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Lauren Gisal Volume Two
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offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent.
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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.
Chapter 22
Nikki's visit brought home to Lauren not only the strength of their
friendship but also the value of Nikki's advice. She had been correct
about many things in their teen years - especially the character of
Lauren's few boyfriends - so that she regarded her as level headed
in times of crisis.
As a result, two decisions were simple to make. Firstly, that she
should try and convince Emma that their night of love-making was
a one-time occurrence that resulted from her fear of storms, and
secondly that she would encourage Felix's friendship. Nikki was
absolutely correct. She needed a boyfriend more than she needed an
under-age girlfriend that would get her locked away. Secretly
though, she still wanted to appear nonchalant towards Felix, rather
than dragging him into her bedroom and ripping his clothes off.
Lauren was convinced that he would respect her more in the longer
term if she allowed him to regard her as a conquest.
During her stay, the two girls ventured out of the house each day at
a respectable hour, becoming frequent visitors to the market in
Boquette and almost regulars at the cafe and the two cheaper
restaurants in the main square. Two-hour lunches seemed to be the
general rule in the town, and they both vowed to do nothing to
upset the tradition. Arriving at just after eleven o'clock, they would
have coffee, followed by one of the local dishes, wine and further
coffee. By one-thirty - even two sometimes - they would wander
back to the car and drive home. Occasionally, Lauren would realise
that she was undoubtedly over the legal limit for driving, but would
remember Gustav's words of advice on her first day, and felt
reassured to know she had twenty US Dollars tucked into her
licence.
Following one of these sessions, Lauren telephone Felix and invited
him out once again, for lunch at the square. He readily accepted and
Lauren was delighted, not just because she truly needed male
company, but that she would please Nikki by being seen to take her
advice.
They met him at Dos Plantos Restaurant. The girls favoured it only
because it was out of the sun around midday and you didn't have to
squint to see each other. Also, the dogs and young boys seemed to
avoid it so they were more likely to enjoy a quiet meal. Dressed in
skirts and blouses - in deference to the elder locals who found
anything less to be scandalous - the girls arrived and ordered their
usual bottle of house white wine only moments before Felix
sauntered across to their table, gave Lauren a peck on the cheek
and sat down.
"No sawdust today, then?" asked Nikki
"How did you hear about that?"
"She tells me everything!" smiled Nikki. Lauren caught the
inflection in her voice and the pleasure it revealed.
"That was for my Grandma. It's all finished now. So you're Nikki"
"Mmm. We were schoolfriends. For ages!"
"I heard. What do you think of San Falino?"
"It's very hot, and a bit.." She lowered her voice, looking around as
though about to impart State Secrets. "..a bit backward. You know,
dogs rummaging for scraps, run-down houses. Sanitation"
"You're right. It's a mess. But there's no money around now to fix it
up."
"We heard about the north and your Nationalists"
Lauren looked at them, wondering whether she should join in with
her opinion and potentially ruin the conversation. Deciding against
it, she leaned back in her chair and listened.
"Yeah, there's going to be trouble here. I've lived in the country for
about eight years and have never seen troops moving around like a
few days ago. Mind you, we've never had an election before either."
"What are the troops doing?" asked Nikki
"Looks like they're strike-breaking, delivering food to shops and
transporting perishable stuff like tomatoes, bread, milk, you know."
The menu arrived to break up the flow of conversation, giving
Lauren a chance to divert it onto careers, houses, the children. In
fact, as she recalled later, a very domestic conversation that made
her realise that her priorities, if she had really ever had any, had
changed.
After a heavy lunch, they returned to the house, giggling and
swaying with the effect of the wine and hot sun. Although Felix had
no swimming trunks with him, he stripped out of his shorts and T-
Shirt and jumped into the pool. Lauren watched, taking in every
detail of his body, the hairy legs, reasonable build, and Nikki's gaze.
She was, however, suprised and disappointed when Felix
announced that he had to leave. Pouting with mock anger, she
watched as he waved good-bye to Nikki and Emma, before walking
with him through the house to the front door.
"Sure you have to go?" she asked, looking at the floor. She could
sense he was going to turn, looking for the right moment to kiss
her.
"Mmm, sorry. Thanks for lunch. Nikki's great, right?" he asked,
hand on the door. Lauren stepped forward, anxious that maybe he
would go without any sign of affection.
"Yeah, she's fun. Drive safely" she said, turning her cheek. He
leaned forward and gave her a peck, gripping her arm lightly.
"Thanks. I'll call, OK?"
She watched him drive off, crunching along the gavel of the
driveway then turn towards town. Padding back along the cold
marble, she grabbed a cold drink from the fridge before venturing
back out into the stifling heat of the patio and late afternoon. Nikki
sat on the steps by the shallow end, obviously waiting for her. She
leaned her head, beckoning.
"Well?"
Lauren smiled broadly. "Well what?"
"Big?" asked Nikki, crudely poking her tongue out.
"Shut up! It's not like that!"
Nikki gave a look of incredulity. "Right, you're just good friends, a
purely platonic relationship."
"Yes, we are." she answered defiantly, pleased to be able to
respond truthfully.
Chapter 23
Election Day, and the country appeared to sleep late then vote
often. The roads were almost empty, the cleaners deciding that they
would take the day off and celebrate their thrill of a lifetime to
register their vote. The television was surprisingly subdued, as
though some governing body had imposed a blackout on all but the
barest of facts. Although Lauren made a point of trying to catch the
news at noon and again at five that day, there was nothing to be
learned.
Nikki's two week stay flew by, the final few days had suddenly been
crammed with excursions, late nights, gossip and laughter. They
made love, more passionately each time, experimenting together
now that they had no need to avoid their parents. Jamie disappeared
to a friends house one morning, surprising all three girls. But it
gave them a chance to sunbathe naked on the patio. Nikki covered
herself with oil, making absolutely sure that she left nothing to
chance. As she finished her thighs she rubbed her pussy lewdly,
causing Lauren to laugh so hard that she coughed for several
minutes. She smiled eventually at her, knowing full well that she
would never have done such a thing, even it was only the two of
them. But moreover, it was only Nikki who could do something
like that and make everyone laugh with her.
After Emma had gone to bed, they sat in the lounge, chatting,
cuddling in their bikinis. Lauren liked the way that a bikini seemed
perfectly fine out on the patio, but the moment she came indoors,
the whole scenario changed. She felt under-dressed, naughty, and
very randy. Their caresses turned to kisses, whispers causing
goosebumps over her skin as Nikki held her tight. Their nipples
stood out hard against the tight material while their warm bodies
locked together on the sofa. They chatted about girls, boys, the
difference, the way they use their hands and the deep feeling of a
cock that was difficult to reproduce.
"Lori, do you miss Jim?"
"Sure, sometimes."
"I think I need a boyfriend or three!"
"Start with one, then collect the set!"
"Hmm. You know, I don't think I could love another girl. It just
wouldn't be the same." Lauren squeezed her, feeling her way over
the smoothness of her buttocks. They kissed lightly. Several
moments past before she spoke again. "Can I ask you about
Emma?"
Lauren wondered if she would broach the subject. "Sure". She
hesitated. "She's really so young" she said defensively. "In that
experimenting phase, I think." Lauren listened, wondering if Nikki
would prompt her for more. Their eyes met and Lauren knew the
look. "I've been thinking how it could have happened. I know
you're right, but you'll just have to believe me that it was her idea.
Not that I would have resisted her for much longer, but she really
did start it all."
"It's OK. I know. She's stunning. And fresh." Nikki hugged her.
"I'm just old now!"
"Don't be stupid." She knew the same thoughts would be running
through Nikki's head; how they had fallen in love with each other at
the same age, experimenting, playing with boys and themselves.
"You know, I had a thought a few weeks ago. I've never seen a
boy's thing when it wasn't stiff!" said Nikki.
"Hmm. You're right. I remember feeling Jim's once, when we spent
the night together. He was asleep. It was really soft, squishy, and so
warm."
"I'd like to see it really small, then watch it grow. Then I could
think that I had done that to him. You know, turned him on. But
don't you have dreams about men?"
"Sometimes. Not really juicy ones, though."
"What about making love to two girls at once?" giggled Nikki, her
hand cupping her breast.
"I've thought about it, same as I thought about two boys with me at
once"
"Yeah, I often think about that. I bet it would be wonderful."
"You know what?" asked Lauren
"Oh no!" Nikki leaned up on her elbow, facing Lauren. "If you're
going to tell me that you've done it I don't want to know!"
"Well, not quite. I think I got there almost, but wasn't really
thinking"
"Do what?"
"Well, I remember being in the bed with Jim. In my house, maybe a
year ago"
"Is this going to be dirty?"
"Of course!" Lauren smiled radiantly at her, kissing her forehead.
"Oh good!" she replied, pushing her hand under the waistband of
her bikini bottom.
"I had a denim skirt and knickers on, but I think I was topless, I
can't really remember. He was lying against me but facing the other
way. I think we were playing music, although we'd been kissing a
lot and he had laid on top of me, just to remind me that he was as
hard as ever."
"How unusual!"
"Yeah, exactly. I'd taken his trousers off or shorts, I'm not sure.
Anyway, suddenly I heard this 'clump clump' up the stairs and
assumed it was my brother. It was too heavy for my mum and dad
was at work. It turned out to be a friend of his, Marc. I had seen
him once or twice before, but only briefly. For some reason I wasn't
angry that he had got into the house, and almost immediately, Jim
rolled over towards me and pulled my knickers down. Marc must
have know what he was doing, it was so obvious. I remember when
he brought his hand back up my legs he touched my pussy and I
was soaked. I had no idea where it had come from!"
"I didn't protest, so he pulled me close and kissed me. As he did it,
the sheets dragged down and my boobs popped out. Once I
realised, I pulled the sheet up and wrapped myself up. It's weird,
but it was only ages later that I thought about that day, and whether
Jim had actually been suggesting that he and Marc should get into
bed with me at the same time."
"Wow, what would you have done?"
"I don't know. He was allright."
"What! You'd have done it with both of them?" Lauren simply
shrugged. "Who first, or both together?"
"I don't know. But it's always been a sort of fascination, a fantasy -
or half a fantasy!"
"Tell me. I need to know the dirtiest fantasy that you had about it!"
"No!"
"Please? I won't hate you or be shocked, you know" pleaded Nikki.
Lauren nestled down, Nikki's fingers twirling her pubic hair in
encouragement. "Well..." she said, breathing in noisily for effect, "I
think he could then kiss me, nicely, down over my neck, over my
shoulders, while Marc looked on. In my fantasy, I want Marc to be
shocked, so I would moan quietly to myself as Jim went lower. I'd
keep looking at Marc when Jim pulled the sheet back down, kissing
over my boobs, and I'd grab Jim's hair in my hands as he kissed my
nipples"
Lauren shifted, parting her legs very slightly as Nikki found the
warm valley between her labia. "Then I'd try and touch Marc,
encourage him a little, by prodding him with my foot, while Jim
went lower still, kissing my stomach. When he got to my skirt, he
would lift it slightly, giving Marc a quick peek between my legs. I
wanted it to be dark so that they couldn't see anything, just register
that I had no knickers on.
Nikki pushed further, cupping her pussy in her hand. "You're so
wet!" she whispered. Lauren nodded.
"Then I'd reach out and grab Marc. I wanted to let both of them
know that they were in this together, but also I wanted to get Marc
naked soon, see if he would chicken out. So I pulled his shirt out of
his shorts and helped him take it off straight over his head. He
looked fairly strong, a nice build, but still really shy. Still with my
own skirt on, I sat up on my elbow and pulled down Jim's
underpants. Of course his cock was rigid, and I know that Marc
gasped as he saw him.
"Hang on!" said Nikki. "This is a fantasy, right? I mean, none of
this happened?"
"Course it didn't. What do you think I am, some kind of tart?" she
said grinning.
"No. You're no tart. Just my beautiful lover who manages to have a
girlfriend and a boyfriend, or two".
"Anyway, then I pulled down Marc's shorts, and we both saw the
bulge in his underpants. Marc would look down, hands trying to
cover himself while Jim and I would pull his arms to the side, then
Jim could tear his underpants off, ripping them!"
"Lori! This is weird!"
"Hey, you wanted sexy, right?"
Nikki kissed her lips tenderly, her hand pushing down once again,
finding the heat of the entrance to her vagina. Lauren kissed her on
the nose before continuing.
"I pulled Jim towards me, taking Marc out of the focus for a while.
There's cum on the end of his cock already, just a trace, and I smear
it around as he positions himself between my legs. I then wrap my
skirt over his head, hiding him, pulling him into me. I then instruct
Marc to stand in front of me. I get him to take off the rest of his
clothes, then put one foot on the bed, balancing there while I give
him a good inspection. When I'm ready, I tell Marc to join Jim
beneath my skirt, and the two of them kiss all over my thighs,
getting closer to my naked pussy"
"Oh Lori, this is wonderful!" said Nikki, slipping her fingers around
the waistband and pulling her bikini bottom down to her knees.
"Don't stop now. Make it really naughty!" she moaned, gripping her
inner thigh with her warm hand.
"They both get closer. I can feel their breath on my pussy and I just
know they can smell me. I sense their faces pressed together,
almost fighting to stick their tongues into me. I open my legs a
little, feeling them slip lower between my thighs. Their bottoms
poke up towards the ceiling, occasionally giving me flashes of their
raging cocks.
I would then get Marc so that his cock was near my mouth and his
head on my stomach. Jim could be between my legs and Marc
would watch as Jim rested his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I'd
then tell Marc to open my pussy with his fingers and guide Jim in.
Jim enters me really slowly, an inch at a time, then withdraws,
opening me carefully. I would fall back onto my pillow, close my
eyes, and pull Marc towards me. I'd take his cock in my mouth and
suck him while he watched Jim build up speed, ploughing into me
harder and harder. Jim would now be pumping hard, his fat cock
splitting me, bringing me closer and closer."
Nikki raised her bottom, allowing Lauren to slip her bikini down
her legs. She brought her left leg up, bending her knee to offer
Lauren access to her wet sex. They stripped entirely, dropping their
tops to the carpet before clutching each other tightly.
"Jim's now pumping hard and I know I'm going to come. I get Marc
off my stomach and tell him to get behind Jim. Reaching behind, I
part Jim's buttocks and command him to enter Jim's arse!"
"Lori, you're disgusting!" squealed Nikki, her fingers stopping
momentarily. "You and your fascination with bottoms! Why do you
want that to happen, eh?"
"I dunno. Just sometimes, when I really love him, or when we're
being really romatic, and could easily hate him with such intensity
that I want to hurt him!"
Lauren shrugged, resisting the implied request to alter her dream.
"Just as Marc pushes into him I come, holding them both, pulling
Jim in as deeply as I can and pulling Marc into Jim as far as
possible. I can just about see Jim's face, screwed up with the pain of
having Marc inside him. Then, as Marc pumps away, I feel Jim
explode inside me, his cock swelling and bulging to fill and stretch
me so much that he can hardly move. He pumps for ages, as cum
dribbles out of me. He grips my boobs, pawing at me, then sinks to
kiss my neck, still coming and pumping. Marc pulls out and I bring
him to my face, using my hand to jerk him off into my mouth and
over my boobs and Jim's face. After he's finished, I scoop up the
cum from my pussy and their cocks and we all kiss, smeared in their
cum"
"Jeeze, Lori! Sounds like you've rehearsed that one!"
"Sometimes you're in it!"
"That's sweet! I dream of you most of the time, especially in the
bath!" They fell silent, kissing occasionally, fingers exploring each
other's soaking pussy. "Lori, why all the 'bottom' stuff?"
"You know, it's just so, well, so wrong, naughty, taboo even."
"Why is it so different?"
Lauren's heart leapt. Nikki had never mentioned it before, in fact
had always been careful to disallow Lauren access to her anus -
except on one drunken occasion which didn't count. "Nikki, I'd
really like to show you. I mean it."
"But it can do damage, right?"
"Yeah, but only if you go mad." She pulled Nikki on top of her,
wrapping her legs over the back of her thighs. Her hands smoothed
her back, caressed her as they kissed. Sensing that she had
permission to proceed, she took her by the hand, scooped up their
clothing and led her naked to her bathroom. In the half-filled bath,
she soaped her all over, and introduced her slowly to first one
finger then two. Half an hour later, they lay under her sheets
together, still dripping wet, and made love.
The next afternoon, Lauren took Nikki to the airport and waved
tearfully as she disappeared through customs. She thought all the
way home about their night before, and Nikki's parting from the
children in the morning. She had kissed them both, hugged them
and told them all to look after each other. They would, promised
Lauren.
Chapter 24
Two days later, Lauren swung the car into the long term parking
space, the effort registering on the muscles in her arms which still
ached from carrying the suitcases to the car and her swimming the
day before. Their flight was at four thirty that afternoon, and they
had arrived with several hours to spare. She made sure she had
locked the car and (to her own surprise) wrote down the number of
the space for her return.
The coach whisked them (at a leisurely San Falino pace) to the
international departure terminal and dumped them on the kerb.
After twenty minutes in the check-in queue, she presented their
tickets and passports, took the boarding cards and nonchalantly
swept through passport control as though she flew every day.
Gustav met them, as arranged, at the cafe next to the departure
gate. They chatted during the hour-long wait about Venezuela, the
hotel and what they expected to see during their stay. Lauren was
pleased to find a copy of Bild magazine and although it had nothing
about Switzerland, she felt reassured just holding something so
familiar. The plane left almost on time and banked immediately to
the left. The now familiar noise came from below.
"That's the wheels coming up" said Lauren.
Emma nodded. "Daddy, will we see the Ambassador?"
"I doubt it honey. He's very busy at the moment talking about
what's happening in San Falino." replied her father.
After showing them a miserable duty free selection, the stewardess
returned with their dinners. Lauren wondered if the rolls had their
own frequent flier accounts. They were rock hard and must have
been a week old. Gustav broke his in two, and the girls giggled as
he tried valiantly to spread butter on the resulting crumbs. Lauren
looked past Emma and watched the lights of San Falino fading into
blackness, thoughts of home drifting through her mind. She
wondered how Jim was, realising that she hadn't talked to him or
thought about him for weeks. Perhaps he had a girlfriend now. She
hoped so. That would make life easier when she returned.
The remainder of the flight was uneventful and the plane taxied to a
halt on time. They collected their baggage, avoided eye contact
with the officers who lined the customs hall and then emerged into
the arrivals hall. Their taxi took them right up to the massive front
door of Le Centrale hotel, it's white columns towering up to the
second or third floor. A red-coated doorman helped them into the
lobby, smiling at the two girls and nodding at Gustav knowingly.
He checked in, pleased that the hotel expected them, and had
allocated two suites to the party. Lauren and Emma would be on
the fifth floor, while Gustav would be on the third. Two bellboys
took their luggage off into the depths of the building.
"I'm going to call the Ambassador. I expect I'll have to have dinner
with him. Why don't you two eat in the restaurant down here."
"Oh, Daddy, can't we come with you?" whined Emma in a mocking
voice.
"Don't be silly. Tomorrow night we'll go out together. Be good.
You're on the fifth, right, room 507? I'm in 302. Remember that?"
"Sure, we'll call you in about five minutes" said Lauren, pressing the
elevator button.
The golden doors of the elevator opened on the third floor and
Gustav waved good- bye. The two girls smiled as the doors opened
again and they made their way to their room. As the door opened
they looked in astonishment at the corridor which led to the lounge.
Paintings hung on the walls, and the thick carpet stretched in every
direction. On both sides of the corridor were bedrooms. There was
a small bathroom at the end, just before the door to the enormous
lounge.
Even with all the furniture the room was still gigantic, and seemed
to be divided between a contemporary dining area and traditional
lounge. Shades of green reigned supreme, with heavy dark green
curtains, pale wallpaper, a big old sofa and armchairs, plus a full-
sized glass dining table with eight modern chairs, a television and a
beautiful antique writing desk. A classic chandelier hung from the
ceiling over the dining table.
"Oh wow, look at this place. It's enormous!" shouted Emma, falling
onto the sofa.
"Hey, up!" whispered Lauren as the bellboy brought in their
luggage. Lauren motioned towards the bedroom and he placed both
suitcases on the bed. She gave him a small tip and he left, bowing
silently as he closed the door. They hurried back to the bedroom,
opening the drawers and looking inside the wardrobes. Both
bedrooms were approximately the same with bathrooms leading off.
The small bathroom off the corridor was really just a toilet and
washbasin. They explored the lounge, finding fresh fruit by the
television and all sorts of writing paper and envelopes in the desk.
Emma took her suitcase and dragged it through to the other
bedroom, somehow realising that Lauren had decided where she
would be staying. The girls unpacked, testing the beds, showers,
televisions and every other facility that was on offer.
"Hey, look at all these little soaps and things that you get!" shouted
Emma.
"I know. Have you seen inside the medicine-chest-thing yet?"
There was temporary silence. "Hey, I found allsorts of things.
Toothpaste, a nail file. And even you know what!"
"Condoms!" said Lauren.
The phone rang and they both talked excitedly to Gustav. He had
called the Ambassador and would indeed be having dinner with
him, and then asked them to eat in the hotel and charge it to their
room number. Also, would they leave him a message saying they
were going to bed so that he knew they were allright.
Lauren hung up. "We should get washed and changed." She
glanced at her watch. "Actually, it's quite early. I'm going to write
some postcards and then we can have dinner. Want to come with
me?"
"Sure, where?"
"Just downstairs to the hotel shop. I bet they sell postcards and
stamps"
They explored, choosing ten postcards of Caracas and a tourist
map, all for under two US dollars. The concierge provided the
stamps, and some details of the sights to see in the city. Lauren
spread them out on the desk back in their room, trying to find the
pictures on the tourist map, marking the spots as she found them.
"I'm going to get out of these clothes" she said, looking over her
shoulder at Emma, slumped on the sofa watching the TV.
No reply. She threw her jeans and T-Shirt on the chair in her room
and slipped of her bra. The robe behind the bathroom door was
fluffy and warm, and she pulled the cord tight before returning to
her writing.
"Hey, where did you find that?" asked Emma, impressed. Lauren
swiveled on the chair, her long tanned legs contrasting the pure
white robe.
"In the bathroom. I bet you've got one as well." Emma skipped out.
Lauren decided that she would send a card to her parents and
Nikki, plus a couple to old school friends, just to let them know
where she was. She was halfway through when Emma returned,
looking very sexy in her robe, her hair falling across her shoulders
and her bare legs flashing between the cloth as she walked. Lauren
felt her pussy hair twitching, stirring and would have pushed her
hand between her legs if she had been alone. She calculated that it
was almost two weeks since she and Emma had met that night of
the storm. They hadn't said a word about it to each other. Not that
it was taboo, just that there was nothing to say and she knew from
the look in Emma's eyes that she regarded it as a secret between the
two of them.
Emma sat and curled her legs underneath herself, watching again
the imported cartoons from America. Lauren smiled as she wrote to
Nikki, thinking of all the shocking things she could say, indeed
would have liked to say. But if her mother read it first then her own
mother would surely find out. Lauren described Felix and how they
had met. She also added some news about the Nationalists, some
bits about Jamie and then signed off. Her parents would receive a
similar card, saying that everything was fine, the children were well
and they were spending the weekend away. She finished two more
before Emma became restless, uninterested in the translated
cartoons. She wandered over to the desk.
"Can I read?"
"You can read this one, to my Mum and Dad." she said, handing
her the card. Emma read, smiled and gave it back to her.
"You get on well with your mum, don't you?"
"Mmm, OK I suppose. we've had arguments now and then"
"At least you talk. I bet my Dad doesn't even see us until it's time to
go to the airport." moaned Emma as she thumbed through the rest
of the cards, looking only at the pictures. Dropping them noisily on
the desk, she slid up onto the surface to face Lauren and watch her
licking the stamps. Her robe fell open from the waist down,
showing her legs, and, Lauren noticed, the lack of knickers. "Ahh!"
she said, pointing at her tongue.
Lauren realised with a smile what she was suggesting, took a stamp
and pressed it onto her tongue. Emma licked slowly, then watched
as Lauren stuck it to the postcard, laughing at the silliness of their
little game..
"What time shall we eat?" asked Emma.
"Up to you." Lauren watched her slim legs part slightly. Her mind
went blank, the task of writing any more an impossibility. She
leaned her head on her hand, looking up at Emma. Emma smiled
down, her eyes full of knowledge. Lauren ran the pen along her
thighs.
"So soft, so tanned." she said quietly.
"So are yours now"
Lauren ventured further, tickling her with the pen. Emma lifted her
left leg, placing her foot on the desk and exposing her damp pussy.
"Emma! What are you doing?" said Lauren, genuinely shocked.
"I just want to. I want you to see all of me. Write your name on
me!"
"That's weird!"
"Put your pen inside me, go on!"
Lauren couldn't take her eyes off the young, hairless pussy and the
flared lips that revealed her moist pink inner entrance, so tiny that it
almost begged for a tongue to ease it open. She felt herself leaning
forward, drawn to her sex. The same warnings flooded through her
mind once again, knocked aside with the argument that it was
Emma who was teasing her, rather than she seducing the young
girl.
She dropped the pen and pushed the cards to one side, gripping
Emma's taut buttocks in her hands as she pulled her closer. Opening
her mouth wide, she covered her hairless mound, pecking and
nuzzling, as Emma pulled her tight between her legs, gasping with
pleasure. Lauren slumped back in the chair, allowing her own robe
to fall open on purpose.
"Emma, you're a naughty girl sometimes!" said Lauren, breathing in
the musky scent of the girl from her own wet face. She stood,
pulling the little girl close against her as Emma squeezed her waist
with her thighs. They kissed hard while Emma ripped her robe off,
squeezing her breasts as their tongues met.
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