!" Rebecca touched her feet as they hung over the 
side of the chair to provide reassurance.

"Yeah, we were watching a film when our father returned to pick up some 
stuff. We couldn't get upstairs in time and had to hide behind the 
sofa."

"Naked? How many of you?" asked Stefan.

"Three, me, Lori and Nikki. Luckily he didn't come into the lounge, 
just wanted some stuff from the kitchen."

"I love it when there's a little bit of danger involved. I tingle all 
through. Lauren, don't you find it makes you wetter than normal?" asked 
Rebecca.

"I don't know really." she said, fascinated by the conversation but so 
reluctant to share her feelings with people who were really strangers.

"Oh, Lauren, what about when we were in the pool? I know you enjoyed 
that. I could feel it!" said Stefan, smiling kindly at her. "In fact, I 
can still taste it" he said, licking his fingers.

Lauren appeared to start to reply when she simply inhaled slowly, 
dreamily, as eyes closed slightly. It was indeed a wicked thing to do, 
floating in a pool thirty feet from her parents as a boy ran his hand 
over her vagina. To think that her father or mother only had to stand 
up to see what they were doing. They would have gone bezerk. She 
recalled that her brother had already been upstairs with Rebecca and 
had wasted no time in entertaining her, although it may have been the 
other way round, she felt, with the open approach to sex that Rebecca 
seemed to prefer. She smiled.

"I did enjoy it, Stefan. You're very good at it." Inwardly, she 
breathed a sigh of relief, pleased with herself that she had been able 
to communicate her feelings.

"I think the rule should be that we should only talk about boys, girls 
and sex while we play this game. And of course I get to have the 
winner!" said Rebecca.

"What if it's Lauren?" asked Stefan.

"That's fine! And if I win, you'll just have to watch me do myself!" 
she said, laughing as she threw the dice.

The game continued, the conversation alternating between the inevitable 
accusations of cheating and the even more inevitable stories of sex, 
often embroidered by Rebecca as she stood up to provide emphasis and 
acted out the scenes to everyone's amusement. It was clear that she had 
an eye for people's desires and fetishes, and could convey them in a 
very amusing and effective way with her facial expressions and earthy 
humor. Lauren and Mike liked her, their laughter growing with the 
intoxicating effect of the stories, the sun and the wine. Stefan had 
heard much of it before, but obviously had forgotten many of the 
episodes. Rebecca had few scruples about portraying scenes of 
indecency, running her hands over her breasts and between her legs for 
emphasis as required.

"And then there was the time" giggled Rebecca, "that I was sitting with 
my boyfriend at the back of the bus coming back from Thun. He dared me 
to take off my knickers, which of course I did as the bus was empty, 
and I put them in my pocket. Then he dared me to sit on his cock. I 
thought he would chicken out, but he pulled out his thing and I had to 
sit on it."

"Didn't anyone notice?" laughed Lauren, her throat hurting now.

"Well, not to start with, but the bus became really busy, and by the 
time we decided that we'd better stop, there was always someone 
looking. Then the worst thing happened! An old lady sat on the seat 
next to us and tut-tutted at us for cuddling on the bus. The bus bumped 
along the road as it went up into the hills, and I turned to see the 
look on his face as he realised he was going to come! It shot into me, 
dribbling out and over his balls, into his trousers. We had to stay on 
the bus until the lady left, and then quickly get cleaned up. Of course 
we had gone much too far and had to get the next bus back!"

Rebecca turned to Mike, pleased that she had such an appreciative 
audience for a change.

"Hey, I like the look of that, Mike. Can I play too?" she asked, 
leaning forward over the table so that the others could see down her 
bikini top. She ran her hand over the bulge in Mike's trunks, noting 
that it was well on the way to becoming as stiff as before. "Hey, I'm 
hot. Does anyone mind if I take my top off?" asked Rebecca, looking 
mainly at Lauren.

"No, I think in a few drinks time I might just do the same!" replied 
Lauren, her hand moving up and down her thigh as she leaned back and 
looked round at Stefan. He picked up the wine bottle and stood up to 
fill her glass. She noticed that he too had a bulge in his trunks. She 
realised - as her mind tried to visualise the shape of him underneath - 
that she had already drunk plenty of wine, and felt bold enough to 
follow Rebecca's lead. She reached up as she leaned back on the arm of 
the chair and took hold of his concealed weapon, causing him to knock 
the bottle against her glass. Rebecca smiled as she looked at Mike.

"Please?" she asked.

Mike reached over and undid the clip on the back of her bikini, 
watching as the straps pinged apart. Her skin was so pale compared to 
the others and almost matched the white of the patio table. She leaned 
back into the chair as her breasts revealed their true shape. They were 
certainly large, but not very firm, although to Mike they looked very 
grown-up and sexy. She reached behind the chair and clicked the back of 
the seat down a few notches, reclining it almost flat. Stefan cleared 
away the game from the table and made space for the next round of 
entertainment. Lauren helped him put the money and cards into the box, 
and stood in front of him, her back to the table. She saw Mike kneel 
between Rebecca's legs, as she pulled her man closer towards her, 
feeling the stiff arrogance of his cock pressing against her stomach.

Lauren's hand threaded it's way under his trunks and into the large 
tent created by his cock against the material. She held his balls in 
her right hand, squeezing gently as she had done previously in the 
pool. He pulled her up so that as she stood on tip-toes, he kissed her 
lips while she put her arms around his neck. His warm hands touched her 
breasts through her top, causing the little nipples to awaken and stand 
to attention. His fingers moved under the bikini, pushing it gently 
aside as her breasts were treated to sunlight for the first time in 
many years.

Lauren shuddered as his thumbs roamed over her nipples, her thoughts 
turning from her pent-up desires to Jim and then on to her mother and 
father. Between kisses, she glanced at Rebecca, fascinated to see that 
she had one leg over each arm of the chair with her bikini bottoms 
halfway down her thighs, giving her brother ample room to investigate 
her pussy with his tongue. She couldn't see Rebecca's pussy, but 
reckoned from the sounds that she was very wet and enjoying every 
moment. Lauren felt her bikini top come off as Stefan explored her ears 
with his tongue, causing her to become very wet as she pushed herself 
against his body.

Stefan put his hands behind her back and lay her down on the table so 
that her legs draped over the sides without touching the patio. He 
resumed his kissing, pausing only once when he poured some wine over 
her breasts and hot pussy. She could smell the heady incense of the two 
aphrodisiacs as they joined forces to summon the beginnings of her 
orgasm. So many thoughts ran through her head, not least the desire to 
come, to feel Stefan inside her, and to do it outdoors for the world to 
see. Her feelings and desires concurred as the tingling sensation that 
she had grown to worship began inside her, the bubbling deep in her 
stomach signaling that Stefan was doing a fine job. She turned to her 
left to see her bother pulling off the yellow bikini bottoms to reveal 
Rebecca's hairy pussy, and noticed the translucent sheen of his saliva 
dribbling down her little pink lips. Her pussy gaped open, pleading to 
be filled, as Mike stood back up to allow Rebecca to pull down his 
trunks. Seeing his sister he half turned to let each girl to assist. 
His cock sprang out of his trunks, wobbling in the fresh air, only to 
be grabbed by Rebecca and pulled downwards. As Mike disappeared out of 
view, she sensed Stefan move down her body slowly, kissing delicately 
every few inches as he mapped out the hidden jewel and hot cave between 
her legs.

An invisible tongue started licking her feet, sucking her toes as hands 
explored her legs, pushing her knees apart to allow the tongue to make 
it's way into view, onwards to it's goal. The tongue probed around her 
bikini bottom, exploring the gusset that covered her treasure, and 
onwards to her breasts. The tongue teased her taught nipples. As it 
flicked gently, her nipples communicated with the orgasm brewing 
within. Lauren could hear Rebecca on her right gasping in time with the 
squeaking of her chair. Her own body was receiving similar attention, 
as the tongue descended slowly down over her stomach and fingers pushed 
into the sides of her bikini, pulling it down from her waist. Lauren 
obliged by raising her bottom off the table to speed it's progress. Her 
clothes discarded, Stefan pulled her towards him so that her bottom was 
on the edge of the table. He held her legs together with one hand at 
her ankles, pulling down his trunks with the other.

His cock probed her vagina, teasing her as she reached back to grab the 
side of the table behind her head, her breasts flat against her chest, 
rising and falling with her breathing. Her eyes were shut tight, due 
both to the brilliant sun and the sensation of abandonment on the 
table. Suddenly, she knew she had to share the moment.

"Mike, hold me" she pleaded, faintly aware of her voice.

She opened her eyes slightly to see her brother above her, leaning down 
to kiss her. Closing her eyes, she felt another skin behind her, and 
reached up to confirm that Rebecca had taken his place at her head to 
see Stefan enter her. Lauren raised her hands and touched her breasts 
as Stefan placed her legs on his shoulders, allowing him a clear path 
into her. She felt his cock touch her pussy as lips kissed her breasts, 
moving up to her neck and over her ears. As she arched her back to 
encourage the kisses, she smelt the now familiar scent of a woman in 
her nostrils and breathed in deeply. Stefan entered her. He withdrew 
almost all the way and ran his finger over her pussy lips, transferring 
the slipperiness to her anus, underneath his cock. She felt his finger 
probing into her anus, deeper and deeper as his cock plunged back in. 
Although she had no way of really telling, she thought that his finger 
was in several inches, exploring her most private of entrances in front 
of two other people.

She felt Rebecca lean over as her big breasts brushed her face, one 
nipple pausing against her lips. It continued down as now two pairs of 
lips sampled her nipples, tongues flicking occasionally to keep her 
nipples taughtly erect to the point of almost being painful. The finger 
in her anus pumped in unison with Stefan's thick cock giving her 
several minor tremors, precursors of the big one. And then she knew 
that there was no return. Her muscles responded, trembling, contorting 
around the finger and cock as they demanded every ounce of energy to 
satisfy her lust. Her hips left the table with the inward stroke, 
matching thrust for thrust as her feet hooked firmly behind his neck 
and the tongues moved from her breasts to her neck, then round to her 
ears. Firmer and firmer now, the strokes were solid and forceful as 
their pubic hair mashed together. She could feel his strong cock 
pounding into her relentlessly, their bodies slipping together on the 
table easily as her pussy provided it's exotic oils. The finger left 
her anus as an arm wrapped around her legs, causing the cock to be 
squeezed tightly inside her pussy. The tongues probed inside her ears 
as a scream left her lips, a second scream blocked by material thrust 
into her mouth. The pounding into her vagina continued as a warm 
sensation filled her inside and the cock expanded against the walls of 
her pussy. She felt multiple waves shoot over her consciousness, 
dragging her without mercy to that distant place where sound and vision 
stop, and all that it left is pleasure. The material in her mouth 
smelled of woman, and guessing that it belonged to Rebecca, she bucked 
again as another streak of pleasure shot down between her legs.

She felt the cock withdraw and faces, tongues, move down her body 
towards her drenched pussy. And then someone was there, between her 
legs, lapping at her entrance, causing little ripples of pleasure to 
bubble up through to the surface as her legs shook and her stomach 
muscles relaxed slowly. She was vaguely aware of the slick river of cum 
flowing down between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the table as she 
brought her hands over her head towards the tongue, and felt the long 
hair of Rebecca. The tongue moved up to the sparse pubic hair above her 
clitoris, and Lauren pushed her finger into Rebecca's mouth, delighted 
as she felt it being delicately sucked by the naked girl.

"Come with me" whispered Rebecca.

Lauren felt a hand pulling her upright and as she opened her eyes, she 
saw Rebecca's large breasts, the freckles on her stomach and the red 
pubic hair that covered her pussy. She slid off the table, took her 
bikini from Rebecca with a little smile and followed her unsteadily 
through the door into the conservatory. Rebecca held out her hand to 
Lauren and led her up the stairs, giving Lauren a close-up view of her 
rounded bottom and her hairy pussy between her legs, a view that 
Rebecca was well aware of as she swung her hips and accentuated her 
steps with a laugh.

They entered the bathroom, and Rebecca offered her a wet flannel to 
wash herself with.

"Sit on the toilet seat, and I'll clean you up" said Rebecca, pulling 
Lauren's right leg up onto the bath. Rebecca knelt down and wiped away 
the trail of cum and saliva, rinsing the flannel and then cleaning her 
breasts. She rinsed it again and handed it to Lauren. She did the same 
for Rebecca, rinsing off the traces of their previous pleasure. Lauren 
marveled at the firm roundness of Rebecca's breasts, and smiled as she 
dabbed the warm flannel over the lips of her labia.

They left, Lauren following again behind. Rebecca pushed open her 
bedroom door and flopped down on her bed, leaving enough room for 
Lauren to sit carefully on the side.

"Wow, look at all this equipment. No wonder my brother was interested!" 
exclaimed Lauren. She looked around the room noting the books on her 
shelves and the mass of equipment that lay on the table and on top of 
anything that would support it. Her gaze halted on a simple white table 
that was set against the wall. "What's all this?" she asked, indicating 
the small shrine.

"I was telling Mike about that, it's my religion. I'm a member of a 
local church called the Residualists. It's a bit of Buddhism, but 
mainly it's Bible studies." said Rebecca, looking at Lauren.

"I've never heard of them. Do you enjoy going?" asked Lauren, threading 
her way over to the flowers and pamphlets. She started to read the 
first one, noting that there was a belief in righteousness and 
pleasure. She was very pleased to see a mention on fate and pre- 
ordained events and found herself understanding the basic foundations 
of the movement.

"I love it. They are all so kind and well-meaning." said Rebecca, 
placing her hand on Lauren's knee. "In fact, I'm being accepted into 
the upper church in a couple of weeks now I've finished my studies. You 
can come to the ceremony if you like, see what you think." she 
suggested, giving her a squeeze.

"Oh, I don't know, I'd feel out of place."

"Bring you friend, Nikki. You don't have to do anything, but I would 
really like some help before the ceremony as I get ready. Go on, say 
yes!" said Rebecca, grinning as she realised that to have the two girls 
along would be wonderful.

"What would I have to do?"

"I'm not too sure, I've never been a bridesmaid before at the Church. 
But friends say that they have to stay with the Bride, help her to get 
washed, dressed and generally ready. Then we have the ceremony, where 
you have to help me with the man or boy, then we have photos and then 
we have the sort of wedding breakfast which is usually just rolls and 
some wine."

"What do I have to do with this boy?"

"Nothing, more like you'll be helping me just like bridesmaids at other 
churches. He should also have one or two people there to help him. 
Honestly, although I haven't actually done it, I saw a wedding about a 
year ago and it was a really good ceremony. Nothing weird, just lots of 
words and love." said Rebecca.

Lauren leafed through the book, finding the section about marriage 
within the church.

"I'll think about it. Do you really have sex with him? That's what it 
says in this book!"

"Sure. Well, sort of!"

"What, even though you've never seen him before? I could never do 
that!" said Lauren.

"It's symbolic rather than anything else. He'll put it just inside me, 
that's true, but that's about all. Nobody really sees anything!" 
answered Rebecca, giving Lauren a reassuring pat on the leg.

"I'll see what Nikki thinks. I'm only going to go if she will." said 
Lauren.

"Great, now, guess what we are going to do?" said Rebecca, changing the 
subject.

"Er, play with your computer?" asked Lauren.

"Nope. We're going to dress up! Watch this" she giggled, dropping her 
towel as she made her way to the drawers under the pamphlets and 
pictures. She pulled on the top two handles, rummaged around and 
removed several pairs of black lace knickers, bras, stockings and 
suspenders. "I've got white as well, plus one or two silvery grey 
pairs. Let's see what looks best. Stand up!" she commanded, holding out 
the knickers to Lauren.

"I think white against my tan. I bet you look great in the black ones!" 
said Lauren, dropping her towel to the floor. She pulled the white 
knickers that Rebecca handed her over her legs and up tight around her 
bottom. They were a bit too big, a fact confirmed by Rebecca as she ran 
her hand along the top of her legs and down in between her legs.

"Yeah. Here, try these"

The second white pair of knickers fitted very well, and were 
beautifully tailored, deeply cut with lace edging revealing just a 
trace of the wispy pubic hair that had grown since her accident a few 
weeks before. Lauren then dressed in a suspender belt to match the 
knickers, and sat on the bed while they both rolled stockings onto her 
legs. Rebecca helped her fasten them, brushing against her vagina 
without apology, then pulled her up in front of her while she took a 
long look.

"Shoes! Then you'll look super-sexy" she giggled, bending over to look 
under her bed, her bottom high in the air, showing her little hole and 
her wet pussy. Lauren was amazed at just how wet she seemed to be, 
concluding that some of the dampness must still be the result of her 
brother's tongue. Lauren slipped on the shoes offered to her and felt 
powerful with her extra two inches of stature.

"Now me" said Rebecca, laying out the black underwear on the bed. She 
briefly looked out of the window, pleased to report that the boys had 
their trunks back on and were talking by the side of the pool, dangling 
their feet in the water. Lauren watched Rebecca fishing for clothes in 
her bottomless draw, and noticed the sound of a lawn mower close by. 
She even thought she could smell the newly cut grass as she wandered 
over to the window and looked down at the pool. She was pleased to see 
the boys still in conversation. She wondered if they had felt the urge 
to touch each other's cocks, but supposed that they felt no need to 
help each other to orgasm since there were two willing girls to do it 
for them. She turned back to see Rebecca dressed perfectly in her black 
underwear, the high heels accentuating her legs. Her knickers and 
breasts were held tightly by the lace material, barely hiding her bush 
of pubic hair and proud nipples.

"Let's go tease!" giggled Rebecca, climbing onto the bed to get around 
Lauren and racing downstairs nosily.


End first half