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Lauren Gisal
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such
material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that
by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the
story serves as a warning.
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on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.
Chapter 22a
Saturday 22nd August, 11am
Maurice Gisal drove very carefully round the hairpin bends that led
from the valley up towards AnneMarie's village, even though he had
been up there many times in all seasons. On the back seat was a small
suitcase containing every conceivable piece of clothing that Lauren
might require during some emergency, plus her overnight things in
case she had to stay, plus makeup, a present, camera, spare film and
her Cookie Monster dressing gown which was again pressed into
service. Daniele, her mother, sat with the luggage in the back,
steadying the bridesmaid's skirt and jacket that swung on a hook. Her
shoes (which they had remembered as her father started the car),
were also on the back seat. Lauren wore jeans, a white T-Shirt with a
white bra underneath, and her usual pair of sandals, looking casual
but clean and tidy - quite presentable in the eyes of her mother - for a
thirteen year-old.
"Well, looks like she's going to have nice weather for it." said her
mother.
"Has anyone met the lucky man. Lauren, you must have seen him?"
asked her father, crawling round the corners at about 5 km per hour.
"I saw a photo once when she asked me if I wanted to be bridesmaid,
he seemed quite nice. Lives in Zurich, I think" replied Lauren.
"Just think, that'll be you soon, then you'll leave home and never
even remember us" joked her mother.
"I'll come home to get my washing done, though"
"Yes, I know. Don't you worry, there's never any hurry to get
married, for any reason."
"How old were you then, mum?"
"Oh, I was twenty-two. And your brother was born three years later,
then you two years after that. It all seems so long ago and yet I don't
know where all the years have gone!"
"Here we are, and there's the church where she's getting married."
said her father. "I remember that, we've been to a Christening in
there before. Can't think for the life of me who it was, though"
"Maurice, wasn't it that Italian couple's little boy? Don't really know
why we were invited. Probably because you knew him from work"
There were three cars parked outside her house already, almost
blocking the little lane that led further up the mountain. He parked
just outside just as Lauren said that she didn't really need him now.
He asked her to call when then wedding reception finished so that he
could come and get her. Kissing her cheek, he took the bags from the
back of the car while her mother helped her to get the luggage up the
front door. Lauren watched as her mother got into the front passenger
seat and the car turned in the driveway, waving good-bye as they
retraced their route. Lauren pressed the doorbell twice to ensure it
was heard over the music and laughter coming from inside the little
house, and waited expectantly as she heard clomping noise of
someone descending the wooden stairs within.
The door opened to reveal a girl about the same age as herself,
dressed only in a towel wrapped around her body, knotted in front to
cover the tiny mounds of her breasts.
"Hey, Lauren?" asked the girl.
"Yeah, are you Kirsten?
"Yeah, come in, we're all upstairs. AnneMarie is dressing, but
there's another two hours yet before the photographer comes."
Lauren entered the small hallway, closing the door behind her, and
gratefully accepted the help from Kirsten to get her things upstairs. At
the top, she glanced to her left to see AnneMarie sitting in front of a
vanity unit in her underwear.
"Hi, I'm here!" shouted Lauren.
"Oh, Lauren, how are you?" replied AnneMarie. Lauren was
surprised to the point of being almost stunned. She had expected her
to jump up and give her a big hug, but she remained seated and
turned back towards the mirror, leaning forward to inspect her
eyebrows.
"Er, fine. I'll get ready. Is everything allright?"
"Fine, thanks! You just worry about yourself." A feint smile flitted
across her lips and disappeared as she again turned back to her
makeup. Still startled, Lauren followed Kirsten, almost bumping into
an old man who emerged from the toilet.
"`S'cuse me" he said, going downstairs.
As they entered the spare bedroom, Lauren looked at Kirsten.
"Who's he?" she asked, closing the door.
"Not sure. Been here about an hour. Seems to know AnneMarie
somehow."
"Do you think AnneMarie's OK, she seems a bit concerned about
something?"
"Probably just wedding day nerves. It's the most important day of her
life, you know. At least, that's what my Mum says." replied Kirsten.
Kirsten was slightly shorter than Lauren, and looked like a very cute
little girl, with high cheekbones and a rounded face that contained a
small nose and twinkling blue eyes. Her blonde hair, cut short, curled
slightly at the front. Lauren thought that she spent most of her days
laughing and giggling, and was instantly reminded of Nikki.
"Hey, did Kristal make your skirt and jacket - she said there were
going to be two?" asked Kirsten.
"Yes, it was finished about two weeks ago"
"She's nice. I had such a fun time at her house. Well, most of the
time."
"I know. I didn't know she had left her husband so I put my foot in it
a bit." said Lauren.
"Did she explain why?"
"Yeah. In great detail"
The girls looked at each other. Kirsten walked across the room to the
bed and sat down, the towel parting to show her tanned legs. The
unspoken communication between them confirmed in Lauren's mind
that Kirsten too had been introduced to the washing game round at
Kristal's house.
"Did you use her bathroom?" asked Kirsten.
"Yeah. Did you dress up?"
"No! What happened?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just tried on some other clothes, you know"
answered Lauren.
"Hey, like what?"
"You know, underwear, that sort of thing"
"Want to hear what happened when I went round there?"
"Yeah then I'll tell you what happened to me. Go on"
Kirsten explained that she had been there three times, just like
Lauren. Firstly to see the pattern, then for the first fitting, and then
for the final one. Nothing had happened on the first visit, except that
Kristal had measured her and commented on her figure. But Kristal
had been wearing a short skirt and a see-through blouse.
"On the second visit, we had lunch and I had much to much to drink.
We talked about her husband and the things they used to do before
they were married. Did she tell you they had sex in an elevator at the
mall one Sunday morning?"
"God, no!"
"Well, she did. Anyway, we talked and eventually she talked about
her girlfriend who had washed her. So I suppose I agreed to see what
it was like. Did you do that?"
"Yeah. Actually, I think it was great. I hadn't done much like that and
it really felt different. That's when I tried on the underwear"
""Yeah, same here. She was so kind and considerate, there was no
rush. Anyway, that was the second time. The third time was really
weird. Again, I had lunch there and had some champagne which went
to my head. We, you know, kissed and cuddled and I think I fell
asleep, but remember waking up on a plastic sheet on her bed.
Somehow, I agreed to her tying my feet and hands together, mainly
because I was really randy and she was licking me all over. Then she
poured gallons - well, quite a lot - of Baby Oil over me and massaged
it into everywhere.
"Yeah, I had the same I think, but don't think I was tied up." said
Lauren, now sitting next to her, enthralled by the similarity in the
sexy story.
"Then from nowhere another dark haired girl appeared who looked a
bit older, and they then both started to lick and prod me. It was OK at
first, but I couldn't see this other girl, except that she had dark hair as
I say, and was naked. I began to get scared, and asked them to stop,
but Kristal said the best bit was about to happen. This other girl slid
behind and underneath me as I lay there, and grabbed round my neck,
then reached down and grabbed behind my knees, you see?"
"Yeah" Lauren shifted on the bed, trying to give more room for her
pussy to breath and expand as she listened to the story.
"She pulled my legs right up against my chest so that Kristal could
see right into my pussy. And then I saw that she had this enormous
man's thing between her legs, which she pushed into me. I screamed
and screamed, but Kristal just said to relax and the other girl held me
so tight that I thought I'd stop breathing. Anyway, she did stop after a
while, and I had to stay there while they did things to each other.
Then I really did sleep and went home afterwards.
"Mine was similar, but there was only her. She tried this vibrator
thing on me which sent me through the roof."
"Oh yeah, isn't that great?"
"Hmm, but I prefer my boyfriend doing it to me" said Lauren, running
her hand through her brown wavy hair.
"Oh, you're lucky. I wish I had a boyfriend now. I did have one, sort
of, about a year ago, but that was all. That's why I miss Kristal so
much. I'm going to see her again on Monday morning for lunch. I
said that I wanted the skirt altered for the summer!"
"What happened to your boyfriend?"
"It wasn't really a boyfriend, you know. It was a cousin who stayed
with us from Germany last summer. He was sixteen and I needed to
learn about boys, so we fooled around. I let him do it to me three
times. It was OK. But Kristal was so different. I simply need more."
"But what if it starts to hurt?"
"I don't care. I thought about that, but the more it hurt, the more I
liked it in the end. Not so much while they were hurting me, but when
I came, God, it was amazing! Doesn't it make you wet just talking
about it?"
"Yeah, and we had better stop because I've got some special
underwear for today" said Lauren, opening her little suitcase and
taking out the Dior knickers, bra and suspenders.
"Oh, wow, let me see!" said Kirsten, taking hold of the knickers and
feeling them against her face. "They're lovely. They must have cost a
fortune!"
"They were a present." Lauren thought that to add anymore might
have been unkind.
"I'd like a boyfriend like that, who bought me lovely things. Perhaps
one day."
Lauren pulled her T-Shirt over her head and threw it casually on the
bed. She then slipped her tight jeans down her legs and tossed them
on top.
"You're like me. You get wet so easily!" said Kirsten, looking
directly at the gap between Lauren's legs.
"I know. Sometimes I get like it just thinking about things."
"Me too, like now" said Kirsten. "Do you want to see?"
"No, not now. I need to get ready."
Kirsten trailed her hands between the folds of her towel and
obviously found her pussy, inhaling sharply as her eyelids fluttered.
Lauren was unsure what she should do. It was clear that the girl was
in need to some sort of attention, but she didn't want to do anything,
anxious to get dressed and look her best for the wedding. She saw the
towel fall away from her body as the knot slipped undone, her round
firm breasts like white icing surrounded by a tanned body. Her gaze
followed Kirsten's hand down between her legs and saw she had
wonderfully rounded little buttocks. Lauren instantly understood why
Kristal would have found her attractive and could visualise the two -
or three - of them locked entwined on the bed or patio. Lauren
thought she should have been surprised at the total absence of pubic
hair, but wasn't in the slightest, noting it with the same interest as she
would have a scar or mole. The girl looked like a big baby doll, her
mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed as she sat on the bed.
"Lauren, don't you find that you need to play with yourself all the
time?
Lauren sat down on the bed beside her as Kirsten leaned back against
the pillows and shed the remainder of her towel.
"Well, no, not really. I think I do it about as much as anyone else,
maybe a bit more." she offered.
"I just have to keep doing it." She paused, sitting up on the bed and
looking at her thighs. "I'm in a real mess, I think."
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno, I just can't stop doing it now. Ever since I went round to
Kristal's house I have to keep playing with myself. Sometimes I hit
my pussy, like with my school ruler, until it hurts so much I cry." She
looked down, her chest heaving as tears began to flow.
"But, that's terrible. Why can't you just stop? Just leave yourself
alone?"
"I don't know. I'm so frightened. I just have to see her, like I'm
drawn to her for some reason"
"Hey, that's OK. I'm not really very good at helping, you know, with
that sort of thing. Listen, I think we should get ready -we need to look
as beautiful as possible - you never know if there will be some great
boys at the wedding." suggested Lauren.
Kirsten brightened up slightly at the mention of the boys and regained
her modesty, pulling her towel back over her breasts.
Lauren shed her underwear to stand naked in front Kirsten. She
reached into the suitcase and pulled out a pair of grey stockings, sat
down again on the edge of the bed and rolled them onto her legs.
Kirsten watched with a hint of jealousy, toying with her own
randomly-selected underwear and the grey tights that had been
provided for her. As Lauren stood up and turned, she felt the
appreciative gaze of Kirsten all over her body, and defiantly teased
her by parting her legs more than necessary and adjusting her
suspenders, revealing her sweet, lightly-haired pussy, naked and
tempting, to the drooling little girl on the bed.
She took the bra from her suitcase and fastened it at the back, still
pleased that Kirsten had hardly moved. With a flourish she pulled her
knickers up to her waist and tut-tutted as she pretended that the
gusset was digging too tightly into the tops of her legs. She smiled at
Kirsten sweetly, understanding what Kristal had meant about that
strange feeling of power that came with wearing something so
powerfully erotic. She felt almost jubilant, and more self-assured than
she had for many months as she adjusted the material, the shape of
her fingers visible through the fine material as she ran a finger over
her warm pussy lips. Today, she decided, was also going to be her
day, as well as AnneMarie's.
The photographer arrived on time, took a number of photos of
AnneMarie dreamily looking out of the window holding her bouquet.
The bridesmaids, with their somewhat un-traditional skirt and jacket
and small bouquets of wild mountain flowers looked beautiful. Both
girls posed confidently, smiling as they looked at each other and
reflected their genuine happiness on the occasion of their friend's
wedding. Lauren stood at least three inches taller that Kirsten, her
legs long for her age and their shape accentuated by the cool grey
stockings and medium heels.
However, to her disappointment, Lauren barely exchanged ten words
with AnneMarie as they waited to depart, and she grew increasingly
concerned. Even though AnneMarie may be pre-occupied with her
wedding day arrangements, she had been a friend of the Gisal family
for most of her life, baby-sitting for Mike and Lauren since she could
remember. Lauren was therefore pleased to be able to talk to Kirsten,
but as the morning wore on, she became more and more irritated with
the situation, and turned her frustration back onto Kirsten for having
even involved her in her problems in the bedroom earlier that
morning. Just before they had to leave for the church, Lauren thought
she might tell Kirsten in no uncertain terms about the displeasure she
felt, but as she looked at her, there was no doubting that the girl was
cute, bubbly and fun to be with, and so, as usual, Lauren decided that
she would be kind to her with regard her moment of need, and not
mention it again. She did however still feel used, and reflected that
her recent life of promiscuity may not be all fun and games.
As she crossed the road to the church, she wondered why she was so
quick to allow people to trample over her and concluded that she was
maybe the sort that saw the world through rose-tinted glasses,
without ever considering that some of people might be less than
scrupulous. Her day-dreams led her to think about not only her times
with Kristal, but also the photographic sessions with Marlene and
Simone. In her mind it had seemed quite innocent at the time, and
probably was even still. But the risk was something she had really not
considered, and she vowed to do so from that moment onwards. She
therefore decided that she would be a one-man girl and would
treasure and preserve her relationship with Jim to the exclusion of all
others. Her stomach churned when she thought about the last photo
session, and how she had asked Jim to pose with her, naked in front
of the cameras. Her walk slowed to a crawl as the implications shot
through her mind; what did he think of her now, had she been so
thoughtless that he would never call her again. As she walked through
the graveyard, she hoped that since they had made love after the
photos had been taken that he didn't really mind. There had certainly
been passion in the morning before they got out of bed, and so her
mind was partially put at ease. However, her conclusions about
fidelity remained intact, although the strength of her convictions
mellowed as an itch from the label of her suspender belt brought back
delightful memories of Kristal.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in this tiny church to witness
the wonderful joining in matrimony of AnneMarie and Andre. We
shall sing two hymns this morning, and I would ask you all to rise
while we sing the first of these, Fight the Good Fight, number 146 in
your red hymn books." said the Reverend, his cheeks matching the
covers of the hymnals as he bellowed out the words from the altar.
Lauren looked behind her to see about sixty or seventy people
standing in the pews, all resplendent in their bright dresses and
elegant suits.
The service continued with solemn prayers for the bride and groom,
and then the actual wedding ceremony was conducted, the voice of
the Reverend filling the church and most of the neighbourhood. It was
no surprise to Lauren that when he asked if anyone knew of any
lawful impediment why AnneMarie and Andre could not be joined in
holy matrimony, there was no sound at all.
"Marriage is something that is approached soberly, maturely and is
not undertaken lightly. It is God's way of ensuring the continuation of
his kingdom, and by his wish, the joy of children. Take heed that
AnneMarie and Andre have considered these things when they repeat
their vows in front of you and God today."
A child suddenly burst into tears in the second row, her mother
rocking her in her arms. As the noise gradually competed with the
Reverend the mother shook her until she remembered where she was,
and tactfully withdrew outside into the sunshine.
"Do you Andre Gesund, take this woman, AnneMarie Grob, to be
your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do" he replied. Lauren looked across to see the beads of sweat on
his forehead, his fingers nervously toying with his hymnsheet. His
features were bland, almost boyish, although he had a great shock of
black hair that had apparently been combed once in his life and had
never recovered, for it fell over his forehead in a tangle towards his
eyes. His morning suit, however, was top quality, and even if it had
been hired for the day, it was certainly an expensive looking outfit.
Too bad, thought Lauren, that the shop didn't have his size.
"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,
from this day forward, till death do us part"
"I do." he said.
"And now, AnneMarie, do you take Andre Jacques Bertrand Gesund
to be your lawfully wedded husband"?
"I do" she replied. Lauren thought she was going to wet herself, and
clearly from the congregation, there were others who found his name
more than a little amusing. Even the Reverend raised his substantial
eyebrows at him, seeking guidance from the groom rather than above
this time.
"To have and to hold, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health,
from this day forward, till death do us part"
End of Chapter 22a
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