Lauren Gisal Volume Two (First third) by Francis Dashwood


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Lauren Gisal in South America

The departure from Switzerland


Chapter 1

The plane streaked silently across the summer sky, its wake leaving a 
white gash in the crystal blue heavens. Thin blankets of cloud gathered 
around the mountain peaks, preparing for their slow evening descent 
over the treacherous rocks and into the green valley where they would 
cloak the winding roads in a veil of mist, cutting off the view for 
travelers between Switzerland and the Italian lakes.

The summer tourist season had all but finished, relieving many of the 
towns, especially Andelburg, of the extra burden of cars, hitchhikers 
and holidaymakers that were a necessary intrusion into their quiet way 
of life. Even the park was deserted. Nobody seemed interested in crazy 
golf, and the tea rooms next to the tennis courts echoed only with the 
occasional clink of china. The sole sign of life was over at the 
bowling green, where four elderly gentlemen played sedately. Lauren had 
seen them before and assumed that they played in all weathers, 
including the snow. She understood the importance of the tourists on 
the financial prosperity of the region, but often wished that there was 
another way to provide income and employment for so many.

As she walked her toes complained of being trapped inside shoes that 
were two sizes too small. She was also conscious of an annoying 
soreness around her waist. She had told her mother that wearing the 
tennis knickers was a bad mistake. Both the shoes and knickers had been 
bought in a sale when she was seventeen, and she had grown in the two 
years since then. She ran her fingers underneath the waistband in an 
effort to ease the chaffing.

Lauren gazed back up to the mountains, forever enthralled by their 
majesty and beauty. Another plane appeared from behind the clouds, 
heading west.

"Ready?" Turning towards the source of a shout, she realised Nikki had 
been holding up a tennis ball for some time, trying to attract her 
attention. Nikki's straight blonde hair was almost to her shoulder 
blades, and Lauren thought it suited her. It fell across her shoulders 
and framed her cute face to perfection. Nikki, like Lauren, would never 
be the prettiest girl in the village, but they were both fortunate to 
possess features that were well in proportion. Her breasts swung 
underneath the thin cotton blouse, and Lauren could see her nipples as 
she swung back her racket. She was pleased that her own breasts were 
smaller, and perfect in her opinion with their classic line down to the 
small nipples and their convex shaping underneath. She recalled some of 
Jim's comments on the first time they had made love and how he had 
stared without speaking at the sight before slowly reaching out to run 
his finger from her shoulder down over her breast and around her 
stomach as though checking they truly existed. They had both been so 
young then, so naive and inexperienced. She smiled and looked over the 
net enquiringly.

"Yeah, of course"

Nikki served. The ball flew high over the net and bounced right in 
front of Lauren. She pulled the racket back and swung almost stylishly, 
the ball grazing the net as it shot past Nikki and bounced just inside 
the base line.

"Out!" shouted Nikki.

"Rubbish, that was easily in, you just didn't see it, that's all!"

The banter continued with almost every point, Lauren winning the vast 
majority until Nikki noticed two young men walking towards the bowling 
green, a course that would take them past the tennis courts. Her game 
improved considerably, as did her willingness to run after the dead 
balls and pick them up, bending down with unnecessary exaggeration as 
she did so, revealing her tanned legs. The boys turned out to be 
twice their age, and hardly gave the girls a second glance.

"Oh, can't we stop now? I'm aching everywhere" moaned Nikki.

"Let's have a drink, then we'll play until three o'clock."

Lauren watched Nikki as she shuffled towards her. She had known her for 
almost six years and the very sight of her made her insides bubble up 
in pleasure. They had learnt, laughed and loved so much together 
through their teens that their parting was going to create an enormous 
void in her life - maybe not for ever - but Lauren did not 
underestimate how she would feel on the day they she boarded the 
plane..

The sat on the black tarmac of the tennis court, leaning back against 
the mesh fencing, shaded from the sun by two enormous beech trees. 
Lauren pulled out a thermos flask and poured drinks, silently offering 
one to Nikki, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground, both girls acutely 
aware of the short time they had left together. Eventually, Nikki 
turned to her.

"It's not fair. Now that we don't have school we could do so much, and 
you're going away" she said quietly.

"It's not definite yet. Maybe the children won't like me and they'll 
find someone else." said Lauren with little conviction. Nikki rested 
her head on Lauren's shoulder. The family that she was to join had 
searched for almost five months for a live-in au pair that would fit 
into their life-style and expectations as far as credentials were 
concerned. "You can come and visit me!" suggested Lauren.

"What, all the way to Bongo-Bongo land? It would cost a fortune!"

"It's San Falino, and it costs about a thousand francs" said Lauren.

"Why don't you stay at home? Look after your mother? Do knitting for 
the Salvation Army? Get shopping for old ladies?" said Nikki.

"Don't be dumb. Any ideas yet about what you'll do?"

"Don't know." Nikki looked dejected as she stared at the ground. She 
had applied for a position at the local bank but she had sent the 
application form off three weeks ago and hadn't received any reply. She 
had heard through a friend at the bank that they were unlikely to take 
her. Further education seemed the most likely course, or enter into the 
noble family profession of hotelier. "My grades weren't as good as I 
needed. I still can't understand how you did so well when you're never 
with us on this planet!"

"I suppose it all sank in somehow. Osmosis or something. Aren't you 
going to carry on at college?" asked Lauren

"Suppose so. I really don't know. My father still thinks I should learn 
hotel management, but that's just an easy way out. I need to do 
something for myself. You know, learn something." She looked up through 
the leaves, exhaling. "Oh I don't know..."

"Learn something and meet some hunky man?"

"Now there's an idea. You're right! Honestly, I need some man." said 
Nikki. She licked her lips with crude seduction. "With a big willy!"

"Nik, you're a tart sometimes!"

"I'm only joking. How's Jim Beam?"

"Ho ho ho!" said Lauren, frowning. Lauren had told her that the first 
time they made love it had taken her several minutes before she could 
comfortably accommodate him fully inside her. Sometimes her humour got 
a little too close for comfort, especially as she had shared most of 
the gory details about their love making in confidence. "I haven't seen 
him for almost a week, what with the end of term for both of us and 
everything else."

Nikki rested her hand on Lauren's knee. "I know he's special, don't 
worry."

Lauren grimaced as she moved her legs. "God, these stupid knickers. My 
mum said I should wear them and look the part but they're chopping my 
legs off!" She hitched her skirt up slightly along her thigh to show 
Nikki the frilly material and wicked elastic.

"Take them off then!" said Nikki mischievously.

"Stupid!"

Nikki ran her fingers gently along the inside of Lauren's leg. "Come 
on, it'll be a laugh! There's nobody here"

Lauren saw in her eyes that she was serious, and felt Nikki's fingers 
dip for an instant between her thighs. A thousand memories flooded 
back as Lauren's heart fluttered like the breeze that rippled through 
the leaves above them.

"You crazy?" hissed Lauren, looking behind.

"Go in the toilets then. If you do, I will too!"

Lauren looked over to the old men playing bowls, certain in the 
knowledge that if she didn't do it, Nikki would torment her until she 
did. She giggled. "Come on then!"

They skipped, giggling like schoolgirls into the ladies toilets and 
slammed the cubicle door shut behind them. Lauren looked at Nikki and 
grinned. She pulled up her skirt and thrust her fingers into the 
waistband of her knickers, pulling them down to her ankles. She laughed 
loudly as she picked them off the floor.

"God, that's better!"

Nikki gripped her arm. "Now mine!" she whispered.

Lauren understood her request and slipped her hands around Nikki's 
supple waist. She slid her knickers down to her knees and smiled, 
shaking her head gently as she looked up into her eyes. Nikki gathered 
them up and slipped the lock on the door, turned and placed her hand 
gently on Lauren's shoulder, brushing her long brown hair behind her. 
She leaned forward and quickly kissed her cheek.

"Come on, we should play for another ten minutes then get the half past 
three bus." said Nikki, suddenly full of energy as she strode out onto 
the court.

"I'm not running around like this!"

"There's nobody here! Or are you afraid one of those old guys over 
there might take advantage of you?"

Lauren walked slowly, glancing all around in case anyone might have 
been hiding in the bushes or behind the trees. Nikki hit the ball high 
and Lauren realised that she was going to have to run and stretch. She 
laughed loudly as the game disintegrated into one of making the 
opponent run and turn as much as possible. She hit it back gently so 
that Nikki stood a chance of returning it and was delighted with a 
glimpse of the top of Nikki's thighs. Within five minutes the game had 
dissolved into laughter with neither girl really prepared to risk being 
seen in all her glory.

"Come on, let's pack up and go!" said Nikki, looking at her watch. A 
wicked smile on her face told Lauren that she intended to go on the bus 
dressed as she was. Lauren held her arm and laughed loudly as she 
collected the flask on the way out, holding the fashionable brown bag 
her mother had given her against her stomach. As they reached the gates 
to the court, Nikki reached round and pinched her bottom. Lauren 
squirmed and giggled.

"Ooh! What's under here little girl?" asked Nikki in a baby voice as 
she reached for her skirt.

"No! Don't you dare!" she shouted, turning to walk backwards and keep 
Nikki in her sights. The bus stop was only a few hundred meters from 
the park and Lauren constantly surveyed the passing pedestrians for any 
sign that they might know what was going on. Lauren could feel the warm 
breeze wafting up off the pavement and around her thighs. The gentle 
caress coupled with the sheer wantonness of their actions caused waves 
of anticipation to surge through Lauren's stomach. It was always Nikki 
that pushed the limits of her tolerance and morality. She kept the ugly 
bag pulled tightly against her stomach as Nikki mouthed lewd remarks to 
her. She glanced at Nikki's breasts and saw her nipples poking hard 
against the cotton of her blouse. She felt her pussy stirring, 
tingling, the tiny hairs unmatting, sending a list of demands to her 
brain that she would only be too happy to satisfy.

They waited less than five minutes for the bus, bounding up the steps 
and flashing their school bus passes at the driver. Grabbing all five 
seats at the back, they settled down for the ten minute ride.

The bus headed into town, pulling up at almost every bus stop for 
passengers. A young boy entered the bus and handed over a fifty franc 
note, much to the driver's disgust. The ticket clicked out of the 
machine while the driver sorted out his change. The boy, younger than 
the girls, looked in their direction and smiled awkwardly. As he 
stuffed the change in his pockets he dropped a couple of his coins 
noisily on the steps of the bus, bent down to scoop them off the floor, 
and finally walked down the aisle. The torment on his face showed as he 
calculated how far down the bus he could go without being too obviously 
interested in Lauren and Nikki. His courage gave way two rows from the 
back, and he flopped down in the double seat, arranging his limbs in 
the least relaxed position known to man.

The girls looked at each other and giggled. The boy turned sheepishly 
and smiled at them. Nikki burst out laughing and the boy's face froze 
in horror as he turned round to face the front. Nikki ran her tongue 
along her top lip and pouted in his direction causing Lauren to burst 
into laughter. They giggled uncontrollably for at least two stops, 
giving the driver good cause to glance in his mirror.

The boy shifted position, his head against the window and his arms 
folded tightly across his chest. Nikki leaned forward provocatively 
towards the boy and ran her hands across her breasts, looking briefly 
across at Lauren for encouragement. As she giggled the boy turned and 
Lauren shrieked with laughter at her poor sense of timing. Annoyed, 
Nikki brought her feet up onto the seats and ran her hand between her 
legs, making groaning noises. Even though only Lauren could see she had 
no knickers, she looked at her in wide- eyed disbelief as her nineteen 
year-old friend acted so crudely in public. The boy was clearly dying 
to see what was happening as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 
Lauren reached into her brown bag, and pulled out her knickers.

"Hey!" she whispered. The boy turned.

"It so hot!" she said theatrically as she wiped her forehead.

Nikki held her hand to her mouth and spluttered loudly as though she 
would burst. The boy turned further, looked at Nikki and then away in 
disgust. That provided the final episode that kept them laughing all 
the way to the bottom of the hill where Lauren's road started. They 
rang the bell and made their way along the central aisle as the bus 
pulled into the layby. As Nikki passed the boy she briefly hitched up 
the side of her skirt and scratched seductively. Lauren heard the boy 
groan in amazement as she passed. Her head ached from the laughter and 
she knew that she had to be sensible for a while to give the dull pain 
a chance to subside. She jumped down onto the pavement alongside Nikki 
as the doors hissed in unison with the brakes and the bus swung out, 
continuing it's journey to Interlaken.

"I hate this hill. Why couldn't you live somewhere flat?" said Nikki.

"The whole place is hills, dumbo. Anyway, it's not as though it's a 
long way. It'll do you good!"

"How come you like exercise all of a sudden? You used to rub mud on 
your knees so that the games staff thought you'd been doing something."

Lauren smiled at her, wondering what other little secrets she had 
absorbed. Nikki was an endless store of anecdotes and observations, all 
filed away and waiting to come out, rarely maliciously, but always the 
correct comment for the moment.

"It's different now. At school we were forced to play tennis and hockey 
and all that. But now, I want to keep fit and not become fat and 
horrible, don't you?"

Lauren was the last person who needed to worry about her weight. Her 
thighs and legs were lean and tanned, but Nikki would have to be 
careful. Her breasts were not pendulous but were full, and her legs and 
buttocks looked as though she could usefully spend an hour or two each 
week jogging or swimming just to keep them in trim. They swung through 
the small garden gate and walked along the path that curved round to 
the kitchen door. Unlocking it, they marched in and dumped their bags 
on the floor.


Chapter 2

"Cooee. It's us!" shouted Lauren. Silence. "Great, grab some cold 
drinks from the fridge and follow me upstairs. Actually, wine would be 
good - there's some Niersteiner or something somewhere."

Lauren stood on the bottom stair and waited for Nikki. While they had 
experimented with each other from the age of about thirteen, as many 
girls and boys will at some point as their sexuality develops, they 
had both found boyfriends soon after and their relationship had 
continued without the sexual involvement. Then at about sixteen, there 
had been a period of about three months when nothing else seemed to 
matter other than them as a couple. Every waking moment seemed to be 
consumed by thinking about Nikki, phoning her, writing letters to her, 
and making love to her whenever possible. Lauren had even stopped 
going out with Jim at the time, just to be with her longer each day. 
Problems at school with their classmates, and suspicions at home had 
caused them to conduct themselves more discretely. Again the intensity 
of their relationship had waned until a week ago, when Lauren felt so 
strongly that she had kissed her, full on the lips while her hands dug 
deeply into her bottom. Nikki had simply stood there, expressionless. 
She hoped that she was about to find out the answer to the question 
that the kiss had conveyed. The peck on the cheek during tennis had 
made her heart leap in expectation.

Nikki emerged from the kitchen carrying a half empty bottle of 
Liebfraumilch and two tumblers. As Lauren turned, she knew, absolutely 
knew, that Nikki was looking up her skirt and she felt the arousal and 
familiar stirring before she had even reached the top of the stairs. 
She flopped onto her bed, leaving enough room for Nikki to join her 
after she had filled the two glasses.

"Here's to us" said Lauren as she leaned against the headboard, her 
legs stretched out along the length of the bed. Nikki curled up below 
her, leaning on her elbow as she clinked her glass against Lauren's. 
Lauren looked down at her and understood her melancholy mood but could 
do little to change the plans that she had made. She touched Nikki's 
head lightly, her fingers stroking her blonde hair as it gathered over 
her shoulders, following the seam of her blouse down along her arm. 
Her thighs were slightly tanned, young and firm, exposed where her 
white socks had fallen to her ankles. She noticed her toes stretch and 
curl while her head slowly sank onto Lauren's stomach. She looked 
towards the bedroom door and noted that it was closed. Placing her 
wine on the bedside table, she stretched out further, exhaling and 
savouring their closeness. She felt Nikki wrap an arm under her, 
pulling her tighter. Her eyes closed in expectation as she listened to 
her heart beating rapidly, checking every signal from her young friend 
as she prayed for the touch that would confirm that they were once 
again lovers.

"You're going to find lots of new boys over there, I bet" said Nikki. 
Lauren felt the warm breath through her blouse.

"Hmm, but they don't speak German or French."

Lauren jerked slightly as she felt a finger touch her knee. She 
waited, her breathing shallower now, waited for the finger to move 
higher. She willed it to move, to confirm that an angel would carry 
her off into the clouds above and not leave her floating in purgatory. 
Then she felt a hand, running down her left leg, heard a gulp as Nikki 
finished her wine, and movement on the bed as she leaned over to place 
her glass on the table. Lauren dared not open her eyes but waited as 
Nikki snuggled back into her, the warmth returning as the hand moved 
up from her knee and along her thigh, slowly caressing her tanned 
skin. Lauren reached back down and stroked Nikki's hair, pushing it 
behind her ear as she traced a line down along her shoulders, lightly 
with a single finger.

The hand moved just under her skirt and across to her other leg. 
Lauren exhaled contentedly and her head rolled to one side as she felt 
the material of Nikki's blouse brush against the hair above her pussy. 
Her question had been answered as that single touch brought back 
feelings in her that she had only experienced with Nikki, feelings 
that seemed to have been locked away for years and were now released, 
as fresh as they day they had been preserved. 

She wanted to wash away the sweat from the game, to be absolutely 
clean to make the afternoon perfect. She lifted Nikki's head up, 
touching her cheek as she slid up the bed to lay on the pillow with 
her, nestling again into her. Lauren touched her gently on the neck 
and as she lifted her face, kissed her lightly on the lips. Nikki 
smiled and laughed gently, returning the kiss as her hand made it's 
way round her shoulders. They embraced passionately, their tongues 
exploring once again the softness of their lips. Lauren stretched 
gloriously as she kissed, almost yawning as her muscles flexed 
throughout her body. A luxurious feeling permeated through her as she 
tasted the wine on Nikki's lips.

"Let's wash. I'll call you when it's ready" said Lauren quietly as she 
lay Nikki down on the pillow and took her dressing gown from behind 
the door. She took another from the cupboard in the spare room and 
returned to cover Nikki with it. "Just to keep you warm" she said, 
smiling as she left the room.

She ran the bath and added oils, filling the room with a heady scent. 
As she sat on the edge of the bath, trailing her hand underneath the 
taps, she looked absently at the door, thinking of Nikki and then of 
Jim. He had been so understanding, if that was really the correct 
word. More accurately, he had accepted that Lauren needed the intimacy 
of Nikki. Not of women in general, just Nikki. They had discussed it 
once or twice, but Lauren had never allowed her loving relationships 
to interfere with each other. Except of course those three months 
where she had no explanation of what happened. In retrospect that 
aberration in her relationship with Jim had been a mess, something 
that she regretted until she remembered the nights she had spent with 
Nikki. Jim had been so good about the whole episode. At first, he had 
said he understood because he accepted Lauren's position of it being 
completely different from their relationship - more like being 
sisters. But as she devoted less and less time to him, and chats on 
the phone with Nikki became afternoons together, then Saturday nights, 
then weekends, he had finally lost patience. The passion faded in 
their lovemaking, when it happened, until she found herself dreading 
the pain as he entered her. Even the feeling of him coming deep inside 
her stretched vagina and the wonderful dribble of his cum from her 
pussy usually failed to satisfy her. She drifted full- time into the 
arms of Nikki.

It had caused concerns for her parents and even though they had never 
said anything directly, they had found it strange that either Lauren 
was sleeping at Nikki's or Nikki was sleeping at her house. Or they 
spent all weekend together to the exclusion of all their other 
friends. Moreover, the usual conversation in the household that began 
'Jim can do this', or 'Jim said...' was replaced with silence. She was 
aware that the majority of her classmates knew what was happening. Her 
brother certainly knew what happened because he had witnessed it. God, 
she thought, there was another stupid mess.

Lauren turned off the taps and stood, unbuttoning her blouse and 
releasing her bra. Her breasts moved slightly as she rubbed underneath 
them where the material had cut in and left it's mark. Without any 
encouragement, her fingers moved to her nipples which crowned her pale 
breasts, caressing them as they stirred very slightly into action. She 
slipped out of the skirt as it dropped to the floor and ran a finger 
down across her stomach and between her pussy lips. A hint of 
excitement rippled through her body as she brought her fingers back up 
to her nostrils. She ran her nails through the trimmed hair until she 
was satisfied that she was ready. Collecting up her clothes, she 
opened the door and whispered across the passageway.

"Hey, bath time!"

"OK, won't be a minute!"

Lauren dumped her clothes by the wash basin and checked her face in 
the mirror. Grabbing the hairbrush, she tried in vain to remove the 
tangles in her hair before Nikki arrived. To her delight, her dark 
brown hair had managed to grow well past her shoulders, and little 
curls had formed giving it body and her own style. She turned as the 
door opened to reveal Nikki.

"Shit, I didn't know it was that bad!" laughed Lauren as she looked up 
and down. The dressing gown had holes in it and the belt was from 
another garment, maybe another century.

"I expect your mum is keeping it until they come back into fashion."

Smiling, Lauren realised that it must have been her father's at some 
point, but she decided not to tell her anything about it. She took the 
wine and filled the glasses, setting them down beside the bath. Nikki 
took hold of her hips from behind, pulling her backwards as her arms 
encircled her, meeting at the knot in the middle. Nikki's fingers 
deftly undid the belt, letting it fall as her hands explored beneath 
the toweling, searching above her stomach and cupping her breasts. 
Lauren leaned back, straining to kiss her but Nikki nestled into her 
neck, planting kisses over her shoulders as her fingers toyed with her 
nipples. Lauren savoured the feeling for several moments, then reached 
behind, held Nikki's hips and pulled tightly. She moved her bottom 
from side to side as she pushed back. Nikki turned her, pushing off 
the dressing gown in one swift motion before standing slightly on tip-
toes to kiss her fully on the lips. Lauren responded eagerly, pulling 
Nikki's belt hard and almost tearing the cloth from her body. She felt 
her breasts squeeze against Nikki's as her hands went to her back and 
pulled her tightly. The girls embrace relaxed slowly until they simply 
stared into each others eyes and stepped into the bath together.

They sat facing the taps, Nikki laying back on Lauren, positioned 
between her legs. They talked quietly about the day, the next week 
(when Lauren would leave), and what Jim would do after her departure. 
Lauren paid great attention to Nikki, touching her nipples gently so 
they stood to attention. During a lull in the conversation, Nikki 
inclined her head so that they could kiss, her long hair trailing 
below the surface as Lauren swirled the water over her breasts. Steam 
rose from the bath, obscuring the mirrors and causing tiny droplets of 
perspiration to form on their faces, running down their cheeks in tiny 
sensuous rivulets. Nikki moved her hips harder against Lauren, pushing 
against her pussy as her hands moved down to Lauren's legs. Lauren 
opened her eyes and looked at her feet, realising that the last time 
they had made love in the bath they had been thirteen. At nineteen 
there was precious little room.

"Maybe we should just wash then go back to my room" suggested Lauren.

Nikki nodded, turned and stood up, the water sloshing around in the 
bath, wetting Lauren's hair. 

"Let me have the soap - the nice stuff" said Lauren, sitting up.

Nikki handed her a bar of cream coloured soap and Lauren lathered her 
hands, transferring the white bubbles to Nikki's legs. She washed all 
around, trying hard not to stare at her vagina and the lips that 
revealed her inner pinkness.

"Kneel down"

Lauren washed her stomach and breasts, soaping each one individually 
and then rinsing off the soap by throwing handfuls of water over her. 
Her hands moved lower, massaging her firm stomach on the way to her 
pubic mound. Lauren slowly ran the soap between her legs, causing her 
to place a hand on her shoulder. She explored the slipperiness with 
her fingers, delighting as she discovered that her parted lips were 
even more lubricated that she could have dared to wish. Gently, 
slowly, she pushed a finger inside her. Lauren thought her own heart 
would burst as she felt the familiar contours of her vagina, the 
pulsing of the muscular walls and the tight grip that held her finger 
in place. As she pulled out, her hand moved further between her legs, 
seeking out her little brown hole. Lauren knew that sometimes Nikki 
found the idea distasteful but on other occasions she had actively 
encouraged exploration. As she pushed against the opening she felt her 
squirm and knew that this was a time to leave it well alone. Nikki sat 
down facing Lauren, rinsing off the remaining suds from her chest. She 
watched as Lauren stood up, noting the pleasure in Lauren's eyes, the 
perfection of her breasts and her highly aroused pussy.

"Spread your legs a little more. Yeah, that's better." Nikki ran the 
soap over her shins and the back of her legs, rubbing and rinsing as 
she went. With bubbles on both hands, she dropped the soap and pushed 
up between her legs, holding her buttocks firmly. She pulled Lauren 
towards her and planted a kiss on her pubic hair, just above her 
parted lips. Her hands then traveled down again, over her anus and 
vagina. Lauren groaned and closed her eyes, holding the wall to steady 
herself. Nikki held her hips and pulled her down so that she knelt in 
the water. Lauren felt warm hands massaging her firm breasts, slipping 
and circling her nipples as her stomach twitched. The hands went 
lower, retrieved the soap and returned between her legs, pushing the 
corner of the bar between her swollen lips. Nikki ran the soap along 
her lips, trailing her thumb for extra stimulation while Lauren opened 
her legs as wide as the bath would allow. She felt the soap edging 
closer towards her anus, pushing against the strong muscles of the 
opening. Then a finger took the place of the soap, pushing, coaxing as 
new sensations shot through her body.

"Turn round" whispered Nikki.

"It's allright....."

"I want to. I know you love it"

Lauren turned, arranging her feet either side of Nikki and leaned 
forward as Nikki pushed against the small of her back. She exhaled 
loudly, her head dropping onto the side of the bath just as the finger 
found it's mark again and started exploring. She could feel Nikki 
pushing soap against the hole with her thumb, hardly even entering 
her. Then the bar of soap again, followed by a finger. Nikki shuffled 
closer to her and placed her left hand on her back. Then the wondrous 
finger returned, pushing, staying deep inside her, filling her and 
rekindling a feeling that had laid dormant for almost three years. 
Lauren thought that the stirrings in her stomach, the bubbling that 
tensed her muscles and caused her heart to flutter must surely make 
her come. Nikki slowly drew her finger out all the way and Lauren 
groaned as her sphincter gave up its little prisoner. Nikki pushed the 
bar of soap against her hole and inserted her finger again. Almost 
immediately, Lauren recognised that feeling, the one that started way 
down below her stomach, that grew in her so deeply that it was wholly 
different from an orgasm but much longer lasting. Nikki pulled back, 
pushed in, pulled back starting up a slow rhythm. Lauren gripped the 
side of the bath, her eyes tightly shut and her face screwed up as 
though in pain. Nikki soaped her fingers some more and continued her 
rhythmic movement until she finally pulled out and washed her 
thoroughly with soap and water.

Lauren turned and sank back into the water, her eyes still closed and 
her hand gripping tightly over her pussy. She looked up to see the 
wondrous sight of Nikki leaning over her, wrapped in a white bath 
towel, beckoning her to the bedroom. Lauren dried herself off quickly 
and made her way across to her bedroom, closing the door silently 
behind her. 

Nikki was already lying on the bed, glass of wine in hand, her hair 
damp from the bath and her face glistening from the steamy heat of the 
bathroom. Lauren felt her own towel slowly slipping from her body as 
she knelt beside the bed to kiss the young girl. The damp freshness of 
her skin excited her, her lips moving from her neck to her ear and on 
to her mouth. Nikki responded with a sigh, pushing her tongue slowly 
towards Lauren's as their embrace intensified. Lauren's hand found her 
waist and explored the area below her breasts, venturing longingly 
over her soft mounds and just under the top of the towel. She tugged, 
lightly at first then harder to free the towel from underneath Nikki. 
Parting it slowly, she revealed her breasts and nestled into them, 
kissing and licking as she journeyed lower, pushing the towel open. 
The scent of the bath oils drifted up as Lauren parted her own legs 
slightly until the towel restricted her movement. She could hear 
Nikki's breathing intensify as her stomach twitched and muscles flexed 
in apparently random fashion. Nikki ran her hand through Lauren's 
hair, guiding her slowly but surely to the very center of her sex, 
urging her to pull off the remainder of the towel and reveal the dark 
patch of hair that would give way to the wet, shiny folds of 
excitement between her legs.

Lauren pulled Nikki's legs round and brought her feet to the floor. 
The towel slipped off as Lauren licked up from her knees, parting her 
thighs as she neared her goal. She pulled Nikki forward so that her 
bottom was almost off the bed and gently touched the inside of her 
thighs, causing Nikki to cry out gently as anticipation and 
imagination took hold of her thoughts. Lauren closed her eyes and felt 
her way deeper and deeper, using only the whimpers of Nikki and her 
own tongue as her guide. She parted Nikki's legs further as she licked 
along the very tops of her thighs and over to her swollen lips. In an 
almost leisurely manner, she ran her tongue down along her wet lips, 
pausing only briefly at the bottom before returning to the top, 
avoiding her hooded clitoris and then down in between the exposed 
inner folds of her pussy. Her tongue teased, pushing slowly further 
between the sweet folds of her inner lips then darting back to trace 
the outline of her pussy lips, slowly returning and delving deeper 
until Lauren pushed her tongue deep into the opening. The fragrance of 
the bath oils instantly mixed with the hot scent of pent up lust as a 
tide of love coated her tongue. Lauren lapped longingly, her tongue 
probing, pushing in and out as Nikki's hips shuddered and tensed. She 
pushed the girl back further onto the bed and slid her hands under her 
bottom, using her thumbs to part her pussy lips before her tongue once 
again entered Nikki's hot teenage tunnel. Lauren tasted her. She 
remembered the wonderfully thick fluids of three years before and 
marveled how she thought she could have identified Nikki just from the 
taste of her sweet pussy. The thought of being forced to identify her 
as some sort of test appealed to her, but faded from her mind as the 
liquid lust mixed with her saliva and her nose rubbed against Nikki's 
clitoris. 

Nikki grabbed the back of her legs, pulling hard as her knees almost 
touched her breasts and her tongue lapped along the length of her 
upper lip. Lauren leaned forward, shrugged off her towel and slowly 
dabbed her tongue over the girl's sex, teasing, tempting, taking her 
further down the path of her private dream. Darting occasionally 
between her lips, she alternated with excursions over the softness 
skin of her inner thighs, feeling Nikki tremble as she licked her way 
up from the tender folds of her vagina towards her clitoris, sucking 
at her lips and pulling gently as she neared her bud. Dribbling saliva 
over the hood, she took it between her lips and pulled it gently, then 
released it. She flicked it with her tongue before licking in tiny 
circles, feeling with fascination the sheer energy that was being 
released as Nikki's hips bucked and her hands gripped tightly around 
her legs. She lapped quickly at her clitoris, now fully exposed from 
underneath it's little covering, pushing, flicking and circling with 
her tongue as Nikki's whimpers grew into moans and the bed creaked 
underneath her. Lauren ventured down slightly, once again entering her 
pussy, returning to her clitoris and repeating the teasing until she 
felt the muscles of her vagina spasm against her tongue. Quickly, she 
dribbled over her clitoris and took it between her lips, sucking it 
harder and harder as Nikki moaned loudly, urging her to carry her over 
the final hill. Lauren licked and sucked with the same rhythm, knowing 
exactly where Nikki was in her orgasm, and as she saw the lips of her 
pussy quiver, she sucked hard as Nikki stopped moaning and shook 
silently, her mouth open and her eyes tightly closed. Lauren continued 
to suck her clitoris, slowly reducing the intensity as she began again 
to lick and probe her with her tongue. Nikki exhaled loudly, drew in a 
deep breath and moaned.

They remained together for several minutes as Nikki's breathing slowed 
back to normal and her body relaxed. Lauren was determined to ensure 
that Nikki remembered the afternoon, and began licking along her 
thighs with her tongue, while very gently introducing a finger into 
her hot little hole. Nikki groaned wildly, sliding down the bed 
towards Lauren's finger, encouraging it to sink deeper and deeper 
inside her as she gripped Lauren's head between her thighs. Lauren 
pushed her finger high inside her pussy, almost behind her clitoris. 
She licked around her inner lips and returned to her clitoris, moving 
her finger in and out slowly but firmly in time with Nikki's 
breathing. Almost without warning, Nikki came again, her pussy 
gripping Lauren's finger tightly as she pulsed inside with sheer joy, 
her legs wrapping round Lauren's head and pulling her powerfully 
against her. They both remained almost motionless as Nikki's face 
reddened and her thigh muscles bulged. Nikki shook very quietly on the 
bed until she exhaled with an almighty groan, then bucked hard against 
Lauren's finger. Slowly, her legs relaxed, allowing Lauren to breath 
properly again and tease her way lower, flicking inside the wet little 
cave to sample the result of her loving. Lauren's delight was evident 
in the way she licked her lips, delirious with the nectar that she had 
missed for such a long time. Nikki's moaning subsided and Lauren 
slithered snake-like from the floor, brushing her breasts between her 
legs, kissing her navel then each nipple until her lips met Nikki's 
and allowed them to share in her taste.

They held each other for several minutes until Lauren reached for her 
dressing gown and pulled it over both of them, resting her head on 
Nikki's shoulder, listening to the regular pounding of her heart. She 
felt a hand exploring round her head, down her back and then round to 
her neck. Lauren looked up into Nikki's eyes and smiled.

"Wait a while, I'll be back" said Nikki, slipping from the bed naked 
and opening the door. Lauren watched her bottom, still tight and 
rounded as she remembered it as it wiggled out of sight. Lauren knew 
exactly what that phrase meant. Some might have thought that Nikki had 
gone to the toilet, or to clean herself. But Lauren knew that she 
would be back inside ten seconds with something that would send her 
wild. She pulled the covers off the bed and slid quickly between the 
cool cotton sheets, lying on her stomach and facing away from the 
door. Sure enough she heard gentle footsteps coming back, the door 
shutting softly, and then the bed moving as Nikki sat back down. The 
covers were pulled up just leaving the top of her shoulders exposed as 
Nikki started to massage her shoulders and neck. Lauren purred.

Hands moved purposefully across her shoulders and round her neck, 
kneading and pushing the soft skin and muscles, willing the aches to 
vanish under the magic of her touch. She felt Nikki straddle her back 
and sit down on her buttocks, rocking gently back and forth, pushing 
her own pussy hard against the sheets. Then the hands pulled at the 
sheets, exposing her back. Lauren knew what Nikki was going to do, and 
forced herself to wait for the moment, trying to concentrate on the 
attention that she was being given by her schoolfriend. She breathed 
loudly, ensuring Nikki knew that she was grateful. And then the sheet 
came off, maybe down to her legs as Lauren felt Nikki shift further 
towards her feet, sitting on top of her legs, rubbing the taut globes 
of her buttocks in a circular motion, squeezing them together then 
pulling them apart. Each time they parted, cool air wafted against her 
anus, sending shivers of pleasure up through her body. And then she 
felt the tell-tale dribble of the warm liquid, dripping slowly down 
the crack of her bottom, mingling with her own lubrication as it found 
it's way to her pussy. Nikki wouldn't allow her to open her legs 
though, and held her in her own vice-like grip as she rubbed the oil 
in between her buttocks. Then another squirt, and another, until she 
heard to bottle fall to the floor.

Her heart pounded as she almost squealed in anticipation. She lifted 
her bottom off the sheet as far as she could with the hope of feeling 
Nikki's hand even a second sooner, but Nikki leant on her back with 
one hand as the other again explored the tight crack of her bottom. 
Lauren squealed, pleading as though Nikki was withholding a life- 
saving antidote.

"Please! Oh, please!" she wailed, trying to look round.

Nikki slipped her middle finger along the crack and encountered her 
anus. It was coated in Baby oil and her finger entered a fraction of 
an inch before retreating. Lauren grabbed the pillow and bit into it 
like a condemned woman. Nikki moved along the crack again, this time 
venturing further with her finger, leaving it inside longer before 
turning slightly and pulling it out. Lauren made no sound but still 
tried to raise her bottom off the bed as far as she could. Nikki 
inserted again, paused, and then pushed all the way so that the palm 
of her hand rested on Lauren's cheeks.

Lauren made a sound that seemed to be a mixture of a giggle and a 
groan, repeating it steadily as Nikki pulled out and pushed back in 
again, collecting up as much of the oil as she could on each stroke. 
She continued for almost a minute as Lauren's passageway relaxed and 
allowed Nikki to insert a second finger. She felt Nikki moving and 
knew that it was time to turn over. Still keeping her fingers firmly 
in place, Nikki moved Lauren onto her back and knelt beside her, 
moving up to kiss her nipples and lick her breasts. She gripped her 
legs and encouraged Lauren to spread them so that she could continue 
to move her fingers in and out of her. Lauren held her head gently, 
stroking her hair while concentrating on the special sensations that 
were developing inside her. She opened her eyes and saw the smile on 
Nikki's face as she licked and teased each nipple with her tongue, 
clearly enjoying herself, just as she had done at sweet sixteen. 
Lauren saw that her nipples were erect, responding to the attention 
being afforded them. Then Nikki disappeared below the little hillocks 
on her way to pastures new. Lauren felt a tongue briefly on her navel 
and then around her sparse pubic hair as it traced a line down between 
her thighs, encountering her highly aroused pussy lips and the sweet 
stickiness between. Nikki removed her fingers and used her tongue 
gently on the delicate folds of skin the made up her inner lips, 
teasing and probing as she explored the warmth of her sex.

Her tongue found the hood of her clitoris and flicked firmly, 
encouraging the little pink bud to come out and play. She was rewarded 
with a groan from Lauren as she fully blossomed out into the open. 
Nikki licked her for several minutes, alternating between her pussy 
lips, the opening of her vagina and the tiny bud above. She ran her 
hands along her thighs and around her buttocks, stimulating every 
conceivable nerve in her body as she waited for Lauren's orgasm to 
build. Lauren gripped her arm firmly as she felt her tongue probe deep 
inside her. Nikki dropped to the floor and shifted Lauren onto her 
side, facing her. She wrapped Lauren's left leg over her shoulder, 
opening her up so that she could continue to lick her as she inserted 
a finger into each opening. Lauren looked amazed to the point of being 
shocked and pulled Nikki's head hard into her vagina, crushing her 
nose against her pussy and giving Nikki little room to move. Nikki 
fought back, knowing what was required, and took her clitoris between 
her lips, sucking hard as her fingers pushed inside her, came out and 
went back inside at almost twice the rate of Lauren's shallow 
breathing. Lauren cried out and grabbed the pillow to muffle her moans 
just as her body shook uncontrollably with a force and passion that 
she could scarcely remember. Convulsions overtook her as the muscles 
in her pussy and anus contracted, gripping Nikki's fingers and slowing 
down her stroking. Her legs flayed in the air and her nails dug 
painfully into Nikki's arms as the tongue continued to lick and probe 
her clitoris and white lights flashed behind her eyes.

Nikki slowly removed her finger from her vagina as she moved away from 
her pussy. Slowly, gently, she pulled the finger out of her bottom, 
watching her friend's face as her fingertip neared the beginning of 
the hole. Lauren gripped the pillow and hugged it as it finally 
emerged, glistening from the oil. Lauren lay still, quiet in her

own little world as Nikki pulled the covers over her and slipped into 
bed with her. Lauren felt a glow, not just between her legs, but all 
over. Almost a natural glow she thought that didn't really have 
anywhere to live, it was more of a state of mind. She was so pleased 
that they had played tennis and that she had accepted Nikki's 
invitation to take her knickers off. Even the poor boy on the bus had 
been a magical moment between them, and now, as though having a night-
cap at the end of the day, they had enjoyed one of their most 
passionate love-making sessions that she could remember. 

She turned over onto her side and hugged Nikki close to her, gently 
kissing her forehead before closing her eyes to drink up the last 
moments of their intimacy. Lauren remembered once, one hot, steamy 
summer afternoon during their three month romance, Nikki had run down 
stairs, naked, and brought back one of her mother's candles that had 
been on the dining room table. She had oiled it and pushed it into her 
bottom so deeply that Lauren thought that she must have done some 
damage. But the feeling of the candle forcing its way in, and then 
popping out was so wonderful that she would never forget it. Nor would 
they forget the candle itself, as her mother had used it when Nikki's 
parents came round to celebrate Lauren's 16th birthday. That had been 
the source of a whole evening's giggling between them. Chapter 3

Several days later, her mother came bounding up the stairs and into 
her room. Lauren rolled over in bed and squinted at her as though she 
must be crazy to even think of being up before 9 o'clock. She had a 
letter in her hand, certified delivery, from San Falino. 

"Open it, then" urged her mother.

"Oh, I'll do it tomorrow, it's too tiring opening letters" she said 
with

a grin.

"Oh come on, or I'll do it"

"No, no, it's OK, let me have it!" Lauren said, grabbing the envelope. 
Half conscious, she shrugged her nightie back into position, covering 
her breasts in a semblance of decency. Aware of the sudden warmth of 
the bed and the caress of the sheets resting on her tiny knickers, she 
curled her legs up towards her chest and grinned at her mother. With a 
frantic pull at the corner of the envelope she opened the letter and 
ripped the return address in half. "Whoops, that's a stupid place to 
put it." Inside was a handwritten letter, a cheque, a crude map and 
some photos. Lauren looked at the photos first, judging that the boy 
was maybe sixteen, perhaps a little older. The girl looked younger, 
possibly fourteen, but it was a useless picture of her and the only 
features that Lauren could determine were her curly blonde hair and 
the fact that she seemed reasonably attractive.

"Well, what do they say?" asked her mother in a tone that indicated 
she was now resigned to losing her daughter overseas.

"Er, congratulations... blah blah, money for the ticket and first two 
weeks, er....not much." she said, dropping the letter on the bed. "Why 
do people send such hopeless photos, eh? You'd think they would want 
to send the best one they could find, right?"

"Let me read!" said her mother impatiently as she grabbed the letter. 
"Oh, you'll get a hundred and fifty US dollars a week, free food plus 
your lodging - your own room - and you can have the weekend off. Plus 
you can use the car when it's not needed. Get them ready for school 
and collect them, as required. Return air fare is paid, initial term 
of employment six months."

"I can't drive!" complained Lauren.

"Well, it's too late to learn here. That is if you're going to take the 
job, of course!"

"Oh Mum, we've been through all this. I'm going. It'll be fun. It's 
not for ever, anyway"

"I know, but it's such a long way away"

"I call you, and write every week"

"When was the last time you wrote a letter?" Her mother sat down on 
the edge of the bed. "Lori, it's a big responsibility. These children 
aren't much younger than you. You have to be their guide, their parent 
and teacher, and look after them. I just hope you realise what's 
involved, especially as their parents are both working. They're 
important people from what your father says"

"I know, but I want to do it. Just don't worry." Lauren understood the 
subtext of her little speech all too well.

"Want some coffee - I've just made some?" asked her mother as she 
absently picked up Lauren's clothes from the floor.

"Oh thanks, yeah" Lauren slumped back into the depths of her pillow 
before taking the map. The house seemed to be close to the sea, on the 
coast just east of Venezuela. Lauren knew very little about the place, 
except that nothing happened in San Falino. The village, Boquette, 
seemed to be about two hundred kilometers from the capital, San Serra. 
Lauren supposed it was nice there, but it looked a little remote, 
although the hillier region in the north seemed to have larger towns 
if the map was to be believed.

"And another thing, young lady" shouted her mother as she climbed the 
stairs, "you'll have to buy yourself some pyjamas. No sleeping half 
naked any more. What if you have to get up in the night?"

"They're not babies. They won't need bottles every three hours!"

"You mark my words" she said as she clopped away again. "I know you."

Lauren pushed her hand between her legs and felt the warmth of her 
pussy. Her hand sneaked under the waistband of her knickers and parted 
the soft hair as she ventured over her pussy lips. She held herself 
tight and curled up, delighted with the letter and excited beyond 
measure that her adventure was finally underway.

Over the next few days, Lauren prepared for her departure. She visited 
her bank and told them that she would not be resident in the country. 
They allowed her tax advantages on her account that amounted to little 
financially but seemed important to her. She visited her doctor and 
allowed herself to be convinced about the need for a couple of 
inoculations that Lauren felt were unlikely to be necessary. She 
stocked up on medicine that might be difficult to obtain, such as 
aspirin, paracetamol and sun tan lotion. She even bought a pair of 
pyjamas, without her mother knowing, and stuffed them in the bottom of 
her suitcase.

On the night before her flight, Nikki came round for dinner. The 
evening was strained although Lauren tried hard to reassure both her 
parents and Nikki that she would be fine. The girls wandered upstairs 
after coffee on the pretence of finishing her packing and laid on the 
bed.

"You could come and see me at Christmas" she said, pulling her close. 
Nikki put her arm around her as she rested her head on her chest.

"Oh no, you can't be away for Christmas! What will you do?" 

"I'm sure they celebrate Christmas just like here, just there's no 
snow" said Lauren helpfully. "It's only three months away."

"They probably put people in big pots and cook them." 

"Don't be dumb."

Nikki hugged her, looking up slowly as her lips parted. They kissed 
gently, holding each other tight, until decency said it was time to go 
back downstairs and help clear up. Nikki left just after eleven 
o'clock and Lauren went up to her room. She stripped quickly and 
pulled on a new pair of knickers before sliding in between the sheets, 
her thoughts a million miles away.

Just as she swung round to turn out the light, she noticed a small 
envelope under her bedside light. She opened it and saw banknotes fall 
out onto the bed, accompanied by a letter:

"Lori, this is for emergency use. Try to stay out of trouble, OK? 
Kisses everywhere, Nik."

She pushed the money and letter into her suitcase and slept. 


Chapter 4

Lauren left the house with her parents just before eight in the 
morning the next Friday, an ungodly hour for anything in Lauren's 
mind. The fields were dew-filled and the tinkling of cowbells was the 
only sound that could be heard in the village that Sunday morning. She 
sat in the front while her mother took the back seats, nursing the 
suitcases that contained everything that Lauren thought should could 
possibly need.

"Now, did you pack your socks?"

"Yes mum"

"What about jumpers and cardigans, I don't remember seeing any of 
those go in"

"Yes mum. Look, I've got everything, honest." She stared out the 
window at the little flower beds as the car reversed out of the 
driveway. A black crow at the side of the house was banging a snail on 
the ground, teasing it out of it's little house.

"What about addresses, did you remember your address book?" asked her 
father. "Passport, visa, letter of introduction, money"

"Yep, all together in my hand luggage."

"OK, let's go then" said her father, his enthusiasm as thin as the 
morning sunshine. She glanced at him, aware that he was visibly moved 
by the occasion. They traveled in silence to the airport, acutely 
aware with every kilometer that passed their time together grew 
shorter.

They parked and made their way to the International departures 
building, checking in two hours before the scheduled flight time as 
required. Lauren felt miserable, even more so as she saw tears welling 
up in her mother's eyes. They passed under the replica of a bi- plane 
as they made their way to a small cafe, fussing over the menu while 
her father hurried off to buy her newspapers for the flight. A hour 
before departure, she decided that she had to say good-bye, before she 
sobbed in front of them. They made their way to passport control, 
where she dropped her hand luggage and hugged her father and mother in 
turn. As she strode up to the clerk, she turned and waved, then went 
through the gate, disappearing out of sight.

Following the signs for Duty Free, she went down the escalator and 
grabbed a basket. Loaded up with several bars of Swiss chocolate and a 
presentation case of German wine, she paid and walked to her gate. Her 
spirits had lifted considerably by the time she sat down and watched 
the planes taking off. Half an hour later she was strapped in to seat 
55F. She was somewhat pleased to find a young man in the next seat, 
and stared nervously out of the window as the plane gathered speed and 
she took the first airplane ride of her life.

It lifted effortlessly into the air, banking almost immediately to the 
right. She gripped the armrests tightly and looked around in a panic 
as a loud grinding noise came from below.

"Just the undercarriage. It'll stop soon, don't worry!" He had a soft 
voice, but with an edge of authority and knowledge. About twenty- five, 
thought Lauren, no wedding ring, nice looking. Big brown eyes. Needs a 
shave.

"Oh, that's what I thought" she replied, her voice betraying her.

"It's more worrying if you don't hear it just before you land!" he 
said, laughing.

"Hmm." Lauren forced a smile. His knees dug into the seat in front of 
him, squashing the in-flight magazines and sick bag.

"First time?"

"Yeah." Lauren turned nervously to the window and saw the tiny 
villages below her growing smaller as the plane climbed. The plane 
banked hard to the right again and Lauren gripped the arm-rests, the 
wing dipping as though trying to touch the ground for reassurance. 
Then the view was lost, replaced by swirling grey cloud, and almost as 
quickly, the plane burst through into the open, the sun shining 
brilliantly across the mountain tops, glinting against the snow and 
almost blinding Lauren with the beauty of the panoramic view.

She settled in her seat, glanced obliquely in the direction of the 
young man, and pulled out a magazine. He was tall, probably six or 
seven inches taller than her, broad- shouldered, confident in his 
actions and the mysteries of international flight. She leafed through 
the pages idly, glancing occasionally at the cabin staff as they 
bustled with the pre-lunch drinks. As they ate, their conversation 
began again. Lauren had relaxed, assisted by the wine, and discovered 
that he was a journalist, on his way to cover the elections in San 
Falino. He seemed to have traveled to many countries in the past few 
months, Beirut, Baghdad, Columbia, all on what he called special 
assignments.

"They pay more. There's an acknowledged degree of danger for a 
journalist because you have to get right up to the front line, so to 
speak."

"So who buys your story?" asked Lauren, enamored by the profile he 
presented of a super sleuth in search of the truth.

"Oh, it depends. If it's current events, then the news wires use it. 
You know, Reuters, Dow Jones, Associated Press. Otherwise, anyone who 
wants to buy it. It gets syndicated out as a full blown story. If 
you're lucky"

"San Falino isn't exactly full of news though, is it?" suggested 
Lauren.

"Nope, not today. But if the Nationalists do well in the election 
there could be trouble for the government. There's always been a 
divide between the north and south of the country, between rich and 
poor. The south has traditionally been concerned with banking and 
finance, while the north is the workhorse, manufacturing and farming. 
Now there's a recipe that I've heard a hundred times before. This is 
the first election that they've allowed in over thirty years, ever 
since the military took over back in the early sixties.

Lauren looked at her food and wondered if her father had known this 
before she left. She thought he probably did because he was in touch 
regularly with the San Falino Foreign Office.

"You'll be OK, you're going to be in the south, pretty close to the 
capital. That's some of the best countryside as well. Beautiful 
beaches!"

"Have you been there?"

"Sure. I took a holiday down there after an assignment once. Very 
nice. That was maybe five or six years ago - it was ridiculously 
cheap."

"They've got things like electricity, and water, right?" asked Lauren 
frowning.

"Of course. Just some of the areas are slums, very poor people there. 
Not the sort of sight you'll find in Switzerland, believe me. What are 
you going there for?" he asked.

"I'm going as an au pair to the Swiss Ambassador to San Falino. Well, 
more sort of a nanny for his children."

"Oh, I've seen him, now what's his name, er, Gustav Rivera, right?"

"Yes, you're right" said Lauren happily. "It's Emma and Jamie that 
I'll be looking after."

"My names Peter" he said, offering his hand.

"Lauren." She shook his hand and they ate again in silence.

She managed to get an hours sleep after the film but woke after her 
blanket fell off with a pain in her shoulder from being squashed up 
against the window. She looked behind her, checking that the toilet 
was vacant, and tried to step over Peter who was slouched down in the 
seat. She trod on a bag between the seats and almost lost her balance. 
He woke and steadied her, gripping her waist as she hopped over into 
the aisle. He was fully awake when she returned, and curled up in the 
seat to let her pass. She looked down at his trousers and wondered if 
the bulge was a sign of endowment or a bad tailor. She smiled to 
herself as she sat down and glanced at his nose. Nikki had said that 
some people thought that a nose indicated the size of a man's penis, 
and some others said their fingers were also a good measure. Lauren 
looked at his fingers, and wondered who she should compare them 
against. Dismissing the thought, she pulled the blanket around her, 
poured the remainder of her wine into the plastic glass, and took up 
her magazine again.

"Anything interesting?" asked Peter.

She turned to him and smiled. Somehow he must have been able to shave 
because the stubble that she had noticed before had gone. He was 
refreshed and alert as he looked at her, waiting for her response. 
They chatted for a long time, exploring each other's backgrounds at 
high speed, cutting corners and giving details that would normally 
take several encounters. The subject came up of leaving home, and 
family and friends, something that they both had in common. A little 
of Lauren's sadness returned.

"I'm not going to be gone for long. Six months maybe" she said.

"Yeah, it's tough on them as well. They've no idea really where you 
are or what sort of environment you're in. On the phone you'll say 
things are fine, but you'll miss home. What about Nikki, will she come 
and see you?"

"Oh God, I hope so. I'm going to miss her the most!"

"More than your boyfriend?"

"Well..." Lauren started to explain. Her words got caught somewhere on 
the way and she looked down, acutely aware that with every passing 
millisecond the real answer was being conveyed. She gulped from her 
wine glass.

"You have both?"

Lauren smiled with a cheeky grin as her eyes lit up in affirmation. 
"God, I can't believe I told you!"

"That's because it doesn't matter." he said, shrugging his shoulders 
and looking away. "In four hours time you'll go out of the airport 
exit and I'll transfer to another flight. I think you're very brave." 
he

said, touching her arm. He waited before adding "Do they both know 
about the other?"

"Oh yes. For years. Oh God, that sounds awful, doesn't it?" she 
laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Why can't you just have your fair share like anyone else?" he said 
with mock irritation.

"Peter, it's like two different worlds. Nikki is so gentle and it's 
like

she's an instant expert because she knows instinctively what to do." 
Lauren sat up in her seat and turned to the young man. "What about 
you?"

"Just one girlfriend." he said, smiling at his joke. "I've only known 
her six months."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic"

"It's difficult to have a sensible relationship when I'm away all the 
time. I was thinking about it last week, and I really believe I try and 
find girls that I don't really like so that when they write and say 'au 
revoir' then I simply shrug it off and carry on". She saw his eyes 
wander from her lips down to her breasts. Chemicals stood to attention 
inside her.

"Did you sleep with her?" Lauren heard the words come from her mouth 
with disbelief. 

"Sure, a couple of nights ago, but it was awkward. We only did it 
because I was leaving. There's never any time to learn about what each 
other likes and dislikes."

Lauren exhaled, suddenly realising that the rules of the conversation 
were so simple. There were no rules. Except to keep the volume low.

"Have you ever done it with another boy. Or man" she said clumsily.

"No, everyone in school seemed to check everyone else out, making sure 
we all had the right equipment, but that was it. The idea of playing 
with another man doesn't interest me, and as for having something like 
that inside me, well, no thanks." he said, staring at his lap. Lauren 
knew that that avenue of conversation was firmly closed. Her eyes 
followed his gaze down to his lap. She thought the bulge was larger. 
"What about you, did you say good- bye to them both at the same time?" 
he asked.

"No, I didn't manage to see Jim before I went." she replied, missing 
his joke. "In fact I haven't seen him for almost two weeks. We sort of 
agreed that we would be free of each other but remain good friends 
while I'm away."

"That's difficult. I tried that but there's always the accusations and 
suspicions. What about Nikki?"

"I saw her a few days ago. We played tennis"

"The height of romance!"

"Well, we went back to my place afterwards" said Lauren, pressing her 
face against the seat and smiling gently.

"And....?"

"Oh I couldn't tell you!"

"Why not? What's in the way of being totally open with someone you'll 
never meet again?"

"It's just personal, I'd be embarrassed."

"Try, and then answer the question again after you've told me"

She thought hard about her response, weighing up the thrill of 
recounting her story against the likelihood of turning the colour of 
the national flag. She looked around and slumped into her seat. The 
drone of the engines and the rush of the air in the cabin masked much 
of the sound of her voice.

"Well, we fooled around on the tennis court. You know, taking our 
knickers off just for fun and running around!" She looked at him 
quickly, gauging if that was what he wanted to hear, or if she had 
shocked him already. He caught her glance, smiling.

"Like in that famous poster! Didn't anyone see?"

"No, the place was deserted." Lauren wondered what then had been so 
funny about it at the time. Probably, she decided, the risk of 
discovery. "Then we caught the bus back to my house and teased a poor 
young boy in front of us. Then we went indoors and had a bath ..."

"Whoa! You've still got all you tennis gear on. Did you take your 
shoes off?"

"Of course!" she giggled.

"I've got an idea. I'll close my eyes and you just whisper to me. Then 
I'll tell you about my last evening"

She leaned closer to him, drew in a deep breath and continued. "Well, 
I wasn't sure if we were going to make love, but while we were on my 
bed, Nikki started to explore me with her hands and I was sure then"

"More details!" he whispered.

Lauren wore a helpless expression on her face as she desperately tried 
to tell her story as painlessly as possible. "OK, she pushed her hand 
under my tennis skirt and brushed against my, you know, my er ..."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah, my, er, pussy." Lauren felt lightheaded, probably, she decided, 
from the wine with lunch. Again she tried to weigh up her course of 
action, but she had already confided in him that she had both a 
girlfriend and a boyfriend. He could guess, she was sure, that she had 
made love to both of them recently. Apart from the details there was 
little else to tell and the promise of hearing his story out- voted any 
reasons for stopping. 

"Then we kissed and I knew that we would make love. It had been almost 
three years since our last time. But I was all sweaty from the game 
and thought we should have bath, so she stayed on my bed while I ran 
the water. Anyway, we got in the bath, and washed each other 
everywhere and then just laid there for ages."

"Where did she wash you?"

"Everywhere!" He turned slightly, still with his eyes closed. "My 
breasts, stomach, my legs, my pussy, and er, my bottom." Her heart 
raced as she breathed more quickly, the details becoming more 
embroidered as she continued. "She put her fingers into me everywhere, 
making sure I was clean. It was heaven." Lauren thought about the hot 
water lapping her thighs and the cold bath against her breasts as her 
head rested on the edge. She had pushed her bottom as high as possible 
into the air, offering herself to the sweetest of sensations, and had 
felt both like laughing and crying with the intensity of each stroke. 
"Then I did the same to her, except she didn't want me to put my 
finger into her, you know.... her bottom."

Lauren glanced out of the window, inhaling hard as she saw the huge 
clouds wandering free below. She strained against the tight seat belt, 
turning as far as she could to watch them slip silently past.

She shook her head, telling herself that she wasn't a prisoner on trial 
and this wasn't a confession. And even if it really is good for the 
soul, she thought, she had already been tried, judged and eternally 
damned, confession or no confession. She was under neither oath nor 
orders to tell him anything. And yet something spurred her on, and the 
slight ripple of a thrill in her stomach made her lean forward so that 
she could sit on her right foot, giving her pussy more room within her 
jeans.

"Then we dried off and went into my bedroom. Closed the door and lay 
on the bed. I pulled the towel off her top and kissed her face and 
neck, going down to her breasts and nipples. Then I moved in between 
her legs and kissed her all over."

Lauren found the scene flooding back. The room had been filled with 
flowers from the garden. Her mother had half approved and half chided 
her for being selfish. There were four vases, each arranged with as 
much feeling and foliage as she could manage. The sun poured through 
the window onto their young bodies. Lauren had sunbathed in her room 
on a couple of occasions, exposing herself completely to the warmth of 
summer and to any fortunate hiker who happened to have a powerful set 
of binoculars. Each occasion had lasted less than ten minutes before 
she became bored or rolled onto her stomach to sleep. The sounds of 
cow bells and the light traffic of the afternoon jolted her back to 
her story.

"She was so wet and tasted beautiful" said Lauren, turning to Peter, 
adding emphasis as she relaxed in the use of her words and depth of 
description. His eyes were closed as agreed, but his mouth was open 
and his hands seemed to press down into his lap. "I just carried on 
until I knew she was coming, then I sucked her clit hard between my 
lips and felt her come as she held my head against her. As she came 
down, I pushed a finger into her pussy and she came again within 
minutes. We just cuddled together then in each others arms." She 
looked at Peter, who gave the impression of sleeping with a wonderful 
dream. She wondered if she should tell him about the sweet scent of 
Nikki's pussy, the slight bulge of her buttocks on the bed. Or maybe 
about the light hair that surrounded her pussy, the curl of the hood 
that covered her clitoris and how Nikki would whelp with delight each 
time Lauren traced her tongue around her clitoris, millimeters from 
the pale bud that glistened before her eyes. "I don't think I'm 
telling this very well, you know." she added.

"No, you're doing very well. I assume there's a second half?"

"Yeah. Eyes closed?"

"Mmm"

"Well, she left the room and came back with some Baby oil. I was 
laying on my tummy and she sat on my bottom, massaging my neck and 
shoulders. Then she moved lower, pulling the sheets away and dripping 
the Baby oil over my bottom." She stopped, arriving at the point where 
she could either make something up or tell the truth. Nikki had 
experimented exactly three times in their love-making with her anus. 
Once with an exploratory finger, the first time that her tight hole 
had been invaded. She recalled that she hadn't even considered it as 
an area for exploration until then, and had certainly never ventured 
up there herself. She thought she must have been about thirteen, a few 
months after they first made love in her room.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just, difficult, that's all" she said. The second time was when 
they were both sixteen, at the height of their relationship, when for 
several months nothing - including exams - mattered. They had wandered 
around the town listlessly before returning to Lauren's house at about 
one o'clock, hoping to find her mother in and get some lunch. But she 
was out. Settling for thickly cut sandwiches and a tumbler of white 
wine, they had collapsed on Lauren's bed and listened to music. Within 
minutes they were both naked, entwined, kissing deeply as their 
breasts had mashed together. Lauren dribbled wine over Nikki's legs, 
licking with mounting pleasure as she tasted the heavenly mixture of 
arousal and Alsace. Floating down the silk slope of her orgasm, Nikki 
had disappeared from the room, still naked, to return moments later 
with a candle. She rolled Lauren onto her stomach and sat between her 
legs, laughing at their behaviour.

Nikki had teased the hole with the tapered end of the candle, slipping 
it easily into her. Lauren had been unable to calculate how far it had 
gone in until Nikki pulled it out, turned it round and presented the 
hard base to her brown hole. The heat it seemed to create as it pushed 
deeper inside was frightening, but nevertheless, Lauren had reached 
around and pulled the taut cheeks of her bottom aside, raising herself 
slightly to ensure that Nikki entered her as far as humanly possible.

"She put her finger in your bottom, right?"

"What?"

"Next, she put a finger inside your bottom?"

"Yeah." Lauren watched his expressionless face as she listened to her 
words. She decided to stick with reality. The third time Nikki had 
pleasured her with such abandon. Even so, she simply couldn't do 
justice to the feeling she got as Nikki oiled her bottom and traced 
her finger in circles as she approached her asshole. "It felt so good. 
In fact she teased me before, getting closer and closer, and then 
pushed all the way in. I think I was in tears it was so good. She 
rolled me over onto my side and then licked between my legs, sucking 
my clit so hard and pushing her fingers into my pussy and bottom. She 
had never done them both at the same time before and I exploded. I 
don't know how many times I came but I shook for hours and could still 
feel where she had been inside me the next morning." Lauren looked 
around furtively, wondering who else had heard her whispering 
excitedly to Peter. His eyes were still closed although he smiled, 
shaking his head slightly. "Well?" she asked. Her stomach churned with 
lust as she realised the rate with which her heart beat. 

Perhaps he wanted her to continue. She would tell him how they lay on 
the bed for what seemed like hours, kissing, sighing and floating on 
the periphery of sweet sleep. How she would take Nikki and guide her 
head onto her chest so that her breath drifted across her breasts, 
enticing her nipples. 

"Was that difficult?"

"Yes. It was very difficult." She frowned and thought further. "Of 
course it was!" she said, pleading in her voice as she looked for an 
indication of his opinion.

"But you're feeling as randy as hell, right? Don't answer that, I 
know." He turned to her. "You love her?"

Lauren gazed at the floor. "I think I love them both" she whispered. 
"Nikki and Jim."

He nodded. "I expect it's allowed." he replied with a smile.


Chapter 5

Peter sighed heavily. "Now I'll tell you about my last evening. Eyes 
closed now, you know the rules."

Lauren faced the seat in front of her smiling to herself with her hands 
neatly on her lap, pleased her ordeal was over and intrigued beyond 
measure to hear his tale. She heard him move closer to her.

"Karla is about twenty two, taller than you, I think, but only by about 
an inch or two." His voice was quiet, measured, and she felt his breath 
puffing occasionally into her ear. She relaxed, cozily curled up on the 
seat with her blanket around her waist.

"I met her just before Christmas in Zurich. She was at a party that one 
of the news wires held. We danced a little and talked, exchanged phone 
numbers and then I spent Christmas in Northern Ireland, covering the 
peace talks and the disarmament. Real romantic stuff. I used to phone 
her from remote places which she thought was fun. It was good for me 
because sometimes I would call her while she was out and leave long 
messages on her answer machine. Just to keep in touch."

"Well, what does she look like?" asked Lauren impatiently.

"Oh, you're right. She's got blonde hair but not pure blonde, curly, 
about shoulder length, and is not as slim as you. I don't know what 
size. We haven't bought each other clothes yet"

"What size bra? Surely you've looked?" said Lauren, intensely alert and 
enjoying being on the other side of the fence.

"No, really I haven't."

"What size clothes then? Eight, ten?"

"What are you?"

"Between six and eight"

"She's probably a bit more than eight." he replied. Even through her 
closed eyes, Lauren could feel his eyes wandering over her breasts. "We 
went out to dinner a couple of days ago, to celebrate my birthday. I 
had always seen her in jeans and T-shirts, so I was very surprised when 
I picked her up to see her in a skirt and beautiful blouse."

"I hope you looked nice as well for her." added Lauren.

"I looked OK, but I suppose I should have worn something more formal. 
Anyway, we had dinner and a couple of drinks on the Bahnhofstrasse. In 
a way I had hoped to go home without doing, you know, without making 
love to her."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. I just didn't feel like it that evening, but she looked 
so

good. When she leaned over to talk to me at the bar I could see her 
breasts and the freckles that seemed to go on for ever. She looked so 
happy, so of course I decided to take her home."

"Or your cock did?" Lauren giggled at both her turn of phrase and the 
fact that she believed she knew his real motivation. Suddenly, she 
opened her eyes, aware that she may have spoken loud enough for half 
the plane to hear. Relieved that nobody was staring at her, she settled 
down again to the half blackness of her own world.

"We walked out to the car park and I kissed her as she leaned against 
the passenger door. She responded with so much passion that I was 
embarrassed, the restaurant and car park were very public. I could feel 
my thing pushing hard into her."

"You're what? I had to say pussy, didn't I?"

"Yeah. My cock As we pulled away, she put her hand on my leg. When I 
hadn't moved away after a few seconds, she went straight for my cock, 
squashing it with the palm of her hand."

"What did you do?"

"Hey, questions at the end! Even as we drove home she had her hands 
over it most of the way and fairly dragged me out of the car. In my 
kitchen I put the kettle on and undid the buttons of her blouse. I had 
made love to her once before, then she had kept her T- Shirt on and it 
had been dark. In fact that was an awful time. Three weeks after we had 
met, and while I was home from Northern Ireland for a weekend. I came 
in three seconds flat and she was still arranging the pillows. Perhaps 
that's why I wanted to go home that evening. Anyway, her blouse came 
off and fell to the floor, and her breasts were wonderful, almost 
bursting out of her bra. She looked so young and fresh that I couldn't 
understand how I could have thought about going home. I switched the 
kettle off and when I turned back she was leaning over the worktop. 
That pose is one that I will never forget. Straight from a magazine and 
it told me everything!"

"She pulled my trousers down and dragged me into the lounge, making me 
fall as my trousers caught around my ankles. Perhaps that was the plan 
because she sat on me, rubbing her pussy through her knickers over my 
underpants. Now I was really surprised, because I thought I would have 
come by then, but nothing was happening even though my cock was rock 
hard. She undid her bra and then I saw them, large without being 
dangerous weapons and all real. I really wanted to suck her nipples, 
but as I strained to kiss them she pushed me down and continued to rub 
me. Because I'd lasted well over a minute this time, I felt like I was 
mister super stud and forced her up off me. Her skirt came off easily 
to reveal those knickers that are sort of shaped, you know. They remind 
me of sex shops!" he said, using his hands in mid-air.

"What, that make your legs look a million miles long, with a really 
deep cut in the front?"

"Yeah, red. Have you got any?"

"No!" giggled Lauren, eyes still closed. She used to have a pair of 
knickers from Dior that were more tasteful but less suggestive. They 
were pure silk with perfect little bows. The softness of the material 
had felt rich, almost exorbitant against her pussy.

"Anyway, they sort of disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. We 
kissed half on and half off the sofa. I think I lost my shirt somewhere 
because I remember feeling her tits against my chest, so firm and warm. 
She had her hand inside my pants and pulled them down slightly so she 
could see my cock and then she kissed me lower and lower until she had 
me in her mouth. God, it was such a beautiful feeling and I could see 
her tits bobbing up and down and her little bottom busting to get out 
of those knickers. Have I left anything out?"

"No" said Lauren hoarsely. She cleared her throat and fought to keep 
the image in her mind. She wondered if he realised that she was 
tweaking her nipples to the point of almost being painful. She 
swallowed hard. "Tell me how she sucked you". There. She had asked. He 
had to tell her. He leaned back towards her and continued whispering.

"I think I ended up on the floor. The carpet tickled anyway and I 
couldn't remember if I had washed properly down there. I half expected 
her to get past my tummy button and stop, but she didn't. She took my 
balls in one hand and I was actually shocked when I felt her tongue 
over the tip of my cock. Nothing had prepared me for the warmth. The 
way her lips pushed the skin down, and the wetness."

"Tell me more" hissed Lauren. She shifted on the seat, placating her 
pussy that needed attention.

"She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Now and again I felt her 
teeth, which I thought was nice, because I really didn't want to think 
that she did this sort of thing every day, you know?" Lauren grunted. 
"So, with her hand on my cock and her mouth around the end, she slowly 
sucked me. I looked down once or twice and watched her taking my pale 
pink cock between her red lips. I was thinking, wow, she's actually 
doing it to me. Someone has at last done this. And, what's more, I 
didn't come instantly."

"After about a minute, still impressed by my staying power, I really 
wanted to do the same to her, so I pulled her round while she still had 
me in her mouth and licked up between her thighs and around the edge of 
her knickers. I could feel her pussy lips and as I pulled the material 
to one side I saw that she was so incredibly wet that I just had to 
probe into her. I put her leg up onto the sofa and I remember that she 
groaned as I continued to lick over the material, pulling her knickers 
tight into the crack of her bottom and between her lips. It was so 
unreal for me because nobody had ever reacted to me that way, like out 
of control. Most of them yawn."

"I pulled her knickers off and she pushed my head against the sofa 
while I was still lying on the floor, then knelt over me and pushed her 
pussy against my mouth. The only way I could breath was by licking and 
sucking her and I'm pretty sure she came then because her thighs 
gripped me really tightly. Then she slid down onto my cock and I came 
almost instantly. There was so much of it, I just couldn't stop. I was 
worried that she might pull up and I wouldn't be finished, but we 
stayed locked like that for ages, kissing and giggling. When she lifted 
herself off me, I pulled her close to me and could see my come dripping 
out of her onto my chest. It was great. Yeah, Karla, what a girl. I 
really had no idea!"

In the quiet Lauren heard him slump back into his seat and breath out. 
She wanted to say something funny, maybe about his staying power. But 
no joke would come.

"I'm wet" said Lauren.

"How do you know? Have you felt yourself?"

"Yeah." she grinned. "Just now. I bet you do this on all your flights!"

"Only to receptive audiences"

"How did you know I would want to hear about your exploits?" she asked, 
opening her eyes.

"Because you wanted to tell me about yours"

"Rubbish"

"Of course you did. Once you told me that you had a boyfriend and a 
girlfriend then it was obvious. And another thing, there's no harm is 
there? Because, like I said, after that exit sign at the airport we'll

never meet again. We both know secrets about each other, so we're 
quits."

"I suppose so. It's just so strange. Will you see her again?" asked 
Lauren.

"I think I'd like to. But if I'm in San Falino for several months then 
she'll probably have found someone else."

"I hope you do. I like happy endings"

Lauren's Arrival In San Falino


Chapter 6

 They chatted a little more during the flight, but another meal came, 
then immigration and customs declaration cards, until they started 
their descent into the airport. Lauren heard the now familiar sound of 
the landing gear and tugged her seat belt tightly around her waist. The 
lights below grew brighter and closer as she saw individual houses with 
people in the streets and the occasional car chugging along dusty 
tracks. Then they were out over the sea, turning lazily over a harbour, 
and heading back inland. More noises accompanied a dramatic decrease in 
speed to the point where she thought the plane had stopped in mid-air. 
It seemed to crawl over the airfield perimeter and touch down with a 
slight bump. The airfield was deserted. Even the buildings were small 
and few had lights on inside. They taxied to a halt as the sound of 
seat belts clicking reached a crescendo. The speaker system came to 
life with a burst of feedback.

"Welcome to San Serra in San Falino, where the local time is ten thirty 
two in the evening. The outside temperature is seventy seven degrees. 
We hope you've had a pleasant flight with us and look forward to seeing 
you again."

They grabbed their luggage from the overhead lockers and queued up to 
file out through the door. The cabin staff paraded at the exit, 
thanking everyone, and Lauren was relieved they didn't glare at her or 
Peter as she filed past.

"It's this way" he said, pointing to the sign of a suitcase down the 
corridor. He was taller than her, much as she guessed, feeling like a 
big brother as he easily carried his two small cases. Lauren lumbered 
after him with her own.

"What? I can't hear, my ears went pop!"

She craned her neck upwards and nodded, straining with her luggage 
between the two desks that made up passport control. The officer waved 
her though on production of her passport and they continued deeper into 
the airport, finding themselves in a large shed that already contained 
some bags. However, on closer inspection, Lauren discovered that they 
were not from their flight.

"Over here, this is where they come out!" shouted Peter, grinning at 
her temporary inability to hear.

Sure enough, within minutes her two suitcases had arrived. Peter led 
the way through to a hot, cramped room that had a number of tables 
along the far wall. Lauren was pleased that they had been some of the 
first off the plane as a queue built up stretching out of the room and 
back out along the corridor. The customs officer was bedraggled with a 
straggly beard and bushy black eyebrows. His uniform was tattered 
almost beyond repair with more holes than buttons and peeling gold 
braid that Lauren thought his mother would be embarrassed about. Even 
though it was late evening the room was stifling and she felt beads of 
perspiration breaking out on her forehead, realising now that she 
should have changed out of her jumper into a T-Shirt or something 
lighter.

She looked at the young man, his bushy eyebrows moving slowly up and 
down from a look of surprise to concern as he studied her documents. 
Visions of nights in sweaty jails appeared before her as she looked 
around for Peter, finding him a couple of desks down, also with an 
officer who seemed to have never seen a passport before. Perhaps they 
had been reported for obscenity on the plane. She looked back to see 
that he was peering at her jeans from behind the paperwork. 
Specifically the space between her jeans round the top of her legs.

"Where you from, Miss Gisal?" His white shirt was soiled on both sides 
of the collar from days of wear. Hair grew from his nostrils and ears. 
Rings shone dully on almost everyone one of his puffy fingers.

"Switzerland. Andelburg actually. It's a little village not far from 
Interlaken." She was about to ask if he knew it but checked herself. 
She tried desperately to remain calm, to focus just on the desk in 
front of her in case he thought she might try and run.

"Where will you be staying?" he asked, still flicking through her 
passport. The big cap wobbled on his head.

"With Mr. and Mrs. Gustav Rivera, in Boquette." Her heart thumped, 
blood surging into her head as she thought about the duty free. What if 
she was over the allowance? She had seen films where they take people 
into side rooms and grill them under lights. Strip search them for 
drugs. He reached inside his pocket. Lauren looked on, expecting to see 
handcuffs emerge, but instead, a small red stamp appeared, and banged 
down on the middle page of her passport.

"Welcome to San Falino, please enjoy your stay. The exit is over 
there." he said. Lauren looked at him as she gathered her luggage and 
thought he had a nice smile. She glanced over at Peter who was still in 
discussion. Following the exit sign, she found herself looking at a 
crowd of people, held back by a glass partition. Children's noses were 
squashed against it and adults jostled for position. By some miracle, 
she saw a tall, heavily-built man standing at the edge of the crowd, 
holding a piece of card with her name on it. He even smiled at her as 
she approached.

"Lauren?"

"Yes, hi!" She shook his hand.

"I'm Gustav. Did you have a good flight?" he asked, taking one of her 
suitcases.

"Fine thanks, I must just say ..." she trailed off as she searched for 
Peter.

"Anything you need?"

"Well, no. I met someone on the flight but I expect he'll be a while." 
They had exchanged phone numbers so that would have to do. She followed 
her new employer out of the terminal and along the road that led to the 
car park. Children were everywhere, and Lauren was shocked by their 
ragged clothes, their dirty hair and the fact that they were still up 
at that time of the day. The airport was best described as casual, and 
she was sure she would have found people on the runway with their dogs 
and cattle if she had looked.

"Hey, it's still here!" said Gustav, clearly referring to the huge four 
wheel drive vehicle that sat under the single light in the car park. He 
piled her luggage in the back and they set off. They made poor progress 
near the airport, and the further they traveled, the tighter Lauren 
gripped the seat. The rules of the road appeared to be different from 
those of Switzerland where gesticulations are frowned upon, almost to 
the point of being considered punishable. In San Falino, the rule was 
'Do unto him before he does unto you.' Quick wits and good brakes were 
obviously the order of the day as they jerked from one close encounter 
to another.

"You drive?" he asked, turning the air conditioning lower.

"No, I had two tests in Switzerland, but I failed both times on my 
parking"

"Believe me, you drive!"

They continued for another five minutes until they were clear of the 
industrialised airport area. Gustav pulled off the main road onto a 
large expanse of dark waste ground, parking the car facing into the 
gloom. Lauren gulped loudly as he switched off the engine and undid his 
seat belt.

"Do you think you could handle it? It's pretty big!" he said, turning 
towards her.

"What?" said Lauren, her beating furiously against her ribs. Blood 
surged through her head as she surveyed quickly the terrain and 
calculated the distance from the road.

"Show me what you can do!" he said, getting out of the car.

"What, drive you mean?"

"Sure" he said, quite naturally. Lauren exhaled loudly. "Take it round 
here for a while and then we can get back on the road. It's automatic. 
No manual gear stick." He jumped into the passenger seat as she slid 
across. Lauren looked at the controls, adjusted the seat and mirror, 
and finally started the engine (after checking that the windscreen 
wipers worked in ultra-fast mode). Cautiously, she moved off, turning 
from right to left, checking the brakes and finding the lights. 
Occasionally, her hand reached for the non- existent gear stick, until 
she relaxed back in the seat and smiled widely.

"OK, let's go then!" said Gustav, pointing to the road.

"You know that I don't have a licence"

"Show me someone who has. If you're stopped by the police, say you left 
it at home. Fumble in your purse, and make sure they see you have 
money. They'll tell you what the fine is, don't worry."

They made reasonable progress even though Lauren was tired. The journey 
turned out to be almost two hours and she was surprised that he had 
made her do all the driving. The road eventually led down the side of a 
hill and Lauren realised immediately that she could see the sea in 
front of her. The water in the harbour shimmered with the lights from 
the tiny fishing boats and the windows of the little houses perched on 
the rocks around it.

"We're about ten minutes from here. This is Boquette. You can shop 
here, go to the post office, there's a railway station that would take 
you to San Serra if you wanted to go there. I don't recommend it 
though."

Heading out of town again on minor roads, they finally pulled into a 
gap in a wooded area that had two large white posts marking the 
driveway. Lauren slowed to avoid the potholes as the car rocked from 
side to side. Ahead she saw the house, a flat, low ranch- style 
building which seemed to stretch into the grey distance. Lights were on 
everywhere and she could see people moving around inside. She parked 
the car as instructed and jumped down. The heat of the evening hit her 
as she walked to the back of the car.

"Come on, looks like they're all still up!" said Gustav, leading her to 
the big front door.

"I'll just get my stuff."

"Don't worry, someone will take care of that. Come on."

He opened one of the double front doors and ushered her inside. The 
house was enormous, much bigger than it appeared from outdoors. Lauren 
looked to her left and right and saw she was in the middle of a long, 
marble hallway that echoed as she walked. It was cool but inviting. A 
woman appeared from one of the many rooms off the hallway to her right, 
smiling with her hand outstretched.

"Hi Lauren, I'm Elizabeth. Welcome to Boquette! How was your flight?"

"It's about 8 hours, but the time seemed to fly by!"

"That's good. Let me show you to your rooms, then we'll show you round 
the house!" she said, twirling around and heading back the way she 
came. 'Rooms?' thought Lauren. They passed through an archway in the 
hall and entered another room through a set of double doors to the 
left.

"Here we are, these are your rooms. This is the bedroom, but I guess 
you realised that! Through there is a sort of living room and dressing 
room, then if you keep going through that you'll find your bathroom." 
Lauren gazed in amazement. A large bed sat against the right of the far 
wall with a pink silky bedspread. Nearer her on the right, past the 
window, was a make-up table. Cupboards along her left stopped just 
before the door which led to the lounge area. The carpet was thick, 
springy, the same pale pink as the curtains around the windows. She was 
thrilled.

"The taps in the bathroom drip all damn night" said a voice behind her.

"Darling? Now, say hello. Lauren, this is Emma." Lauren snapped out of 
her reverie and turned to see the girl in the picture, focused properly 
this time. She felt herself wobble slightly as the image registered. 
Her radiant beauty struck her like avalanche, piling dazzling ton upon 
ton of terror on her as she breathlessly examined the creature. Her 
blonde hair, which Lauren thought just had to be dyed, fell beyond her 
shoulders in curls that reminded her of pictures of innocence from 
Sunday School books. Her tiny young breasts pushed against her white T-
Shirt, and her tanned legs appeared from behind the loose sarong. 
Lauren felt as though she was drowning as she thrashed around for 
words, burbling a semblance of a response. She reached out unsurely to 
shake her hand. Emma walked straight past her and opened the door to 
the little lounge.

"Come on, I'll show you how to fix it." said Emma, disappearing.

"We can do that later, I'd like to find out about your room, and the 
rest of the house" said Lauren, regaining some of her composure. Emma 
returned to the bedroom, shrugged her shoulders and pouted. Elizabeth 
glanced approvingly at her husband as they trooped out back into the 
hallway. Directly opposite was another set of double doors, marking the 
entrance to Emma's room. Elizabeth led them to the left, away from the 
center of the house to the end of the corridor, and Jamie's room. Emma 
followed slowly behind.

"He's away for the weekend." said the little girl. "Back Sunday night. 
Now we'll show you the lounge" she said, leading them back towards the 
front door. They entered through two double doors on the right. Lauren 
saw the wonderful white leather sofa that stretched round in a quarter 
circle, the TV in front of it with the fire beside.

"Sit down, what can I get you to drink?"

"Oh, I'll have a whisky!" said Emma in a silly voice.

"I'll have coffee if that's OK. Thanks." Lauren smiled at Emma, looking 
more closely at her. "What's happening tomorrow?"

"Nothing. I'm staying in bed all day."

"Surely there's school?"

"Well, there's a bit of a problem with school, Lauren." said Elizabeth. 
"There are no French or German speaking schools here, so they both have 
a tutor who has become a bit unreliable lately. He'll certainly be here 
the week after next. Mr. Quintero is his name."

"He's stupid."

"Emma!" said Elizabeth. She gently touched Lauren's arm. "He's very 
wrapped up in local affairs, history and the like. Seems to have a 
problem focusing on mathematics or much top do with the modern world. 
But he does visit and teach them here, which is great"

Lauren was disappointed. She had hoped to have the children out of the 
house while she got to explore the countryside and town a bit. Emma sat 
on the sofa next to her with her arms crossed, glumly looking into the 
dead fire.

"Darling, do you want anything?"

"Can I have whisky?"

"Don't be silly. Want some 7 up?"

"I suppose so." she replied without enthusiasm.

"Lauren, let me show you the kitchen." said Elizabeth.

"Let me show you the kitchen" mimicked Emma.

Gustav glowered at Emma who remained seated as Lauren wandered through 
the dining room into the kitchen. She heard Emma behind her, 
remonstrating with her father that she didn't want another baby-sitter. 
Elizabeth approached Lauren with an air of confidentiality. "Emma is a 
little tense right now. It's been hard for her with us both working, 
and she feels that she's old enough to be left alone. But she's not. 
That's one reason why we wanted someone much younger than normal and 
you fit the bill perfectly. Really, we're so pleased you're here!" she 
said, squeezing Lauren's arm.

Lauren smiled back, helping her to make the coffee and discovering 
where the cups were kept, along with the sugar. A breakfast table took 
up part of the kitchen with a fridge by the doorway. A window by the 
cooker looked out into the garden. The lighting, like the rest of the 
house, was discrete. They walked back into the lounge, Lauren sitting 
back down next to Emma and placing her coffee on the little table in 
front of her. Emma put her bare feet up on the table, gripping the edge 
with her toes. The sarong fell between her smooth legs, draping on the 
floor. She tossed her hair back against the cushion of the sofa, 
pushing her little breasts out against her shirt.

"It's great that you've got air conditioning to keep it so cool in 
here!" remarked Lauren.

"You'd die without it. Even at this time of the year it can reach a 
hundred during the day." said Gustav. "Now, tomorrow, we'll both be up 
and gone before you. Elizabeth and I are going to be increasingly busy 
what with the elections and the business of the Nationalist party 
fielding candidates."

"Don't worry, I'll be up when Emma and Jamie have to be up, and make 
sure I'm here when they finish school" said Lauren.

"Good. The housekeeper is here in the mornings, so she usually makes 
breakfast for Emma and Jamie - and you of course. Plus she'll tidy the 
rooms, make the beds, do the laundry and other such things. You'll slot 
in fine, don't worry. Emma should do piano practice once a day, for at 
least half an hour. We get back from work around eight or nine. If 
you're asleep then that doesn't matter. Just leave sticky notes on the 
fridge if there's anything important. Mail can go next to the fridge so 
we can deal with it when we return. Now, I have to go to bed, and Emma 
should as well, it's late."

"Yeah, I'm tired as well!" announced Lauren.

"Of course you are, have a shower and a nice rest and you'll be fine 
tomorrow" said Elizabeth. "Oh, emergency contact numbers are on the 
fridge as well, not that you'll need them."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow evening then. Night" she said, taking her 
coffee. Lauren heard Elizabeth further scolding Emma for her lack of 
manners as she pulled the doors of her room closed for the night. 
Turning to the bed, she wondered who had laid her suitcases out so 
neatly for her over the silky bedspread. Shrugging her shoulders, she 
stripped, amazed that her knickers were actually stuck to her pussy. 
Once they slid down her legs, she kicked them into the air, caught them 
and marveled at the long, dense stain that was a result of Peter's 
story. Chapter 7

Lauren woke with a start. The room eventually registered in her mind 
and she turned to look at the glowing radio alarm clock. It said 04:12. 
She tried to work out what that really meant in Swiss time and 
struggled to arrive at something close to noon. A reasonable hour to 
wake up. Her mouth was dry and she was pleased as she realised that she 
wouldn't have to debate whether to stay in bed and die of thirst or get 
up and die of cold. The room was warm and she pushed back the covers to 
leave just a sheet in place.

She was annoyed about the pyjamas. Very annoyed. They were surely what 
had made her so warm, and, moreover, the stupid label stuck in the back 
of her neck every time she turned. She swung out of bed and felt the 
warm carpet under her feet as she wandered into the little lounge. A 
small TV sat in the corner. A sturdy shelf held books in many different 
languages along the wall, probably left by previous au pairs. She 
passed through into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She had a bath 
with a shower attachment, a wash basin, a shaver point and big bath 
towels on a small shelf over the bath. Wiping herself absently, she 
flushed the toilet and filled a glass with cold water.

The little lounge also had a two-seater sofa facing the TV, and as she 
explored the stand underneath she found a stereo system that clearly 
went with the speakers stuck on the wall. She smirked to herself as she 
discovered the wrapper from a condom shoved between a pile of books 
beneath the TV. No doubt a souvenir of an earlier evening of pleasure 
for a previous au pair. She flopped down on the sofa and wondered about 
Emma. Part of her understood how difficult it was for her at that time 
in life. She herself had wanted to do physical damage to her mother on 
several occasions. But Lauren also felt that Emma hadn't had much 
attention during her childhood, and maybe had few friends as a result. 
Plus being a million miles from anyone didn't help.

Lauren crawled over to the TV and switched it on. Snow filled the 
screen and a loud hiss came from the speakers. She frantically pushed 
buttons to turn the thing down, finding the volume control that was 
marked by a triangle on its side. There was precious little on the five 
channels available, although she did watch a quiz show for about half 
an hour before giving up with the language and deciding that she could 
live without discovering who won the ancient portable radio. She 
crawled back into bed and slept. Until just after ten.

Bounding out of bed, she threw her dressing gown round her and 
hurriedly pulled on some socks. She brushed her hair in front of the 
dressing table mirror and slowly opened the door to her room, looking 
left, then right towards the lounge. Gingerly, she padded towards the 
voices coming from the dining room or kitchen. She rounded the corner 
and saw Emma talking to a tanned, old woman who was obviously cleaning 
the room. Emma stood by the sink, watching the old woman as she bent 
down. They both looked up as Lauren entered, and Emma burst out 
laughing.

Lauren smiled. "What's wrong?"

"Where did you get those clothes? You'll die in those!" squealed Emma, 
delighted at the sight.

"Why?, They may not be fashionable but they are practical. Anyway, I 
don't know who I'm going to meet."

"Nobody, I'd say!" and she laughed again with the cleaning lady. Lauren 
looked at the little girl as she stood there in a T-Shirt that barely 
covered her knickers. She had no shoes and socks on, and on further 
inspection, no bra. Even the cleaning lady smiled sympathetically. 
Lauren made coffee and looked out of the window.

"Come on. I'll show you round!" said Emma, helping her put her coffee 
on the breakfast table and taking her arm. "Want to get changed first?"

"No, I'll be fine" said Lauren defiantly, relieved to have established 
the beginnings of a working relationship with the girl. They wandered 
out through the kitchen into a utility room that contained the washing 
and drying machines, plus a very large sink for oversized things. 
"This is the maids room. Servants only. We don't go in there."

"What, someone lives in there?"

"No, we just let them keep it how they want. They have lunch in there. 
Snooze, you know. And through here is the way out to the patio. Come 
on, I'll show you!" she giggled, bounding out through the French doors 
and onto the cobbled ground. "And right here .." she said, pulling here 
across a flower bed "is the pool! Oh go on, say you can swim!"

"Well, not very well, I don't like getting my ears wet. But it's 
certainly a lovely pool, even with a shallow end. That'll do me fine." 
Lauren noticed that the garden ran down for a long way past the pool, 
with small fruit trees in the distance and bushes surrounding what she 
thought was the perimeter. She recognised roses growing against the 
wall of the house, but most of the other plants, though beautiful, were 
new to her. Emma explained that they had horses down at the end of the 
garden which she hated.

"My brother rides them with my father, about twice a year" said Emma, 
almost spitefully. "The rest of the time they just stay there, eat food 
and have babies. And smell. They really smell sometimes."

She scuffed the grass with her feet, trudging into the ground as though 
trying to wear it out. The change shocked Lauren. She tried to 
categorise the young girl, to compare her to people she knew back in 
Switzerland and thereby maybe understand what made her tick. The peaks 
and troughs of her mood swings were worrying. Mother's words echoed.

"Come on!" said Lauren happily, "Let's have breakfast!"

"It's lunch time for me!" she replied coolly, absorbing little of 
Lauren's enthusiasm. They returned indoors and Lauren changed into her 
jeans and T-Shirt, still provoking laughter from Emma who considered 
her over-dressed.

"Hey, in the afternoon when the servants have gone we sunbathe without 
anything on."

"What, all the time?"

"Well, sometimes." replied Emma, looking Lauren straight in the eye.

"Don't you mind if people see you?"

"There isn't anyone. After lunch they go home for their siesta and 
that's the end of their day. Great, eh?"

"Who's 'we'" asked Lauren.

"Just me normally." she responded glumly. "Nobody really lives this end 
of town. Nobody even visits."

Lauren gradually understood what an idyllic life the children had and 
how she had been fortunate to have found a position that really 
required little effort on her part except being there when required. 
Lauren determined that if she could take the car and look around, 
wander about on the beach and get to know the local customs and habits 
that she would have the time of her life. Even if she did have to spank 
the precocious little minx now and again. And so, that afternoon as the 
sun lost it's midday power, the two girls jumped into the car and set 
off for Boquette.

Emma showed her the small, noisy marketplace where Lauren bought a 
wide-brimmed hat for the equivalent of two francs that would scarcely 
have bought her a coffee back home. They stopped at the post office 
next (where she changed some money), and the railway station and then 
down past her past rows of dilapidated houses that marked the way to 
the quay and harbour where they parked and walked. Heads turned and 
conversations died as they passed tiny, white-washed houses. Their 
route took them all the way along the quay to a wooden jetty that 
struck out optimistically into the sea. They leaned against the big 
battered posts at the end and chatted for over an hour, watching the 
gulls overhead following the small fishing boats as they returned to 
the harbour.

"Wow, look how clear the water is just here!" said Lauren, crouching 
down on the jetty. Myriads of tiny fish swam in perfect unison, 
glinting in the sunlight, flashing on and off as they moved underneath 
the boardwalk. She sat and watched in silence, fascinated by the 
display of nature's rich abundance. Eventually, they made small talk, 
Lauren telling her about life in Andelberg.

Lauren was surprised that all she needed to do was to suggest a 
subject, offer a little personal anecdote, and Emma would chatter away 
unaided for several minutes. Lauren understood her loneliness and the 
lack of schoolfriends only too well. Without people her own age to talk 
to and share problems with her teenage years were going to be 
difficult. Lauren steered the subject round to boyfriends. The sun 
pounded even in the late afternoon, burning her legs through the thick 
denim.

"No boys ever seem to want to come near me. Mum says I'm really pretty, 
but I'm surprised she has time to notice."

"Your Mum's very busy, Emma"

"Did your Mum tell you about periods?"

"Er, yeah, I think so" replied Lauren, truly trying to remember.

"I mean, before they happened"

"Yeah" said Lauren, feeling it was the truth.

"Mine didn't. She seemed almost disgusted. Tried to look for a servant 
to help me, to explain what was happening." Emma looked down, eyes 
glazing over with the beginnings of tears. "And I think I am, but they 
seem to run away" she moaned.

Lauren was bemused by her train of thought, the was she seemed to have 
any number of conversations on the boil at any time. "Perhaps you don't 
get the chance to meet them properly, you know, to talk to them when 
you're relaxed"

"Where did you meet your first boyfriend?"

Lauren laughed. "You won't believe me. It was in a dress shop in a town 
near my village!"

"A dress shop! What was he doing there?"

"Just looking. I mean, just looking at a show in there, not looking for 
a girlfriend."

"So what happened?" asked Emma, shuffling closer to her new found 
friend.

"He came up to me and just started talking to me"

"Did you kiss him?"

"Kiss him? I couldn't even speak I was so frightened!"

Emma looked down into her lap. "That's so romantic, I think!" she said 
dreamily.

"It's not really romantic, it was just very nice. And then we went out 
together for six years!"

"Wow, he must have been special!"

"He still is. He's at home in Switzerland."

"Perhaps he'll visit us?"

"I don't think so." she said, crossing her legs with a sigh.

"When did you first make love to him?"

"Emma! You don't ask that sort of question, you know!"

"Why not? I have to know!" She stared at the crystal water, watching 
the tiny fish swimming around the posts of the jetty. "All the girls at 
camp this summer had done it with boys. Except me." Lauren turned and 
saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes. 'So', she thought, 'we're 
approaching the real problem. Or one of them anyway.'

"There's plenty of time. Don't rush into it just because you think 
everyone else has. People tell stories sometimes just to make others 
think they're clever or grown up."

"How old, twenty?"

"I'm only nineteen now!"

"Wow, I didn't know that. That means you still a teenager as well!" She 
smiled, pushing away the tears from her eyes.

"Uh huh" confirmed Lauren with a broad smile. "Come on, let's get back 
and cook something for tea."

They stretched noisily and drove back to the house, Lauren proud that 
she had managed to find the real road out of Boquette without carving a 
new one. Emma whistled an unknown tune on the way home, patting her 
thigh in time with the tapping of her foot. They shared the cooking, 
making omlette. The light even at nine o'clock was still strong and 
after stuffing the dishwasher, they wandered out to sit, dangling their 
feet in the water of the pool.

"Jamie will be back next Sunday. Did you know he's failed his Spanish 
exam again? That's twice." said Emma.

"Have you taken yours?"

"Not yet." She paused momentarily. "Please tell me how old you were"

"When?" asked Lauren, knowing the answer.

"When you and he, you know, did it for the first time"

"Sixteen, just after my birthday." she lied. Anything to close the 
subject.

"I asked Jamie if he wanted to do it to me last week, He said he would 
think about it"

"What?" Lauren's heart pounded in her chest. Of all the problems that 
she had run through in her mind before accepting the job, at no time 
had she even considered having to come between a sexual escapade 
between brother and sister. She glanced at Emma, checking to see if she 
was joking or not. Emma stared glumly down into the water. "Now that's 
really silly, Emma. I don't think we should be discussing this, anyway" 
said Lauren annoyed.

"There's nothing wrong. I held his willy as well. It's was so hot."

"I don't believe you. It's very silly. It's also very wrong. Your 
parents would be angry beyond belief if they found out."

"They're never here." she shrugged. "Sometimes when it's really busy 
they're away for days." She kicked at the water noisily. "Then they 
come home, change, wash and pack and off they go again. I think they 
just come home to pretend they care about us, that's all." Emma pouted, 
clearly upset. Lauren decided that she didn't want to take sides in the 
argument so early in her employment.

"Come on, I think it's time you had a shower and went to bed, young 
lady." Lauren took her hand and led her through the utility room to her 
bedroom.

"Want to see my room?" she asked gleefully.

"Sure, just for a moment" replied Lauren, still frowning from the 
previous conversation.

Emma pulled her into the room and smiled proudly. Lauren looked around, 
absorbing the contents with interest. There was a single pop poster on 
the wall, and a large number of dolls, exquisitely dressed, lying 
around the room. On the windowsill was a large jar with what looked 
like soil.

"Oh, those are my ants. Mr. Quintero made it for me. The tunnels change 
shape almost every day. Especially if you put lots of food in there 
like bits of meat and corn"

Lauren watched the little creatures, busy doing whatever ants do all 
day. She noted that Emma also had a little room off the end of the 
bedroom, presumably to her own bathroom. Emma skipped over to her 
cupboard and pulled out a clean T-Shirt and threw it on her bed. She 
unknotted the sarong from around her waist and let it drop on the 
ground. Before Lauren could turn for the door, she had pulled her T-
Shirt over her head revealing her firm budding breasts and the darkened 
nipples that crowned them to perfection. Lauren caught sight of the 
crease between her knickers for an instant before glancing at the floor 
clumsily. She found the door and left, her head swimming slightly as 
she mumbled good night.

She pulled the door to her own room tight and let out a deep breath. 
Lauren wondered briefly what her pussy would have looked like if she 
had stayed to see her pull down her little girlie white knickers. She 
firmly dismissed the thought from her head. The fact that Emma was 
divine had nothing to do with her contention that the girl needed 
strict control. Lauren knew if she failed she would be in deep trouble.


Chapter 8

Lauren lazed in the bath for almost an hour, adding hot water whenever 
she felt it had cooled too much. She loved the thought of adding hot 
water without the tank running out, or having to turn the boiler on 
specially to have a bath. Moreover, the thought of having her own 
bathroom was marvelous. She could keep all her stuff where she could 
see it, maybe buy some local products and try them out if there were 
such things. She swished the water over her shoulders and looked down 
at the droplets as they fell between her breasts and over her pale 
stomach. With her finger she guided them down to her pubic hair before 
reaching for the soap and washing herself carefully.

She had set her air conditioning temperature control up to about 
seventy five, warmer than the rest of the house, and it felt so 
unusual to get out of the bath without having to dash to get a 
dressing gown round her shoulders. She stood on the fluffy white bath 
mat and dripped for a moment before wrapping herself in the bath towel 
and drying off. She pulled on her knickers and pyjamas, draping the 
dressing gown around her shoulders before sitting on the sofa in her 
little lounge. Putting her feet up on the armrests at the end, she 
switched the TV on with the remote, basking in her new-found luxury. 
She allowed twenty minutes for one of the five channels to redeem 
itself, then clicked the remote and slipped into bed. Her thoughts 
were still with Emma, and the potential problem that the young girl 
posed. Setting aside her feelings about the young girl - which she 
thought she could do - her quest to lose her virginity could be very 
difficult. Lauren debated whether to tell Elizabeth next time she saw 
her, but she thought on balance that she needed Emma's confidence more 
than she needed Elizabeth to intervene at such an early stage in what 
might just be Emma testing her out.

Her thoughts turned to Switzerland, and she again tried to determine 
what everyone might be doing. If it was about ten in the morning, then 
the answer for Nikki was nothing. She would still be asleep or 
lounging in bed. Jim would be either at college or looking for a job. 
Her mother would be fussing around the house, or telling everyone in 
the village that her daughter had gone to work abroad. She thought of 
the plane and Peter's story and smiled. She really did hope it had a 
happy ending, just like the story of Nikki. Lauren wondered what would 
have happened if she had told him every detail of the afternoon, of 
every fold of skin she had kissed and every tremor she had felt inside 
as they made love. 

Her hands wandered across her breasts, feeling the nipples already 
hardened under her pyjamas. She hated the idea of wearing clothes that 
she associated with old people, but had to admit that at least it was 
another layer of clothing to peel off, to fantasise about. Her fingers 
found the buttons and undid the first two, allowing her ample room to 
cup her breasts and delight in their firmness and form. She rolled 
onto her side, her weight pushing her hands tighter against her 
breasts as she moved around the large bed, smiling in the beginnings 
of her dream world. Her finger ran between the young mounds and down 
between the material and her stomach, encountering the not-so-sexy 
elastic that held the trousers up.

She stopped, decided that the trousers had to come off and raised her 
bottom off the bed as she slipped them to her ankles. They could stay 
at the bottom of the bed for all she cared, they weren't going to be 
needed. Remembering that she now had a bathroom, she thought how sexy 
she could be, wandering around her bedroom, bathroom and lounge half 
naked. As long as the curtains were drawn, then she was sure she would 
be safe, even with the light on. She undid the remaining two buttons 
of her pyjama tops and switched on her bedside light. In the pale 
glow, she pulled down her knickers and threw them onto the floor with 
abandon, then swung her legs over the side and stood, a smile on her 
face and bubbles in her stomach.

Lauren paraded through the bedroom with just the unbuttoned pyjama 
tops, passing into her lounge where she drew the curtains and switched 
on the light, still amused that the whole country seemed to have light 
switches that worked when flicked upwards, rather than down in Europe. 
In the bathroom she found her Baby Oil and hair brush, laid down on 
the sofa with her legs over the arm rest, and began to dribble the oil 
between the aroused lips of her pussy. Bent almost double, she could 
see clearly the detail of her sex, the trail of the oil and the 
glistening of the pink inside of her vagina. The arm of the sofa 
pushed against her bottom as she squirmed on the cushions, trying to 
find a comfortable position. Still with her legs over the arm, she 
laid right back on the sofa, dropping the oil to allow her left hand 
to pull her legs tight against her chest. She rubbed herself briefly, 
savouring the mixture of the two lubricants on her fingers before 
running the hair brush down from her breasts to her pussy. She turned 
it slowly between her lips, coating it with oil then down along her 
thighs as she imagined a thousand fingers stroking her. She angled it 
over her pussy lips and pushed down slowly, introducing it into her 
warmth. Its rounded end had served her well and needed no 
introductions to its duty that night. Her position made it difficult 
to move her hand smoothly, and after a moment of thought, she decided 
that it would be safer to return to bed. She flicked off the lights, 
took the oil and brush with her, and skipped back into her bedroom.

Seeking variety, she picked her knickers of the floor and slipped them 
on, unsure what she was going to do but pleased with the thought. She 
jumped back into bed, noted where the oil was on the bedside table and 
then flicked off the light, checking that there was no light from 
either the bedroom window of the window in her lounge. She brought her 
knees up, making a tent with the covers, then raised her bottom. 

She slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her knickers and pulled 
them down until her pussy was just exposed. The elastic gripped her 
buttocks, squeezing sexily. Her fingers trailed around the swollen 
lips, teasing and experimenting, announcing that it was show time as 
she gradually spread the oil all around. The top of the bottle flicked 
off easily as she dribbled more between her legs without a second 
thought for the sheets. Lauren smirked to herself as she pulled her 
knickers back up tight causing the gusset to stretch in between her 
pussy lips. She rubbed her middle finger along the length of her 
vulva, feeling the area becoming more and more slippery. Occasionally, 
she slipped underneath the material, touching her swollen lips as 
though forbidden territory. Images of Jim flashed through her mind as 
she delved further, her left hand seeking out her bottom and toying 
with the tight hole. Her hand pushed at her knickers, fighting for a 
way in, slick with oil and hot with expectation.

With her left hand, she tugged at the material roughly, imagining she 
was being forcibly undressed. Her knickers stretched tight between her 
knees as her legs pulled against them. She tipped the bottle of oil 
over her pussy and then placed it back on the table, picking up the 
brush at her side. Resting her head to the right and nuzzling into the 
softness of her pillow, she brought the head of the brush to the hot 
opening, feeling it slip easily in almost half an inch.

But she deliberately slowed proceedings, not to be rushed that evening 
and toyed with her lips and hidden clitoris, pushing and probing, even 
combing her pubic hair hard with it before inserting it slowly almost 
half way. She savoured the feeling, thinking of Nikki and their bath 
together, then rapidly once again of Jim and when they had made love 
one Sunday morning while her parents were at Church. Her dreams 
whisked her away to that sea of lust where she dwelt all too 
frequently and bathed her in it's splendor so much so that she failed 
to see the light appear under her door.

She did hear the footsteps though, and hurriedly brought her legs back 
down and rolled onto her side, the brush still inside her. Mentally 
scanning the room, she grabbed the Baby Oil and hid it under her 
pillow. She recognised the noise of the fridge opening and was 
surprised that she could hear it so well. Then a click. The kitchen 
light. Then footsteps outside her room. Another click and darkness. 
Her heart beat loudly as she waited for any further movement but there 
was none. She breathed out slowly and rolled onto her back, amused but 
a little worried about her lack of awareness. She bent her legs 
outwards, keeping her knees flat on the bed, and turned the brush 
round inside her. With her left hand she felt between her legs below 
the brush and sought out her anus. Oil had already beaten her to it, 
and her finger entered easily. She pushed deeper and took the brush 
with her right hand, her neck straining to keep her balance and 
rhythm. Her middle finger remained firmly embedded in her anus setting 
up a slow, firm pace as she concentrated on the brush, dreaming again 
of Jim and his huge cock that would ram into her, combining pain and 
pleasure to bring her to shattering orgasms. 

The vision surprised her in its intensity as her bottom raised slightly 
off the bed, her orgasm building rapidly. Her right hand pushed and 
pulled and turned the brush inside her while all the while rubbing 
against her clitoris which dripped in oil. Again she turned her head 
to the right and sank into the pillow, biting the clean cotton as she 
took that final step to the top of the hill and then she was over, her 
left hand jamming hard into her bottom as she shook spastically, her 
legs clasped together in a death-like grip, destroying the regular 
thrusting of the hands as her muscles gripped her finger and the oil- 
coated brush.

Her bottom lowered slowly back onto the bed as her climax receded. She 
continued to rub her clitoris slowly, running her hand over it and 
then around between her brush and the finger in her anus. She shook 
gently for two or three minutes, basking in the afterglow of her 
orgasm, and then slowly, very gently, removed the brush from her 
pussy. She always saved her bottom until last, so she could 
concentrate on the feeling as she slowly pulled out, and the strong 
muscles gave up the finger with a burst of pleasure that always caused 
her to experience what could only be described as aftershocks.

 Chapter 9

Autumnal winds and rain began to intrude upon the blazing heat of the 
sun, providing a number of spectacular thunderstorms during Lauren's 
first week in San Falino. Boquette appeared to at least have its fair 
share as the clear morning sky gave way to huge grey clouds, followed 
by rain that fell so suddenly that Lauren and Emma had to scurry 
indoors like frightened cats.

She dried herself in her room and got out of the wet jeans that she had 
worn, hanging them over the bath to dry. For a fleeting moment, she 
thought about putting another pair on, but settled for a summer skirt. 
She had always liked it for the way it rose up when it twirled. The T-
Shirt tucked nicely into the skirt giving her figure much more 
definition. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she 
heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised 
her eyebrows in appreciation and paused, savouring the romantic melody. 
Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping 
lightly through the house in search of the source.

She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out 
of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers 
gliding effortlessly over the keys as she played what Lauren thought to 
be Chopin. She walked in silently and sat on the sofa, laying her head 
on the top of the cushions as she watched, listened and dreamed as the 
powerful storm was calmed by the music indoors. Emma played for almost 
five minutes before Lauren sensed that something was not right. Emma 
missed a few notes, but her upper body shook as though she wanted to 
sneeze but couldn't. Lauren stood up and walked quietly over to her. To 
her amazement, Emma had tears running down her cheeks. She sat on the 
piano stool with her.

"Emma, you play beautifully, don't cry now!" she said, putting her arm 
around her shoulders.

Emma simply shook her head. "It's just so romantic, just so beautiful. 
I always cry when I play that piece." Emma rested her head on her 
shoulder, dripping tears down the middle of her T- Shirt.

"Sorry" she said, brushing them off.

Lauren's heart missed several beats, then kicked back into action, 
blood surging through her head at lightning speed. Her words trembled. 
"There there, that's OK." She squeezed her shoulders and got up, 
forcing herself to put distance between her and her thirteen year old 
responsibility. She walked over to the window and looked out at the 
receding storm.

Emma looked up. "I love storms. During the day, that is. I hate them at 
night. Not sure why!"

"They're so dramatic. Such power and violence!" replied Lauren, 
dreamily.

"Wow, you've got legs!" said Emma, wiping her nose and eyes in one 
movement. Lauren looked down and smiled. She held her skirt against her 
thighs and leaned backwards to get a better view. Emma looked at the 
profile of her figure. "God, I wish I had legs like you. They're so 
long. All of you is the right shape, not like me"

"But Emma, you're still developing. In fact, you've really only just 
started. Don't try and hurry through life. There's so much for you to 
discover."

"I know. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure"

"Well, it's sort of a problem. A ladies problem."

"We all get them sometimes. Do you itch??"

"Well, it's sort of a hot rash thing, but more like inside that 
outside."

"Between your legs?"

"Mmm"

"We should take you to a doctor then. They'll help you in no time. What 
did your mum say?"

"Oh, I couldn't tell her. And anyway, she's too busy to listen to my 
problems." Lauren stared at Emma, concerned with her opinion of her 
mother. "Give me the doctors name and I'll make an appointment for 
you."

"And come with me?"

"Of course I will. That's what I'm here for!" Lauren watched her smile 
and her heart fluttered. Emma stood and seemed to be about to go and 
get the phone number when she sat down again. Lauren knew there was 
more.

"Do you think I could have done myself some damage? Like if I touched 
myself there."

"No, I don't think so. In fact I'm sure you couldn't."

"Not even for a long time, until I got this feeling"

Lauren decided that it was time to cut corners otherwise Emma might 
start discussing the nonsense with her brother again. "What, a really 
lovely feeling when you touch yourself?"

"Yes, that's right. How did you know? It happened about two weeks ago" 
she spluttered. A weight seemed to lift before her very eyes as she 
smiled again.

"And when did you feel this rash?"

"A few days ago, I think"

"Then I don't think you've anything to worry about. The doctor will 
sort you out. Emma, it's not wrong to play with yourself, just don't do 
it with dirty hands. Us girls are very delicate around there, aren't 
we?"

Emma beamed and hugged Lauren. She turned and walked away. Her sarong 
twitched with each step she took, following the contours of her little 
cheeks, occasionally offering a glimpse of her tanned bare legs as she 
left the room. Lauren sat on the piano stool and began to analyse the 
list of conflicting emotions that she had registered in the ten minutes 
since she entered the lounge.


Chapter 10 Four days later, Jamie returned and the girls went to the 
station to collect him. The train was a respectable thirty-five 
minutes late, and he was clearly tired from the short but arduous 
journey. Lauren introduced herself and was delighted that Emma beamed 
at Jamie all the way back to the house. He was almost the same height 
as Lauren, not muscular but certainly no wimp. He also had blonde 
hair, darker than Emma's, cut conservatively like his father's. Lauren 
guessed that he had yet to start shaving regularly as his face 
appeared smooth and still very boyish.

After talking with his mother and father for a few minutes, he changed 
out of his trousers and shirt and joined them in the kitchen where 
Emma was making coffee, much to his surprise. The children talked for 
hours while Emma recounted the adventures of the previous week and it 
was clear from her tale that she had been out and done a lot more than 
usual. Jamie appeared impressed to the point of asking what was 
happening on Monday.

"Your teacher is supposed to be coming, I heard" said Lauren.

"He's involved in the election. He won't be here, I bet" said Jamie.

"Great, we could sunbathe all week!" said Emma. "Lauren needs to get 
her tan going before the winter comes."

"You've heard, I suppose, that's about all there is to do around here. 
And go swimming in the pool." said Jamie

"Or go to the beach?" asked Lauren.

"What for? There's the pool" replied Emma.

"The beach might make a nice change. I've never swum in the sea!"

"Really?" squealed Emma, looking at her incredulously. "That's weird. 
But you don't like to get wet, do you?"

"You shower though, don't you?" asked Jamie.

"Sure" said Lauren, wondering why she felt so defensive.

"But you might not like us sunbathing. Sometimes we don't wear 
anything when there's just Jamie and me. So we don't get any tan 
lines"

Lauren's heart thumped in her chest. To her surprise, her main concern 
was not the thought of seeing Emma naked but of having them both naked 
and where that might lead. Lauren knew that she had to understand 
Jamie's thoughts and counsel him about Emma's behaviour.

Emma leaned forward as Lauren stood to make more coffee, chatting about 
the horses and the thunderstorm as Lauren poured the water. Turning to 
see how much sugar Jamie wanted, she glimpsed down the front of Emma's 
T-Shirt and once again caught sight of the tiny young nipples. Turning 
back without an answer, she brought her hand up and rubbed her 
forehead as if to restore circulation. Unsteadily, she brought the 
coffee across and sat, prickly heat darting across her body as she 
held the seat tightly.

Lauren turned her attention to Jamie, looking him over discretely as 
she asked him questions about his friends in the area and what he had 
done during the summer. She liked his face, and even though he looked 
younger that Jim, she realised that as a family they had traveled 
considerably, the effect noticeable as he told her stories of previous 
countries they had lived in, including England and the United States.

"Emma! Where are you?" shouted her mother.

"Here!"

"Just a minute, if you could!" Emma trudged off dejectedly to talk 
with her mother, and Lauren seized the moment to have a quiet chat 
with him.

"Where do your schoolfriends live? Around here?"

"No, now we have the stupid tutor we've lost touch with most of them. 
He does try to get all his pupils together now and then, but maybe 
only twice a term"

"Good chance to meet girls, though, I would think!"

"No, most of the kids are younger than me, more Emma's age"

"Hmm, she's at an awkward age. I remember how I felt. Rebellious. I 
think I went out of my way to be non-conformist."

"You're right. She's certainly moody, but I've seen her worse!"

"She's developing. Getting ideas about boys, and sex and so on. It's 
difficult. We need to treat her gently."

"I know. She wants to do some funny things"

"Really, anything I could sort out?"

"No!" he laughed, looking at Lauren and then forcing the smile off his 
face. "No offence, she just had some crush on me, I think. It happened 
earlier this summer as well as last weekend. She touched my.... you 
know. I didn't mind anyway."

"Your willy?" said Lauren. She was impressed that she didn't feel 
herself blushing for once, the tone of her voice just as her mother 
would have used for firmness and authority. He nodded back at her, 
eyebrows raised at her forthright manner. "You'll just have to walk 
away from those sorts of situations. She'll grow out of it. I think 
though that you should mind. She's your sister after all." Lauren 
looked intently at his face and knew beyond a doubt that her lecture 
had not sunk in at all. He shrugged slightly as if to accept her right 
to an opinion while dismissing any further discussion.

Gustav and Elizabeth left late on Monday morning. They had hoped to 
talk to Mr. Quintero but he hadn't arrived by eleven thirty, so they 
left the children in the hands of Lauren who promised to take them to 
the beach instead of having them in the house all day. Delighted, 
Elizabeth had waved good-bye until the car disappeared out of sight.

"I'm going to change then get something to eat" said Jamie as he went 
back inside. The sun was almost at it's highest and it seemed a bad 
idea to be outside. "Lauren, are you going to sunbathe on the beach as 
well?"

"I might do. Yes, I think I will but I'll have to get a bathing costume 
first in town."

"Oh, I know just where" said Emma, gripping her arm. "I'll help you 
chose it!"

After lunch, and the briefest of siestas, Lauren drove them to the 
town and parked, theirs the only car in the square outside the only 
clothing shop in Boquette. The majority of shops formed the side of 
the square, except for the north end where cafe tables sprawled into 
the road. None of the buildings had been painted in recent history, 
and plaster hung from the walls in a two tone effect. Thin chickens 
and wiry dogs ran around freely while black-shawled matriarchs guarded 
sleeping babies and screaming, ragged children. Grey smoke from 
blackened cooking drifted from cafe grills, tempting people and 
animals alike. Old men with stubbled chins looked up from their 
dominoes and watched in dismay as the children invaded.

Jamie sat at one end of the tables, ordered a drink and watched the 
central fountain while the two girls walked into the shop. Lauren 
chose a couple of bikinis quickly. After all, there wouldn't be many 
occasions when she was going to wear them. Most of the time she could 
wear a T-Shirt and the bottom part if she wanted to simply stand in the 
pool. Something cheap would be fine. Lauren showed them to Emma who 
smiled and pulled her into the changing room. Lauren checked herself, 
foolishly realising that this wasn't quite part of the plan. She 
couldn't quickly buy one of them because that would be stupid. Pulling 
her T-Shirt off over her head, she slipped the bikini over her bra and 
tried it for size.

"There. That's perfect. And I really like the colour. Let's go!" She 
put her arms into the T-Shirt and pulled it quickly over her head.

"What about the bottom. Go on, try them!"

Nonchalantly, Lauren pulled her jeans down with her knickers and 
slipped out of them both. Stepping carefully into each leg, she pulled 
the bikini bottoms up and checked the waist. Emma's hand darted round 
to her bottom.

"What size are these?" she said, pulling the back down quickly. Emma 
had dropped to her knees and was searching like a woman possessed.

"They're a size 6, I think"

"Wow, you're quite thin."

"They're stretchy, that's all!"

And then her fingers traced the outline of the waistband. Lauren close 
her eyes involuntarily. Her tiny fingers! Inches away! Were they 
trembling? They roamed over her, so soft and warm! Lauren thought she 
would fall over. She battled between twisting away and remaining just 
a moment longer, balancing whether to condone the exploration or tell 
her in no uncertain terms that she was out of bounds. Emma looked up 
at her, smiling like an angel. Lauren thought she could have been in 
an advert for whipped cream, or flowers on Mother's Day, or the star 
of a promotion for pearly white teeth. Lauren realised, conclusively, 
that her actions were wholly innocent.

"Hey, that tickles!" she giggled, twisting slightly as she turned her 
back on Emma and slipped the bikini bottoms off. She almost fell in 
her haste to put her knickers back on, and was already zipping her 
jeans back up as Emma got to her feet.

"Lauren?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm so glad you decided to look after us. I think it's going to be 
really good fun!"

Lauren put her arm around her shoulders as they emerged from the 
changing room, smiling at her. "Thank you. I'm glad to be here with 
such beautiful children. And in this lovely country. It's great that 
it's

so warm here." They paid, collected Jamie and drove to the beach. The 
tide was out and that meant walking over the rocks before they could 
get to the water.

"Oh well, we'll have to come back early tomorrow morning when the 
tide's in." said Jamie. They were home within ten minutes, the 
children deciding to laze by the pool while Lauren changed. Her 
bedroom was cool in comparison to outside, and her nipples registered 
their disapproval as she slipped off the T-Shirt and bra. She cupped 
them reassuringly, rubbing a little before she sat on the bed and 
snipped the price tag off the bikini bottom, noting with 
disappointment that the workmanship was far from perfect. With her 
jeans and knickers off, she wandered through to her bathroom and 
rinsed her face with a flannel, then slipped into the briefs and 
pulled them up. The fabric wasn't the world's best, but it covered 
everything well. The top went on next although she had to remove it a 
couple of times before she was happy with the straps. Once again she 
delighted in the way her breasts hardly moved when she took it off, 
and turned sideways on to the mirror to admire her profile. She had 
always felt apprehensive about wearing a swimming costume and found it 
easy to fault some part of her body, especially as she looked around 
the pool in Andelberg back home. Either her breasts were too small, or 
her legs too thin, or her hair a complete mess. Now it seemed that her 
milk-white skin was going to be an obvious indication that her body 
hadn't seen the sun for many years.

She decided that she would sunbathe a little while writing a letter to 
Nikki, so she rolled up her pen and paper in a bath towel and slipped 
a T-Shirt back over herself before padding down the hallway, the 
marble floor wonderfully cool beneath her bare feet.

"Who are you going to write to?" asked Emma, watching her as she 
settled into a reclining chair. Lauren felt her eyes travel the length 
of her legs.

"Nikki. I said I would write after the first week" Lauren looked 
around and saw Jamie lazily backstroking across the pool. He swam 
well, even turning silently underwater at the end of his length. She 
squinted in the brilliant light, turning on to her side to escape the 
sun.

"Want some suntan stuff?" asked Emma, holding up a bottle.

"Yeah, great." She caught it and flipped the top.

"Want me to do it?" asked Emma.

"No, I'll be fine, thanks." replied Lauren, spreading a generous 
amount over her arms and the top of her legs. She did her stomach and 
reached round to do her back as best she could. She put the bottle 
down and started her letter, smiling as she thought of Nikki and how 
she would be lying in bed reading it. After half a page, trickles of 
perspiration had started to form around her temples, threatening to 
dribble down her face. She wiped her forehead with her arm and gazed 
back at the pool. Jamie was still in there, now simply floating with 
his eyes closed. She glanced at Emma. She was lying on her stomach, 
clearly with no top on. Lauren was unsure what to do. To over-react 
would be stupid, and many countries allowed topless bathing. And here 
they were in their back garden, a secluded, highly private place where 
nobody could see. Except Jamie.

She turned back to her letter and tried to write. Nothing came until 
she thought again of Nikki and her smile, her sense of humour. She 
wrote:

"It's warm here, as I sit beside the pool. The children are well 
behaved, and seem to spend their days either with their tutor or 
lazing by the pool. As you can imaging, I'm rushed off my feet. Oh 
yeah! And I'm allowed to drive their car. Not legally, but back and 
forth to the shops, that sort of thing. Perhaps I'll meet some hunky 
man over here, who knows."

Lauren smirked. Jamie pulled himself out of the water in one smooth 
motion and walked over to his towel. He dried his hair and his arms 
and chest. Turning away from Lauren and Emma, he pulled off his 
swimming trunks and hung them on a hook in the sun. Lauren watched 
open mouthed, glancing at Emma to make sure that she didn't see. He 
didn't look at Lauren, just moved the towel slightly in front of his 
cock and walked inside. Lauren committed the image to memory.

"I'm going to have a snooze. Mind the sun, won't you!" he said, 
sliding the patio doors closed after him. Lauren closed her eyes as 
prickly pin-pricks returned under her arms and somewhere near her 
toes. She thought of Jim, then of Jamie. Jim was bigger, but then he 
was much older. Jamie had looked so wholesome, fit and clean. The 
water dripping off his cock and balls was wonderful. Lauren realised 
that she hadn't made love to Jim for almost three weeks before she 
left, and she had been in Boquette over a week. That's enough to drive 
anyone crazy, she thought.

Another grin spread across her lips as she sank back in the chair, 
recalling the last time they had made love. Her mother knew where they 
were going. Nobody goes up the mountain at eight o'clock at night 
unless it's to lay under the stars and make love. She had looked down 
her nose at her, that disapproving look that was so much softer than 
the look she received whenever she said she was staying the night at 
Nikki's house. Mum knew, that was sure.

They had walked, hand in hand for most of the way, up through the 
wooded belt of the mountain, through into the clear grassy slopes, 
then traversed for about ten minutes until they found the little 
stream that originated from a small collection of rocks. The lights 
below flickered silently, the village split by the main road and the 
railway. Conscious that this was possibly their last time to make 
love, they treaded carefully, each anxious to allow the other the 
opportunity to derive maximum pleasure.

She had flicked the button on his jeans early, unzipping his manhood 
so that she could take him in her hand and memorize his girth. His 
cock was slippery, warm and familiar, the skin moving easily to reveal 
the red knob. Jim took his time, unbuttoning her blouse slowly as he 
slipped his hand underneath the material and caressed her breasts. 
They had whispered their love for each other under the stars, shedding 
clothes until Lauren remained with only her knickers and socks to her 
credit. He had slipped on top of her, then tugged her knickers aside, 
slithering down her body to gently probe her sex with his tongue.

She pulled him up after several minutes, determined to orgasm with him 
deeply embedded inside. Tugging her knickers again, he pushed his 
thick cock against her pussy, opening her easily. She recalled once 
again the pain she always felt as he entered her, his massive cock 
splitting her with such force that she gritted her teeth, her heart 
beating wildly as she held her breath and waited for him to penetrate 
her fully. Their rhythm began, her back itching against the coarse 
grass. He pumped regularly, making it easy for Lauren to join in. She 
brought her legs up higher, gripping him hard around the waist, 
thrilled with the cold air that circulated around her bottom. Timing 
had always been a problem for them, mainly, thought Lauren, because 
she concentrated on trying to minimize the pain she felt during their 
love making. But her orgasm that night had bubbled furiously inside, 
jumping around as though possessed, building steadily and reliably. 
She sucked her middle finger, then pushed it inside his mouth. The 
warmth and wetness excited her, even more so when she brought her 
finger round his back and sought out the crease of his buttocks.

Surprising even herself, she found his anus, and pushed gently. 
Satisfied that he didn't find the idea revolting, she pushed again, 
teasing his entrance as he pumped harder and faster. She felt her 
orgasm gaining strength, and pushed deep inside him, making him scream 
with delight. His cock bulged inside her, wider than ever, 
strengthening his strokes, super stiff, harder and faster until she 
felt

him pulse and flood her with jet after jet of cum. That had taken her 
way over the top, her pussy celebrating by trapping him with all it's 
might as her legs gripped his waist once again.

"Do you miss her?" said a sleepy voice.

The truth slowly sank in. No boyfriend (no girlfriend) no nothing. So 
much for the idyllic bloody lifestyle, she thought. Just a plastic 
brush and a half empty bottle of Baby Oil. "What? Emma, I thought 
you'd gone to sleep. Who?"

"Your friend, Nikki"

That was the night as well when she had suggested, after he had come 
for almost thirty seconds inside her, that he could clean her as she 
lay there. She had thought of it that morning, wondering what else she 
could do with Jim if it really was to be their last time together for 
many months. She spent the afternoon mentally rehearsing, trying to 
predict what he would say.

He had slipped out of her, kissed her on the lips very tenderly, then 
swiveled round to lick her swollen labia. He sank to the grass, his 
cock inches from her face and buried himself between her hot legs. His 
tongue had avoided her clitoris and simply lapped around the very top 
of her legs. Lauren had no idea if he had swallowed any of his cum, 
but the feeling of having him there, cleaning her, had been the source 
of many a masturbatory moment afterwards. A week after had she realised 
that he had swung round expecting her to take his cock in her mouth. 
It simply hadn't occurred to her at the time.

"Yeah. She seems such a long way away. We've known each other for 
years." 'Actually, little girl', thought Lauren, 'when I was your age 
she and I had made love in my bedroom.'

"Get her to come out. Tell her to buy a ticket tomorrow."

"She can't. She gave me lots of money. Just for emergencies so she 
would have to save up for ages."

"How much does it cost, I've got lots in my bank!"

Lauren smiled warmly. "That's OK sweety. It costs over a thousand 
dollars. That's a lot of money just for a holiday"

Emma turned onto her back and reached behind her head, holding onto 
the back of the chair. She closed her eyes tight. Lauren looked at her 
chest, almost flat with the tiniest of nipples. She followed the 
graceful line from her hands, down along her arms and neck, up over 
her young breasts, down over her stomach and then all the way along 
her legs. Every inch of flesh was tanned, even where her bikini bottom 
had moved. Lauren also closed her eyes, the tell-tale stirring inside 
willing her hand to drop the pen and move down to touch, even gently, 
her hot vagina. God, she needed something.

She forced herself off the seat and walked inside. Stopping at the 
fridge, she poured a glass of cold water from a pitcher, walked 
through into the lounge and lay back on the sofa. She closed her eyes 
and rested the drink on her stomach. She knew she had to calm down or 
the children would sense her nervousness. Deciding that some rules in 
her own head might be useful, she determined that Emma sunbathing 
topless was OK, but only when there was nobody around. Jamie should 
keep his trunks on all the time, but then she allowed him to hang them 
on the line. That was sensible, anyway. The chlorine would eat away at 
the material and then he'd have nothing. The cold drink worked wonders 
as the heat of the afternoon caught up with her. Still thinking about 
how to control them both, she slid a little further into the luxurious 
leather and allowed her legs to part as she put her feet on the little 
table.

Her thoughts continued, and she supposed that it was OK if Emma 
continued her tan, since she had obviously started it while her mother 
and father were around. They both had, she assumed. Other permutations 
swept through her mind, some ludicrous, others restrictive. Each was 
analysed until she was happy that she had the situation under control 
in her own mind. She leaned up and opened her eyes. She screamed.

"Whey! I didn't hear you come in!" she squealed to Jamie. "How long 
have you been there?" Without waiting for an answer, she looked 
quickly down at his waist. He had trunks on. She closed her legs, 
trying to recall if she had touched herself while she had been 
dreaming. Adjusting her bra strap, she made her excuses and left, 
noting a bulge in his trunks that had not been visible when she saw 
him outside.

"I just thought I'd ask, er....." he said, watching her pass.

She flew to her room and closed the door behind her, aghast at what he 
might have seen. She sat on her bed, the silky covers cool against her 
thighs, and brought up her right leg. Her fingers told her that there 
was definitely a wet patch between her legs, and she was certain he 
had noticed it. Damn, she thought, she wasn't going to be a prisoner 
in her own room. But there had been a bulge in his trunks, she was 
sure of it. Her mind was confused, not really sure what she had seen 
in her rush to escape. Deciding that if he had wanted to show himself 
to her then he would have done it by the pool when he changed, he gave 
him the benefit of the doubt and pulled open the door. She peered down 
the corridor, and slipped out of the room. She could see both the 
children through the lounge window, sitting by the pool, sunbathing 
again. Her seat was still vacant.

She caught Jamie's eye as she walked back onto the patio and smiled at 
him as she sat back on her chair, asking for forgiveness. He smiled 
back instantly. She picked up her letter and pen to write again but 
nothing came. There was plenty of news but none of it seemed really 
newsworthy. Restlessly, she stood and walked to the pool, crouching 
down alongside Jamie to test the water with her hand.

"Gosh, it's so warm!"

"Too warm. It takes it's heat from the stone surrounding it, 
automatically. But in the summer all you want is a cool swim and it's 
too warm. Now though it's just right. Try it!"

"I think I will." Lauren sat on the edge adjacent to the steps and 
dangled her feet in the water. It felt glorious. She pushed herself off 
for a quick paddle. She sank underwater, seeming to fall without 
stopping until her natural buoyancy (and thrashing arms) brought her 
back to the surface. She screamed loudly, the water running from her 
hair into her eyes. She breathed water into her lungs through her 
nose, coughing and retching as she flailed on the surface.

"Help! Oh God, help!" Lauren knew she couldn't touch the bottom and 
would be falling back under soon. She saw a colourful smudge moving in 
front of her, and heard a splash just before she went under again. 
Disorientated, she opened her eyes under water and saw Jamie swimming 
around the back of her. Bubbles swirled and sounds became confused in 
the strange silence of the deep. He grabbed her chin and she felt him 
pull her roughly towards him as he thrust out with his feet. She 
continued to thrash around, unsure if Jamie was playing with her or 
attempting to save her from imminent drowning. Her lungs were bursting 
as she broke through the surface and she coughed and gasped.

He pulled her to the edge, placing her hands firmly on the side of the 
pool, and then guided her a couple of feet to her left where she felt 
the steps. The first one was above waist height. Turning very 
carefully, she sat on the step and breathed hard, coughing and shaking 
her head. Her vision returned and she noticed Emma crouching above her 
by the edge of the pool. Jamie held her tightly as she swayed. He had 
a look of grave concern.

"What happened? Did you dive in and hit your head on the bottom?" 
asked Emma.

"No steps! Here, no steps!" was all Lauren could say between coughs.

"Oh, that's right, they don't go far then there's a big, big drop!" 
said

Emma. She went off to get a towel and returned. "Come on, let's get 
you dry." Lauren got out of the water very cautiously and sat down on 
the edge of the pool. Emma sat next to her, took hold of her T-Shirt 
and pulled up, Lauren helping as she raised her arms. Emma draped the 
towel around her and patted her back. Lauren noticed that Emma had 
removed the bottom part of her bikini and although she sat with her 
legs curled up against her bottom, it was obvious that she was naked. 
Lauren couldn't care less. She had almost died as far as she was 
concerned and wasn't going to make a scene. Jamie didn't appear too 
interested either, not even glancing in the direction of his sister.

"Sit down again on the seat and get warm. That was probably a nasty 
shock, eh?" said Jamie, taking her arm and helping her up. Lauren sat 
and laid back, coughing now and then as she remembered the weird 
noises underwater and the sight of Jamie maneuvering around her. She 
cursed her luck, knowing that the night would bring crushing ear aches 
or some other painful reminder of her aversion to water.

She looked across to Jamie. "Hey, thanks" she said quietly. He smiled, 
clearly delighted.

That evening Jamie had the TV on in the lounge, watching the news in 
Spanish. Lauren joined him on the sofa.

"What's happening?"

"This is all about the Nationalists in the north. Looks like the 
government has decided that two of the candidates have been harassed 
by the police, so the government has sacked the police in one of the 
towns and brought some soldiers in to protect the candidates."

"Sounds very fair to me" said Lauren.

"Sure. They have the U.N monitoring the election. That's what my mum 
is helping to organise. It's just that the locals see it as more 
interference and more removal of local power. There was a report just 
now before you came in about how the richest ten percent own almost 
eighty percent of the country's property. And unemployment is rising, 
in all sectors except local government."

"But I thought it had been like that for ages?" asked Lauren.

"That's what my Dad says, but these people seem to have had enough. 
The rubbish collections, street cleans and those sort of people are 
holding a one day strike every week until the government resume 
negotiations."

"But it's OK down here, right. That's just up in the north."

"Yeah. People are happier down here because unemployment is lower." 
said Jamie. "Last week there was problems with some government 
contract. Seems like there's back- handers everywhere, but little of 
the money actually gets to its target."

She digested the information, comparing it with difficulty to her own 
experience. She turned to him, smiling kindly. "Look, I just want to 
say thanks again for pulling me out this afternoon. And I'm sorry if I 
sounded abrupt when I was in here. I just thought, you know, that 
you'd been, er... Sorry." She looked down into her lap, avoiding his 
eyes. He turned to face her.

"What? Watching you?" Well I was, sort of, I just wanted to know if we 
could cook tea together, that was all."

"Oh, Jamie, I'm sorry. Of course we can." She paused, considering her 
lines. "It's just that where I come from it's all so different. We 
aren't quite as open as a family, especially in the way we dress." 
said Lauren.

He shrugged. "Ever since we had our first nanny we've run around with 
almost nothing on. I guess for us it's normal. That's why if Emma is 
naked I don't really take much notice. I know she glances at me now 
and again, but she's younger than me and wants to know everything." He 
paused, inhaled and thought better. Lauren turned to him, prompting 
for his question as she raised her eyebrows. "She said again today 
that she wanted me to get rid of her virginity. She's so worried that 
she still has it at thirteen!."

"Jamie, she's mixed up. You shouldn't encourage her" said Lauren 
sternly.

"I don't encourage her, but I do think it would be lovely."

"It's illegal. And what if she got pregnant. How would you explain 
that?"

"She wouldn't get pregnant. We'd take precautions"

She stared wide eyed at him. "No. Absolutely no! Do you hear?"

They sat in silence, staring at the commercials. Lauren was angry and 
worried. His attitude was much more casual than she had thought - he 
could hardly be said to be a good influence on his sister. But Lauren 
couldn't understand where this easy-going attitude originated. 
Certainly not Elizabeth and Gustav.

"You'll get used to her" he said.

"I'm sure I will. She's a very beautiful girl." said Lauren sincerely. 
She smiled at him lightly.

"So are you, I think"

"Jamie, time to cook tea!"

Twice that evening Lauren found herself thrown again into mental 
turmoil. The first occasion was when Emma had changed out of her 
bikini and into a blouse and shorts. Clearly she had no underwear on 
at all, and Lauren saw both her nipples and along up the legs of her 
shorts, on both occasions almost losing her breath at the thought of 
her young body and the treasures concealed beneath the pure white 
cotton.

The second occasion was when Emma dashed out of the shower in her room 
and tip- toed into the spare room past the kitchen holding only a 
small towel in front of her. Lauren saw her cute little bottom and 
swayed at the thought of holding it against her. That night, Lauren 
realised that her feelings for both children had changed dramatically 
in the previous twenty-four hours. Instead of finding them promiscuous 
and a threat to her authority, she regarded them as innocent, young 
and willing to be led and taught the finer values in life. She only 
hoped that those noble ambitions would prevail over the dark forces 
that she knew were at work inside her. Chapter 11

The replacement of the police force in the north had been a bad move. 
The Nationalists had interpreted it as an undercover method of 
replacing the locally elected authority with soldiers who would do the 
government's dirty work. Students in the university towns of the north 
went on strike, and found some sympathy with those in the capital.

Their demands escalated from the reinstatement of the police to better 
pay for state employees, a shorter working week and a minimum wage. 
The television reports were full of small riots, looting in the north 
and beatings of ringleaders. Lauren and Jamie felt sure that the 
situation had been mishandled, and groaned when state electricity 
workers threatened to work to rule, effectively banning overtime and 
posing the possibility of power outages .

Outwardly, Lauren smiled and dismissed it lightly. Europe had it's 
periods of discontent, rarely lasting more than a few days and 
certainly manageable. But the sheer pace of escalation and the venom 
with which some of the interviewees spoke made Switzerland feel all 
the more like home. But while Rome burned, the children relaxed. Mr. 
Quintero arrived and taught them furiously for two days. Probably just 
enough to be able to morally claim his stipend. Lauren discarded her 
beautiful dressing gown, and when Elizabeth and Gustav were not at 
home (six days of the week) she would wander round in her bikini, with 
a cardigan (good old mum) over her shoulders when indoors. She 
delighted in the freedom, the sheer ease of getting up, pulling on two 
pieces of clothing and then being ready for the day. Jamie stared at 
her for the first morning and then took little notice. Lauren 
also made a promise to herself that she would get rid of her pale skin 
as soon as possible by sunbathing for at least an hour every afternoon 
once the sun had lost it's full force. Her tan had increased 
dramatically even during the first ten days of her stay, and she was 
proud of the difference in colour between her breasts and her stomach. 
She even started doing exercises, pull-ups in her bedroom. Thirty 
before breakfast, and another thirty at night. Each morning, she would 
slip out of bed, discard her clothes and lay down on the floor of her 
lounge. Cheating slightly with her toes under the TV table, she 
grunted and groaned as she pulled herself up and then flopped back 
against the soft cushion. That was there so that she didn't hurt her 
head if she became too enthusiastic.

On Thursday morning, Lauren and Emma left Jamie at home and drove down 
to the doctor's house for her appointment. Elizabeth reiterated her 
admiration for the man, saying that she only wished more doctors would 
refrain from prescribing pills for every ailment and revert to more 
natural remedies.

The receptionist recognised Emma and waved them both through. "He's 
not got anyone with him. Just knock and go straight in." Disinfectant 
hung in the air, warding off zealous inspectors.

The doctor's surgery was similar to a million others in the world. It 
was clean, white and functional. Lauren and Emma sat next to him while 
he pulled up her records on a computer terminal. Lauren raised her 
eyebrows in admiration of his submission to technology.

"Emma. Lovely to see you again! And you are?" Emma spoke to him in 
Spanish, and he switched to French. Or his version of it anyway.

"Lauren." She was relieved to speak her language, but still found 
herself using simple words, and gesticulating a lot. "I'm au pair at 
the household. From Switzerland. Been here about ten days." she said 
loudly, holding up her fingers.

"Welcome to Boquette. Now, Emma, what can we do for you today?"

"I think I have a rash. I got it about four days ago, I think."

"OK, now where is it?"

"Down here" said Emma, pointing to her skirt.

The doctor tapped quickly on his terminal. "OK, and does it hurt all 
the time?"

"No, but when it does it's really warm. Not burning, just warm"

"When you go to the toilet?"

"No, any time"

"OK, take your flip-flops off and jump up on the bed, then we can take 
a look."

Lauren sat strategically opposite the bed as she watched Emma shuffle 
up onto the sheet, her legs dangling over the edge. She could see the 
little-girl shape of her young breasts and a hint of white knickers 
covering her mound where her skirt lay tight across her legs. She 
could also see the look of anguish on Emma's face as the two girls 
exchanged glances. The doctor rose and took her blood pressure, 
grunting as the air hissed out. He turned and tapped numbers into his 
terminal - clearly a recently acquired plaything. He examined her 
eyes, ears and mouth before breathing on his stethoscope and rubbing 
it on his shirt. He looked at her blouse. Emma sat calmly with her 
hands at her side, watching him with nervous interest. "Now, let's 
undo a few of these shall we?" he mumbled, popping three or four of 
the little buttons. Lauren could see her nipples and quickly glanced 
at the terminal as though thoroughly disinterested in the little girls 
budding breasts. The doctor pushed the material to one side with the 
stethoscope and listened as he gazed at the wall beyond.

"Deep breath! In. And out. In, and out. Lovely." As he returned from 
his terminal once again, he guided her legs up onto the bed. "Lie down 
for a while and we'll check out the rest." Emma lay back, hands behind 
her head, her taut, tanned little breasts poking skywards, exposed to 
Lauren's gaze. The doctor prodded her stomach and undid the buttons a 
little more until the two halves of the blouse fell aside. He watched 
closely as he applied pressure just below her navel and removed his 
fingers, roving around the general area and pressing in her side.

"That's good. Now let's move your skirt out of the way and have a look 
down here, shall we?" Emma squirmed on the bed as he pushed her skirt 
up over her thighs and rested it on her stomach. "OK, lift your 
bottom a little" he said as he tugged at her tiny briefs.

He pulled them so that her pubic hair was just visible above the 
waistband. Turning to a cupboard, he got a pair of cream-coloured 
plastic gloves out of a big box and pulled them on. He prodded again, 
clearly causing some discomfort to Emma as she curled up her lip. 
Lauren caught a glimpse of the fair coloured hair that rose between 
her legs and looked away quickly as Emma caught her stare.

"Does that hurt?"

"A little. Not much"

"OK, bottom up again." Her knickers came down to her knees and he 
ventured further, feeling the inside of her thighs and pushing his 
thumbs against her hip bones. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he 
pulled her knickers off the remainder of the way.

"Can you look after these for me?" he asked, handing the knickers to 
her.

Emma smiled thinly as he took her feet in one hand and pushed back 
towards her bottom, very gently parting her legs as her knees rose up 
into the air.

"What a wonderful tan! You must have spent all summer outdoors! Have 
you been swimming?"

"Yes, but only in the pool. Lauren wanted to take us to the beach but 
the tide was out so we came home." She raised her head to try and see 
what he was doing, resting on her elbows. Her face had reddened and 
she was clearly uncomfortable with the examination. She glanced at 
Lauren quickly who smiled back, giving her sympathy and 
encouragement. Emma could see him pressing against the hair above her 
pussy, and then slowly running her labia between his fingers. The 
fingers of his left hand separated her pussy lips while he took a 
small torch from his pocket and shone it over her, nodding and adding 
his own encouragement as he explored her damp pussy. He replaced the 
torch, and looking into the distance, he gently prodded the entrance 
to her vagina.

"Ow!"

"Does that hurt?" 

"A bit. It's just warm"

He snapped off the gloves and pulled on another pair. "Face the wall, 
please" he said, pushing her away so that she had her back to Lauren. 
"Curl up in a ball" He pulled up the cheek to her bottom and squeezed 
a tube of jelly against her anus. He wiped it all around the tiny 
hole, occasionally pushing a little inside as Emma wriggled on the 
bed. "Deep breath now, please." Lauren breathed in with Emma as he 
slid his index finger an inch inside her.

"Oh, please, that feels so ...."

The doctor pulled out gently and probed the crinkled area, pressing 
around the opening and peering carefully at the reaction to his 
finger. "One more time, hold still, a little deeper now."

Emma simply groaned, realising that protest would have little effect. 
His finger pressed firmly into her before twisting, exploring then 
emerging back into daylight.

"OK, there's some inflammation. I'm going to check once more as deep 
as I can. Now, relax one more time"

The doctor probed gently, waiting until her muscles relaxed against 
his finger, then pushed his latex finger deep inside her. She groaned, 
curling up tighter like a baby. As he probed, his free hand moved over 
her stomach, probing carefully, until his hand slid down, over her 
sparse pubic hair and pushed between her tightly clenched thighs. He 
pushed against her groin, forcing his finger deeper still into her 
rectum. "Oh, please! No more!" gasped Emma, her knuckles white as 
she gripped her knees tight against her chest.

Slowly removing his finger, he pulled off the gloves again and threw 
them in the rubbish. "It's as I thought. I just want to confirm your 
temperature then we'll be done!" he said cheerfully. He took hold of 
her hips and swung her onto her knees. She steadied herself with her 
hands while her bottom thrust up into the air. "As you said, the heat 
seems to be inside you. I think it's a mild inflammation caused by a 
virus that's often found this time of year, but I want to be 
absolutely sure!"

>From a drawer beside his terminal he took a metal cylinder which 
unscrewed to reveal a thick thermometer about five inches in length. 
He shook it carefully, not so much because it was glass but as though 
it was a treasured possession. Lauren thought it might have even been 
presented to him by an admirer.

He returned to Emma, held her bottom and the thermometer with his left 
hand while he re-applied the jelly around her little hole. Emma gasped 
as he once again intruded inside her with his finger.

"Good girl. Now, let's quickly see how hot you are." He positioned the 
thermometer against her opening and peered round her bottom. "I'm 
going to put this thermometer inside your bottom. Just relax and let 
it go in, OK? Deep breath again please!" With a practiced flamboyance 
he twirled the thermometer around in his fingers, greasing it up once 
again before slowly and steadily pushing it inside the little girl.

"Oh, that's enough! No further!" gasped Emma.

"It's OK, it can't hurt you. It'll just feel a little strange, that's 
all."

The doctor pushed further, turning occasionally until almost the whole 
of the instrument was buried inside her. Lauren stole a glance, her 
stomach lurching at the sight of Emma, facing the wall in shame, her 
tiny breasts brushing against the bed and her thin legs holding her 
bottom high in the air. The tip of the thermometer was just visible. 
Lauren felt the familiar rush of blood between her legs and the 
churning inside her, the harbinger of pleasure awake and on the prowl. 
She would have paid money to move ninety degrees around the bed.

He looked at his watch and twirled the instrument one more time before 
slowly pulling it from her. Emma squealed loudly as it finally 
emerged.

"Well done, that looks OK. It's as I thought, you have an 
inflammation." He pulled a paper towel from a dispenser on the wall 
and guided her back down onto her side, now facing Lauren. He stood 
right in front of Emma's head so that the girls couldn't see each 
other and taking her left foot, raised her leg so that he could wipe 
her pussy and anus as though she was an infant. Lauren swayed from the 
full, unrestricted view of the little girl's slippery pussy even 
though she was seated. Her pulse raced feverishly.

"OK, well done, you can get dressed now!" Emma laid on her back and 
pulled her knickers up over her legs, then swung over the edge and 
pulled them up the rest of the way. Lauren preserved her modesty by 
turning to the doctor.

"Well, it's as I thought. You're the second young lady in here today 
with this infection. If you haven't been in the sea then I'm at a loss 
to know how you've got it."

"Could I get it from dirty hands do you think?"

"It's unlikely, I'm sure your house is spotless. Anyway, the remedy is 
easy. I'm going to give you this herbal preparation. I could give you 
antibiotics but this is just as good and much, much cheaper." He 
turned to Lauren. "I think this is just a case of bacterial infection, 
but mixed with some bug with a long Latin name. This will have to be 
administered once a day, at any time you like, but don't let it get 
washed off too quickly."

Lauren nodded. "I think you can stay out of the pool for a while, 
can't you?" said Lauren rhetorically.

"The cream will cool the area but the source of the heat is internal. 
I'm afraid the bad news is that to get maximum benefit you'll have to 
make sure this is administered internally, and her pubic hair will 
have to be removed for two reasons. To reduce any potential breeding 
ground and to keep the area as cool as possible. It'll soon grow 
again"

Lauren look aghast. "What, you mean take it off. Like shave it?"

"Yes. I'd do it for you now but I must close the surgery at five 
today. Just take care, use plenty of soap and several razors. Think 
you'll manage?"

"Yeah" said Lauren, turning to Emma to see if she understood the 
implications. It was clear that she didn't.

"Internally means in her vagina and anus. Deep but don't force it. 
Make sure your hands are spotlessly clean each time before you put the 
gloves on." He looked at Lauren. "Sure you'll manage?"

Her head swam with visions of what she would have to do. "Sure, we'll 
be OK." It felt that the devil himself was slapping down temptation 
after temptation in front of her, just to see how much it would take 
to break her resolve. They left with a prescription and wandered 
across to the Pharmacy on the other side of the square. Five minutes 
later they were back in the car, heading slowly home.

"I wonder where I got it from?"

"Don't know." said Lauren, concentrating on the road.

"It felt funny when he touched me. But he was very gentle. How long do 
I have to take the medicine?"

"Until it's all gone, I think. You have to have it once a day. About a 
week."

"It's a bit like suntan cream!"

"Except that this has to go inside" Lauren sensed that this was slowly 
sinking in and so decided to get it over with quickly. "Because you're 
getting too hot, the doctor says we need to keep the area as cool as 
possible." She paused again and drew in a breath as she pulled of the 
road onto the long driveway. "We'll have to cut off the little hairs 
down there to keep you as cool as possible"

Silence. "Is that why you bought the razors and cream?"

"Mmm" said Lauren.

"But I don't know how to do it, I'll cut myself!"

"Oh Emma, don't be silly, I'll help you!" said Lauren as she crunched 
along the gravel driveway.

"Oh thanks" beamed Emma in wondrous amazement. "I'm sorry for all the 
trouble!" she said, resting her head on Lauren's shoulder as the car 
pulled up.

"Hey! That's what us girls are for, right? It'll be a pleasure!" she 
said, jumping down from the drivers seat.

Lauren sorted through the mail while making tea. One letter from her 
mother and the remainder for Gustav and Elizabeth. She set the bills 
aside, ready for their return. After tea, Emma and Lauren made their 
excuses and slipped into Lauren's bedroom. They had decided that it 
was probably best to take the medicine just before bed so that it 
would do it's work through the night. Lauren ushered her into the 
little lounge and showed her into the bathroom.

"Wash yourself all over, especially between your legs. When you're 
ready, come out and sit on the sofa."

Lauren fussed around, more nervous than the take off from Zurich. She 
heard the toilet flush and then the sound of the bath filling. 
Splashing then followed while Lauren sat on the edge of the sofa, 
watching a TV documentary report about the electricity workers and 
their stoppages. The report showed footage of queues outside bakeries 
and supermarkets, but the map focused on the north of the country, the 
arable area that was separated from the south by a range of mountains. 
If anyone had tested Lauren ten seconds later on her retention, she 
would have failed miserably. Emma emerged from the bathroom, her 
knickers in her hand and a towel from her shoulders to her thighs.

Lauren stood to make way for her and watched as she sat down 
cautiously on the sofa. She arranged the ointment and shaving cream 
together, and opened the pack of five razors before sitting right in 
front of the little girl. A quick glance between the little girl's

legs revealed the feint outline of her pussy.

"Lori, can't we do this some other way?"

"Well, sure, but I don't know how"

Emma shrugged, looking glum as her gaze alternated between the razors, 
cream and Lauren's eyes. Lauren decided that there really wasn't 
another way that was safe, and jointly cursed fate and the doctor for 
putting them both in this situation.

"Tell you what, let's get you to sit on another towel, then it can 
catch the bits of cream" she suggested, bringing another from the 
bathroom and helping Emma to raise her bottom. She slipped it 
underneath. They smiled thinly at each other, both realising the 
forced intimacy of the moment. Lauren shook the can and handed it to 
her.

"Here you go. It'll be cold so rub it over gently!" she said smiling. 
Emma pushed the button on top and giggled as a stream of thick white 
cream squirted out from the nozzle. She pulled the towel up over her 
thighs and awkwardly smeared the foam over her pubic hair, careful not 
to allow Lauren to see between her legs. She flinched lightly as it 
made contact with her.

"Emma, I know this is a bit of a strange thing to do, but I look just 
the same as you do down there." she said, touching her leg 
reassuringly.

"I know, it's just embarrassing, that's all."

"Course it is, I know. Here, let me do the rest. We'll leave the towel 
around your top, but you'll have to move your legs a bit. Try lying 
back along the sofa for a while."

Lauren took hold of her left leg and draped it over the edge of the 
sofa. She then put her right leg on top of the sofa, exposing her 
creamy pussy completely. She shook the can again and with a serious 
look on her face, sprayed another dollop above her labia, then worked 
it down over her pussy lips and back over the main area of hair, 
chattering all the time about how clever the natural medicine was in 
comparison to modern technology. Whether any of her conversation made 
sense, or whether Emma was even listening, nobody knew. Finally, she 
pulled at Emma's left leg once again, opening her wide before 
spreading the last of the foam below her opening and on the way to her 
anus.

"There! That's all done. Best if you lie back against the arm and just 
stay still. I'll be done in a minute." said Lauren, shifting closer 
between Emma's young legs.

"Is this really necessary? I mean, can't we try the medicine first and 
if it doesn't work then do this shaving stuff afterwards?"

"I don't know, but the doctor seems to know best. Your mum says he's 
really good, so I think we'd better do what he says."

"It's just so...you know"

"I know, but it's just you and me" said Lauren, sensing that her real 
concern was the feeling growing between her legs, evidenced by the 
parting of her labia and the folds of skin that were slowly emerging. 
"Whoops, missed a bit" said Lauren, spreading the slippery goo from 
her inner thighs onto the entrance to her vagina. She dwelled on the 
tight hole, pushing slightly inside with her fingers as she spread the 
white foam. A twinge of pleasure echoed in her own pussy. Adjusting 
the towels once again, she knelt and took hold of the first razor. 
Smiling broadly at the potential humour of the situation, she gingerly 
ran the razor over the top of her pubic bush, a couple of inches below 
her navel.

"No blood yet!" said Lauren, taking a last look at the cream and the 
way it covered her tiny pussy. She could feel the intensity of her 
feelings growing inside all the time and shifted as she knelt, 
squeezing her legs together. She used her free hand to spread the 
cream round a little more, bring some of it down to the bottom of her 
young opening. Emma smiled, the anxiety on her face clearly showing as 
she watched each stroke getting closer to her pussy.

"Lean back, there's not much to see sweety"

Lauren worked quickly, attempting to get the ordeal over with as soon 
as possible. As she neared the little pussy lips she realised that 
Emma had become very aroused by the events and her inner lips showed 
clearly.

"Now, spread nice and wide. Great, that's it!"

Lauren took hold of one of her labia and pulled it across, giving her 
maximum access to the few tiny hairs along her parted lips. She 
repeated the stroke on the other side, pulling it across and allowing 
the razor to glide over the baby-like skin. There was really very 
little to remove, and Lauren felt around to make sure that she had 
done a good job. As her focus expanded from concentration on her young 
sex out to appreciate the whole picture of the youngster's shaved 
nakedness, her head swam, delight bubbling inside her as she realised 
that the girl was absolutely stunning, one hundred percent naive and 
totally trusting. Emboldened, her fingers found their way between her 
pink lips and felt along their length. Lauren admired the tiny 
opening, the way the warm, delicate internal folds of skin glistened 
and the sensuous feels of her flesh against her finger tips. She felt 
dizzy with the sight and steadied herself on the edge of the sofa 
before standing.

"Got to rinse off. Wait there!" she gasped as the blood rushed to her 
head.

She fell into the bathroom and leaned against the wall behind the half 
closed door, gasping for breath. It was mercifully cool in there, 
unlike the suddenly overbearing temperature of the lounge. She tweaked 
her nipples, feeling their rock hard complaints before splashing cold 
water over her face. Drying herself, she forced strong, deep breaths 
through the towel before returning with a warm flannel. Gently, she 
cleaned the little girl, mopping up the remainder of the cream. She 
leaned back slightly to examine her work, her hands shaking slightly 
as she spread Emma's legs again. She had missed a little and spread a 
quick blob of cream just above the hood of her clitoris, shaved again 
and mopped up. Pleased with the result, she placed the lid back on the 
shaving cream and smiled.

Lauren looked up and ensured that Emma was still reclined against the 
arm of the sofa, eyes closed. Assured she was not being watched, she 
looked between the teenagers tanned legs and the utter delicacy of her 
pussy. Her labia had indeed parted, blossoming to allow her tiny pink 
inner lips, crinkled layers of shiny skin, to come through and 
announce the soft opening of her vagina. The inverted v-shape of skin 
that normally covered her clitoris had moved as though bursting with 
pride, revealing the palest pink bud, peering out innocently.

Emma was obviously hot and Lauren thought that this was probably the 
sexiest thing that had ever happened in her sweet, young life. 
Possibly even sexier than holding her brother's cock. She wondered if 
it had been erect at the time and decided that Emma would no doubt 
tell her when she wanted to make a point. Still with her eyes closed, 
Emma ran her hand over her pussy and felt the smoothness. Lauren 
thought she was going to scream with pleasure. The whole scene was 
like being at a private sex film.

"Oh. Just like last year, when I had no hair. Wow, it's so smooth."

"Now we have to make sure the cream does its work!"

Emma had her hand over her pussy, and Lauren caught the slight 
movement of her fingers as she traced from below her vagina up between 
her moist little lips and round the side of her clitoris. She saw Emma 
rubbing her fingers together, examining the lubrication that was 
clearly not shaving cream.

"I'm a bit, er, you know!"

"That's only natural. Don't worry." Lauren knew that she was also wet, 
drenched even. And the medicine was going to require all her willpower 
and concentration if she was to retain Emma's trust in her. Lauren 
unscrewed the lid of the bottle and looked at the contents inside. It 
was almost colourless, certainly odourless, and she tapped the bottle 
of ointment against Emma's arm to get her attention.. Lauren reached 
down for a pair of the latex gloves and pulled them onto her hands. 
She decided that rather than use a pair each time she could probably 
use one hand for her bottom and the other for her pussy.

"Now, you'll have to turn round a bit this time, so that your bottom 
is only just still on the sofa, then bring your feet up onto the sofa 
so

that I can get this stuff in easily."

Emma made a face, pretending to be in pain as she maneuvered into 
position. Another surge of excitement hit Lauren in the stomach, 
traveling down between her legs quicker than she could even think. She 
squatted on the floor and looked at Emma, balancing obscenely above 
her with her pussy and anus only inches from her face. Both openings 
were spotlessly clean, tiny, pink and perfect. Lauren realised that in 
the present position Emma could not see very much except her head, so 
Lauren kept talking about what she was going to do and pretended to 
examine the ointment instructions.

Although she was reading, her brain didn't register the words. 
Instead, her left hand found her bikini, and pulling the material away 
from her body, she pushed on further, introducing a gloved finger 
between her drenched pussy lips. She pushed inside herself as far as 
she could without bending over too obviously, looking at Emma's 
flowering pussy and felt a sense of gratification that lasted all too 
shortly. Deciding that she could do it again while she applied the 
ointment, she removed her finger, wiped her nose with the hand and 
savoured the familiar aroma.

Lauren pushed her finger into the jar and scooped out a blob of the 
ointment.

"This might feel cold, of course. But that's what it's for, right?" she 
said, smiling at Emma through her parted legs. "I'll do your bottom 
first, then your pussy. Ready?"

"Sure. Slowly?" said Emma, her face already screwed up in expectation.

Lauren smeared the jel around the opening, building up a little store 
between her anus and vagina, then pushed her middle finger firmly 
against the opening. She hardly entered and Lauren realised that this 
wasn't going to be the relatively easy job that she had imagined. She 
tried her index finger and that had more success, so she moved the 
remaining jel around and pushed again, gaining access by about an inch 
and a half. She pulled her finger out and repeated the process. Emma 
gripped her legs tightly and Lauren could see the white knuckles of 
each hand against the beautiful tan of her legs. It was then that she 
realised that Emma really was tanned all over.

"Gosh, I see what the doctor meant. You really do have an all over 
tan! It's lovely. I'm going to get rid of my white spots starting 
tomorrow" said Lauren, removing her finger as Emma squirmed.

"You could take your top off you know" said Emma as though in a dream.

"I think I'll wait until tomorrow"

"Yeah, I meant tomorrow!"

"Oh. Right. Couple more then we'll do the other bit!" Lauren pushed 
again and withdrew. She heard again a slight groan as her finger came 
out of the tight hole. She had heard it on the last stroke but thought 
nothing of it. Now it was clear that Emma had forgotten about the 
discomfort and her pose and was registering and responding to the 
feelings building inside her. "OK, now your pussy." She built up 
another little supply above her clitoris and once again marveled at 
the sheer smoothness of her pubic mound. Parting her pussy lips even 
more than they had done on their own, she introduced her index finger 
to the opening to her virgin tunnel. She pushed very slowly and was 
mildly surprised to see her anus pouting as the finger went deeper 
into her vagina.

The walls were so tight that Lauren wondered how far she should really 
go. And then she encountered her virginity. She looked up and saw that 
Emma was smiling slightly with her eyes tightly closed. The walls 
pulsed and Emma's stomach muscles rippled. She withdrew her finger and 
pushed in another generous helping of the jel, going in the same 
distance and stopping, turning her finger as though coating the walls 
inside with the medicine.

"I've got that feeling again! Lori, it's not stopping!"

"Don't worry, almost finished!" Lauren pushed a last blob to the 
entrance of her vagina and used her middle finger this time to 
introduce the jel.

"Lori, please. Stop, I'm scared! It's strange!" she said, opening her 
eyes and staring in fascination at Lauren. Her hands pulled back on 
her legs harder still, her mouth opening silently as her face screwed 
up once again. Lauren felt the vaginal muscles rippling along her 
finger and pushed just a little more before twisting and turning.

"Just want to make sure that it gets spread around properly. You know 
what the doctor said." mumbled Lauren, trying to maintain the inane 
conversation. But Emma wasn't listening and probably couldn't even 
hear. Her stomach muscles tensed and Lauren felt the ripples 
strengthen.

"Oh... Lor...No!" she whispered.

Clearly Emma was trying to control her orgasm, trying to stay as quiet 
as possible, but her internal muscles shouted in celebration and 
pleasure as her anus pulsed along with them, pushing out some of the 
jel that had been introduced only moments before. Lauren pretended not 
to notice, but was delighted with the feeling as the young virgin came 
with her assistance.

"There, I think we're done. I'll just get these gloves off then I'll 
clean you up." Lauren watched her, and as an afterthought, took her 
hand in her own and guided her down to her pussy.

"Here, try and keep your finger over your pussy, just to keep the gel 
in there" she said, guiding her middle finger to her vagina. Lauren 
watched as Emma slowly inserted her finger, oblivious to her audience.

Lauren stood and went back into the bathroom. She pushed the door 
to, giving Emma a little privacy, and brought the gloves up to her 
nose, smearing the scent over her face. The only smell was that of her 
- the thirteen year old blonde beauty who had just orgasmed, possibly 
for only the second time in her life. The scent was heavenly and 
Lauren dropped the gloves, then pushed both her hands down into her 
bikini and almost fell onto the toilet. She brought her legs up 
against her chest, wobbled a little, then introduced two fingers into 
her vagina. She knew that she would have to wait until the evening to 
do proper justice to her pent up desires, and so settled for holding 
herself for a couple of minutes before wetting the flannel and 
returning to the little lounge. 

"Hey, don't fall asleep!" Emma had stretched out on the sofa. "Let's 
just clean you up, hold still." Lauren opened her legs slightly and 
introduced the warm flannel, mopping up the excess jel. Emma took hold 
of the flannel, finished the job then held it against her pussy. She 
opened her eyes and smiled. Lauren knew that smile. It said thank you 
for what happened. And thank you for pretending that you don't know 
that it happened. Lauren picked up the jar of ointment and put it in 
her bathroom cabinet, along with the used gloves that she would find a 
use for one lonely night. 

 Chapter 12

The following day, Lauren got up early. There was no particular reason 
why she had to do so, but it seemed that the day was going to be 
wonderful, and she wanted to let everyone know that she was happy to be 
alive. The girls shopped in the morning, driving into Boquette to be 
ready for when the supermarket opened at ten thirty. Elizabeth had 
called the previous night and told her about the situation in the 
north. The news stories on the television had made things seem worse 
than they were, but Elizabeth was certainly concerned enough to 
activate what she called 'their contingency plan.'

They had chatted about the paintwork on the house, and whether there 
was a letter from a local decorator waiting with an estimate. Lauren 
told Elizabeth about the visit to the doctors, and breathed a sigh of 
relief when Elizabeth failed to ask any questions regarding the 
treatment. Only later did she wonder why she had changed the subject. 
She knew full well that her own mother would have wanted to know every 
last detail.

Lauren mentioned Quintero, or the lack thereof, plus two visits from a 
local gardener who was looking for work. Elizabeth suggested that they 
have him tidy the bushes around the pool to see how well he worked.

Lauren found the credit card where Elizabeth had said it would be, 
along with a list of phone numbers that she put in her purse. At the 
supermarket, the girls took a trolley each and loaded up with cans and 
other non-perishable food that could be kept for months on end. The 
shop itself was poorly lit, badly stocked and seemed to have no order 
at all. Toilet cleaner was next to the dried goods, just after bananas 
and coffee. The woman at the checkout knew exactly what was happening, 
and tut-tutted all the time in indignation as people queued behind with 
their own meager supplies. As they left, her voice rose and her 
language grew angrier as she explained to those waiting her feelings 
for those sort of people. Lauren didn't understand a word, but 
understood everything from the body language. She felt sorry for the 
woman, but felt sure that she too would be doing the same later on, it 
was just that Lauren and Emma had got there earlier than anyone else.

They made a tour of the area, taking the best part of the morning, 
loading the big four wheel drive car to the limit. A number of people 
noticed their load and shook their heads in dismay. Finally, they 
turned into the driveway and spent almost an hour unloading and packing 
the food into the house. The spare bedroom looked like a warehouse. But 
they both felt it was justified as they settled down with their lunch 
in the lounge to watch the local news.

Further reports of beatings in the north were accompanied by actual 
film of government soldiers hitting people repeatedly with huge batons, 
clearly unaware that they were on camera. As they turned and realised 
their mistake, the camera shook violently as the cameraman obviously 
made a hasty retreat.

The government had also decided to maintain the present tax rate which 
was heavily biased in favour of those in the top earnings bracket, 
although the Nationalists had responded by laying out the total income 
of the government, and questioning where it had been spent. They had 
managed to show an allocation of about twenty- three percent of all 
taxes, the rest just seemed to disappear. Slightly to the south of the 
beatings, farm workers were striking, refusing to work on the orange 
and coffee crops until they were paid their claim for back wages.

Lauren needed a siesta after her early morning work and the heavy 
lunch. She snoozed until just after three o'clock then changed into her 
bikini and headed for the pool. Jamie was nowhere to be seen, but Emma 
had already staked her claim to one of the reclining chairs and was 
reading, lying on her stomach, topless. Lauren decided that it was time 
that she stopped being quite such a European prude, and also laid on 
her stomach. She reached round and undid the bra strap, feeling the 
tension lift even though the material remained underneath her. She 
looked away from Emma and closed her eyes, thinking about the 
television news and the election only five days away. Regardless of the 
outcome, Elizabeth said that the losers were going to blame the others 
for cheating and intimidation, and that preparations were being readied 
on both sides for the showdown that would surely come.

She turned over and laid on her back. Conscious that she was topless, 
she thought briefly about dressing properly once again. She glanced 
across to Emma and noted that she was still on her stomach. She rubbed 
her nipples quickly against the palm of her hand and sank back against 
the seat, her eyes screwed up against the brilliance of the sun. Her 
hand disappeared beneath the recliner and sought the suntan lotion. She 
applied a little to her breasts and stomach, taking care to cover her 
shoulders with the thick white cream. Satisfied, she relaxed again, 
feeling the warmth pervading through her body.

The TV news had also mentioned shortages of sugar, which seemed 
inconceivable to Lauren, when there were so many sugar plantations 
around the country. She supposed that it was more likely a result of 
the strike by drivers, packers and distribution workers that had caused 
a shortage of such a basic commodity. But she didn't care. They had 
bought almost sixty kilos that morning, so there wasn't a problem in 
their house. Strange to have to buy all that, she thought, when only 
Jamie takes sugar.

"Hey, at last! Now you'll get really tanned!" said Emma, glancing over 
at her then back to her book.

Lauren smiled, wondering why she had made so much fuss about taking her 
top off in the seclusion of the garden. She picked up the suntan oil 
and spread some more over her breasts, carefully massaging it around 
her nipples. The excess was spread over her stomach, and she rubbed off 
the remainder on her thighs. She peeked under the bikini bottom, 
pleased to see that there was a very definite difference between her 
tanned stomach and the whiteness below. She closed her eyes, 
remembering that she should limit herself to about ten minutes.

"Any news from your friend, Nikki?" asked Emma. She had turned away 
from Lauren and had to repeat herself.

"No, I might call her later today, or maybe early tomorrow morning."

"Couldn't she borrow some money to get over here?"

"Not really. She doesn't have a job and her father wouldn't lend her 
the money just to come and see me." said Lauren, realising that was 
pretty close to the truth. She would dearly like to see her so that 
they could go exploring together, and there was so much room at the 
house.

"I know you miss her. I would too. She sounds great!"

"Hmm" said Lauren. Emma was right, she really did miss her. There's no 
substitute for someone of your own age and background to talk with. 
"Hmm, I do."

"I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" asked Emma still not looking at 
her.

"No, I'm fine, thanks" Lauren watched as Emma stood and padded slowly 
across the hot stone patio. Her youth was apparent in the outline of 
her form and the poorly delineated shape of her bottom and legs. Lauren 
knew that within a few years she would fill out, her hips growing over 
the months ahead. Emma disappeared into the house, the closing of the 
door bringing Lauren out of her reverie.

The patio area was warm, secluded and peaceful beyond measure. A 
wonderful place to doze, or read, or simply do nothing. She wondered 
what Nikki was doing. Talking to someone, she thought. Maybe partying 
in town, or going out with a new boyfriend. At least she could speak 
her language and was free to do whatever she wanted. Lauren realised 
that she had just as much freedom, and had been lucky to join a family 
where the children didn't need constant entertainment, or changing and 
feeding.

Twenty-five minutes later Emma returned and only then did Lauren 
realise that she had been away a long time. She heard the sound of ice 
clinking in her glass. "Oh Lauren, you're beautiful!" she said in 
amazement. "God, I hope my boobs grow to look like yours, they're so 
beautiful!"

Lauren was flattered beyond measure, but had no clue whatsoever about 
how to respond. Finally, after looking down as though she had never 
really seen them before, she smiled back. "Thanks, you'll have a 
beautiful figure as well, believe me." She waited a little, then looked 
again at Emma. "Is everything OK?"

"Sure, why?"

"Oh, you seemed to take so long getting your drink, that's all. Just 
wondered if your rash had been hurting you again?"

"No, I'm fine. I just made some phone calls, to friends. I want to see 
one of them soon, if you can drive me there. It's only just down the 
road."

"Course"

Emma sat down, but didn't lean back. She stared at Lauren, obviously 
with something on her mind. "Lauren?"

"Mmm?" She recognized the tone of her voice and the impending 
bombshell. She wondered if she had been like this at thirteen. Then she 
realised that she and Nikki had met at that age and had discussed 
everything about anything. And she had met Jim. Six years ago. Her 
first and only boyfriend.

"Lauren, are you listening?"

"Sure sweety, what's up?"

"Lauren, I was thinking last night. I want to, you know, do it."

"Do what?"

"It. Sex. I want to do it. Like the others at school. Like I said. But 
I want to do it with Jamie"

"Emma, don't be crazy. I told you before. The right person will come 
along and you'll be so pleased you waited. And anyway, it's illegal. 
He's your brother. In fact it's doubly illegal, you're under- age"

"Lauren. I want to. Then I'll know what it's like and I won't have to 
smile at the others and pretend I know what they mean!" Her lower lip 
trembled slightly as she gazed at the dark stone patio.

"No! Absolutely no!" Lauren shouted. "Your parents would throw you out, 
I bet. And I'd get sent home. Walking."

"Jamie doesn't mind."

"I've talked to him." replied Lauren.

"I know. But he doesn't mind."

Lauren terminated the conversation at that point. Furious that her 
control was slipping once again, she returned indoors and sat on her 
bed. She was convinced that the girl needed something to do, a 
distraction. She cursed herself for being unable to remember what she 
did to amuse herself at age thirteen. Andelburg was hardly the center 
of the universe as far as amusement was concerned but she certainly 
occupied herself as far as she could remember. Visions slowly drifted 
back of summer holidays, endless sunshine, Nikki and her brother in the 
local pool. The memories of their afternoon experimentation made her 
head swim as episodes flooded back. She shook her head, almost 
convincing herself that their curiosity had been different, acceptable.

She also debated in her mind what she would do if she did catch them 
together making love. As though she had just discovered a miracle cure, 
she bounded off the bed and flung open her cupboard. Unzipping the bag, 
she rummaged through until she found what she wanted; twelve condoms 
that Nikki had convinced her to pack. She breathed a sigh of relief. 
Well, at least I may stop her getting pregnant, but she couldn't be 
with her and patrol the house twenty- four hours a day. And then she 
realised that she had walked through the house with only her bikini 
bottom on. Her breasts swung very slightly, still pale, still her pride 
and joy. She recalled Emma's comments and smiled at her innocent 
compliment.

She strode out onto the patio again, still angry until she looked down 
at the little girl, her blossoming breasts, small dark nipples and tiny 
white bikini briefs, a picture fit for any man's magazine.

"Let's finish the shopping. We need some more batteries and other bits 
from the hardware store."

The store was twenty minutes away, the other side of Boquette. They 
drove in silence, each girl glancing alternately at the other. They 
both wore T-shirts and skirts but no shoes, walking gingerly across the 
gravel in front of the hardware shop. Its distressed wooden exterior, 
peeling paint and cracked windows offered a sense of ironic 
abandonment. A little bell rang above them as they pushed against the 
heavy door and an old man, probably the owner, emerged from behind the 
stacked sheets of wood.

"Afternoon!" said Lauren. He stared at her, not recognising the 
language. They made their way to the back and Lauren searched through 
the batteries. Emma nudged her, but she concentrated on the batteries, 
almost sure that double A size were the same as penlight. Emma nudged 
her again. She looked up and followed her gaze. There was a man, maybe 
slightly older than Lauren, looking through the cans of paint. He wore 
shorts and a T-Shirt which was filthy. Emma smiled, her teeth dazzling. 
Lauren moved slowly round so that if the young man turned he would see 
her legs. And her cute bottom. And her breasts in profile. Emma giggled 
and he looked up. She laughed and Lauren frowned, pretending to be 
annoyed at such a childish display. Her heart thumped as he walked 
their way.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"No, we're just looking for batteries. But we've found what we needed, 
thanks." said Lauren, looking down at his feet.

"No we haven't. You don't know which ones you need. It could be these 
or the ones that say size double A." said Emma in one breath.

"These will do. Anything else?"

Lauren's eyes had just taken in the details of his knees and shorts and 
managed to skip to his eyes before he became suspicious.

"No, that's very kind of you. Thanks." She looked at his tanned face. 
It was strong, almost noble, and dirty. He looked like he had a pound 
of sawdust in his hair and there were great rings of white round his 
eyes.

"Just been spray-painting my grandma's shed." he said, answering her 
unspoken question. "Too hot now to do much more. I'm Felix. I'd shake 
you hand but you'd get really dirty."

"I'm Lauren, and this is Emma. We live just out......"

"I know where you live. My father knows Emma's parents. Not sure how 
but they've mentioned them before"

"Gosh. Well, have lunch with us one day. It's very quiet at the moment. 
Tomorrow!" said Emma.

"Emma, give him a chance!"

"That's fine. I'd really like that." He looked at them both carefully, 
his gaze resting on Lauren. "I'll call you and confirm tomorrow 
morning, OK?"

He returned to the paint display. Lauren and Emma went back to the car, 
forgetting to buy anything at all. The giggled and chatted like 
conspirators on the way home, even sharing the news with Jamie who was 
skulking around the fridge as they entered the house.

"Yeah, I know Felix. I met him in town once with Dad. Had a local 
girlfriend, but he's not from round here. I mean he wasn't born in San 
Falino, although he's been here for a while. Longer than us."


Chapter 13

Lauren let all the information sink in and floated to her room. She 
couldn't remember what he looked like, except that he needed a wash. 
She wondered what she would wear for tomorrow's lunch. Searching 
through her cupboards made her miserable - she had either T-shirts and 
her bikini, or jeans and sweaters. Nothing much in between. She thought 
for a moment and decided that she might drag Emma down to the clothes 
shop again and buy a couple of things. She glanced across the corridor 
into Emma's room but she wasn't in there. As she made her way past the 
lounge she stopped, frozen to the spot.

Emma was kneeling on the sofa with her back to Lauren. Naked from the 
waist down. Jamie was sitting underneath her with his semi-stiff cock 
in his hand poking out from his trunks. Emma slowly sank down as Jamie 
positioned himself to enter her.

"No! I forbid it!" Lauren had no idea she could shout so loudly. Emma 
jumped, turning in fright as Jamie looked round her body, still holding 
his cock. Lauren raced over to them and took hold of Emma's arms. "Get 
off him! This instant!" shouted Lauren again, anger turning her face 
red. But Emma held on.

"No, I want to!" she sneered, that same look on her face as the first 
day. "If I don't do it now I'll do it some other time!" she said 
defiantly." Emma turned back to her brother, noted his agreement and 
turned again. "Just help me, and then I'll forget about it." she 
pleaded, tears in her eyes.

"Emma, this is bad. It's wrong." shouted Lauren, noting Jamie's cock 
stiffening as she tried to pull Emma off her brother.

"Oh come on, just help!" said Jamie, as though it was a daily chore. 
"Make sure she doesn't hurt herself and that'll be it" said Jamie, 
gripping his sister's waist, holding her in place above his groin.

"Look, you two, while your parents are away, you'll damn well do what I 
say." Her voice echoed around the room. She knew she had turned red as 
she bent down to retrieve their discarded clothes. "Emma, put your 
knickers on now! And you, put your fat cock back in your trousers! This 
instant!" she bellowed.

Jamie Took hold of his cock, and stroked it. Lauren stood mesmerised 
while Emma gripped his thighs, still poised above him. "Either we do it 
now, with your help, or some other time" said Jamie shrugging his 
shoulders.

Lauren looked at them both, the pained expression in Emma's eyes and 
the casual look on Jamie's face. She exhaled slowly, shaking visibly 
from anger. The boys cock was rock hard, bulging up from between his 
legs. Not particularly big but certainly enough for his young sister. 
Lauren thought of Jim. She closed her eyes and realised that she was 
defeated. Beaten by the children's determination, beaten by her lack of 
control and totally overcome by the thought of seeing his cock inside 
her beautiful body, although she tried desperately to push that last 
feeling out of her head. She slumped onto the sofa, turning to face 
them both. In her anger she was unaware of her summer skirt riding up 
her thighs and the view Jamie had of her skimpy knickers.

She looked over his thigh; the boy's cock bobbing rudely out from the 
top of his swimming trunks while he held his balls. His sister kneeling 
above him, hand on his shoulder for support, little white skirt 
discarded by his side and her knickers nowhere to be seen. Her hairless 
pussy showed obvious signs of arousal, the labia parted gloriously to 
reveal the young, pink folds of her inner lips and the entrance to her 
unwanted virginity. Her thighs were firm, tendons delineating their 
form up to the smooth, prominent pubic mound and the softness of her 
pubescent sex. Recent memories of the ointment slid back into her mind, 
the smell of the gloves, the tightness of her Emma's vagina and the 
orgasm that had exploded within her own body as she sought sanctuary 
inside her bathroom afterwards.

"Emma, you're only thirteen for God's sake! There's no reason to have 
sex with anyone at your age!" Lauren looked down again between her 
smooth legs, then at his cock, mentally measuring the distance between 
them, how she would just lean further over him and sink down on his 
shaft. Lauren shifted on the sofa.

"Now, or later?" asked Jamie defiantly. His rudeness shocked her not 
for the words but for the inference that she was merely a part of the 
household, not their guardian.

"Wait, don't do anything 'till I return" she said, storming out of the 
room towards her own bedroom. She grabbed her flannel and pulled out 
the pack of condoms. Walking back slowly into the lounge, she pulled 
one out and crossly pushed Emma over so that she sat on the sofa. 
Lauren knelt down in front of them both, noting that Jamie's cock lay 
quietly on his thigh.

"Look! You have to use this. It's a condom." Maybe, she thought, that 
by boring them with a sex lesson they'll not actually go through with 
it. That thought lasted less than two seconds as his pole twitched back 
into life.

"I know that!" said Jamie

"Emma, did you?" The little girl shook her head as she stared at the 
packet.

"Right, this is where your lesson begins then," her voice still loud 
enough to teach the locals as well. "It's lubricated so that his cock 
will enter more easily. It'll also protect you both against any germs 
and pregnancy. Plus you both need to know how to use them anyway." She 
handed the foil wrapper to Jamie and he tore it, taking out the condom 
and turning it over as he studied it. He gave it to Emma who did the 
same.

"Unwrap it and pull it down over your cock when you're stiff. It only 
goes one way so if you get it wrong then turn it over." said Lauren, 
watching the expressions on their faces. Emma was obviously fascinated 
by the condom.

"I thought it needs to be straight and really hard?" said Emma.

"Right. So let's try another day when it might work!" said Lauren, 
scarcely concealing her optimism as she reached out to take back the 
condom.

"Hold it here, and move your hand up and down!" said Jamie, taking 
Emma's hand and showing her how to put her hand around his shaft. Emma 
looked down and did as she was told. He became erect quickly, letting 
her continue as he leaned back against the sofa and felt her warm hand 
rubbing him slowly, just as he had asked. Lauren looked on with an air 
of resignation and detachment, as though this was their show and she 
was only part of the audience. She sat on the floor by his knees with 
her hand resting on his leg and watched. Emma changed hands and spread 
her legs a little, the outline of her pussy lips showing between her 
tanned legs, and the delicate inner lips just peeking through. Lauren 
glanced at her crinkled little anus, so pink, so clean.

"It feels so soft and smooth. Look at the way the skin moves and the 
inside stays still. That's clever!" said Emma, delighted with the 
afternoon's lesson. She experimented a little, with long strokes and 
quick short ones, watching her brother's face to see which affected him 
the most. Lauren dreamed. The thought of watching the beautiful girl 
lose her virginity to her brother made her warm. She curled her legs 
underneath her and pushed her right hand between her thighs, out of 
sight of the two performers. She continued to frown disapprovingly, 
moving nearer as she knelt and leaned on the sofa which afforded a 
clear view of Emma's swollen pussy and her brother's cock between her 
hands.

"Try moving the top little bit of the skin very slightly." suggested 
Lauren. "Be gentle, up and down, gently. That's it." Lauren smiled as 
she watched the girl's first experiment, remembering the caution and 
excitement of her own first touches and the slippery feel to the shaft. 
"Now run your finger around the bulb at the top." said Lauren, pushing 
his legs apart and getting closer. She was determined that she wouldn't 
touch either of them, but would advise them, as Jamie had suggested, to 
minimise the pain if they were really determined to go ahead. Plus of 
course she had thought of the condoms. That was the sort of idea which 
one would expect from any sensible au pair.

"That should be enough" said Lauren. "Now Emma, unroll the condom over 
his cock all the way. Try and make sure there's no air in the little 
bubble at the end. That catches all the cum."

"The what?"

"When he comes, all the liquid gets caught there. You'll see." Emma 
flipped the condom over and unrolled it with both hands over his stiff 
cock. His cock jerked with her movements, swelling even more as her 
tiny fingers worked their way to the base, the veins bulging along the 
length and against the fine membrane of protection. Lauren thought that 
he wasn't as big as Jim but probably the same size as her brother. 
Instantly, a sense of deja vu hit her and thumped around in her head, 
shouting at her, reminding her that this was exactly what she had done 
all those years ago. Even though she liked to think that Jim had been 
her first love, he had not been her first lover. This had been her, six 
years ago. One summer afternoon after they had watched a film with 
Nikki - it had seemed so right and wonderful then. She was convinced 
that she had done it because she loved him, a conviction that faded as 
she remembered Jim and their first weeks and months together. That had 
been love. Head over heels love of the first order. Debate raged in her 
head as to the state of her morals, the vote never taken. Emma moved to 
swing over her brother.

"Wait a little. Emma, are you ready. Are you wet down there?"

Emma felt herself. "I think so." she replied, showing Lauren her 
glistening fingers.

Lauren looked at his cock and saw the lubrication on the sheath. "OK, 
now lower yourself slowly. You go as slow as you want. That's it. Down 
a little. Now can you feel it poking against your pussy lips?"

"Mmm." she replied, holding the back of the sofa behind Jamie.

"Does it feel in the right place?"

"No, not really!" Emma squirmed a little to try and position herself 
better.

"Wait, let me help!" said Lauren, looking up at her pussy from between 
Jamie's legs. She took hold of his cock in her left hand and felt along 
the sweet little lips of her pussy with the other. The foreskin of his 
cock had been pulled right down, trapped by the thin membrane of the 
condom. Emma shuddered as Lauren explored, her breathing ragged as her 
legs shook and her mind soaked up the touch of the older girl. Emma 
looked down between her legs, and was rewarded with the sight of Lauren 
spreading her delicate little lips with her fingers as she pushed the 
tip of his cock towards her opening.

"OK, down again, really slowly"

Emma gasped out loud as he penetrated the tiny folds of her sex. "Oh, 
that's beautiful. Oh God, thank you, thank you" said Emma as she 
allowed the first inch inside her. Jamie moaned to himself as he held 
her waist and watched himself disappearing inside his beautiful sister. 
Lauren was almost sure that he wasn't really attracted to her sexually, 
especially as he had had to be assisted to become erect. She was sure 
he wasn't gay, but found it strange. Jim would have come just posting a 
letter to this little beauty. Another inch disappeared. He said he even 
had erections as he dialed her phone number. Lauren's heart fluttered. 
She realised that with every additional inch that disappeared, so too 
did her authority in the house.

"OK, take your time." She let go of his cock and the pink lips of his 
target, sitting back down on her heels as she looked up at their 
performance. His glistening cock stood straight, hard and purple as 
Emma slowly lowered herself onto her brother. Lauren saw her pussy lips 
curling around his cock, holding on for dear life as the tiny tunnel 
welcomed it's first important visitor. Emma drew in a deep breath as 
her pussy pulsed and her anus pouted in celebration and awe at the new 
feelings.

"Has he come to a stop?"

"Mmm, I think so" said Emma.

"That's your hymen. I'm sure you know the rest."

"Lauren, I want to do it. Really. Please sit next to us and watch. 
Please?"

Lauren crawled onto the sofa and sat next to Jamie. She could see her 
pussy lips, wildly inflated, aroused with the folds of skin blooming 
out. They moved slightly as she took him deeper. Her clitoris was 
exposed, the most perfect pink bud glimmering in the afternoon light, 
waiting to be sucked and licked by the luckiest boy in the world.

"Try going up and then down again. It'll help" said Lauren, leaning 
down to pick up the flannel. Emma obeyed her orders, rising up a couple 
of inches and then dropping down again. After several attempts, she 
squealed loudly, a look of shock and surprise on her face. The 
beginnings of a smile faded slowly until pain showed in her grimace. 
Her nails dug into the sofa as her head bowed and her movement stopped.

"Oh, God, Lori, it hurts so much! It stings!" she whispered, tears 
forming. She shook slightly, gripping his ribs tightly with her legs as 
she sat across him. "I'm on fire! Is it too big?" she asked, slumping 
against her brother as she moved very slowly, desperately trying to 
find a less painful position without losing him from inside. Tears 
streaked down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Lauren slid to the 
floor and massaged her lower back in a vain attempt to lessen her 
suffering. Emma's T-Shirt covered their union, although Lauren could 
see from the floor her little buttocks and the dark shadow of his cock, 
the latex ring of the condom just above his balls.

Motionless once again, Emma cried loudly. Jamie held her, patting her 
back to console her, his actions reflecting his embarrassment and 
inability to say or do anything to lessen her obvious pain. The sobbing 
slowly subsided until Emma leaned back up, wiping her nose and eyes 
with the back of her hand as she again gingerly moved her bottom, 
measuring the pain that accompanied her transition to womanhood. She 
nodded to nobody in particular, moving up a couple of inches as she 
looked down beneath her T- Shirt, sniffing and wiping in a childlike 
manner.

Then she laughed and put her arms around her brother's neck. Lauren 
joined them both once again on the sofa.

"Thank you. Oh, I'm so happy!" She leaned across to Lauren and kissed 
her full on the lips. Lauren caught her waist and kissed her quickly, 
lightly, catching the little girl's upper lip between her own. She felt 
like a child again, her heart thudding against her chest as the 
intoxication of their embrace flooded her body. The kiss! Light, warm, 
lips so smooth and small. Parted lips that invited. Lauren stared at 
the little girl, her young mouth, the brilliant white teeth and the 
warmth of her tongue all ready for exploration. Lauren entered a dream 
state where she dwelt all too often, unaware that Emma lowered herself 
with more confidence once again, finally taking all of him inside her 
hot tunnel. A groan of pleasure from brother and sister brought her 
back to planet earth.

"Come up slowly and let him out for a while." said Lauren. As his cock 
emerged, traces of blood were apparent, mingled with the thickness of 
their lubrication.. She moved Emma high above him and wiped the latex 
sheath. She turned and saw the wonderful sight of her pussy and the 
tell-tale signs of her elevation from childhood. Holding her waist with 
one hand she dabbed around her pussy lips until no more blood spotted 
the flannel. There had been very little to worry about. "OK, that's 
great. Now you should get dressed, both of you."

"But what about the liquid? I haven't seen that!" moaned Emma.

"Lauren, just wait." said Jamie, holding Emma's waist and pulling her 
down again. This time he found the entrance easily. Neither Emma nor 
Lauren offered any resistance as she sank again slowly all the way. 
"Move up and down, slowly, on my cock. Feel it driving inside your 
pussy. Does it feel nice?"

"Oh yes! I've got that nice feeling starting again in my tummy." said 
Emma, closing her eyes as her hair draped over her face. Lauren watched 
in fascination as her pussy accommodated her brother with a strong, 
steady rhythm which even included a slight writhing motion of her hips. 
She was astounded by the rate at which she learned, and by the obvious 
express train of an orgasm that was building inside her.

Lauren watched entranced at the quickening entry and withdrawal of the 
boy's cock into the hairless pussy. The view she had was crystal clear, 
and she marveled at the white sheen that had built up around the base 
of his cock, evident each time Emma rose to the top of her stroke. She 
imagined how it must feel for Emma to be spearing herself so forcefully 
down on him, how the walls of her vagina must be stretched abnormally 
to accommodate the intrusion, and the rippling that she would be 
experiencing as his length traveled deep inside, striking towards her 
womb as it passed the ruined hymen of her childhood.

"Lori. It's on it's way. Oh God, it's so strange........It won't stop! 
Oh Lori, help!" she cried, never missing a stroke, still grinding up 
and down, round and around on his cock. Emma shuddered above him, her 
breathing irregular and laboured as her face showed her anticipation 
and acceptance of what was surely going to happen. She whimpered again, 
looking down at his cock between her legs as she plunged hard against 
his groin before throwing her head back, her hair tossed in a golden 
arch over her shoulders as she held on for dear life.

Suddenly, she flew forward, shuddering as she gripped the sofa tightly, 
her head by his shoulder and her pussy rammed as hard as possible 
against his cock. She whimpered for almost a minute while Jamie held 
her tightly around the waist and Lauren could only look on in wonder. 
Slowly she relaxed and Lauren stroked her hair, then pushed her hand up 
her back underneath her T-Shirt, caressing her and reassuring her that 
everything was allright.

Lauren lifted her gently off him and let her lay down on the sofa. She 
quickly checked to make sure that she wasn't bleeding and then sat down 
next to Jamie who smiled at her, then at his sister. His cock was still 
rock hard, and he hadn't come. Emma was exhausted but smiled happily to 
herself as she watched his cock bobbing.

"Why is there no liquid?" asked Emma.

"I need some more help, then it'll come out. It feels just like you did 
just then." replied Jamie.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do. But this is just educational, 
OK. Like a biology lesson." said Lauren convincing nobody. "Now, take 
the condom off."

Emma drew closer to him, leaned over and pulled the condom off his cock 
before looking down at Lauren for the next step.

"OK, give it to me. Right, now just hold his cock and move your hand up 
and down, nice and slowly."

She took him in her right hand and grinned as she started to move her 
hand slowly up and down, feeling the stiffness return to him. The skin 
had peeled all the way back and his knob stood proudly up in the air as 
Emma moved her hand rhythmically. His head flopped back against the 
back of the sofa as his eyes closed, feint groans emanating from deep 
within his chest as his breathing became louder.

Lauren arranged Emma's fingers on his cock so that she had a thumb on 
one side and four fingers on the other. "Right, now hold his balls 
here, just gently, with this hand"

Emma gently moved her free hand around his balls, scratching slightly 
as she explored below his cock and ventured towards his hole. She could 
see the look of pure pleasure on his face as she took hold of his balls 
and gently squeezed. His cock hardened and bulged with sheer power 
within her hand, the warmth and softness of a man pleasing her 
immensely.

"Ohh!" she giggled. "It's alive!"

"Lay your head on his chest and watch. You'll see it come out!" said 
Lauren. Emma lay down, her face only inches from the end of his cock. 
She was clearly tired but fascinated by what was happening. He opened 
his legs wider, spreading them so that Lauren could see down past his 
cock to the hair around his bottom.

"OK, now take him in both hands and move slowly up and down, getting 
gradually faster." Emma responded well, and Lauren let her continue for 
several minutes.

"Now change slightly. Let go with this hand and play with the top with 
the other. Yeah, oh that looks so good." Emma held him lightly with one 
hand while running her finger around the top of his cock with the 
other. The change of pressure and style sent him wild.

"Lovely, now take the top skin between your thumb and index finger and 
move it up and down. No, slowly. Gently. That's good. She teased him a 
little while they watched his cock strengthen and swell until it seemed 
fit to burst. Then she moved the foreskin up and down a little further, 
slowly and gently, until it rolled back on it's own. Jamie was rapidly 
moving from a state of ecstasy to annoyance, and Lauren sensed his 
growing demand for release.

Lauren nodded encouragement to Emma, who changed rhythm with her right 
hand, moving around the top of his cock, lightly stroking the length, 
and then taking her hand and squeezing him hard before moving up and 
down once again.

"Oh yes, oh, I'm going to come!" he said, his eyes closed and his hands 
holding the sofa behind him.

"Emma, some of this might hit you but don't worry. It'll wipe off!" 
said Lauren as Emma's hand flashed up and down. He jerked up, his 
bottom rising off the sofa, almost throwing Emma off his stomach. Then 
with a loud groan, he shot a stream of come into the air, way over 
Emma's head. A second spurt did hit her, on the cheek and over the back 
of her neck. And then, regular, smaller spurts filled his navel and 
became matted in his pubic hair. Emma looked on in amazement, slowing 
her movements, feeling him jerk as his cock became super-sensitive. 
Lauren watched in surprise as Emma traced her fingers around his navel, 
playing with the cum and rubbing it between her fingers.

"Oh, wow. That's amazing. It's so beautiful. Would all that have been 
in me?" she asked, looking at Lauren over his dying cock.

"Hmm. Then it would dribble out later." She wondered what other 
questions were coming and looked up. Emma looked shocked, speechless to 
the point of being horror- struck.

"Car. They're home. Oh shit!" shouted Emma, falling off the sofa.

Lauren felt her insides turn over. She was dead. That was for sure. 
Prison. She span round and saw the outline of someone approaching the 
door. She felt her sphincter tighten. Jamie stood and ran for his 
bedroom.

"Stand up! Stand up!" she hissed to Emma through gritted teeth. 
Thankfully Emma's T-Shirt covered her down to mid thigh. Even so, a 
pair of knickers would have helped. Lauren stood as well, kicking the 
flannel under the sofa. Lauren lifted her skirt and stuffed the condom 
down her knickers. 'God', she thought, 'I'm so wet down there. Who 
cares. I've lost my job anyway.' Her heart rate was in the danger zone. 
She glanced at Emma.

"Shit!" she cried, rubbing Jamie's cum out of her hair and off her 
cheek.

"Hi there everyone! Just time to change and say hello!" said Elizabeth, 
pulling her key from the lock. "Gustav is just getting the cases. How's 
things? OK?" she said, walking towards Emma. Lauren smiled and turned 
away, just in case she lashed out immediately.

"Mummy, look what we've been doing!" said Emma gleefully. Lauren 
mentally ducked from the onslaught that was sure to follow. "See, I've 
been playing this new Chopin piece. It's so lovely". Lauren looked over 
the sofa and watched as Emma led her mother to the piano. Then she 
noticed the streak of white cum that dribbled down the cushion of the 
sofa. Jamie's first shot. She sat down quickly, resting her arm over 
it, and gently wiped over the area. It was sticky, and matted the soft 
down of her arms. She looked around for more but was relieved to see 
that it seemed to be the only trace of their earlier educational 
supplement.

Lauren slipped out of the lounge and into her room at the first 
possible instance, fled into her bathroom and wrapped the condom in 
toilet paper before flushing it away. Music filled the air, and she 
thought about the little girl now sitting at the piano, naked under her 
T-Shirt, playing perfectly innocently to her mother. Lauren returned to 
the lounge, glanced in and then offered assistance to Gustav who was 
struggling with their cases.

"Oh, the Brazilian Ambassador has invited us to Venezuela for the 
weekend, in about a month's time. Can you come with us to look after 
Emma? Jamie hasn't been invited for some reason. He'll get another 
chance. "

"Oh that would be wonderful. Of course."

"All paid. He's even booked a suite for you two girls. I think he's on 
the board of directors or something."

Lauren was thrilled. She hadn't really expected to have to travel with 
the family. She threw her weight behind the suitcases to such an extent 
that Gustav decided to take them away from her before she did some 
damage to herself.

"Any mail for us?" asked Gustav.

"Yeah, it's stacked up in the kitchen for you"

"Great, thanks. Shitty weather, so hot. And the air conditioning was 
out again at the airport." He dumped the suitcases just inside and shut 
the door, paused briefly to listen to his daughter's piano playing, 
then headed for the kitchen. "Lauren, want a beer?"

"Mmm, only if you're going to have one!" she shouted back.

Elizabeth and Gustav ended up staying overnight. After Jamie and Emma 
had gone to bed at about 11 o'clock, Lauren stayed up chatting for 
almost two hours. She spent the first ten minutes glancing at every 
square inch of the sofa for rogue traces of Jamie's explosion, but 
thankfully found no more. Either that, or Gustav and Elizabeth were 
sitting on it. She would find out later, no doubt.

Elizabeth was in fine form, complaining about the Nationalists and all 
governments for that matter. Even the Swiss came in for punishment. She 
also mentioned that three of the key opposition party members - 
agitators in the eyes of the government - had disappeared over the last 
few days. She seemed particularly concerned about their fate and stared 
at the floor constantly as though it was her responsibility to locate 
them.

Lauren bid them good night at about one o'clock in the morning, pleased 
that she had taken the opportunity to talk to them and get to know them 
better. She had even discovered that Emma had phoned her mother on two 
occasions to say how much fun she had had with her, something, 
Elizabeth said, she had never done before. Chapter 14

Felix did indeed call the following morning. Lauren had forgotten and 
must have sounded particularly dense when she answered the phone. They 
exchanged pleasantries before she invited him for twelve thirty. He 
reminded her that he knew the place and would be on time. And, yes, he 
did eat everything. Emma was more excited than Lauren, fussing around 
the house looking for a tablecloth for the kitchen and serviettes that 
were hidden deep in the spare room. It was only later, just before 
lunch, that Lauren realised that Emma had probably never prepared for a 
visit of a boy to her house and that this was therefore a very special 
occasion.

Lauren made a conscious decision that there would be no two minute 
romance and then bed with this young man. He was a respectable boy 
according to Emma - well, from a decent family anyway - and she had a 
responsibility to behave properly in front of the children. Memories of 
the previous twenty-four hours soon brought that train of thought to a 
shuddering halt.

He rang the doorbell at just after twelve thirty and Emma scampered 
along the hallway to open the door. She beamed at him as she guided him 
through to the kitchen.

"Here's a bottle of the local wine. Have you tried it?" he asked, 
handing the bag to Lauren.

"No, I don't think so. Is it safe?" she asked, looking past his hands 
to his T-Shirt. He was much cleaner than when they had met. His hair 
had been plastered down over his head, and the rings around his eyes 
had been washed away. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six thought Lauren. Her 
gaze returned to his eyes. They shone, clear and alert, happy and 
bright as he smiled at her. No lust, just pleasure in talking. She 
motioned to a chair and he sat. His eyes followed her.

"Yeah, it's fine. The white is better than the red."

"Like Lasagna?"

"Las-what?"

"Lasagna. Pasta and meat in layers with cheese. Salad, white wine. 
Maybe ice cream to follow if we can find it." said Lauren, returning 
his smile. "Italian, you know"

Jamie joined them for lunch, reminiscing with Felix over their previous 
meeting. Lauren watched closely how they talked, part of the interview 
process even if she was not conscious of it herself. Emma watched 
everyone, pleased to be present at such an important lunch. They left 
the dishes and took their ice cream through to the lounge to watch the 
news. Lauren and Felix sat next to each other (Lauren's choice) while 
Emma sat on the floor. Jamie had other things to do in his bedroom.

Emma's interest in the news and proceedings waned considerably after 
only a few minutes, and she wandered off to leave them to talk. Lauren 
was pleased to learn of his concern about the problems in the north, 
and shared his views on many of the news items. He had come to San 
Falino almost five years ago with his father. His mother had died when 
he was about seven, and he had been brought up by his aunt and a number 
of au pairs and housekeepers.

Body language even to the uninitiated would have suggested harmony and 
pleasure, but nothing else. Lauren was pleased with herself in that she 
could hold a reasonably sensible conversation about San Falino, and 
more to the point, she didn't feel like ripping his clothes off or 
ramming her hand down his trousers. She regarded him as a stable boy 
who she would be happy to have as a friend. His eyes attracted beyond 
measure, but he was far from sexy, and his straw coloured hair was 
rough and almost middle aged. He stood a little taller than Lauren, and 
as he turned at the door, she was happy to offer him her cheek for a 
friendly peck good-bye. She waved as he drove off towards town.

Emma shot out of her room. "Well?"

"He's a very nice, sensible young man" said Lauren, smiling at her 
curiosity. Had she really been like this at her age? What on earth goes 
on inside that little head? Wouldn't it be simpler if people were born 
knowing the answers to some questions. It would save so much confusion 
and explanation.

"I think he's gorgeous" said Emma.

"He's not gorgeous. He's dependable and bright."

"He's got lovely eyes"

"Yes, he has." said Lauren, staring back up the driveway. "You're 
right."

They spent the afternoon reading, snoozing, eating and preparing for 
bed and the return of Gustav and Elizabeth..


Chapter 15

Lauren realised two things when she woke the following morning. Firstly 
that Emma hadn't had her medicine the night before and that she had 
made love to her brother while using the ointment inside her. Neither 
of the thoughts cheered her up, but she determined that after Elizabeth 
and Gustav departed she would make sure that Emma had another dose of 
the slimy stuff to get her back on the road to recovery. She swung out 
of bed and showered in her bathroom. It was before eight o'clock, which 
surprised her given her late night. The news TV had more unintelligible 
reports of trouble in the north, and with the elections approaching, 
more and more analysis of the state of the parties.

She dressed in her usual bikini bottoms and, forsaking a bra, slipped a 
T-Shirt over her head. She found Elizabeth and Gustav in the kitchen, 
drinking coffee and discussing the house.

"Hey, thanks for getting all that food." said Gustav, his eyes taking 
in the tautness of her T-Shirt. "It must have taken quite a time"

"Most of the morning. But that's OK, it's good to get out." said 
Lauren, making more coffee and tidying up the sink.

"Lauren, we don't want to alarm you, but we were just saying that the 
situation in the north is very ugly. I think, although Elizabeth 
doesn't wholly agree, that whatever the outcome of the election, 
there's going to be a general strike across the country. Did you hear 
about the devaluation yesterday?"

"No, what, they devalued the Peso?"

"Yeah, but it seems that half the government knew about it and sold for 
dollars last week, making a fortune. On top of that, the government has 
decided to reduce the subsidies it gives to farmers."

"If anything happens, then just stay in the house. Keep the doors 
locked and stay by the phone."

"Do you think it will come to that?" asked Lauren, looking at them 
both.

"I don't know, but we just want you to know what's really going on. Not 
what's on the news. There's no need for Emma and Jamie to know yet, 
although they listen to the news just like anyone else." said 
Elizabeth.

"Anyway, we must be off. I'll be back in about four days, hopefully." 
said Gustav.

"And I'll be gone for a week, so I'll call you later in the week." said 
Elizabeth, kissing her head. "Look after yourself, and thanks for being 
here. We'd be lost without you!"

Lauren watched them go and decided that since she was awake, she'd make 
a cup of coffee for Emma and wake her up as well. She knocked on her 
door and peered in. Emma was asleep, facing the window away from 
Lauren. She crept in and closed the door. Emma looked so peaceful in 
bed. Putting the coffee by her bed, she made her way to the curtains 
and opened them slightly, causing Emma to stir and turn over. Lauren 
sat on the edge of the bed, touched her cheek and watched her stir. She 
was suprised to realise that the T-Shirt that she normally wore to bed 
was lying in a heap on the floor. Emma smiled and opened one eye, 
squinting at her against the bright daylight.

"What time is it?" she said, stretching above her.

"About nine. Your mum and dad have just left. Time to get up. And I 
remembered that you didn't have your ointment last night."

"Can't we do it now and get it out of the way, then we could go 
shopping!"

"Yeah, but somewhere else, you'll get the bed all messy."

"No I won't. Anyway, today is 'sheet change day'. It won't matter." 
said Emma, almost keen for her medication. Lauren allowed herself to be 
convinced and slipped out to her own room and got what she needed. On 
her way past her sofa she paused, thought briefly and put the ointment 
and other bits down on the cushions. Quickly, she pulled her bikini 
bottoms down and let them drop to the floor. Checking the her T-Shirt 
covered most of her thighs, she gathered up the things on the sofa and 
walked back to the little girl waiting across the corridor.

She sat down with her legs together on the side of the bed again and 
waited while Emma drank her coffee. She slurped noisily and dropped 
back against her pillow, looking up at Lauren through dreamy, half-open 
eyes. Her hand dropped onto Lauren's thigh.

"I'm sorry you have to do this for me" she said.

She knew that being an au pair was going to give her a heart attack. 
Her senses tuned in and focused their attention on the tiny hand that 
gently rested above her knee. She was sure that Emma had no idea she 
had taken her knickers off, but nevertheless, she knew she needed to 
keep the mornings activities strictly medicinal. Lauren almost laughed 
as she recalled what they had done less than twelve hours earlier in 
the lounge. Her mind once again tried to reconcile the event as pure 
education, but failed.

"That's OK. It's better than having to go to the doctor's every day, 
isn't it?" The hand moved away as casually at it had arrived. An 
innocent early morning greeting. Except that her pussy had very 
different ideas. She placed the ointment on the bedside table along 
with the flannel and leaned her head to one side, a smile on her lips.

"Ready?"

"Sure" said Emma, pushing the covers down. Her little breasts looked so 
delicate, so young and pure. The sheets were about half way down her 
stomach and Emma indicated that the rest was up to Lauren. She stood 
and took hold of the top of the covers.

"Lori?"

Lauren looked up. This morning's bombshell warning had just sounded. 
"Mmm?" She pulled the sheets down, past her navel, revealing her tanned 
stomach and the tiny white briefs that covered her pussy. "Can you take 
your knickers off for me?" asked Lauren quickly.

Emma pouted like a young child as she raised her bottom off the bed. 
She looked at Lauren and made no effort to take her knickers down. 
Deciding that now was not the time for an argument, Lauren pulled her 
knickers down to her knees, feeling another cocktail of drugs surge 
through her body as Emma's hairless pussy lips came into view. Lauren 
could see that there was a definite swelling and the feint aroma of her 
sex drifted up as Lauren breathed in as deeply as she could. She turned 
to Emma to ask her to help a little more and saw that her eyes were 
closed, a look of rapture on her face as she exhaled. Emma moved 
briefly onto her side and slipped the knickers off the remaining way, 
letting them fall off the bed.

"Lori....yesterday...." She paused, not waiting for effect, just trying 
to find the way of saying it that conveyed the message she wanted. 
Lauren turned to her, waiting. Emma opened her eyes and studied her 
face, examining the shape of her breasts, then down past the end of her 
T-Shirt. Lauren felt another surge inside as she realised that Emma 
might see she had removed her knickers. They smiled at each other, the 
unspoken exchange signifying that it was safe to progress, they were 
friends. "Yesterday, did you want to do it with Jamie?"

"Emma, of course not! I told you, it was for your education. And 
because you kept pestering me!" Lauren thought that she should have 
rehearsed this. It was obviously going to be discussed and an excuse 
that losing your virginity to your brother helps you get better grades 
wasn't one of her best.

Emma turned onto her side and leaned on her elbow. Lauren sat down 
again on the bed next to her, feeling her leg touching the bottom of 
her T-Shirt. She knew that she was so wet and the slightest touch from 
the young girl would have sent her streaking towards gratification.

"But, don't you feel like you need to come, just like I did? Last night 
I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking how you made me feel, and then 
how you helped Jamie. It just seemed unfair! And every time I thought 
about it, I got my warm feeling coming back again."

"Emma, that's OK. It's very good that you think that way about people, 
honestly. But it won't happen again, don't forget. " Lauren looked 
around her room, checking the ointment and gloves, focusing on anything 
but Emma's eyes. "It's not the sort of thing that you can tell people 
about, now is it?" said Lauren, putting her hand on her bottom. "Come 
on, let's get this done, then we can have breakfast."

Emma rolled onto her back and parted her legs a little, obviously still 
thinking about Lauren's words. Lauren fetched a towel from Emma's 
bathroom, lifting her bottom slightly as she spread it out underneath 
her. Emma's silky labia had parted generously to reveal the beginnings 
of the inner folds of her lips. The most delicate of folds glinted with 
inner moisture.

Lauren forced her gaze away from wondrous sight between her young 
tanned legs and concentrated on the task. The gloves seemed a little 
awkward to get over her fingers, possibly because her hands were hot 
and slightly sweaty.

"But, if you feel like I did, and you don't have a boyfriend, then, 
what do you do?" asked Emma, watching the thin latex gloves.

"Emma, you're very young to be asking these sort of questions. Now 
let's get on with this, shall we?"

Unscrewing the top of the ointment, she scooped out a dollop of the jel 
and nodded at Emma. She waited for Emma to pull her legs back before 
spreading a generous amount over the entrance to her bottom.

"Lori, is it called 'mastibeating'?" asked Emma, eyes fluttering 
closed.

"Is it what?" she replied, her voice rising to a squeak.

"When you do it yourself. That's what Sabrina's sister said."

"Masturbating" said Lauren, swallowing noisily.

Emma closed her eyes again as Lauren introduced her index finger to the 
hole and pushed, easing herself inside the tight opening quickly in the 
hope of shutting her up.

"Oh!" groaned Emma, trembling slightly on the cool linen sheets.

 It was no easier than the day before and Lauren took it very slowly. 
She leaned forward, the sweet scent of her pussy meeting her, causing 
her to sway, happily intoxicated. She breathed deeply, her mind 
registering the sweetness and recalling distant memories, forgotten 
until now, of erotic encounters with Nikki that had left her 
breathless.

Lauren withdrew slowly, waiting agonizing moments as she watched the 
intense expression of pleasure drift across Emma's sleepy sweet face. 
Her finger finally left her bottom, returning to the jar for a final 
dose of the wonderful ointment. Never again would Lauren consider 
herbalist cures to be concoctions of the types found at dawn on the 
summer solstice, worshipping the sun, earth and their pagan gods. She 
pushed in firmly, twisting as she entered, pretending to coat the walls 
of her passageway as it rippled and gripped in pleasure. Emma lifted 
her bottom slightly off the bed, pushing against Lauren as the palm of 
her hand touched the cheek of her bottom. Slowly, she withdrew, resting 
her thumb on her pussy lips as though announcing the next area to be 
treated to her touch. Emma lay with her head buried deep into her 
pillow, the look of anguish gone as she luxuriated with the remnants of 
the feeling below. Lauren wiped her gently and decided to change 
gloves. She snapped them off and dropped them in a heap on the floor 
before pulling on another pair.

Lauren looked very closely at her pussy and saw that she was trembling, 
very slightly, as though it had suddenly turned cold. Lauren touched 
her inner thigh, just to announce her presence, and Emma opened her 
legs as wide as she could. Her supple thighs touched the sheets and 
Lauren was surprised she could maintain the position so comfortably 
with her feet together. Lauren decided that she wanted to join in a 
little more than last time, so she sat on the bed, facing Emma, and 
picked her feet up and put them on her lap so that she had to keep her 
legs open but it allowed Lauren greater access to her vagina. She 
pulled her T-Shirt down a little to cover herself before scooping out 
another helping of the ointment. With her left hand she gripped her 
feet and pulled them against her stomach. She placed the ointment at 
the wet opening to her vagina and pushed very gently, marveling how the 
lips gave way and the darkness of her young tunnel was revealed. Her 
clitoris stood out proudly, the hood now above allowing it to gleam in 
all its glory. Her gloved finger slipped in to her easily, although 
several attempts were necessary to ensure that all the ointment went 
inside rather than over her little girl pussy lips. Emma moved 
occasionally under her touch, pushing and pulling against both her 
hands as though trying to get maximum relief from the therapy.

She took a last measure of the jel and pushed it directly inside her in 
a smooth motion that brought Emma's hips off the bed. Lauren held her 
firmly, her middle finger inside her pussy while the palm of her hand 
pushed down on her clitoris. Lauren moved her hand around in a grinding 
motion, simulating what Emma had done herself the evening before. She 
felt the walls of her vagina contracting slightly, and knew that she 
was approaching orgasm. She wasn't going to pretend this time that she 
was just finishing off, or talk to her at all. She wanted to be quite 
sincere with Emma and give her the opportunity to experience her orgasm 
naturally without trying to be quiet. Emma's feet pushed hard into her 
stomach, her T-Shirt rising, uncovering her nakedness. Lauren pushed 
harder, twisting her hand so that she felt along the top of her hot 
tunnel as her thumb rubbed her hard clitoris. Emma bucked gently, her 
breathing keeping pace with the attention Lauren was giving to her 
clitoris as her thumb moved in lazy circles over the tiny pear of 
pleasure.

Lauren felt the grip increase on her finger as she explored, the tight 
teenage tunnel twitching as she felt her way inside. Slowly, she 
introduced a second finger, slipping it in against the contracting 
muscles. Emma could have no doubt now that this could be anything to do 
with the medicine and had everything to do with making sure she came at 
the hands of the girl who had helped her lose her virginity. Suddenly, 
Emma's feet slipped out of Lauren's hands and wrapped round her back, 
pulling her hand deeper into her pussy and gripping with an abnormal 
strength. She shrieked as her hips thrust off the bed. Lauren fought to 
keep her from hurting herself as she came violently, thrashing on the 
sticky sheets as Lauren lost control, her fingers coming out of the 
young girl. Emma looked at her, her face in agony, desperation etched 
across her sweat-streaked face. Lauren pushed her fingers back inside 
and rubbed her clitoris madly as Emma sank her nails into the top of 
her thighs, her legs pulling Lauren towards her with all her might.

The random squeezing of her vaginal walls slowed as Emma lowered her 
bottom back onto the bed and forced herself to breath. Lauren let her 
fingers slip out her naturally as Emma rolled onto her side towards 
Lauren. She pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the floor. The 
towel had been useful and would be fine after a quick wash.

Lauren stood and pulled the covers up to Emma's chin, tucking her in. 
The noise of the curtains caused Emma to open her eyes. Lauren sat 
again on the edge of the bed and watched as she pushed the matted hair 
out of her face. They needed to discuss what they were going to do in 
the morning, and whether Jamie had any plans. Certainly their useless 
school teacher wasn't likely to materialise. Unless it was pay day. 
Lauren caressed her hair for a few quiet, gentle moments.

"I ought to go to the shops for another bikini, and a few more T- 
shirts" said Lauren quietly.

"Oh, can you take me to see Cressida? She's my friend from the school 
party things, remember? It's not far!"

"Sure, just show me how to get there!"

 "Get a white bikini. That'll make you look more tanned, although it's 
coming on nicely!" said Emma, looking down at her thighs. Her hand 
drifted onto her leg, perfectly naturally, as though to congratulate 
her on her progress. Emma crawled down slightly further into her bed, 
her hand moving so dangerously close to the hot wet haven between 
Lauren's long legs. This wasn't what Lauren wanted. That was definite. 
There was no way that she could have Emma as a lover - it would mean 
certain discovery and death. New pressures forced her to consider which 
path she would take, her morality being severely tested by nothing more 
than the gentle, delicate touch of a hand on her thigh. Emma inched 
closer. Perhaps it was just Emma exploring. After all, she had been a 
virgin yesterday morning and she was such a curious young girl. Lauren 
recognised the tricks being played in her head. She held her hand.

"I'm starving. I'll cook some breakfast after I've had a shower." She 
groped on the floor for the towel and other paraphernalia and stumbled 
out of the room, embarrassed by her state of mind and lack of 
coordination. Her door slammed noisily behind her as she threw herself 
onto her bed. Laying on her stomach, she ground her pussy against the 
silky cover not caring if it became stained with her own sweet juice. 
Dissatisfied with the progress she was making, she dived into the 
bathroom and ran the bath, shaking as her pent up desires took control 
of her actions. She grabbed her hairbrush and knelt as the warm water 
splashed her legs. When it reached mid thigh she turned the taps off 
and soaped her anus. Throwing the soap into the water, she pushed the 
middle finger of her left hand into her muscular passageway. She held 
herself tight as she rested the brush against her hot slit, then 
mercilessly pushed it inside so fast that it hurt. She pumped wildly, 
the coordination between hands starting well but deteriorating as she 
closed her eyes and began to lose her balance. She slid down into the 
water, reinserted her finger into her pouting arse and leaned back, the 
water sloshing around her ears.

She had no thoughts for potential headaches. Her sole purpose was to 
obtain release from the sickness that pervaded within her, that 
consumed her every thought and drove her to seek ways to abuse herself, 
to maximise the feeling that might satiate the idiotic demands inside. 
Demands on her that were ridiculous and so powerful that she knew she 
was hurting herself in the pursuit of her orgasm. To her utter delight, 
she felt it start. In fact, she realised that it had been conceived 
many minutes ago, it had just been lurking in some dark corner. The 
brush seemed to be possessed, doing someone's bidding but not hers. She 
saw it flashing in and out of her pussy, her lips trying desperately to 
cling to it but the lubrication available was so plentiful that nothing 
seemed to help. She jerked suddenly as a spasm burst through into her 
world. Water swirled over her mouth but she would rather drown than 
stop to let some out. She spat crudely and thrashed around blindly for 
the soap.

Delightedly, she twirled the bar around in her left hand, threw it once 
again into the water, and forced her slippery finger back into her anus 
to seek out the depths of her body. She twisted her hand and used her 
thumb on her clitoris, the brush in between thrusting like a demonic 
piston. She convulsed, her head banging on the bottom of the bath. 
Water flooded into her mouth and she spat again. And then, at last, she 
knew she was to be rewarded. That elevator that took her to the heavens 
was on it's way with her on board, and she knew she was going to be 
carried higher and higher with every stroke of the brush, until, as her 
finger rubbed in lunatic circles around her clitoris, she came and the 
elevator crashed through the roof into the stratosphere, sky-rocketing 
her to oblivion and another world that only she could inhabit. She held 
her breath as she sunk below the water, her legs rising higher and 
higher before coming to rest on the side of the bath. The only sounds 
she could hear were the thumping of her heart and her groans as she 
expertly controlled her orgasm with the thumb and the finger buried in 
her bottom.

Slowly, she breathed out, raising her head for another breath. Her neck 
and stomach muscles strained as she rose up and pushed herself 
backwards, above the surface. Lauren relaxed slowly, shivering slightly 
in the water. She allowed her finger to slip out of her anus slowly, 
waiting for and rejoicing in the final half inch of intense pleasure. 
Natural forces inside her vagina expelled the hairbrush, the lips of 
her pussy reluctantly releasing their prisoner. The brush floated 
slowly to the end of the bath, its duty done, satisfaction delivered 
once again. She turned the hot tap on with her foot and brought her 
legs onto the side of the bath as it filled once again with warm water, 
waiting until the very last moment to turn it off before it scalded her 
bottom. She swished the water around and luxuriated in the heat, a 
sense of euphoria settling in, joining forces with a sleepy feeling 
that told her to cuddle something soft and warm and drift back to 
sleep. Perspiration trickled down the side of her face while she 
searched for the bar of soap. She knew she ought to wash, but closed 
her eyes and sank in the warm water, sensing the pleasure and glow 
building in her pussy and anus.

She took an inventory of her mental state and was pleased with how she 
felt. She was glad that she had resisted the urge to become further 
involved with Emma. Tomorrow she would tell her that she should do her 
medicine herself, thus putting the relationship on a more sensible 
footing. She washed herself slowly, dreaming of Switzerland once again, 
and wondering what people were doing. She realised that it must be 
evening, but had lost track of day of the week.

Unconcerned, she stepped out of the bath and dried her long hair with a 
clean towel and brushed her teeth. She stood in front of the long 
mirror and posed, cupping her breasts as she stood face on and then in 
profile. Her tan was certainly coming on, but the white patch around 
her bottom was unsightly. She let go of her breasts and put her hands 
on her hips, dipping to one side. Very sexy, she thought. Well, she 
could be very sexy, sometimes.

She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, looking at her pussy 
from between her legs. Her pussy was alive, pouting, with the inner 
lips clearly visible. She remembered doing the same thing once before 
in her mother's bedroom, posing like Miss World and practicing her 
acceptance speech. She had even told Nikki, who recommended a few 
phrases about helping children and living in peace. Nikki said they all 
said that. She smiled and put a foot on the edge of the bath. Her pussy 
was still very aroused and she felt the slipperiness of the lips. She 
hadn't washed herself but decided that could be done by having a quick 
swim. Finally, she sat on the floor and looked at her pussy in the 
mirror, parting the lips and trying to compare hers to Emma's. There 
was just something about Emma's that made her so delectable. She 
assumed some of it was the fact that she was smaller, tighter. The 
rest, she knew, was simply the risk and danger of being with an 
innocent, awakening girl.

She wandered naked back into her bedroom. Her clothes drawers and 
cupboards were a mess, which was surprising since she really had so few 
clothes. The discovery of a single pair of knickers in her underwear 
drawer annoyed her - they were cheap ones that she would only wear as a 
last resort. One of her father's shirts hung in the wardrobe that he 
had given to her many years ago when she had decided that everybody in 
the world was wearing men's shirts and she would die without one. She 
liked the way it ironed so well, the crisp creases pronouncing the fact 
that it was a size eighteen and she was a six. Well, six and a bit. She 
buttoned it up and headed for the laundry. The smell of coffee greeted 
her as she rounded the corner of the lounge. It grew stronger as she 
went through the dining room, until she saw Jamie, standing by the 
cooker, emptying the percolator into the sink, ready for another batch.

He turned, admiring the shirt. "Nice!" he smiled, looking back to his 
work. Lauren wondered what, if anything, he had on under his T- Shirt. 
"Coffee will be about ten minutes."

"I'll have a yoghurt while I'm waiting and some fruit, I think." She 
avoided his eyes, keenly aware that they hadn't spoken at all since 
last night's performance.

"Emma awake?"

"Sort of. I think she'll go back to sleep though." She sat and watched 
as he walked to the cupboard and reached up for the ground coffee. The 
T-Shirt rode up his buttocks, answering her question. She realised that 
she had really wanted to go to the laundry. The knickers could wait, 
she thought, leaning across the table for an orange and banana. He 
handed her a yoghurt from the fridge and sat down. "Hey, thanks."

They ate, the percolator's plop punctuating the silence. Another 
wonderful day was taking shape outside. The bushes rippled with the 
faintest of breezes but Lauren knew that there would only be calm on 
the patio.

"How are your ears? Did you get a headache?" he asked.

There was no innuendo in his voice, no expression on his face that 
could have told her how he felt. It was just as though nothing had 
happened. She frowned. "No, it's weird. I always used to when I was 
little. Really bad they were." She looked at him again. Perhaps she had 
imagined it. Perhaps she hadn't helped him take his sister's virginity 
the day before.

"Not always, surely?" he asked, disturbing her daydream.

"Well, whenever I went underwater. But it didn't happen when I fell in. 
Yeah, you're right. Isn't that funny?" His thoughtfulness elevated him 
in her estimation.

They heard footsteps, and a woman's voice from outside. The 'servants' 
as Elizabeth called them, had arrived. The local staff were really 
cleaners and helpers, and Lauren was thankful that they arrived so 
regularly every day. She certainly wouldn't have wanted the job of 
cleaning the house. They were both about thirty and very tanned, 
neither very pretty but Lauren knew they had been reliable and 
Elizabeth was happy with their work. She smiled at the two women as she 
went into the laundry and retrieved her washed but un- ironed 
underwear.

"Back in a minute" said Lauren as she made her way to her room. She 
stuffed the clothing into her drawer and then pulled on a pair that had 
a little bow on the waistband. She smiled when she recalled all the 
layers she used to wear not just in Switzerland but in Boquette when 
she first arrived.

After breakfast, Emma emerged from her room, sleepily stretching as she 
wandered around the house. Lauren and Emma eventually made it to the 
car and drove north for almost half an hour to Cressida's house. Lauren 
took time to memorise the return route and pulled up outside the small 
house as directed. Cressida was at the door to greet her, and Emma 
waved good-bye as she disappeared inside.

Amazingly, Lauren arrived back at the house within twenty-five minutes 
without a ticket or police escort. She parked and skipped up the front 
door, retrieving a handful of mail from the box on the wall and a small 
brown parcel propped up on the ground. The door banged shut behind her 
as she absently sorted the letters. A couple of magazines for Emma and 
Jamie, three bills which she would deal with later, and a postcard from 
Switzerland. The parcel, to her surprise and delight, was for her as 
well. She tore it open, recognising the handwriting as her mother's and 
watched as sheaves of newspaper fell to the floor. Scooping up her 
treasure, she made her way to the kitchen and dumped everything on the 
table.

With great self discipline, she made coffee before opening her mother's 
letter and the two small presents inside. The letter contained much of 
the latest gossip and news of her classmates who were either still 
looking for jobs or who had been successful like Lauren. After the 
third page, Lauren stopped reading and opened the presents. The first, 
from her mother, was as she had guessed, underwear (regulation white, 
no frills, cotton, size 6, Swiss Made) and white socks (same pedigree). 
The second parcel was from Nikki and contained magazine clippings, a 
letter and a cassette of a live band that she had been to see two weeks 
ago. Lauren wandered through her letter, giggling at the dismissive way 
she dealt with their mutual enemies.

The tone though suddenly changed when she talked about Claudette. Nikki 
was aware that Lauren and Claudette had been lifelong enemies for no 
good reason, and once or twice a year their animosity flared into 
ugliness, only to die again two days later. But apparently, with Lauren 
out of the country, Claudette had taken the opportunity to sling some 
mud that had definitely stuck. Nikki said she had let it be known that 
she had evidence that Lauren and Nikki had engaged in activities 
together of a sexual nature up until the time that Lauren left. While 
Lauren wasn't too concerned about that, Nikki mentioned that some of 
the villagers had asked Lauren's mother whether this was true, and her 
mother had been flustered and very protective on several occasions.

Lauren felt a cold sweat break out around her neck as she visualised 
the worst. She was pretty sure that her mother knew about herself and 
Nikki, even though they had never (and could never) talk about it. The 
looks that Lauren had been given when she announced that she was going 
to be an au pair for a young girl and her brother had said it all, and 
repeated reminders about the stress and strain of looking after the 
children, 'especially the young girl' had not missed their mark. 
Lauren's stomach lurched as she read both letters twice, seeking out 
the real meaning and trying to determine the depth of the problem.

Finishing her coffee, she cleared the table and wandered aimlessly into 
the lounge, slumping on the sofa to ruminate further, her imagination 
creating scenarios and hypothetical conversations that spelled doom and 
gloom should she return to Switzerland. Her energies finally turned to 
retribution and she spent the remainder of the day thinking about pain 
and how to inflict it remotely. The word 'bitch' entered her mind with 
every breath she took. Chapter 16

"Oh thanks, I owe you one!" said Emma, smiling at Cressida. "Can I call 
a cab from here?"

"Why the secrecy?" asked Cressida.

"It's a surprise for our au pair!"

The girls looked up the number for the local cab company and demanded 
service right away. After a delay of only thirty minutes, Emma stepped 
into a battered green and white vehicle that, according to a small 
plastic sign on the roof, was a taxi. It spluttered away to her 
destination.

"Nice taxi, yes?" asked the driver as the air conditioning blasted out 
hot air.

Exhaust fumes spewed through the front dashboard, a blue haze drifting 
past the driver, mingling with his cigarette smoke before cascading 
through his open window. The gearbox seemed to be in constant debate 
whether to engage or disengage, the juddering motion giving Emma's 
stomach something else to tremble about.

She smiled at the driver, noting his leering smile as his eyes toured 
her face. She shifted to the window and gazed out at the rugged 
coastline. Less than ten minutes later, she emerged from the taxi, 
shaken, two or three shades closer to black than white, but 
nevertheless relieved. She paid the driver and looked up, her heart 
beating rapidly and her hands shaking very slightly. "La Fontaine 
Hotel" was imperious, with large white columns at the entrance at the 
top of the steps, and big heavy revolving doors that led into the 
marbled hotel lobby.

"I'm looking for Dolores, she's expecting me, I think." Emma fumbled 
nervously with her fingers as the receptionist looked up the number.

"Suite 302. You can use the house phone over there. Just dial 7 and 
then 302. Have a nice day" she said automatically as she chewed her 
gum.

The phone was answered almost immediately. "It's me, Emma. Oh right. 
OK, I'll come up now." She walked across the lobby and took the 
elevator up to the third floor. The hotel was opulent, the fittings 
were gold, or at least gold coloured, the carpet lush and thick 
everywhere she walked. Following the signs for 302, she passed several 
cleaning trolleys, their owners busying themselves in the rooms as 
sheets flew out the doors and televisions blasted out the news. She 
knocked and waited.

"Hi, Emma?" said the young woman. She was unexceptional, but friendly. 
In fact, warmth seemed to radiate from her, defeating the air 
conditioning that blew down her neck as they walked through the dark 
corridor of the suite. It was a beautiful room, with ornate French 
renaissance furniture that had been chosen with care. Real or not, Emma 
thought it looked magical.

"Hi, I'm maybe a little late." stuttered Emma.

"Who cares, this is a day for having fun, right?" said the young woman. 
Emma revised her opinion, downgrading the woman from plain to plain 
ugly. But there was still a warmth and happiness in her manner.

"Yeah!" said Emma, feeling just as nervous as she smiled back at her. 
She sat on the edge of the sofa and Dolores picked up a clipboard, 
smiled once again and started to read. Cracked tooth, thought Emma.

"Now, let's see, you're Emma Rivera, right, and you're sixteen, is that 
correct?"

"Yes." Emma knew that the lady didn't believe her, but was unconcerned.

"And you want to earn some money today?"

"I think so. My friend said that you would pay me, you know. I'm just a 
bit, well, scared. I really need about four hundred dollars for a plane 
ticket"

"Where are you going?" she asked, drawing nearer with interest.

"Oh, not for me. For Lauren. She's our au pair. She wants her friend to 
visit but they don't have any money. I've got some, but I can get it 
out of my bank until I'm eighteen."

"Well, we can get you that plane ticket, don't you worry. Now, today is 
going to be really good fun, don't you think. Let's get these questions 
answered and then we can start. You're certainly a very pretty young 
lady, and I love your blouse!"

"Thank you!" beamed Emma, leaning back on the sofa. She crossed her 
legs dramatically, her heart pounding as she became to realise that she 
was all alone with her decision to meet in the hotel.

"Now, have you done any films or pictures before?"

"No" Dolores wrote on her clipboard.

"And you realise that you'll be with a young boy in this film? He'll 
touch you - and you can touch him of course!" said Dolores, smiling 
broadly.

"I know. I don't mind him kissing me, that would be nice. I just don't 
want him, well, to hurt me or anything." Emma gripped her leg with her 
sweaty hand. She had dreamed for so long of kissing a boy, of feeling 
his warmth against her. But now it was maybe only minutes away and the 
whole idea was almost abhorrent.

"And have you had sex before?"

"I'm not a virgin, you know" she said tartly.

"OK" responded Dolores, writing with a smile. "The filming will take 
maybe two hours, then we can pay you and you'll be on your way. And of 
course, we'll call you in about a week. You can see the film and if you 
don't like it we'll throw it away. That should help you to relax when 
we do the filming."

"Oh good, I was wondering about that. Thanks!" said Emma, relieved by 
the honesty and thoughtfulness of the woman. She looked quickly at her, 
wanting to ask what they would do, and how many people there would be. 
Cressida had said that she had heard that there were five or six boys 
sometimes, and they smacked people, hard enough to make them cry. 
Dolores organised her quickly. "Now, take this dressing gown and go 
into the bedroom. Have a bath and make sure you're clean everywhere. 
Come back with just the gown on when you're ready!" Dolores beamed one 
more time and watched her disappear. 

Emma closed the door behind her and listened to her heart thumping in 
her chest. There was still time to run from the room and flee down the 
emergency staircase. She pulled off her T-Shirt and sat on the edge of 
the bed. If it was possible to just go slowly then she thought may be 
able to control the session, and quit when she wanted. Happier with the 
thought of being in control, she stood and unzipped her skirt. It fell 
to the floor silently, quickly joined by the T-Shirt. Her knickers 
slipped down her legs and joined the pile. She walked through to the 
bathroom and gazed at the enormous place. The bath looked minuscule in 
comparison to the rest of the room. There was even an ornate chair 
against the wall with towels and another dressing gown, ready for her 
use.

The taps gushed noisily, filling the old iron bath with murky water. 
She sat on the huge chair and draped a leg over each arm. Her pussy was 
slightly moist and she licked her fingers before running them over her 
outer lips.

She thought about Lauren. She was pleased that she had found a way to 
get her the money, and could just imagine her face when she gave it to 
her. So much had changed since Lauren arrived. 'L' day, as she had 
written in her diary. She hadn't really liked her that day. In fact, 
she had considered running away. All the pleading, cross words and 
tantrums that she had used to convince her parents that they didn't 
need another au pair had been for nothing. She had even planned some 
retribution for Lauren, events to embarrass her, make her wish she had 
stayed at home. But now, she adored her. Lauren had told her things and 
shared her experiences as though they were sisters. And she came with 
her to the doctors. Nobody had ever helped her like that, not even her 
mother. All she did was to give her the taxi fare and get her secretary 
to make the appointment. As the water filled the bath her reservations 
dimmed, the splashing of the warm water soothing away the majority of 
her concerns.

A smile drifted across her face as she thought of the house a few 
months earlier. The previous au pair, Mrs. Barker, had been an older 
lady (as her mother put it) who Emma had no respect for at any time. 
They argued constantly and Emma would go out of her way to annoy her. 
She recalled that it was Mrs. Barker who said they couldn't wear 
bathing costumes in the house, so she wore T- shirts with no knickers. 
Jamie had done the same occasionally, disregarding her moral codes 
simply to annoy her, asking her questions about sex to deliberately 
embarrass her. Emma smiled.

"Mrs. Barker, I think I need new underpants. My penis has split these 
ones" he had said to her, straight faced. Mrs. B. reddened the colour 
of a tomato. The next day he had asked why his penis got straight in 
the mornings.

Mrs. Barker had asked to go home after four months. Emma smiled. 
Satisfied that the bath was full enough and at the right temperature, 
she turned the taps off and sank into the water up to her neck. She 
rested there only a few moments before taking the soap and standing up. 
She washed around her pussy and bottom then sank back in to rinse off.

The bath towels were huge and she wrapped it twice around herself while 
patting her body dry. The robe was also warm and felt soft against her 
skin. Deciding that she was ready, she opened the door slowly and 
peered out. Dolores was on the phone. Emma crept across the room and 
sat again on the sofa.

"Oh, my star is ready! I'll be over in a minute!" said Dolores, hanging 
up. "Now, stand up in front of me. That's good. Let's just undo the 
belt, I want to just check that everything is fine." Dolores tugged at 
her belt and let the two sides of the robe part. Emma looked at her 
with fright, dumbfounded that anyone would feel they could simply take 
her clothes off without even asking. Her fears returned although she 
made no attempt to resist and simply watched as the look on her face 
turned from curiosity to rapture. "Oh my, you are very, very lovely. 
What happened to the hair down here?"

"The doctor told me to take it off. I had a problem."

"Are you better now?"

"Fine, I think" she said, pulling the robe back together.

"Great, that's good. Give me the robe for a minute and turn round." 
requested Dolores. "Walk over the bedroom and come back again." Emma 
felt her eyes on her body as the robe slipped away and she found it 
difficult to walk without anything to do with her hands. She turned 
quickly and almost ran back to the sofa. Dolores offered her the robe. 
"Young lady, you are very lovely." she said, helping Emma to tie the 
belt. "I just want to make sure your infection has all gone, OK?" 
asked Dolores.

Emma nodded, her smile disppearing slowly. "Sit on the sofa. you can 
keep the robe on if you like" Dolores squatted in front of Emma, 
parting her legs slightly as she smiled up at the little girl. "Lean 
back on the sofa and relax, then bring your fett up onto the cushions." 
Emma did as requested, watching the woman as she moved closer between 
her feet. The tails of the robe parted, revelaing Emma's aroused sex. 
"Well, everything looks fine so far, nice and healthy!" beamed Dolores 
as she reached for a surgical glove. The snap as she pulled it over her 
fingers made Emma jump.

"What are you going to do?"

"Just take a quick look inside, lay back" Dolores placed her left hand 
on Emma's thigh and felt her labia, using the natural lubrication to 
ease her inspection as she ran the young folds between her fingers. She 
felt the other side, scooping the little girl juice over her fingers as 
she pushed between her lips. Using two straight fingers, she examined 
the walls of her vagina, feeling deep inside. Emma pushed back against 
her hand, her head hard against the back of the sofa, eyes closed.

"Oh, that ...."

"That what?" asked Dolores.

"It feels....nice."

Dolores chuckled, pulling her fingers out of the hot young channel. 
"That's fine. You're all recovered. Now, I think that the boy is ready 
for you. What we'll do is pretend, during the film, that you are sick 
from school, and that your teacher comes round to your house with Juan 
to see how you are, and give you both a lesson on boys and girls and 
how to kiss and cuddle. Sounds easy, eh?"

"But he won't hurt me, will he?" asked Emma

"No, he will not. I'll make sure that you only feel pleasure. Trust 
me!"

"But what if he doesn't like me? He might not speak to me or look at 
me" asked Emma, fiddling with the belt.

"He will, I promise. Or we'll find someone who does." She stood, making 
for the door. "Tell you what, we'll start with kissing. That'll tell 
us. You give me a thumbs up sign if you think he likes you!"

"OK, it's a deal" said Emma, pleased that they had a secret to share.

"Let's meet Maria. She's going to play the part of the teacher." They 
left the room and walked across the corridor, entering another suite 
without knocking. Emma saw a young boy sitting quietly on the sofa 
dressed in shorts and a T-Shirt. His dark hair, handsome face and 
smooth skin pleased her. He smiled. Emma's heart thumped briefly in her 
chest as she realised that this was the other film star. Next to him 
was a young girl, older she thought than Lauren, with long, dark 
straight hair and a cheeky, rounded face with big dark eyes. She looked 
slightly Spanish and her features were perfect. She wore a robe as well 
and Emma noticed the shape of her left breast where the sides parted. 
She glanced nervously at Juan and the girl, judging whether they were 
likely to hurt her in any way.

After introductions, the children were led through into the main 
bedroom. Emma noticed that there were two or three spotlights already 
set up and a microphone dangled from the light fitting above the bed. 
Two cameras were also mounted on tripods.

Dolores took them by the arms and led them to the bed while Maria 
checked the cameras. One of them whirred briefly as a little red light 
shone on the side.

"Now, we'll do the story in bits. Emma, you get into bed, with the robe 
on, and pretend to be asleep. Then I'll come in with Juan and wake you 
up. I'll tell you about the lesson and show you both how to kiss, OK?"

"Yep. Don't I have to learn any lines or anything?" asked Emma.

"No, sweety, you'll do fine without them, I'm sure."

"OK" said Emma with a shrug, pulling the crisp cotton covers back and 
slipping into the big, king-sized bed. She shut her eyes and pulled the 
sheets tight up to her chin while Dolores whispered to Juan. She felt 
the lights come on and hid deeper in the pillow. Maria stood by the 
bed, ready for action, waiting for Dolores to start the second camera.

Maria walked up to the bed. "Here we are then, this is Emma's bedroom. 
Are you ill, Emma?" Emma nodded. "Oh dear, well we can't interrupt your 
school work just because you're ill. I've brought Juan here so we can 
continue our lessons! Here he is."

Juan sat down on the bed next to Emma and looked down at her. She 
turned to him and looked at his tanned face. He was smiling and Emma 
thought he looked like a nice young man. She felt easier now she could 
see him and smiled back, slightly nervous but nonetheless a genuine 
reaction.

"Now" said Maria, "I'll sit between you two and we can start today's 
lesson." As she sat the robe parted, giving the camera a view between 
her legs. She turned to Juan. "Now, let's learn today how to kiss, 
shall we? Juan, kiss me while Emma watches". Juan leaned forward and 
kissed her lightly on the lips. Maria responded and took his face in 
her hands, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She moved her legs 
slightly so that more was exposed to the camera's eye and they kissed 
with varying degrees of passion for almost two minutes.

"Oh, Juan, you kiss beautifully, I'm getting quite wet. Now, you watch 
while I see how Emma does." She looked down as Emma leaned up 
voluntarily, their lips meeting halfway in the gentlest of kisses. She 
touched the side of Emma's face, kissing her forehead, her cheeks and 
making her way slowly back to her lips. Emma's enthusiasm was obvious 
in her response as she mimicked Maria's hands and actions, feeling her 
tongue and licking around her lips. Maria pushed the sheets down 
slightly, and as Emma lay back, she kissed her neck, ears and cheeks as 
she made her way slowly down to her chest.

"Oh wow, Emma, you're so good at that. Have you had lessons before?" 
Emma shook her head. "Well, now let's make sure you two can kiss 
properly before we begin the next stage of our lesson today." She 
climbed over to the other side of Emma as Juan leaned over and kissed 
Emma's lips. His breath was sweet and Emma felt the beginnings of 
arousal between her legs. He smiled as he kissed her again, making 
Emma giggle as she reached up and pulled his head towards her. Her 
nervousness melted away with the gentle, caring touch of his lips and 
the knowledge that this was the first boy who had really kissed her.

Desperately trying to look serious again, Juan laid down beside her as 
he concentrated his kisses on her neck and moved over to her shoulder. 
Emma lay back on the pillow and ran her fingers through his hair, 
feeling down over his shoulders, noting every feature for later 
reference. He moved above her chest, parting the robe a little as she 
lifted herself slightly off the bed. She felt his warm breath on her 
skin as he ventured nearer her nipples. He lapped gently at the 
swelling of her breast and she gasped at the feeling, her mouth open 
and surprise in her wide eyes.

His tongue moved slowly across her chest, up the tiny hillock of her 
breast and swirled around her aching nipple. She looked down almost in 
panic as he toyed with her, the strength of feeling a shock to her 
young system. She was surprised how erect her nipples were, and watched 
as his tongue wrapped around, probing and pushing, flicking as his 
hands gripped her waist strongly. Emma looked around the room as he 
explored her chest, thinking about the cameras and making sure that 
there was only Dolores and Maria watching. She smiled at Maria who 
slipped back onto the bed behind her. Maria cradled her head in her 
hands, slipping underneath her so that she could rest on her lap. Emma 
looked up and saw her smiling down at her, encouragement on her face. 
She leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead just as Juan pushed 
the sheets slightly lower.

"Oh well, I think you can both kiss very well. We don't need to do any 
more of that lesson!" Emma gave her a dejected look, pouting like a 
child. "Well, maybe a little more later." Maria winked at Emma, 
reassuring her that she would look after her. "Do you want to have a 
little rest?' asked Maria. Emma concluded that the pace of the film was 
going to be fine and shook her head silently. "Good, now, let's see if 
you can touch each other. Juan, have you done that before?" she asked, 
kneeling in front of him.

"Once." Both children looked embarrassed and Emma watched as Juan 
blushed. Her eyes followed his form down across his waist until she saw 
the bulge in his shorts. A light-headed feeling swept through her as 
she realised that this truly was going to be a lesson for her.

"Good! And what about you, Emma?"

"Same. Just once."

"OK, so I'll start again and show you how to touch Juan. Ready?" They 
both nodded and Maria kissed him once again, running her hand 
underneath his T-Shirt as she felt lower and lower, down towards his 
shorts. Her robe had fallen open completely now, and her firm rounded 
breasts stood out proudly, her classic figure tanned and perfectly 
proportioned down to her tight buttocks and the hint of dark pubic hair 
between her legs. Emma thought of Lauren and what she must look like, 
an urge to reach out and touch Maria growing all the time. He moaned 
slightly as she unzipped the fly and flicked the button of his 
waistband. The shorts were tight and she had to help them over his 
hips. Emma saw his cock spring out of its little prison as Maria pushed 
his shorts to his knees. Emma gasped. His balls hung loosely below him, 
swaying slightly.

"Now do the same to me, Juan" said Maria, reveling in the feeling of 
his warm cock in her hand. He was less expert, almost pushing her over 
as he parted the gown again, but she had no knickers on and his hand 
located her pussy quickly. The look on her face told Emma that he 
hadn't really much idea what to look for, and as though she had thought 
out loud, Maria sat and directed him between her legs.

"Juan, here's my pussy. These are the lips, and you can see how wet 
they are. You can touch them." He felt his way along her thighs and 
touched the lips gently. "Emma, you can do the same now." Doing as she 
was told, she touched the hot flesh and smiled as she felt the 
slipperiness of the young folds. "Very good Emma." Maria raised her 
bottom slightly towards the camera as Emma's fingers rested on her 
thigh. "Can you see how my pussy is opening? Look, see the lips moving 
apart to let the insides come out and play?" Emma nodded as her 
fingertips ran along the pink flesh of her sex. "We need to get your 
pussy ready like mine, OK?" asked Maria.

"I feel really warm, you know, already!"

"Course you do. Shall we let Juan make you feel even nicer?" Emma 
nodded, shifting under the sheets as her thighs clasped together.

"OK, now, lying side by side, let's start by kissing and progress to 
touching each other, OK?" They nodded. Juan pulled his shorts back up 
and adjusted his T-Shirt.

Emma kicked the sheets away and waited as Juan took his position 
alongside her. She felt the heat of the lights on her face and 
stretched out contentedly, almost oblivious now of the silent cameras. 
They kissed. Emma was beginning to enjoy the way he pushed his tongue 
into her mouth, the warm slippery feel of it against her own was new 
and exciting. She pulled him close to her chest until he was against 
her stiff nipples. His hand started it's trek south, caressing her 
waist and bottom as the robe parted. He fumbled with the belt, tugging 
it in vain until he gave up and bypassed it, pushing her robe over her 
bottom and coaxing her legs apart. Emma took his cue and reached down 
to his shorts, easing the waistband over his hips, feeling occasionally 
to see if his cock had emerged from inside.

Emma flinched suddenly as though retreating from a frisky dog, then 
moved her hand again to the tip of his cock, fascinated by the warmth 
of it and the strange way the skin moved over its hard length. She 
delighted in the slipperiness of the bulbous end as she traced her 
finger around it and wondered if it was like that because of her or 
Maria. He moaned slightly and stopped kissing her, gripping her arm 
tightly as if in pain. His fingers touched her slit, feeling her 
arousal as he explored between her thighs and pussy lips, down to her 
bottom and back up the top of her vagina. He groaned again, laying back 
on the pillows as though defeated.

"Juan, are you OK?" asked Maria.

"I'm going to come. I'm sorry!" he said, clearly embarrassed.

"No problem, Emma can help you. Let's just re-arrange ourselves, shall 
we?" Maria shed her robe and leaned back against the headboard of the 
bed. Her breasts were crowned by taught nipples that invited the 
children closer. She positioned Emma between her legs, facing the 
camera. "Can you kiss me in this position?" she asked. Emma leaned back 
and stretched to meet her lips. Maria's hands covered her tiny breasts 
and tweaked her nipples. Emma parted her legs in response, her right 
hand moving unconsciously down between her legs to attend to the 
desires building in her pussy.

"OK, Emma, bend your knees and Juan, you kneel between them. Closer, 
so that Emma can hold your cock. Lovely." She waited while Dolores 
positioned one of the cameras again, then nodded at Juan. "Emma, hold 
his cock while you kiss me. I'll tell you when to look at him coming." 
Emma pushed back in between Maria's firm breasts and kissed her, a 
string of saliva quite clear as their lips parted for breath. Her heart 
beat strongly, surely, as she relaxed in the older girl's arms, 
reassured by the warmth of her embrace and the excitement of the 
afternoon.

She took Juan in her hands and made a bad job of bringing him to 
orgasm. Juan started to rock backwards and forwards between her hands, 
gripping her knees tightly as his movements became stronger. "Emma, 
watch. He's going to come over you and me. Spread it over your boobs 
when he does!"

With pain etched across his face, he spurted wildly into the air, 
great globs of cum hitting both Maria and Emma. Maria moaned as he shot 
again and again, Emma joining in after a while thinking it was the 
right sound to make. They spread the white liquid around, Maria rubbing 
her sticky hand over Emma's breasts as he continued to pump cum onto 
her pussy. Dolores took one of the cameras off the tripod and took a 
close-up of Emma's sticky pussy while Juan still held his cock in his 
hand. Eventually, he relaxed and lay on his back, holding Emma's leg. 
She watched his cock slowly lose its potency, rolling over his stomach 
and then falling back down between his legs. She giggled a little as 
she saw streaks of cum almost everywhere she looked. Dolores beckoned 
him away from the bed for a brief rest while Emma lay next to Maria and 
listened to the next set of instructions.

"Now, I'm going to make you come just like he did. Will that be nice?" 
asked Maria, trailing her fingers through the white streaks on her 
chest.

"Mmm, I think so." said Emma, a little of her nervousness returning. 
She watched as Maria touched her breast gently, toying with her tiny 
nipple as she flicked it and squeezed it gently. They kissed, slowly 
and longingly while Maria explored further, moving her fingers past her 
navel and down to her cum-soaked labia. Emma closed her eyes and smiled 
slightly as she parted her legs. With every movement Emma felt new, 
increasingly strong sensations, each one adding a little to the 
bubbling inside her that made her feel light-headed. She felt Maria's 
head move over her breasts, her tongue tickling slightly as she circled 
her navel, trailing through the cum as she found her clitoris, begging 
for attention. Maria shifted her body like a sloth, crawling around to 
take up a position between her raised knees. Emma saw that she was 
tanned everywhere, just as she was. Her legs were petite but well 
muscled leading to a rounded bottom and a graciously curved back. Her 
hands parted Emma's legs and held them wide apart while her little pink 
tongue moved along the inside of her thighs towards her knees. Emma 
whimpered as though reminding her that she was going the wrong way.

Maria ran her hands along her legs to her feet, holding them tightly as 
she introduced her tongue between her toes. Emma shivered with pleasure 
as she felt a toe disappear inside the girl's mouth while a hand 
caressed her legs and thigh. She wanted to shout out, demand that she 
stop the torment and concentrate on her pussy, but instead she 
continued to revel in the purity of the feeling as she became wetter 
and wetter. Maria found another streak of cum on her leg and rubbed it 
around with the palm of her hand.

Emma caressed her legs slowly, reaching down to push her middle finger 
inside her opening, finding the remnants of Juan's cum and spreading it 
around. Her orgasm was building and she now recognised the signals that 
told her that relief was on the way. She was elated, and even more 
thankful as Maria raised her bottom and pushed a pillow underneath her. 
The feel of the cool cotton against her bottom and the wanton disregard 
for her own modesty made her cry out, pleading for release. She tugged 
the pillow tight between her legs.

"Not yet, my precious. The best is yet to come!" said Maria, licking 
her way back from her feet, up her thighs and around her labia. Emma 
twitched and turned, desperately trying to force Maria's tongue away 
from her labia and into her vagina. But Maria took her time, dribbling 
over her clitoris and mingling her saliva with Juan's own lubrication, 
then pushing her left hand underneath Emma's bottom, holding her higher 
in the air. With great deliberation, she touched her anus with her 
finger, checking to see if Emma would object. When her smile simply 
grew, she pushed in slightly and returned her attention to licking her 
inner lips. From below her clitoris, she traced the shape of her sex, 
almost tickling along the folds of skin to the bottom of her vagina, 
then round and back to the top, deliberately avoiding the exposed bud. 
She repeated her torment several times, pushing deeper inside her 
bottom with every circuit. Judging that Emma was almost in pain, she 
slowly slipped her index finger into her pussy while breathing gently 
over her clitoris. Emma raised her hips immediately, thrusting up high 
off the bed, whimpering in distress as both fingers penetrated further. 
Her hips started a rocking motion, backwards and forwards against the 
fingers in angry desperation. Maria felt the contractions on both 
fingers and decided to take her sailing over the precipice. She flicked 
at her clitoris and traced tight circles around the bulb, under the 
little hood and then kissed her, sucking her clitoris firmly while her 
tongue probed at it. Emma writhed on the bed, holding Maria's head in 
case she stopped and then groaned madly as she entered heaven. Maria 
stayed between her flailing legs, trying to keep her on the bed as she 
continued to suck her and push into her with two rigid fingers.

She came down so slowly that a look of concern developed on Maria's 
face. Emma rolled onto her side and curled up, her eyes closed. Maria 
lay down behind her, pulling her close as she put her arm around her 
waist and nestled into her neck. A tear rolled down Emma's cheek and 
soaked into the pillow. She had never experienced anything as beautiful 
before and was frightened that somehow, for some strange reason, it was 
naughty, or wrong, even plain dangerous to feel so good. A thought 
crossed her mind that possibly she only had a certain amount of 
pleasure inside her, and she may have used up a big chunk of it just 
then. The idea faded as she wrapped her arms across Maria's pulling 
tightly as if to say thank-you. Maria looked up at the camera and 
signaled with a hand movement across her throat. She then took the 
covers and tucked Emma into the bed, slipping away quietly to join 
Dolores.

A hour later, Emma woke to find Maria sitting next to her, smiling down 
with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Hey, rise and shine. We've got a 
little more to do this afternoon. This time with Juan again. You've 
both had a rest so this should be easy!" Emma smiled up at her, propped 
herself up on an elbow and took the coffee. Maria had a robe on but she 
could still see her wonderful breasts. "Did you enjoy yourself this 
morning?"

"Oh, yes. You were wonderful. I've never felt like that before. 
Nobody's ever done that to me!" she said, brushing the hair from her 
face. She thought the cameras were still switched on.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You're a very good actress, and a very pretty 
one too!"

"I didn't say much - you know - like actresses do" she said sipping the 
hot drink noisily. Her stomach rumbled and she giggled.

"You did very well. In the next bit, we'll still do the teacher stuff, 
and I'll pretend I'm teaching you how to make love to a boy. That'll be 
fun as well. Then you can both have a bath and then it'll be time to 
go. Take your time with the coffee." She stood and went into the 
lounge, the robe parting to show a flash of her thigh. Emma could hear 
Juan's voice as he laughed and they chatted away. The lights had been 
turned off and Emma snuggled up, dripping her coffee on the sheets.


Chapter 17

Twenty minutes later, Emma lay naked once again on the bed, with Juan 
next to her. She looked down to see his cock bulging as it bobbed up 
and down as though waving to her. He put her arm around her shoulder 
and pulled her closer to him. The feeling of nearness to him excited 
her, the feeling of his hard cock pressed against her stomach new and 
flattering. Again she reveled in the new found sensations that her 
young body continually experienced that afternoon.

"Hey, hold on you two. Let me do my bit! I think I'll change it 
slightly because there doesn't seem much need to show you two what to 
do, now does there?" she grinned. The children laughed and hugged each 
other tighter. "Oh, just look at your cock, Juan. It's so big and hard. 
And ready for action, right?" said Maria.

"It had a good rest, that's why!" said Juan, looking up at Maria's 
naked body as she stood over them. She jumped onto the bed and sat on 
her heels. Her pussy lips were slightly open and her breasts stayed 
firmly in place. She brushed her straight hair back from her face and 
looked down at their bodies. She touched his cock and it sprang to 
attention.

Maria looked at Emma. "Isn't that lovely?"

"Mmm!" said Emma, grinning.

"Lights, let's go!" said Maria, swinging in between them and sitting 
against the headboard. She paused, waiting for Dolores to nod at her. 
"OK, now here's the next lesson. We need to make sure that you can both 
make love properly. Emma, you sit on the edge of the bed and watch 
while I make sure that Juan does it properly" she said, changing places 
with Emma. She lay on her back and guided Juan between her raised 
knees. He poked at her opening unsuccessfully while Maria moaned for 
the benefit of the viewers back home. "Emma, guide him in!"

Emma leaned across and took his cock in her hand, not sure herself 
exactly where it should go. She placed the head at what looked like the 
entrance to her vagina and pulled the foreskin back, allowing the big 
purple head to nestle between her lips. His cock jerked to her touch, 
moving around and throbbing between her little fingers. She looked at 
Maria's pussy and smiled, liking the way his cock finally entered her. 
She noticed the effort the lips made as they gripped him on the way in, 
almost uncurling again on the way out, and the inverted V of the hood 
of her clitoris and its delicate pale pink nodule that she knew 
controlled everything that mattered. Juan pumped quickly, anxious to 
show them both his expertise. But Maria was wary of letting him come 
inside her, so leaned up to signal the end of that part of the lesson.

The girls swapped places again, Emma's pussy flooding with juices as 
the expectation of orgasm grew with every kiss that Maria laid on her 
little breasts. Emma felt the proud tip of Juan's cock against her 
vagina and reached to guide it slightly lower as he started to push 
into her. Emma reached up and pulled Maria to her, their lips brushing 
gloriously as their warm breath mingled and their senses combined.

She felt him pushing awkwardly against her pussy lips, the angle wrong 
to make it pleasurable. She shifted on the bed, helping him as he 
stroked deeper and deeper inside her. She broke her embrace with Maria 
and looked down, marveling as she saw the long length of his cock 
disappearing again and again between her legs - face beaded with sweat 
and taught arm muscles as he supported himself between her legs.

Emma floated back into her embrace, feeling the boy pushing in and out 
of her with a strong steady rhythm that she knew would take her with it 
up and beyond the earth. She kissed Maria harder now, pushing her 
tongue between her lips like a woman of twice her age, seeking out her 
breasts and teasing the nipples with her fingers. Juan's insistence 
grew stronger. Maria knew that they were both close to coming and 
straddled Emma, still facing Juan. She lowered her hot pussy onto 
Emma's face so that her tongue could explore the inner reaches of her 
dripping sex.

Juan's rhythm faltered and he grunted loudly, stopping as he shot his 
seed into Emma, then slowly picked up the rhythm again to pound away 
frantically, impregnating her as deeply as possible while Emma tasted 
yet another brand new experience. He shook, shouting, stopping and 
starting in his rhythm as his strokes became almost punishing, milking 
himself to the last drop as he filled her deep inside. He collapsed 
onto his side, pulling her with him. Emma whined, thrusting her hips 
against his cock but to no avail.

"Oh please, don't leave me now!" she moaned, pushing Maria off her 
face. Maria looked down and saw that Juan had shrunk to the point of 
being out of action for a while. She swung off Emma and motioned Juan 
to join her down between Emma's legs.

"Let's give her something to remember!" she said, smiling and leading 
the way down to her pussy. She licked over the top of her clitoris, 
nipping and kissing her little bud as she ventured between the fully 
exposed opening to her vagina. The tiny dark tunnel was clearly obvious 
as Maria pushed her legs flat on the bed and Juan licked her clitoris. 
Emma moaned, trembling almost immediately as the build-up of her orgasm 
continued from where it had been interrupted. Maria directed him to lie 
alongside her and slip his hands under her bottom. He then grabbed her 
cheeks and pulled them apart, his middle fingers finding the puckered 
little hole and teasing it. Maria returned to her clitoris and licked 
and probed madly, alternating between kissing it and licking it with 
her tongue flat against her pussy, dribbling all the time as she made 
the girl tremble and shake. A spasm went through Emma as Maria sucked 
her clitoris once again, her vaginal muscles expelling a tell-tale 
trace of cum that Juan had thoughtfully left inside her. Maria 
continued, licking and kissing, nodding at Juan as he introduced a 
finger into her bottom, moving it around in circles as it disappeared 
inside the teenager. Suddenly she came, her labia pulsing visibly as 
her hips rose off the bed and spurts of cum trickled out of her pussy, 
down onto Juan's fingers. Emma shrieked as the pleasure crashed through 
her. Maria continued to lick her clitoris as she thrust her hips 
backwards and forwards, helping Juan deeper and deeper into her 
clenching asshole with every stroke. After almost a minute she 
collapsed on the bed, flinching as the boy finally removed his finger. 
She stroked Maria's long dark hair as the ministrations to her pussy 
slowed and breathed deeply. Her hand traveled slowly down her stomach 
and cupped her soaked pussy. Maria crawled up the bed and held Emma 
tight in her arms, kissing her forehead as she pulled her head against 
her shoulder.

They rested together on the bed, warm and satisfied until Maria sat up. 
"Is it still dripping out of you?" she asked. Emma sat up and looked 
down. There wasn't much to see, so she wiped her hand over her pussy.

"No, think it's all gone. There was so much inside me!"

"We ought to have a bath then we can go home." said Maria, wandering 
off into the bathroom. Emma turned to Juan and looked into his eyes. 
They smiled, reaching out to touch each other like two young lovers. 
"Let's just get washed!" said Maria, returning with her robe tied 
tightly around her waist. She dropped their towels on the bed. "No more 
love making, I'm afraid. Maybe we'll have some other lessons another 
day." She led the way into the bathroom, the camera and one light 
following. Emma tested the water and agreed that it wasn't too hot. The 
children dropped their robes and both stepped into the bath. Juan's 
cock had sprung into life and Emma giggled at the sight of it bobbing 
in front of her.

"Not again, surely?" she said, laughing as Juan smiled at her.

"I can't help it. It loves your pussy!"

"It needs a wash. Come here!" Without any direction from Maria, Emma 
knelt and lathered her hands. She covered his cock in soap and moved 
her hand up and down, gripping him tightly while watching the big 
bulbous end pop out from between her fingers. She paid attention to his 
balls and anus, soaping generously and then splashing him with water. 
He grabbed the soap from her, pulling her up.

"Turn round" he said. He rubbed the soap over her back, down around her 
waist and up to her breasts, covering her in bubbles. He then knelt and 
soaped her bottom, pushing her legs apart slightly as the bar found its 
way between her legs and over her bottom and pussy. She was feeling 
very sensitive and flinched as he pushed a little too hard against her. 
His finger once again found her bottom, and pushed in slightly before 
Emma twitched in protest. As he stood up, he pulled her towards him, 
nestling his cock between her legs before caressing her breasts and 
neck. Emma leaned back and slid against his soapy body, smiling as she 
did with her eyes closed, gripping his hips and savouring the feel of 
his warm manhood pushing between her legs.

"I'm a bit sore down there!" she whispered as his hands slipped over 
her stomach and found her labia.

"Ah, so there you are!" shouted Maria, pretending to come into the 
bathroom. "Getting clean are you. Did you say you were sore? I'm not 
surprised, such a young pussy like yours and all that attention." Maria 
let the robe slide from her shoulders and reached out for Juan's hand 
that covered the little girl's mound. She swung one leg over the bath 
and sat on the edge, touching Emma's legs gently, spreading the soap 
over her. Dolores squeezed further into the room, catching some of the 
action in the bathroom mirror. Maria brought her soapy hand down to her 
own pussy and rubbed lewdly. "Let's make him come one more time to 
finish off the lesson!" she suggested. She wet her hands properly in 
the water and lathered her body, watching Emma and Juan all the time as 
they gently kissed and caressed.

"Now, Juan. Put one leg on the edge of the bath, and Emma and I will 
make you come like never before. Emma, watch how I suck him and see of 
you can do the same, OK?" They pushed Juan back against the wall, 
giving them just enough room to both get in the bath, one on either 
side of him. His cock was almost limp, and Maria rinsed it before 
slowly peeling back his foreskin with her thumb and finger. She licked 
the knob with her tongue.

"Try?" she asked. Emma leaned forward and her tongue darted from her 
mouth, pink and warm, intent on savouring him as he grew in strength. 
Her tongue flickered around him, cautiously tasting the soap and saliva 
of his domed manhood. Maria took hold of him in her hand and coaxed the 
blood supply with gentle strokes. "Hold his balls, gently for now." 
Emma did as ordered, holding him as she watched Maria taking him again 
in her mouth. He was almost fully erect and veins bulged along the 
length of his shaft. She watched in awe as Maria almost swallowed him, 
wondering where on earth it could go. Juan moaned loudly as Maria bit 
around his purple knob, then licked along his length before allowing 
him to sink deeply once again into her mouth. "Feel my tits, Emma, soap 
them, squeeze them! Do anything you want to me!" she mumbled as her 
head bobbed up and down. Emma wet her breasts and covered them in 
bubbles, paying special attention to her nipples. But she was more 
interested in Juan's huge weapon, and looked longingly at the end as it 
emerged from Maria's wet mouth and plunged back in again, stroke after 
stroke. Maria caught her mood.

"OK, let's share. Let's both suck him at the same time!" she said, 
positioning herself so that Emma could suck him and the camera could 
get a good angle. As his groans became more insistent, Maria licked her 
finger and sought his anus, trailing along the cleft between the cheeks 
of his bottom until she found her goal. Without pause for ceremony, she 
pushed hard inside him, making him lean forward, eyes screwed up as his 
hips jerked madly. "Lick, don't take him in your mouth now!" said Maria 
as she licked around the end of his cock, her tongue entwining with 
Emma's. A trace of thick white cum emerged, spreading quickly over the 
lips of both girls, followed by pure anguish on his face. Maria rammed 
her finger as far as she could inside him and Emma took hold of his 
balls once again. After many deep strokes, the first jet of cum shot 
out, striking Emma on the forehead. A second, third and then countless 
others pumped from his shaft, hitting them at random, the white liquid 
delighting them both as it ran down their faces towards their hands and 
his red cock. Maria licked her lips, grinning at Emma as she teased the 
last drop out of the young boy. Emma copied, licking obscenely around 
her lips, scooping up the drops for further analysis.

Maria very slowly removed her finger, a final spurt emerging from him 
as her finger saw light again. He fell to his knees and wiped his brow 
with the back of his arm before slipping down in the bath with them 
while it filled with warm water. Emma swung round and leaned back 
against Juan, while Maria sat at the other end, her feet on the side of 
the bath to give the children more room. Emma saw the trail of thick 
cum on Maria's face and suspected correctly that she looked similar.

"That's the end of today's lesson. Was that fun?" she smiled, 
embarrassed by the words she had to say for the sake of the film. Emma 
leaned back and kissed Juan. He held her round the waist and squeezed 
her tightly. "OK, that's it, thank you Dolores. Lights!"

As the lights dimmed they felt cold. Emma also had a sense of 
nakedness, a sense of return to normality. Surveying the scene, she was 
almost surprised to find herself in a bath with two strangers. She 
wondered what had been caught by the camera. Had she really let them 
see her pussy? But there was no disguising the fact that inside, she 
felt warm, even heated, mellowed by the loving that had been lavished 
on her by the others. She could quite easily have leaned on his 
shoulder and slept. Instead, Maria marshaled them out of the bathroom, 
told them to get dressed and meet her in the other room. Juan finished 
first and slipped out of the door. When Emma joined him, he already had 
an envelope.

"Hey, you're lovely. See you again?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss 
her then thinking better.

"Hmm. I'd like to" she replied, squeezing his waist.

"Great, I'll be in touch, bye" he said, waving as he opened the door. 
Emma stared in disbelief as the door shut.

"I thought, you know, that we could, er ..." stammered Emma, turning to 
Maria.

"There'll be other times, other people. Now don't worry. Here's your 
money. There's five hundred dollars there, a bit more than we promised" 
said Maria, handing her the envelope. A smile returned slowly to Emma's 
face.

"Oh, thanks, that's plenty. I'm sure her ticket won't be that much, you 
know!"

"Would you like to do some more films? You really are quite excellent, 
and such a pretty, intelligent girl." Maria sat on the sofa, patting 
the seat next to her. Emma sat, considering her position.

"Well, I only really did it for the money, but it was fun, and I do 
like Juan."

"When you come and see the film, you know, to approve it, we'll have 
another talk. You don't have to, but I think you could be on your way 
to becoming quite famous!"

They left the room, Maria helping her into a taxi from those parked 
waiting outside the hotel. Within twenty minutes she was back at 
Cressida's house, and on the phone to Lauren. That evening, Emma 
casually gave her the money, saying that she had put it in her bank 
ages ago, and didn't need it. Lauren needed some persuasion to take it, 
but once convinced, she was eternally grateful, kissing her head as she 
dreamed of seeing Nikki sooner than she had thought possible. The girls 
ventured out to the town the next day and changed the money at the post 
office. The draft joined a letter to Nikki that evening, and was at San 
Serra airport within three days. Nikki had the plane tickets in her 
hands five days later. Fourteen and a half hours after that, she 
touched down in San Falino, land of sun, sand, sea and ..... A Visitor 
from Switzerland


Chapter 18

For the first time in many years, Lauren saw the sun rise. The great 
yellow orb pushed into the sky lazily, greeting her with a warmth and 
welcome that she found almost endearing. It was seven o'clock, and time 
to wake Emma, who would keep her company on the way to the airport. She 
knew they were both tired having spent a long evening clearing out the 
spare room of all the stored food and pushing it into the garage, but 
the journey might wake them up and she was so excited to think that 
Nikki was probably circling the coast of South America at that moment. 
Perhaps she too had found someone to confide in during the journey.

Lauren had decided to wear jeans and a T-Shirt that morning as it was 
sure to be what Nikki was wearing. Emma settled for a plain pale blue 
skirt, flip flops and a white blouse. Neither girl had even considered 
wearing a bra.

Lauren recognised little on the way to San Serra, but thankfully it was 
well signposted and she knew they were headed in the right direction as 
they passed the waste ground where she had first tried the car. She 
wondered if she should get a local driving licence and decided to 
investigate the next day. She could take Nikki and Emma down to the 
Post Office and find out what she needed to do. A series of pot holes 
slowed their progress as they got within the city limits, all on their 
side of the road. It looked as though they had been made deliberately, 
a view that was confirmed by temporary traffic lights ahead and a small 
excavator rumbling along the road. The lights took a full ten minutes 
to change, causing Lauren to worry about meeting the plane. They 
crawled past the excavations, not a workman in sight.

The car park was in a remote corner of the airfield, nowhere near where 
Gustav had left the car, and they had to wait for a bus to take them to 
the terminus. By the time they arrived, the plane (according to the 
arrivals board) had been on the ground almost thirty minutes. Lauren 
looked ahead to the immigration area and saw Nikki, looking out onto 
the tarmac. She walked up to her, forgetting about Emma, and tapped her 
shoulder.

Nikki shrieked and hugged her tight. She stood back and took another 
look. "Wow, just look at you!"

"What?" said Lauren, smiling and looking down at her feet.

"You're so tanned. God, you make me sick. Why aren't you scrubbing 
floors all day?"

"No need. Hey, this is Emma. Emma, Nikki." They smiled at each other. 
Lauren sampled the body language and breathed a sigh of relief. "Got 
all your stuff? Good, come on, only three hours to the car!"

Nikki looked at Emma as Lauren strode off towards the exit. "What is 
she going on about?"

"It's the heat!" said Emma, taking her hand luggage and lumbering after 
Lauren.

Nikki rattled on all the way home talking to both of them while 
admiring the countryside. Lauren concentrated on the road, driving well 
and keeping to the speed limit.

"Hey, have you passed your test?" asked Nikki.

"No, you don't need to!" replied Lauren, grinning. Nikki shook her head 
as though shocked. "Are you tired?" she asked as she pulled up at a 
cross-roads.

"Yeah, it's a long flight. It's three o'clock in the morning Swiss 
time. I would normally be thinking about going to bed." Nikki smiled, 
obviously delighted to be abroad and in their company. The journey was 
quick and they pulled up at the house within two hours.

"Oh wow, is this it?" she asked, studying the grounds as she pulled her 
suitcase from the back of the car.

"Yep, come on, I'll show you the spare room." said Emma, running on 
ahead. She unpacked and stuffed her clothing quickly into the drawers.

"Here, this is from your mother. I can't guess what it is but I'm sure 
it's both old fashioned and embarrassing!" Nikki watched as Lauren 
unwrapped the parcel, pulling out three pairs of white knickers that 
had come from a thrift shop no doubt, a letter and a brand new pale 
yellow cardigan. She threw the knickers on the bed and looked at the 
cardigan.

"Actually, it's quite nice" she said, nodding at the cardigan as she 
read the letter.

"Nice? Are you serious?" Nikki looked over her shoulder at the letter. 
"Any gossip, scandal?"

"It's a cake recipe" replied Lauren.

"The only scandal then is that cardigan!"

"Hey, I wear them now and again, you know" They giggled and Emma took 
them (and the cardigan) on a guided tour of the house. Nikki was most 
definitely impressed and jealous of her friend's lifestyle, facts that 
delighted Lauren.

"Now, this afternoon you can sleep, then maybe we'll go into town for a 
couple of hours, about five o'clock, then you can sleep again. Tomorrow 
you'll be fine." said Lauren, shooing her back into her room with a cup 
of coffee. "The bath's through here. All the bedrooms are arranged the 
same. You even get your own little lounge. TV is useless."

"Hey!" shouted Jamie.

"Oh good, he's back." She stuck her head into the hallway. "We're in 
the spare room!" she bellowed. She grabbed Nikki's hand dramatically. 
"I hoped you would see him today before you fell asleep" Nikki peered 
past her towards the door and saw Jamie as he entered the room.

"Hi, I'm Nikki, Lauren's friend." Lauren couldn't fail to notice the 
glazed, wishy-washy look in her eyes as she looked at Jamie. 'Oh God', 
she thought, 'here's another holiday romance that's going to end in 
tears.' Lauren really was astounded by the change in Nikki's demeanor 
as Jamie leant forward and kissed her cheek.

"Welcome to Boquette. Good flight?"

"Fine, thanks." Nikki's eyes dropped from his face to his chest.

Emma sniggered as their hands touched a moment longer than necessary. 
She also noticed Nikki's eyes reach her brother's navel.

"Let's leave Nikki to get some sleep" said Lauren, quickly stepping 
between Nikki and Jamie. "Then we can have breakfast together tomorrow 
morning." She shooed the children out before smiling once again at 
Nikki and stealing a kiss before closing her door.

"Oh, I'm so pleased she's here. Emma, thank you once again. It's a 
wonderful present." said Lauren putting her hands on her shoulders. 
Emma stepped forward and kissed her lips, lingering as her eyes 
fluttered closed. Lauren inhaled the scent of the girl, instantly 
entranced by the sensuous embrace. Her pussy tingled as their breasts 
touched through their clothing. Lauren felt giddy as she broke free, 
blinking as if to clear the fog that had swirled around them. She 
caught her breath. "A cold drink, I think. Yes, that's what we all 
need. A cold drink" she muttered, struggling to regain her composure. 
She made it to the lounge without spilling any, slumped onto the sofa 
and watched the news, almost fearful that Emma might join her.

After breakfast the following morning, the legendary Mr. Quintero 
arrived, sporting brown trousers and a black shirt with the most 
colourful bowtie in South America. He bubbled, full of news from the 
provinces, announcing the fate of several villagers to the north who 
had ventured in search of the Nationalists and found them, fought them 
and perished bloodily. He romaticised their death, glorifying the 
bloodshed that accompanied their untimely end. Emma sat in the kitchen, 
her mouth stuck open in horror as he told and embellished every detail 
of their suffering. How they had been creeping through the jungle one 
night when the foe had ambushed them, cutting them into pieces with 
swift strokes of long curved knives.

Mr. Quintero picked up the bread knife, making Emma squeal as he 
demonstrated how to behead someone.

"OK, that's plenty of that!" said Lauren, surprising herself with her 
authority in the house. "Now, you two have your lessons, and this 
morning Nikki and I are going into town." Brother and sister trooped 
out, following their lord and master.

Lauren shuddered, switched the coffee percolator on and checked the 
time. Nine o'clock was good for Nikki. They had visited the town the 
evening before, but by five thirty everything had shut and Boquette was 
not really known for it's night life. But Lauren had promised to take 
her down to the beach, maybe explore a little, and the fact that Emma 
and Jamie were having lessons all morning was wonderful.

She wandered back to her room and slipped out of the T-Shirt she had 
slept in and pulled on a white cotton blouse. She found a dry bikini 
and slipped into the briefs, leaving the top half on the bed for later. 
She did up two of the buttons on the blouse, making sure that while she 
looked covered from directly in front, anyone above or below her could 
see her tanned breasts in all their glory.

The house was quiet and she poured two cups of coffee before knocking 
quietly on Nikki's door. The room was dark and she saw Nikki curled up 
tightly on the far side of the big bed, her blonde hair spread across 
the pillow and the sheet just covering her shoulders. Lauren smiled as 
she recognised the majority of Nikki's possessions set out around the 
room. She put the coffee down on the bedside table and knelt by the 
bed, facing her back.

"Hey! Time to wake up!" she said quietly, hoping to wake her gently 
rather than make her shoot through the ceiling. "Nik! It's morning!" 
Nikki stirred and slept again. Lauren crawled up onto the bed and knelt 
beside her, gently touching her hair. "Hey, sleepy, time to go out and 
play!"

"No! I'm dreaming. Let me finish!"

"It's coffee time, then beach. Come on!" Lauren shook her shoulder, 
turning her onto her back. Nikki opened her eyes and looked up, smiling 
slightly, then examined the blouse and bikini that Lauren wore, a brief 
glance that Lauren noticed and enjoyed. Nikki rolled over onto her 
stomach, resting against Lauren's legs.

"You look nice." said Nikki, laying her head on Lauren's legs. Reaching 
behind for the coffee, she handed a cup to Nikki, making her sit up in 
bed. While she would love to have explored further the growing 
sensations caused by being alone once again with her, Lauren had 
planned other excitement for the day.

"Sorry about your dream! When you're ready we'll go the beach. Remind 
me to tell you about a boy I met on the plane and what we told each 
other."

"Dirty stuff?"

"Mmm, real dirty stuff!"

"Lori, where do you find all these people? They seem to come flocking 
to you. I can't understand it!"

Lauren left and tidied the kitchen, putting the bread knife carefully 
away in the drawer. Nikki surprised her by bounding into the kitchen 
half an hour later. She wore a T-Shirt and shorts, under which Lauren 
knew she had her bikini bottoms. They packed some food and drove off 
into Boquette where they bought some cheap local wine, cheese and fresh 
bread. Nikki also bought a local map, found the area that Lauren had 
mentioned, and gave directions as they set off on the first adventure 
they had ever had on their own in a car. As they left the outskirts of 
Boquette, Nikki immediately demanded the whole story of the boy on the 
plane. Lauren had just started when they pulled off the main route 
north and took a single track road to the coast.

"Oh wow, look down there!" exclaimed Nikki. Lauren pulled the car onto 
the scrub at the side of the road and look down the grey cliff to the 
sea fifty meters below. It was beautiful, and so deserted with no sign 
of life whatsoever. "Hey, I can see the road down. It snakes back and 
forth and ends up over there!" she said, pointing in front of them. 
Lauren set off slowly along the road as it turned into a dirt track and 
descended sharply towards the sea. She was relieved when the road 
leveled out and they were able to stop the car under the shade of some 
enormous cypress trees, within sight of the sand. They smiled at each 
other.

"You drive OK. I'm so surprised! I thought you'd be squashing all the 
locals!"

"Nope, no accidents yet!"

"No banging into everything while you dreamed about god knows what?" 
asked Nikki, jumping down onto the warm sand. They took their food and 
towels, locked the car and tip toed out onto the hot beach. They paused 
at the top of the sloping sand and surveyed the scene. To their right, 
the beach curved gently round to a rocky point that marked the end of 
the small bay. To the left the expanse of pure sand was broken in 
places by outcrops of the cliff and fallen rocks, no higher than two or 
three meters but spoiling the potential for a truly unbroken panorama. 
The white sand was blisteringly hot and seeped between their toes as 
they walked to the waves, the gentlest of cooling breezes playing in 
their hair.

Lauren looked around, checking the car behind her once again. "Shall we 
walk to the right and see what's at the end?"

"Or just climb over these rocks and sleep?" countered Nikki, indicating 
where her priorities lay.

"Allright" said Lauren, somewhat reluctantly. She knew that Nikki would 
walk with her anyway, and decided that maybe the privacy of the fallen 
rocks would make them feel like they had their own little beach. She 
looked and listened, delighted to note that she heard and saw nobody. 
Even though it was a weekday she had expected to see a few people. They 
clambered over the first rockfall and jumped back down onto the sand. 
The beach was spotless without a trace of litter. Only the occasional 
bit of seaweed marked where high tide was likely to be. After the 
second rockfall Lauren decided that they had come far enough, even 
though they were less than fifty meters from the car.

They settled against the rockface of the cliff and rolled the towels 
out on the sand. The sun was warm and they both shed their T- shirts 
quickly. Lauren looked over at Nikki, seeing her breasts swaying once 
again in front of her, the nipples on their way to becoming hard and 
aroused. She was pleased. There could be no doubt in either of their 
minds what was likely to happen. But Lauren had wanted the day to be 
perfect, as a big thankyou to Nikki for coming out so soon after she 
had left Switzerland. She glanced around and noted that the spot was 
perfect, more than she could have dared to hope for when she planned 
the day. The gentle slope of the shoreline reminded her of pictures of 
tropical islands, where palm trees fringed the white sand and a couple 
walked along hand in hand as the waves lapped at their feet.

On a more practical note, she looked up. The only possible chance of 
being seen was if someone ventured over the pile of rocks to their 
right. She soaked in the warmth of the sun, feeling the rays caress her 
limbs and warm her face as she closed her eyes and leaned her head 
back. The breeze kept her from over-heating, but she was aware of the 
strength of the sun, so delved into her bag and pulled out the cool 
suntan lotion that had been in the fridge overnight.

"Do me?" she asked, handing the bottle to Nikki. She turned her back on 
her without waiting for a response and pulled her knees up to her 
chest, wrapping her arms round as she waited for the cold shock of the 
lotion on her back. Nikki's hands felt comforting, sensuously covered 
in oil as they massaged her muscles and warm skin, pushing the slippery 
lotion up and along her shoulders, then down to her waist. She felt her 
fingers nudging under the waistband of her briefs and considered 
kneeling to let her take them down, but decided that they had plenty of 
time to take things slowly. Lauren swung round, grinning at Nikki as 
she parted her legs and drew closer. Nikki started at her shoulders 
again, descending slowly to oil her breasts and nipples. Her face and 
neck received attention, and then her navel and the top of her briefs.

"Up!" said Nikki, a blob of lotion on her fingers. Lauren stood while 
she oiled her thighs, down to her ankles. "Turn around!" The backs of 
her legs were covered, followed by her inner thighs and a little of her 
buttocks underneath her briefs. Nikki allowed her finger to brush her 
pussy for an instant before flipping the lid on the bottle. "All done, 
now me?"

Lauren repeated the process, covering Nikki's paler skin with a 
generous helping of cream, being less conservative about the areas she 
touched. Her hands wandered deep below her briefs and introduced a 
finger all the way along the valley between her buttocks. She popped 
the bottle back into the bag and lay back alongside Nikki, silent for 
some time, turning once or twice until Nikki became restless.

"Let's try the water!" Nikki suggested, jumping up and grimacing as her 
feet burned on the sand. She quickly sprang down to the water's edge 
and paddled while Lauren watched. She thought that she had lost some 
weight because in profile her bottom and thighs seemed thinner. Her 
breasts looked the same, large and pendulous as she leaned down and 
picked up a shell. Lauren joined her and they walked along the shore, 
the waves of the crystal clear water lapping at their feet as Lauren 
scanned the deserted clifftops. They were alone.

Plucking up courage, she took Nikki's hand, turned her round and pulled 
her closer. Their breasts met and Lauren felt the hot sensation of 
their bodies touching. She gulped at the absolute thrill that shot 
through her as the waves lapped at her feet and they kissed, their 
oiled skin slipping smoothly together. To her surprise, Nikki led her 
back to their towels, turned smiling at her and pulled down her bikini 
bottom. Lauren glanced around as though expecting to see a group of 
bystanders, but convinced yet again that the place was deserted, she 
stepped out of her tiny white briefs and took Nikki's hand again as 
they walked back into the water, both naked. 

The sensation of being naked outdoors made the blood surge through 
Lauren's body. She watched Nikki as she let go of her hand and swam, 
turning and smiling back at her. She could see the pale outline of her 
body as she trod water, her head bobbing up and down and her look of 
amazement as Lauren swam towards her.

"Hey, what about your ears?"

"They don't seem to get any problems now. Don't know why!" she said, 
testing the depth with her foot. She walked a little and again made 
sure that nobody was watching now they could see more of the other 
little beaches formed by the rockfalls. They swam away from their camp, 
heading for the next rockfall. Lauren was pleased that she could keep 
up with Nikki, and more than delighted to have found a beach that was 
so beautiful and unspoiled. As they neared the rock, she decided that 
it was time to rest, so pulled herself up out of the water and sat on 
the outcrop, glancing into the next beach to make sure that it too was 
unoccupied. Nikki joined her, dripping water onto the hot rock and 
watching it cascade back into the ocean. They leaned back, soaking up 
the sun gratefully as their breathing returned to normal.

Rested, they dropped onto the beach and walked hand in hand, exploring. 
Their nakedness forgotten, they chatted idly about the coast and 
country until Lauren mentioned that the whole area seemed dreamlike.

"Oh yeah, finish telling me about this man on the plane!" squealed 
Nikki.

"You'll never believe this, but he told me all about his girlfriend, 
and what they did the night before he left"

"What did you tell him?"

"About you and me"

"Oh thanks! Are you nuts?" she exclaimed.

"Hey, don't worry. I told him it was beautiful. And the whole idea was 
that we spent ten hours in each other's company, never having met 
before, and never to meet again"

Nikki looked concerned, stopping to look at the ground until Lauren 
told her the details of both stories. Lauren realised though that it 
had been silly to even mention it, knowing how much Nikki liked their 
affair to be private. She nestled into her and kissed her neck, sensing 
a movement of her head that said she was forgiven, then kissed up 
towards her ear. They walked again, hand in hand.

"Hey, have you ever thought that it would be good to go out with 
someone really old?" asked Nikki

"What, like twenty-something?"

"No! More like mid-thirties, even older?"

"Jeeze, you'd look so silly together. Everyone would look round" said 
Lauren, now deep in thought.

"OK, I know, but just think. They'd know everything about life. They'd 
have had sex thousands of times, maybe, and could teach you 
everything!"

Lauren stopped in her tracks and looked at Nikki. "I know what you 
mean. I really want to experience as much as possible. I think there 
must be so many things that I could be doing. When I find a husband, I 
want to be really good at everything. Not just sex."

"What, like cooking, house management?"

"Exactly. That's why this job is so useful, and I couldn't have found 
one that gave me more responsibility."

"Shame about the sex, then, eh?"

"Hmm."

"I know. On your wedding night, I could drop round and we could make it 
a threesome. Show him how experienced you are!" said Nikki.

"Great idea. No, really. There's more to life than what you learn at 
school."

"Wow, social issues on the beach. This is deep stuff!"

"I learned a lot with you." said Lauren, quietly.

"Me too" replied Nikki, seriously. " I can't imagine what it would be 
like not knowing you. I always smile at the naughty things we did." 
Nikki took her hand again. Lauren smiled, feeling the invisible bond 
between them strengthening with each step. "Emma is a beautiful girl"

"Hmm, she is." Lauren paused, trying to think of something innocent to 
say about her but her mind was a blank. She squeezed Nikki's hand as 
they ambled along, deciding that she wanted Nikki that instant. "Come 
with me" she whispered seductively, leading her down once more to the 
water's edge. They sat and watched the waves for a moment until Lauren 
leaned back and pulled Nikki down with her. This is what she had 
dreamed of, just like in the films she had seen. Two young lovers in 
the sun, naked, with waves lapping at their bodies as they kissed and 
caressed. Lauren felt the smoothness of her breast and toyed with her 
nipple as it rose to attention. Nikki closed her eyes and lay on her 
back, the water swirling at her feet and occasionally lapping at her 
thighs.


Chapter 19

Lauren kissed her lips lightly, tasting the suntan lotion on her tongue 
as she explored further, teasing her ears and neck and down quickly to 
her breasts. Nikki parted her legs and Lauren accepted the invitation 
to trail her tongue down her body, along her thigh and back round 
inside up to her vagina. Nikki grabbed her head and pushed her hard 
against her pussy, her actions rough and demanding as she bent her 
knees and Lauren knelt by her side. Lauren hadn't really thought about 
how she would bring her to orgasm when she planned the day, just that 
they would be beside the sea, hot and naked, but Nikki's movements 
indicated to her that she herself had ideas of her own. Lauren felt her 
right leg being moved towards Nikki's face and went with it, until she 
straddled her, offering her wet pussy to her face.

The urgency in Nikki's hands caused her own exploration to become 
fevered, her tongue moving up from her inner thighs onto her labia, 
around slowly in circles as she felt Nikki teasing her anus. Lauren 
moved closer to her inner sanctum, pushing her tongue against the 
gentle folds that marked the entrance, tasting the subtle mixture of 
suntan oil, sweat and sex as she pushed inside. Nikki gasped, parting 
Lauren's cheeks roughly with her hands, running her tongue back down 
from her anus and over her swollen lips. The sun warmed them both, 
causing little beads of perspiration to form over their entwined 
bodies.

Lauren shifted back a little, offering her clitoris to her tongue. They 
both trembled with the sheer power building up inside them, tonguing 
each others clitoris in the same languid, firm manner. Lauren 
introduced a finger slowly inside Nikki, careful not to push any sand 
inside her pussy as she stroked back and forth while Nikki reciprocated 
by toying with the entrance to her anus. Both girls sensed the 
imminence of their orgasms, and increased their loving with an urgency 
that was born out of love and pure desire. Lauren came first, her 
thighs gripping Nikki's shoulders as she valiantly tried to continue 
sucking Nikki's clitoris. Her finger plunged deep into her vagina as 
she felt Nikki push into her anus and then Nikki came, her muscular 
walls holding onto the finger making it almost impossible for Lauren to 
slip in a second alongside. She shook with the force of her release and 
felt the sea run through her hair and lap against Nikki's bottom. She 
rolled over on to her side, never letting go of Nikki, her body rigid 
and her mouth hard against her clitoris as Nikki shifted as well, 
burying her head between Lauren's legs as her finger twisted and 
turned, pushed and pulled inside her bottom. Their bodies regained the 
ability to move, and the aftermath washed over them, their hips bucking 
as though milking the very last precious drop of pleasure out of their 
mutual loving.

Slowly they disentangled, Lauren resting her head on Nikki's thigh so 
that she could see her beautiful pussy, the lips swollen and the 
entrance to her tunnel wet with satisfaction. Her thigh was smooth and 
warm against her cheek, and Lauren felt that she could curl up and go 
to sleep just lying there. She cuddled into her, feeling Nikki kissing 
her way closer to her pussy until she flicked at her labia, washing it 
like a cat might tend to her kitten.

They returned slowly to their camp, sunbathing for another half hour 
before Lauren made lunch - which really meant unwrapping the rolls and 
pouring a glass of wine. It seemed sensible to wear their T-shirts once 
again as the strength of the sun increased, but the bikini bottoms 
remained where they had left them. Lauren stretched out, propping 
herself up on an elbow while they talked, her T-Shirt riding erotically 
way up past her thigh, allowing both Nikki and the rays of the sun 
complete access to her thighs and her warm pussy.

Nikki brought Lauren up to date on the local news, of which there was 
very little. Lauren noticed as she talked that her whole demeanor had 
changed since they made love. She looked refreshed, relaxed and content 
with the world. Lauren was delighted and smiled at her lovingly, 
laughing with her and feeling totally at ease with her once again.

At just after one o'clock, they made their way back to the car, and 
forsaking their underwear yet again, drove back with only their T- 
shirts to hide the beginning of their complete tan. Lauren explained 
some of the differences between Switzerland and San Falino, especially 
in their house where the dress code seemed to be particularly lax.

"Yeah, I noticed!" commented Nikki.

"The children seem to be used to it, and don't let it affect them. 
Jamie was walking around the kitchen a few days ago with just his T-
Shirt on as though it was perfectly normal."

"Well, I suppose if Emma knows what's under there it doesn't matter too 
much. She'll have to learn one day." said Nikki.

"Nik, it's more relaxed than you think. I'm not sure how to put 
this...."

"What, you mean she's touched him or something? That happens, when 
children are growing up, especially brother and sister" Nikki looked at 
Lauren, waiting for a response. There was silence as Lauren 
concentrated on the empty road. "Oh no, is this going to be confession 
time?"

"I think so. Nik, I just can't think how it happened. It seemed right 
at the time..."

"What? She touched his cock?" Nikki paused looking at her closely. 
"Worse?"

Lauren nodded, pursing her lips. She glanced briefly at her, concern 
and embarrassment etched on her face. Taking a deep breath, she dived 
into the turmoil that had played on her mind for almost two weeks, 
narrating the visit to the doctors, the ointment and her failure to 
resist her urges. Nikki was silent. With another deep breath she told 
of Jamie and how she had found them on the sofa, their refusal to obey 
her, and how she had resorted to simply protecting Emma against 
pregnancy.

"Jeeze, Lori, this could have got you thrown in jail. What if someone 
had caught you all? What if what's-her-name had come back two minutes 
earlier?" Nikki looked straight ahead, slowly shaking her head. "Look, 
I know you well, don't forget that. I can also sense something else, 
even if you're not aware of it. You're becoming very fond of Emma, 
maybe to the point of obsession."

"Don't be stupid! They're my responsibility, that's all. I have to look 
after them!"

"Look, I'm not saying I would have, or could have, done anything 
different. The words you used when you told me about the ointment 
weren't clinical, they were warm, they had feeling and they showed you 
crossed the line between administering medicine and making love to her. 
You've got to be so careful or you'll disappear in a San Falino jail 
and never be found again!"

Lauren drove in silence, replaying her words time and again, cautious 
before replying to choose the correct level of concern without souring 
the vacation. "I know you're right, honestly. I don't love her, I just 
care for her so much."

Nikki stared out of the passenger window for a while, then turned back 
to her friend. "I didn't mean to sound cross. Just don't get caught, 
perhaps that's what I want to say. And get her on the pill, or you'll 
really need that emergency money!" Nikki smiled at her as she squeezed 
her leg. Lauren knew what she meant, what she had left unspoken. When 
they were Emma's age they had experimented together, involving her 
brother at one stage as they took a crash course in sex. Lauren had 
convinced herself many times that the episode had laid the foundation 
for their understanding and trust. What concerned her was that she had 
to repeatedly convince herself.

Lauren pulled into the driveway, stopped outside the house and switched 
off the engine. A glance over to Nikki reassured her that she had been 
absolutely correct to tell her everything. She looked down, humbled by 
her understanding, then leaned across slowly, her eyes fluttering 
closed as she neared, and kissed her lingeringly on the lips. She 
inhaled slowly, caressing her face gently with her hand, sensing the 
warmth of her tongue, the alcohol of the wine and the feint aroma of 
what had been her own sexual satisfaction. With her eyes closed, she 
was quite unaware of Emma in her bedroom, watching and waiting for her 
return.

"Lauren. hey, Lauren! Did you see the convoy?" asked Emma breathlessly.

"What convoy?"

"Troops, going up through Boquette. One of the cleaners said they were 
going to the North, ready for the election."

"No, we were on the beach. Didn't see anyone."

"It's so exciting, isn't it? I wonder what will happen tomorrow?" said 
Emma.

"Don't know. Probably nothing. Anyway, have you finished with school 
today?"

"Yeah, Quintero told us all about the Nationalists. Again." said Jamie, 
poking his head out from the lounge.

"No maths, English, science. Just Local history?" asked Nikki.

"Not even local history. He told us about the food shortages and why it 
wasn't being delivered up to the north. And he thinks there's going to 
be a general strike against the government. Anyway, I don't think we'll 
see him for a while. He's so busy with the elections. Oh, and Mum rang 
to say that she would be home in about two days. Dad has gone to 
Geneva, but will be back for the Ambassadors trip to Caracas to which, 
of course, I'm not invited."

"We're going to the Inca temple this afternoon. Want to come with us? 
Probably more educational than this mornings lesson!" suggested Lauren. 
She shut the front door and dumped the lunch things in the kitchen. 
Emma and Jamie just stared at her as she tipped out the cups and half 
eaten rolls. She turned from the sink, realising there was silence 
behind her. Nikki was staring at her wide-eyed, and as she studied the 
children, she noticed the bulge in Jamie's swimming trunks. Forcing her 
eyes back up to Nikki, she frowned. "What's wrong"

"Er, you forgot to put your bikini back on!" said Nikki, smiling.

"Oh god!" she shrieked, pulling her T-Shirt lower down her hips. The 
bulge in Jamie's trunks was substantial, and had now been noticed by 
the other girls.

"Jamie, your thing has woken up!" laughed Emma without the slightest 
hint of embarrassment.

"Oh, that reminds me!" giggled Nikki, pulling her own T-Shirt down.

"OK, OK, that's enough!" said Lauren firmly, walking out towards her 
bedroom. She stared at the floor as she walked, shaking her head in 
annoyance. She changed into a bra and knickers, pulling on a white 
skirt and trying on the new cardigan that had arrived with Nikki. It 
wasn't sexy, but there was something about the way her breasts could be 
seen when it was only half buttoned up that appealed to her.

Lauren was pleased with herself that day, driving her little family 
around, visiting sites of interest and getting some real value out of 
the car. It seemed strange that the monument was only half an hour from 
Boquette, yet Emma and Jamie had never visited it. In fact, Emma didn't 
even know it was there. Nikki took a whole reel of film, bought 
postcards and guide books and did all the tourist things expected of 
her. Returning at just after seven o'clock, they ate in a cafe in 
Boquette using Elizabeth's credit card as instructed. By nine the 
weather had turned from a starlit evening into a blustery, cold night, 
with the temperature way down near fifty degrees. Drizzle hit the 
windscreen as they drove home, and the first rumbles of thunder could 
be heard in the distance as they prepared for bed. Emma looked 
concerned with the approaching weather, reminding Jamie that she hated 
storms at night.

Lauren and Nikki sat in the lounge after her charges had gone to bed, 
chatting about old times and life in general. They moved into her 
lounge with a bottle of local wine at ten o'clock to see the news. Not 
that they could understand the words, but the pictures were really all 
that was required. Each news item seemed to be accompanied by a map 
showing trouble spots in the north, followed by footage of peasants 
being arrested and taken away in army trucks.

"There's going to be trouble here!" said Nikki.

"You think so?" asked Lauren. Deciphering the news from Spanish was 
tricky, although some of the words were obvious enough. The film 
footage made some sense on its own anyway which had helped Lauren keep 
reasonably up to date with events.

"Yeah" she said, nodding at the television. "I think what he just said 
was that most of the north has power outages, and that schools are 
closed until after the election. No news about the troops going north, 
though. Oh, look!" Lauren saw pictures of supermarkets stripped of 
everything except luxury goods and strange stuff like shoe polish and 
greeting cards. There were scenes of old peasant women lining up in 
front of standpipes in the streets, waiting impatiently for water. An 
uneasy feeling came over her for the first time. She turned to Nikki.

"Perhaps we ought to stock up on some stuff again. We made a trip out 
last week for basics. Perhaps we ought to get more." suggested Lauren.

"Can't hurt, can it?" said Nikki, sliding over the sofa towards Lauren. 
She slipped under her arm and snuggled into her breast, still watching 
the news. Lauren hugged her close as Nikki put her arm around her back.

"I'm glad you're here, it's been so lonely without you." whispered 
Lauren.

"Same back in Andelburg, believe me. I really need to go somewhere more 
sophisticated. Boquette's a pretty lively spot, right?"

"It's OK!" she said, defensively. "I love the life here. It's an 
experience I really needed."

"You missed a few good parties back home. Jacques had a good one, all 
night. We swam in the lake. Got home at about nine the next morning, 
all muddy. Got groped by someone from the University. Had his hands 
round my bum within seconds."

"Have you seen my Mum?"

"Once, while I was shopping. She seemed fine. The same!"

"Did you think about me?"

"Course!" said Nikki, sliding her hand underneath the little white 
skirt and over to her hip. Lauren felt the warmth of her familiar 
touch. She knew that it would develop into no more than a cuddle, but 
that was exactly what she needed at that moment. "I think of you a 
lot." Lauren hugged her, kissing the top of her head as she pressed her 
closer to her chest. Their legs entwined as much as the small sofa 
would allow, their bodies tightly pressed together as the television 
news drew to a close. "I can hear your heart beating!" whispered Nikki, 
her nose poking between the buttons of her cardigan and into the 
firmness of her breasts.

"Just let me know if it gets too noisy"

"Then what?"

"Then I'll tell you why it's so loud!" she said, caressing the side of 
Nikki's face.

"I think I'm going to bed, Lori" said Nikki, her hand gliding over the 
firm fabric of her knickers. Lauren knew that she was looking over her 
ruffled skirt and between her legs as she toyed with the elastic and 
gently rubbed the very top of her vagina.

"OK" said Lauren, releasing her from her embrace. She hadn't expected 
anything else to happen that night, given their release of passion on 
the beach.

"Lori, had you been to that beach before?" she asked, sitting up on the 
sofa.

"Once"

"With who?"

"Nobody. Just to make sure it was perfect for today. Did you like the 
place?"

Nikki rested her hand on Lauren's leg, smiling. "Of course I did. It's 
our special place, eh?" Nikki kissed her and glided out of the room.

"Call me if you get lonely!" she whispered after her.

 Chapter 20

Turning the bath taps on, Lauren stripped, once again so pleased to be 
able to wander from her bedroom into the lounge and bathroom quite 
naked. At home she used to wear so many layers! The bath filled slowly 
as she stretched out on the sofa, her feet on the floor as her head 
rested on the arm so she could see the television. She rested her hands 
between her parted legs, pleased with the ready moisture that she 
found. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she reveled in the sweet scent 
of herself that never failed to remind her of Nikki.

She sat back against the sofa and started to lewdly rub herself in 
front of the weatherman. She laughed as she licked her lips, 
suggestively pouting at him as he explained the storm coming from the 
north and how it would swell the rivers. Ignoring her as she cupped her 
breasts at him, he showed his chart for the next three days, indicating 
the storm would have passed by midday, the temperatures back into the 
mid-seventies for the election. She was elated, giggling to herself 
like a schoolgirl as she realised how lucky she was. Her own room, 
Nikki with her, and two children that seemed to have become less 
unruly. Plus of course the trust of their parents who left them alone 
for long periods of time, even in the changing political climate.

She soaked for half an hour as she thought about life, listening to the 
rumbles of the storm slowly subside until they had completely 
disappeared by the time she dried herself. Pulling on a fresh pair of 
knickers, she slid into bed and cuddled her pillow, falling asleep 
within seconds.

The house was quiet for almost an hour before the wind picked up, 
rippling the surface of the swimming pool and bending the long thin 
branches of the shrubs in the garden. Last year's dead leaves tumbled 
along the ground. Nikki got up briefly to visit the toilet before tip-
toeing to her bed and going straight back to sleep. The only occasional 
sound was the fridge in the kitchen starting up, gurgling rudely for 
several seconds and then humming. The distant flashes of lighting could 
be seen, many miles to the north as the storm grew slowly in it's 
intensity.

Lauren slowly came to the conclusion that she was awake, and with 
annoyance decided that it was the storm that had woken her. The wind 
whistled outside as the rain lashed against her window, swirling 
around, battering against the glass as though beckoning her outdoors.

"Lori!"

Lauren jumped, her mouth falling open and her heart beating furiously 
as she searched the darkness for the source of the sound. It was too 
real to be the wind but it nevertheless beckoned her with breathless 
urgency.

"Wh...."

"Lori, it's me. I can't sleep. I'm scared!"

A flash of lightning silouhetted the young girl against her window, the 
outline of her hair confirming that Emma was standing by her bed.

"Oh!" She exhaled loudly. "Go to sleep. It's only a storm!" she said, 
quietly reassuring her.

"I can't. I can't sleep alone."

Lauren glanced at her bedside table, the clock indicating in big red 
numbers that it was just after two in the morning. If she sent her out, 
she might go and stay with Nikki. Although that was unlikely, Lauren 
couldn't even think about Emma spending the night with her. Nothing 
would happen, she was sure, but it left her with an uneasy feeling. The 
alternative was that she would slip into bed with Jamie. Now, something 
would certainly happen if she stayed with him. If she sent her back to 
her room, that could cause problems in the morning. Or she might simply 
get up again and walk around the house all night.

"Come on then. Try and get some sleep!" said Lauren, pulling the covers 
up to allow her in on her left. Emma wore a long night-shirt that came 
down almost to her knees.

"Oh, you're so warm. Thanks, I just hate lightning at night!"

"Shh, head up a minute." Lauren slipped her arm around Emma and pulled 
her close, wrapping them both in the thin cotton sheet. Emma rested her 
head on her shoulder and put her arm around her waist. Lauren stared 
wide-eyed at the ceiling, aware of the lightning between the crack in 
the curtains, praying that Emma would remain still, removing any 
temptation from her way. She nestled in closer and Lauren sensed she 
was smiling, her breath drifting across her breasts as she settled. Her 
heart beat strongly, noisily, and she feared it might stop Emma from 
sleeping. The little girl's lips were inches away from her nipples and 
she cursed herself for not wearing a T-Shirt. At least, she thought, 
she had decided to put some knickers on that night. Within five minutes 
though, and despite the storm outside, there was calm in the room and 
Emma slept. Ten minutes later, Lauren too was asleep, dreaming about 
rivers and her desperate search (in the most unlikely places) for 
waterproof boots.

She woke again at just after four o'clock, her left arm numb. She 
turned to Emma, smiling to herself as she listened to her regular 
breathing. The storm sounded like it was returning and Lauren really 
wanted to move her arm without waking her. She tried to pull it up 
above her head but Emma wouldn't move. Lauren kissed her loudly on her 
forehead.

"Hey, excuse me!" she whispered. Her arm moved enough to allow the 
blood to flow again.

"What?" said Emma, half asleep.

"It's OK, I just wanted my arm back! Go to sleep again"

Emma snuggled into her again, her head remaining on her shoulder, but 
her lips slightly closer to her nipple. Lauren's heart skipped several 
beats, surely deafening the girl. Emma hugged her tighter, letting her 
left hand move slowly over her stomach and come to rest just underneath 
her breasts. Lauren stared at ceiling, frozen rigid as she calculated 
the positions of the girl's lips and hands, determining the inference 
of each as she waited for the next move.

"I feel so safe here!"

"Shh!"

Lauren could feel the warmth of the girl, her tiny hands floating 
gently over her and sensed her legs moving. Then her hand moved up from 
below her breast, trailed over her nipple and touched the side of her 
face.

"What?"

Emma looked up and stretched to kiss her lips. "Thanks!"

Alarm bells rang in her head. She had no doubt, even with that faintest 
of kisses, that Emma wanted more. The young girl's soft cheek rubbed 
against her own as she slid down further, kissing as she nestled into 
her shoulder, across her chest until she rested with her tongue on her 
nipple.

"Emma, this is wrong. You can't do this!" she said. But she didn't have 
the power to throw her off, only to look down and see, against the pale 
light of the storm clouds, the outline of her lips approaching her 
nipple, her tongue reaching out again. Lauren was stunned by the little 
girl's ability to arouse her, the subtle changes in

pressure and variation in loving that hardened her nipple so quickly 
that it ached.

"No, stop, please. Please Emma, no more!" she whispered, defeat in her 
voice. She closed her legs, feeling the stirring between them as she 
recognised the bubbling and stomach churning sensation that was the 
precursor to an orgasm. She threw her head back against the pillow, her 
mind racing faster than her heart. Panic set in as she felt Emma slide 
across to the other nipple. Her long blonde hair brushed across her 
shoulder, the clean, healthy smell of chlorine and shampoo wafting up 
to trigger a million mental messages. She knew Emma's night-shirt had 
ridden up her body as the heat from the girl's stomach and legs warmed 
her thighs.

"Oh Emma!" she sobbed, grabbing the girl forcibly by the arms. She 
pushed her down against the pillow making her squeal. Lauren sat up, 
towering over her as she stared into her wild eyes. Her beautiful face 
and hair shone in the pale light as the noise of their breathing 
battled with that of the wind. Although she knew she was at the cross-
roads there was only one path that she could take.

Lauren took hold of the little girl's night-shirt and pulled it roughly 
over her breasts so that it bunched around her neck, exposing her 
breasts and naked body. Like a vampire, she sank onto her nipples, 
sucking and licking as her hands explored the tender softness of her 
waist and young thighs. Emma bent her left leg and held Lauren's head 
in her arms tightly as her kisses moved from her breasts back to her 
mouth and to the tongue that was waiting for her. She lay back on the 
pillow and settled slowly into kissing her full on the mouth, exploring 
her, probing and delighting as Emma responded with gentle caresses and 
sighs.

For several minutes, Lauren brushed her lips against Emma's, exploring 
along her jawline towards her ears and neck, causing the little girl to 
squeal and giggle with delight. Lauren's hands then traced a line from 
her neck down over her breasts to her thighs, touching her knees 
lightly and then her inner thighs. Back and forth her hands explored, 
as she satisfied herself that Emma was delightfully aroused and anxious 
for even more sensuous loving. Lauren pushed her T-Shirt up further, 
guiding it over her head and letting it drop quietly to the floor. 
Thrills shot through her body as their breasts touched, the feel of her 
naked body hot and taut against her own.

Emma parted her legs slightly as Lauren introduced her fingers to her 
buttocks and the backs of her legs. She smiled as she felt how thin her 
thighs were, her fingers sensing a tremble bubbling beneath Emma's 
skin. Lauren inched towards her pussy, rubbing her foot up and down the 
little girl's silky legs, causing her thighs to part and allow Lauren 
total access to her warm, tanned pleasure center. Her mind told her it 
was not too late to stop, but without a second's deliberation she slid 
her finger along the moist slit that would so soon reveal the ultimate 
jewel. With her fingers gently caressing her pussy, Lauren slid back up 
to kiss Emma's lips, tasting their warmth and sweetness, giving her 
such elation and utter pleasure that she was unsure whether to laugh, 
cry or simply sing out loud.

Lauren kissed down towards her tiny breasts once again as she traced 
the gentle folds of her labia with her fingers, spreading the dampness 
around, easing her open, pushing down from her vulva towards her 
bottom. Her lips glided over the surface of her stomach, touching down 
occasionally to peck at her soft skin, to lick her and nibble as she 
moved inexorably towards her ultimate goal, the thirteen year olds sex. 
She moved between her legs and knelt as she took hold of her legs while 
pushing her palms under her bottom. She kissed the few pubic hairs that 
had grown back since she shaved her, swirling her tongue around as Emma 
became wetter, moaning as she teased at the entrance to her vagina. The 
lips unfolded to reveal the wet entrance, and Lauren saw in a flash of 
lighting the real beauty of the girl, her young thighs and the taught 
tendons, her pussy and the tiny breasts that were marked above by the 
nipples that crowned them. Lauren was consumed by passion, pushing her 
onto her side so that she could lay her head on her silky thigh and 
continue to explore her treasure cave.

Emma was moaning constantly now, pawing at her breasts while Lauren 
introduced her tongue into her vagina, releasing a gush of pure girl 
over her lips, the thick, virginal nectar coating her tongue. Rolling 
her onto her back once again, she teased the folds around her entrance, 
licking and probing, darting up occasionally to coax her clitoris out 
from its protective hood. Emma raised her hips, pushing herself against 
Lauren's face, her clitoris hard against her nose as the tongue sank 
back into her vagina. Emma squealed, rocking and moaning as Lauren 
measured the feelings coming from the little girl, judging that she was 
on the verge of orgasm. She slid round to her side and pulled her 
parted legs back with her left hand while gently inserting two wet 
fingers into her pussy. Slowly, she built up speed, flicking at her 
clitoris with her tongue, pushing it then licking around it in circles 
as Emma's movements became more demanding, rocking in time with 
Lauren's fingers. Emma grabbed her knees and pulled hard, squashing her 
tiny breasts flat as she grunted and froze rigid. Lauren clasped her 
lips around her clitoris and sucked hard, her fingers pushing deep 
inside her. She moved a finger to her tight anus and pushed gently, not 
entering but giving her body yet another sensory input. Lauren could 
feel the strong, tight muscles of her vagina pulsing with delight as 
her fingers fought to move back and forth, prolonging her orgasm. She 
kept her mouth on her clitoris for almost a minute until a long groan 
from Emma told her to pull back slightly and lick down to her fingers 
and sample the wonderful taste. Very gently, she let go of her legs, 
allowing her to put her feet back on the bed. She could feel her 
shaking, her breathing rasping and uneven as the two girls lay side by 
side, Lauren facing her with her arms tightly around her. She knew that 
Emma was crying and kissed the droplets of sweat from her forehead 
gently before pulling the covers up to keep them both warm. As her 
sobbing subsided, she licked at the glistening tears on her cheeks. 
Emma hugged her close, snuggling deeper into the bed.

For almost an hour, Lauren consoled her, kissing her gently, whispering 
to her like a mother to her injured child. Lauren's hands behaved, 
caressing her face, neck and stomach but avoiding more sensitive areas. 
Emma cried again, Lauren recognizing the crescendo and pattern of her 
sobbing from their time at the piano. As the storm subsided, Emma moved 
against her slowly, pushing Lauren onto her back. She felt her legs 
part and straddle her own, the wetness of her young thighs matting the 
soft down of her own aching mound. Emma clutched her tightly, a tear 
occasionally running down her cheek and onto Lauren's breast. The young 
girl sniffed.

"Lori, that was so beautiful." she whispered at last, snuggling into 
her. She felt Emma searching for her hand, then pulling her fingers up 
to her mouth. Lauren gasped as Emma sucked and licked at the two 
fingers that had been inside her, sampling her own juices and the cause 
of her glorious orgasm. The tiny tongue lapped around them, between 
them, spreading warmth and the most sensual of feelings. Lauren pulled 
her closer still, feeling a hand covering her breast. She stared at the 
ceiling once again, desperate to find protection against what she knew 
would surely happen. She could hear her mother's advice, her concerns 
about the job, and knew full well that she would cry just like Emma if 
she found out, but not from pleasure. Nikki's comments and warnings 
echoed in her mind once again, not even twelve hours old, the truth 
and accuracy of those prophecies beyond doubt. But the warmth of the 
girl against her, the beauty of her loving and her appreciation of 
their experience once again became her guiding star that tempestuous 
night. She felt Emma's tongue flick at her nipple, just once. A tingle 
ran through her, adrenaline pumped in her veins and lust surged in her 
loins.

"Emma, please don't" she whispered, "No, please, please!"

She felt dizzy with the sensation of her touch, unable to see her 
except in the palest of lights. Lauren's body thrilled with their 
encounter in the dead of night, her senses telling tales of touch and 
smell and sound as the sweetest girl breathed on her breast, stoking 
the fire of absolute lust, building inside her a frantic craving that 
felt

equal to the power of the elements outside.

"Emma, my love. We can't!" she said. She heard the words leave her 
lips, and shut her eyes, praying that Emma would continue.

With tiny hands, so soft and young, Emma squeezed her breasts together, 
pushing them upwards as if experimenting with them. Lauren stroked her 
hair, running her fingers through the golden strands that fell down 
over her shoulders. Emma cupped her right breast as she took the nipple 
between her teeth and gently pulled at it with the same skill and 
thought as Nikki might have done. Working around the nipple in 
increasing circles she licked round the whole shape of her, diving into 
the valley between her breasts and surfacing once again on the firm 
underside before climbing back up to the wonderful peak and the 
tingling nipple waiting for her attention.

"Oh yes, that's so good. You're so beautiful." said Lauren, gripping 
the pillow behind her head with both hands. Every nerve in her body 
seemed to convey the intense eroticism of the gentle caresses being 
lavished silently on her by the unseen teenager.

Emma moved across, repeating her tour, exploring, learning and loving 
her to a point where Lauren parted her legs and eased Emma between 
them, resigned to the fact that she had no control over her desires for 
the girl. She wrapped her legs around Emma's thighs, feeling her soft 
stomach against her pussy, then brought her feet up the backs of Emma's 
legs, opening her own pussy and pulling the little girl deeper into her 
lair. Lauren couldn't understand how the young girl could know so much, 
be so proficient at love making, but the thought evaporated when Emma 
slid down her body, kissing on her way to her navel as her small 
breasts brushed against Lauren's thighs, marking the way for her lips 
that would surely follow.

Lauren's heart pounded against her ribs as she arched her back, urging 
the girl lower with every caress until her tongue teased underneath the 
waistband of her knickers. Lauren felt Emma exploring, following the 
material down to her legs and along the elastic of the gusset. She 
opened her legs wider still, pushing her mound higher into the air as 
if begging Emma to take her knickers down and explore deeper. She felt 
her tongue move across the wet material to the other side of her pussy, 
flicking at the few hairs that poked from within, pushing at the 
material and along her trembling vulva. And then to her delight, Emma 
caressed her buttocks, taking hold of the underside of her knickers and 
pulling gently down.

"Oh...!" was all she could say. Her heart beat frantically in 
expectation, as her pubic hair was exposed and her knickers just 
cleared her buttocks. Emma pushed her down into the bed and ran her 
tongue through the tight curls, before exploring across the top of her 
thighs and the warmth of the pure softness between her legs and labia. 
The muscles in her long tanned legs rippled with pleasure, pulling Emma 
tighter still as her feet rode up over her bottom. Lauren knew she was 
close to orgasm even then. The very thought of having Emma between her 
legs had been the subject of several masturbatory fantasies, fueling 
her lurid imagination. Two young hands took hold of the underside of 
her knickers and pulled them further down her thighs, past her knees. 
Lauren reveled as the silkiness of Emma's warm body glided over her own 
as she guided her knickers over first one foot then the other.

The sweet tongue flicked at her feet, teasing as though waiting for 
Lauren to plead for her return. But without any such request, Emma 
kissed her way up her legs and sought her labia, slipping immediately 
between the lips and searching out her innermost secrets. She jerked 
upwards into almost a sitting position as Emma's tongue found the 
entrance to her vagina. She grabbed her head, pulling her hard between 
her legs, not caring whether she could breath. Lauren then slid her 
hands feverishly under her own bottom, pulling the cheeks apart as far 
as possible, hastening the arrival of her dream. It hit her with a 
force that knocked her back against the headboard as Emma continued to 
lap around her vagina and probe her wet pussy. She felt her vagina 
spasming uncontrollably as she pushed herself countless times into 
Emma's face. Gradually, she regained the ability to breath and cried 
out more than once, not caring if the rest of the town heard. Emma held 
her tight, leaving her clitoris well alone and concentrating on her 
musky cave as she forced her tongue as deep as possible into the heat 
of her pussy. Dizziness flooded Lauren's mind as she bit the pillow and 
rolled onto her side, taking Emma with her between her legs. She 
breathed hard as the tremors slowly subsided, Emma licking delightfully 
over her thigh, her hot breath sending tiny trembles through her aching 
muscles.

Emma remained locked between her legs, much to the delight of Lauren, 
resting on her thigh and pecking at her labia as a reminder that she 
was there. She felt her soft cheek against her thigh and the stickiness 
of their love running from her pussy, over Emma's tongue and onto her 
leg. Lauren luxuriated in the afterglow of their lovemaking, shuddering 
at the thought of how wonderful she felt. She pulled the covers over 
them both, way over her head, and then turned round, burrowing down to 
find Emma in the darkness, touching her face and snuggling up against 
her as they entwined, embraced and giggled. Their tongues met as Emma 
shared the sweet love she had found between Lauren's legs. They felt 
safe in their little warm tent, detached from the world, the storm and 
the cruel north wind; even detached from the rest of the house. Chapter 
21 With the exception of regular phone calls, Elizabeth and Gustav 
left Lauren alone to run the house for days on end. As the days 
passed the troubles in the north grew and spread, the relationship 
souring between the government and the populace and every new day 
heralding further sources of discontent. The electricity supply failed 
for an hour on the day before the election, causing the children to 
abandon the house for the cooler patio. Two days before the 
election - and to Lauren's surprise - Nikki decided that she would 
curtail her holiday and take a flight back to Zurich three days 
later. Citing the trouble in the country she felt it was better that 
she was home, and called her parents to let them know her itinerary. 
Lauren was disappointed but understood as Nikki spelt out the reasons 
for her departure. All four of the children decided to visit 
another local monument, an Inca shrine that had been built thousands 
of years previously. Once again, Nikki snapped away like a dedicated 
tourist and Jamie and Emma looked in bewilderment at the colossal 
structure. Lauren was amused to see that Nikki still occasionally 
brushed against Jamie, allowing him to hold her hand as they 
carefully climbed the steep steps up to the summit of the shrine. 
After lunch, the electricity failed again and Lauren wandered back to 
her room to change into her bikini, then made her way out to the 
patio to join the others. Nikki had already taken one of the sunbeds, 
and Jamie had strategically positioned himself beside her on the 
floor with a commanding view down the front of her bikini top and the 
chasm of her cleavage. She was amused by their whispered 
conversation, the way he toyed with the edge of the sunbed and the 
beginnings of a familiar shape in his trunks. Lauren laid down and 
watched Emma floating in the pool, her bikini top discarded on the 
steps as her tan received a top-up. Nikki handed Jamie the suntan 
lotion and offered him her back. He flicked the lid and poured a very 
generous quantity onto his right hand, then massaged it into her skin 
from her shoulders down underneath her bra strap and just under her 
briefs. He turned to Lauren and smiled, a wicked grin on his face. 
Lauren smiled weakly, knowing his intentions and wanting no part of 
his plan. To Lauren's irritation, they flirted for almost an hour, 
Jamie kneeling beside her reclined seat, crudely rubbing his cock 
through his swimming trunks against the wooden frame. She recalled 
Nikki's advice on the way home from the beach, and how she had 
cautioned her about becoming involved with the children. She folded 
her arms, huffing occasionally, pursing her lips as Nikki and Jamie 
engaged in the most meaningless conversation. His approach was 
unaccomplished, something that Lauren thought she should expect given 
his age. Especially, she realised, since he was fully aware that 
Nikki was at least three years his senior. She looked at his legs, a 
mass of almost ginger hairs over his thighs and shins, the muscles 
strong, tendons pronounced down to his feet. Nikki had parted her 
legs by a few inches, and Lauren watched as she occasionally ground 
her pelvis into the fabric of the seat, an action that Jamie probably 
wouldn't understand. The children looked up almost at the same time, 
realising that something had occurred. They looked around and at each 
other, then realise that the swimming pool pump had stopped, the flow 
of water over the surrounding brickwork reduced to a trickle. 
"Perhaps the pump's bust again?" suggested Emma, swimming over to the 
shallow end. She hauled herself out of the water. Lauren was 
surprised to see that she still had her bikini bottom in place. 
"The air conditioning is off as well." said Jamie, returning from the 
utility room. "In the house. Must be a power cut." They groaned. Even 
at four o'clock the temperature was warm enough to heat the house and 
make the night unbearable. She wondered how the locals managed during 
the summer. The lack of air conditioning subdued them, even though 
they were outdoors. The thought of a night drenched underneath a 
single sheet didn't appeal to Emma or Jamie, and Lauren could only 
guess that it was uncomfortable. By six o'clock the light was fading, 
and Jamie rummaged in the garage for paraffin lamps. He found two, a 
big red monster with cobwebs over the handle and another smaller 
black one. He shook them both. Half full. Lauren wandered into the 
house and prepared a cold meat salad and pasta while she could still 
see, then beckoned the others inside. They sat at the kitchen table 
in the warmth of the afternoon, windows open and the slightest of 
breezes blowing through the room. "Last time it lasted about 
twelve hours" said Emma, recalling the outage they had four months 
before. "It's not so bad, at least we have the pool." she said, 
helping herself to another mound of pasta. Lauren smiled, never 
having really cooked for so many others before. After their meal 
they washed up by the light from both lanterns and then disappeared 
to change. Lauren took out her father's long cotton shirt and 
buttoned it up, smiling at his size and the extra room inside. She 
sat on the sofa in the lounge, legs curled up. Emma had dressed 
similarly in a cool cotton shirt that Lauren hadn't seen before, 
squatting on the floor in front of the defunct television,

white knickers bright between her legs. Jamie locked the house up 
then joined them, strategically inserting himself between Lauren and 
Nikki on the sofa. He turned to Nikki, chatting about Switzerland and 
what she was going to do as a career. Lauren soon got the picture 
that she was superfluous to their interests and slipped to the floor, 
joining Emma who was thumbing through a magazine. Although it was 
only eight thirty Lauren decided that she would have a shower (if 
possible) and get an early night. She rose and bid goodnight to the 
others, slipping silently along the corridor to her room. Five 
minutes later she heard the sound of Emma's door closing Lauren 
showered quickly, the water still warm and soothing. She slipped into 
bed, still wearing the big white shirt but forsaking her knickers, 
arguing that it would be too warm without the air conditioning. She 
knew though that there was little chance of sleep, not while it was 
so early and, more importantly, while Jamie was next door with her 
best friend in the darkness, no doubt comparing tan lines. She 
thought of Emma, and how she looked topless, realising that even 
though they had made love in that very bed, she had only seen the 
briefest glimpse of her totally naked during one brief flash of 
lightning. She slipped out of bed, pulling the shirt down her 
thighs, and opened the door very carefully. Within seconds she heard 
the giggling, Nikki's sighing interspersed with Jamie's deeper tones. 
She judged that they were kissing on the sofa. A thrill ran through 
her, pleased for Nikki and amused by the irony of her lectures 
against becoming involved and being locked away in a jail somewhere. 
She slipped out of her room and crept along the hallway. The sounds 
continued as she sat just outside the lounge on the cold marble 
floor, listening to Emma's reactions growing in intensity. She crept 
along the hall on her hands and knees like a sniper, peering round 
the corner with one eye. They were both on the floor, between the 
sofa and the coffee table. The light from the little lantern was 
deliberately poor, but she recognized the pale shapes of Nikki's 
breasts where her T-Shirt had been pushed up. She guessed that Jamie 
had pushed his leg between Nikki's as he lay above her, rubbing 
against her sex. Lauren sneaked closer, still outside the lounge, 
hidden in the darkness of the hallway like an animal stalking its 
prey. She lay on her tummy, legs crossed, the coldness of the floor 
pressed against her pussy and breasts, watching. Nikki lost her 
T-Shirt, throwing it with abandon and a hushed giggle across the room 
as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed deeply, his 
hands crudely pawing her while she felt down towards his shorts. 
Lauren had seen Nikki make love to a boy once before, when they were 
much younger and so inexperienced. She enjoyed the idea of spectating 
unseen from the darkness as her lover found alternative satisfaction. 
Nikki tugged at his shorts, pulling them halfway down his thighs and 
allowing his cock to spring out, pointing directly at her face. She 
gripped his balls and massaged with her hand, feeling his looseness 
and coaxing his cock into full strength. Jamie responded with a groan 
that was too loud for the occasion, leaning towards her to kiss her 
lips and down to her nipples. Lauren was pleased to see him push his 
hand under her back, helping her body off the floor as she arched her 
back giving their silhouette a classic outline. Lauren squirmed 
on the floor, opening her legs as she rocked gently backwards and 
forwards. A movement caught her eye and she was about to scream when 
she felt the warm hand on her thigh and realised that Emma had also 
heard the noise and decided to see what was happening in the lounge. 
She drew alongside Lauren and joined her, their bodies warm and snug 
as they exchanged silent glances. Lauren smiled at her as she 
entwined her legs with Emma's and returned to the live action. 
Nikki was naked, while Jamie still had his trunks around his ankles, 
a problem that Nikki solved by making him kneel as she pulled them 
off. She slid towards him and took hold of his cock, rubbing the 
length a few times before taking him slowly in her mouth. Lauren felt 
Emma tighten her grip on her legs as acknowledgment of the sensuality 
of the moment. Jamie caressed Nikki's face as she increased her 
stroking, gripping his bottom as she pulled him as deep as possible. 
Lauren knew that he would come in a few moments, and Nikki had 
decided the same. "Hey, take me like this!" she whispered, leaning 
across the sofa with her feet on the floor, presenting her bottom to 
him. "Lick me, nice and slowly? Please?" Jamie shuffled across to 
her and knelt on her left side, pressing his left hand on her back 
while his right hand pushed her cheeks apart. Nikki rested her head 
on the sofa, looking behind at his dim shape in the pale light. Jamie 
leaned down, licking and nuzzling into the valley between her bottom 
cheeks, tracing a line along the length, across her anus and down 
through the lush opening to her vagina. Nikki moaned, squirmed and 
presented her bottom higher in the air as he licked back and forth, 
dwelling on her anus then on her inner lips, teasing her clitoris in 
a manner that seemed to surprise Nikki and certainly surprised his 
audience. Nikki reached behind, gripping his cock and pulling him 
closer, signaling that she was more than ready for him. He approached 
while she took her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, once again 
pushing her bottom higher into the air, exposing her golden-haired 
pussy to his cock. Lauren drew in a deep breath, excited that she 
would hear her friend squeal as he plunged into her, knowing exactly 
how Nikki's muscles and folds of skin felt at that very moment. 
Jamie took his cock and moved it up and down slowly over her gaping 
vagina, teasing slightly as he found the opening and pushed in. His 
hands moved to her hips as he gripped and then pushed slowly and 
firmly inside her, groaning as the firm vaginal walls gripped his 
cock, preparing to drain him of everything he could offer. He 
withdrew slowly again, and then pushed in quickly. Nikki gasped as 
his balls slapped against her thighs. She turned her head and gripped 
the cushions of the sofa, maintaining position as his movements 
became firmer, more assured and his stroking had an increased effect 
on her. Lauren knew that Nikki was coming from the pattern of her 
breathing, could almost count down the seconds until that wave of 
pleasure knocked her over in its path. Nikki changed from being 
passive to pushing back against him every time he plowed into her, 
maximising the power in the stroke and causing a slapping noise as 
their bodies met. Her breathing changed to a regular squeak in time 
with the young boy until she stopped and cried out. He continued as 
she came, her vagina squeezing him tight, increasing the pressure and 
pleasure on his weapon until he almost stumbled in his stroke, jerked 
unnaturally, and then recovered with a groan and frantic pumping into 
her pussy. He collapsed on her back, nibbling her ears. Nikki 
reached round and stroked his thigh as though to thank him. Lauren 
turned to Emma, inferring that the show was over, and slid back along 
the floor towards her room. She watched as Emma did the same, 
staying low and silent as they retreated from their vantage point. 
Lauren was fully aware of what was going to happen. She knew that 
Emma would want to come into her bed but she didn't want company that 
night, even Emma. The night was special for Nikki and Jamie and she 
didn't want to spoil it with shrieks and groans from the other end of 
the house. She opened her doorway, waving goodnight, and half closed 
the door. She felt Emma approaching. "No, tonight's not a good 
night, sweety. See you in the morning!" she said in the faintest of 
whispers. She knew that Emma nodded and saw her make her way back to 
her own room. She slipped into bed, pleased with herself and 
overjoyed for Nikki. She slept soundly, the need for her own relief 
forgotten. The next morning, Nikki had a wicked look in her eyes, 
and Lauren couldn't help smiling when they were alone in the kitchen. 
"What's funny?" asked Nikki. "Did you sleep well?" "Fine, thanks" 
replied Nikki seriously. Unable to keep a straight face any longer, 
she smiled broadly. "Why?" "Oh, nothing" said Lauren, opening the 
fridge for milk. "OK, so I broke my own rule! It was so good 
though!" Lauren turned and laughed. "I know, I saw!" "What?" 
squealed Nikki. "You were watching? How could you do that to me you 
fat tart?" "And Emma!" laughed Lauren. "We were on the floor 
outside." "Emma!" she asked in a squeaky voice. "Did you take her 
back to your room?" Lauren's face was deadly serious. "No, of 
course not! Why?" "I heard you two!" Wide-eyed, Lauren grinned 
wickedly. They both laughed, embraced and looked at each other in 
wonder and amazement.


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