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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
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intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
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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.  
  



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