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Lauren Gisal Volume Two 
 
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered 
offensive to some people. Graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
material, or if you are considered a minor in your country, then 
delete this file. 
 
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criticism is welcomed. 

Chapter 47 
 
Lauren woke to find herself being shaken by the woman while  
Emma and Jamie looked down at her. 
 
"Wakey wakey, we're here. Follow me and I'll find out which rooms  
you three can have." She disappeared round the side of the truck,  
Jamie closely behind. Lauren swung off the back and landed hard  
on the ground, her limbs tight and aching. 
 
"Ow, shit!" she moaned. Looking up to find a target for her wrath,  
she discovered she was in the grounds of a wonderfully old house.  
Huge, grey flag stones climbed from the driveway forming steps up  
to a single grey door. Either side of the two-story house were bay  
windows trimmed with magnificent white climbing roses. The tiled  
grey roof rose to a high apex, just below three huge trees that  
offered shade from the sun. She heard the sound of water in the  
distance and could see bees buzzing between the roses and  
colourful borders around the grounds. A glimmer of a smile spread  
across her face as she limped off towards the children and their new  
found benefactor. 
 
"Lauren, right?" asked the woman. 
 
"Yes. What a beautiful house. Is it yours?" 
 
"My uncles. I'm using it for Nationalist work during the conflict.  
Now, my name's Maria" she announced, pulling the beret from her  
head. Her hair remained pinned up but Lauren noticed the dark  
shine of absolute health. Emma continued to sulk, staring out of the  
window. "I have to make sure your government knows you're here.  
They can then make arrangements to have you collected or  
whatever. Have you all got passports? I assume you have?" 
 
"Yes, but my father always said never to let your passport out of  
your sight." said Jamie, feeling the back of his jeans.  
 
"He's right. All I want to do is photocopy the first five pages. Then  
I'll let you have them back. Any time today is fine. Are you all  
Swiss nationals?" she asked, removing her sunglasses before  
reading from her clipboard. In profile, she was very elegant in  
Lauren's opinion. Her skin was indeed without a blemish, and her  
nose seemed perfectly proportioned. The dark hair, eyebrows and  
long eyelashes gave her a cultured, refined look. Maria looked up at  
them from her register, waiting for an answer. They nodded. "OK,  
follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying. Presently there's  
only one other group, and I expect them to move out tomorrow  
afternoon. Lauren and, er, what's the little girl's name?" 
 
"Emma" said Lauren, taking in the rest of her features. She was  
gorgeous, her white smile flashing, lighting her round face,  
contrasting against her tan. Lauren's eyes followed her neck, down  
over her breasts to the slim, belted waist. Mentally, she unpinned  
her hair and watched as her face and shoulders were framed to  
perfection. She allowed her gratitude and respect for Maria to  
mingle with less honorable feelings. 
 
"OK, Lauren and Emma will share room 4. Jamie, you can have  
room 7 on the other side of the house. Come on, follow me!" she  
said, eyes flashing as she strode off down the corridor and up the  
stairs. Lauren watched as she easily doubled up to the top, waiting  
for her guests. The rooms were furnished with twin beds, a dressing  
table with drawers, plus a small bathroom that overlooked the back  
garden. Jamie's room also had two beds, similar furniture, bathroom  
and lack of luxuries. 
 
Their downstairs tour included the lounge, a large yet dark room  
with a single pink sofa, two or three old red chairs and very  
European floral wallpaper. The room smelt as though the windows  
hadn't been opened for years. Lauren noticed the old rotary phone  
in the corner with delight. There was one other bathroom, close to  
Lauren's room. It was by far the most modern, with a whirlpool,  
separate shower and rich carpeting on the floor. The kitchen was  
light and bright, with large pots, pans and utensils hanging from  
huge hooks in the ceiling and a beige tiled floor and marble  
worktops. It had clearly been extended to make room for a  
breakfast area that doubled as an airy conservatory. Finally, Maria  
pointed out the door to the basement, remarking that there was  
little down there except storage. As the tour concluded, Lauren  
realised that the house was much larger than she would have  
thought from outside. 
 
"Breakfast is at eight o'clock," she continued, "lunch at twelve and  
dinner at six. There's a radio in the kitchen along with a phone.  
There is a television, but not good reception except for local  
channels. There's a few videos of my uncles, mostly travel stuff, I  
think. And there are plenty of books in the lounge. In the garden  
there's an exercise barn that my uncle is sort of converting at the  
moment." She paused for questions, and found silence and smiles.  
"Good! Let's have a late lunch, say at two o'clock, that will give  
you a chance to shower. There should be some clothes in your  
rooms. See you then!" She turned on her heel and swished out of  
the kitchen. 
 
The girls returned to their room with the suitcase, tipped the  
contents on the nearest bed and surveyed the dismal contents. 
 
"This means we've only really got what we have on now to wear,  
you know!" said Lauren, looking down at herself. Her face screwed  
up in displeasure. "We'll have to wash everything every night for  
the next day. What a pain!" 
 
"I'm going to shower" announced Emma, peeling her T-Shirt over  
her head. The deep seated surge of pleasure bubbled through  
Lauren once again, her heart responding predictably to the lack of a  
bra. Emma's small breasts were crowned by her sleeping nipples,  
ready to be caressed, tweaked and brought to attention. Lauren  
averted her gaze just before Emma's head emerged from the T- 
Shirt. Pretending to tidy their belongings away, she caught several  
glimpses of the youngster as her jeans dropped to the floor and she  
sat down on the bed. Pulling her legs up alternately, she removed  
her white socks and threw them on the floor. Her small, tight  
knickers stretched round her slim buttocks and looked like they cut  
almost painfully into the tops of her legs. She stood, and Lauren  
watched her buttocks twitch as she strolled into the bathroom. 
 
"Hey, I found my washing things!" shouted Lauren happily. 
 
"Good, any soap?" Emma turned to her from the doorway and  
slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. She stopped,  
waiting for a reply. 
 
"Yep. Hairbrush, plasters, toothpaste and toothbrush. Scissors,  
comb, antiseptic cream and other bits." 
 
"Glad I didn't have to carry all that!" she quipped, pushing her  
knickers down over her knees. She slipped her toes into them and  
flicked them up, catching them cleanly. Lauren saw the traces of  
pubic hair that had grown once again, just below the temptation of  
her breasts and flatness of her belly. Emma sat on the toilet and  
chatted away as she relieved herself. Lauren was torn between  
wandering into the room to talk to her as she washed and simply  
waiting, letting what was sure to happen at a more leisurely pace.  
Given that they had lunch in less than forty-five minutes, and the  
sudden realisation that they would be in the same room for however  
long it took to contact their embassy, Lauren decided that time was  
on her side, and lay down on the bed, chatting to Emma as she  
stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts of the young girl's body  
tormented her, partially satisfied with brief glimpses of her as she  
stood from the toilet, stretched loudly, bent to adjust the shower  
mat and eventually dried herself both in the bathroom and beside  
the bed. 
 
"Look what I found" said Lauren, opening one of the drawers in the  
dressing table. "Army shirts" 
 
"Hmm, they look big!" said Emma, sitting down, still naked, on the  
side of the bed. 
 
"There's lots. I expect we can borrow one or two. Here's a medium,  
try that on" 
 
Lauren stood and slipped off her own T-Shirt, followed by her bra.  
Her breasts itched from the heat and confinement, and she  
massaged them with as much dignity as she could without being  
provocative. Emma stared. Grabbing a shirt, she undid the buttons  
and slipped it on, pleased that while it was a bit big, it offered clean,  
cool clothing. It also descended mid-thigh, which meant that while  
they were in the bedroom, she could remove her kickers and wash  
them. 
 
"These are fine, right?" suggested Lauren. 
 
"Yeah!" said Emma, grabbing a shirt. She threw it on the bed and  
finished unashamedly running the towel between her legs. "Nobody  
at home has got these. Perhaps I can get a picture of me in it!" 
 
Lauren slid out of her jeans and knickers, knowing full well that  
Emma was happily staring at her. "Ugh!" she snarled. "Look, the  
dye has run in my jeans, my legs are all blue where we splashed all  
that water this morning!"  
 
Emma touched her thighs as though expecting something sticky.  
Her fingers were inches from Lauren's pussy as the two looked at  
each other. Lauren shook her head gently, smiling as she reached  
out and touched the side of her face. 
 
"Shh! I'm all smelly." But rather than walking towards the shower,  
her willpower briefly lapsed and she pulled the girl's head against  
her stomach, holding her head tight. Emma responded quickly by  
wrapping her arms around her buttocks and legs. 
 
"Oh Lori, I think we're safe for a while." Silence for several seconds  
as Lauren watched her, moving slightly as though she might be  
crying. "Thanks for looking after us!" 
 
"That's OK. Come on, I need to get washed. Stay there and talk to  
me?" 
 
Lauren wandered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She  
really wanted to go to the toilet but had no intention of going again  
in front of anyone. She showered slowly, trying hard to get rid of  
the blue stain around the tops of her legs and above her pubic hair.  
She realised that there was a feint band of blue around her stomach  
from the waistband of the jeans and cursed her luck. Obviously it  
would come off with time, but it looked horrible. They chatted as  
she washed, Emma sitting eventually on the toilet lid, babbling  
happily about their journey and their luck. Lauren emerged squeaky  
clean, dripping onto the floor as she toweled herself dry.  
 
She looked at Emma carefully with a strange feeling that she hardly  
knew the girl, much less had been her lover. There was a great deal  
of ground in her mind that would have to be covered before they  
shared the same bed again. Perhaps the war had changed their  
relationship. It had certainly taught Lauren a few things about  
herself, a fact that she was proud to admit. Deciding that there was  
no point in covering herself from another girl, she parted her legs  
slightly as she dried her pussy and the tight crack of her buttocks.  
Apart from the blue tinge to her thighs and stomach, she decided  
that she still looked reasonable, her tan extending from her trim  
breasts down passed the triangle of dark hair over her silky thighs  
to her toes. Emma certainly seemed to approve and barely took her  
eyes off the soft curves of her figure. 
 
Dressed and clean, the two girls giggled as they emerged into the  
hallway. In their new regulation shirts, without shoes and socks,  
they made their way downstairs in search of food and life. 
 
Maria didn't object to the use of the shirts, and after the first day,  
Jamie joined in, although he continued to wear his jeans as well.  
The phone turned out to be barred from long distance and operator  
connected calls, so Lauren settled down to write to her parents and  
the Swiss Embassy in Venezuela, handing the letters to Maria to  
put in with the military mail the next day. 
 
As she explored their new surroundings, the realisation hit her that  
the house was more secluded than she had originally thought, high  
in the hills with a breathtaking view in almost all directions. They  
met the other couple that Maria had mentioned, a girl and boy from  
a local village of about Emma's age, who were unrelated but both  
from families who were only temporarily resident. Their explanation  
in a mixture of languages was beyond the powers of Jamie and  
Lauren, but they seemed nice enough. They shared a room next to  
Emma and Lauren, which struck her as strange, but she thought it  
may have been busy when they were brought in. She knew they  
were both thankful for the help, and smiled at each other  
continually as though the best of friends. 
 
Their first day at the house could only be described as relaxing and  
quiet. They were required to share chores like some of the cooking  
duties, cleaning, and expected to keep their rooms clean. Maria  
flitted around, talking on the phone, on the radio from the truck, or  
hustling soldiers who delivered food and other packages to her. Her  
mood softened the more she spoke to Lauren, until at the end of the  
second day, Lauren felt that she really seemed to want to speak to  
her, to almost crave her company.  
 
They spent almost an hour together in the morning after breakfast.  
Lauren initially offered to lend a hand around the house, and Maria  
assigned her some menial duties that included filing, shifting boxes  
from the front door to the kitchen and cleaning. Once she was  
finished, Maria found her in the lounge sitting on the sofa and the  
two talked about anything and everything. Maria told her about her  
film production, an aborted career in public relations and her travels  
around the world. She had been to Switzerland, had fallen in love,  
married and been divorced in the space of four years. On occasions,  
Maria would touch Lauren's arm, adding sincerity to her words,  
seeking reassurance that when she said that men were bastards  
sometimes, it of course didn't include her boyfriend. To Lauren's  
surprise, she added that women were the same to each on occasions  
as well, which caused them both to laugh and read into the words  
whatever they liked. 
 
Lauren, however, nodded continually, absorbing much of the  
woman's fascinating history, and digesting her rehearsed speech  
about the treacherous government, the brutality of the police state  
and the cause of the Nationalist forces. But Lauren detected, after  
listening for five minutes to Maria, that there were undertones of  
sincerity, based on her upbringing, the poverty surrounding her  
childhood, and the chance she had been offered to make something  
of her life. Lauren added occasional confirmations when prompted,  
watching the woman's lips as she spoke, the soft, dark outline of  
her hair, and the rise and fall of her chest as the drama and passion  
of her speech gathered to a crescendo. 
 
"Lauren, through your upbringing, you've probably never been to  
bed hungry. You didn't have to go out and find food for your family  
when you were seven years old. Or look after your father." Lauren  
bowed her head, embarrassed at her life-style. "The people of this  
country have toiled for too long without their just rewards. Do you  
know, the top two percent of this country own ninety-three percent  
of the land?" 
 
Lauren shrugged, looking around the room, wishing she could bring  
herself to tell Maria that she too had suffered problems during her  
childhood, and although not money- related, they had been indelibly  
etched in her mind. She could see in Maria's eyes the fire and force  
of the depth of her feelings, and felt the woman's silent accusations  
of leading a pampered, over-fed, guiltless life. Maria rose and swept  
out of the room, leaving Lauren to stare at the open door as her  
footsteps receded. 
 
Just after lunch on the third day, Lauren found Maria and Emma  
deep in conversation in the breakfast area. Clearly the subject was  
not for her ears, because they were huddled close together across  
the table, but Emma emerged from the talks much happier than she  
had been since their arrival. 
 
On two occasions, Maria had caught Lauren puffing up the stairs  
and joked about her fitness level. She suggested that Lauren join  
her on a daily workout of thirty minutes in the barn. Lauren found  
all manner of reasons to fob her off, but secretly visited the barn to  
see for herself what might be required. After all, if she was to be  
holed up for any length of time, any diversion from a daily diet of  
Spanish cartoons, unintelligible news and eating might be very  
welcome. 
 
The barn was larger than a double garage but still small enough to  
feel at home. The cobbled floor had been covered in places to  
support exercise bikes and weight machines. A ladder led up to the  
old part of the hay loft that hadn't been touched. Windows had been  
put in to give the place more light and magnificent views of the hilly  
countryside. Lauren imagined it would be wonderful in the evening,  
as long as the mosquitoes didn't know about it. 
 
But it was the fourth day that gave Lauren a surprise that disturbed  
her. Shortly after a marathon two hour chat with Maria, in which  
they had discussed the war, men, isolation in the hills and Maria's  
career before the military, Lauren took what had become a regular  
afternoon stroll round the grounds, leaving the others to watch  
television. She crossed the driveway and walked parallel to the low  
wall that marked the edge of the property.  
 
Occasionally, small cars and trucks would pass her. She recognised  
the sound of the army truck approaching from behind and thought  
little of it. But as it passed, she saw a young man sitting in the back,  
leaning casually over the tailgate with a camera in his hands.  
Instantly, she knew him and waved, desperately trying to think  
where she had seen him. What was more surprising was that he  
waved back, happily to start with then his actions slowing to a stop,  
as though he had been told to sit down and behave. For ten minutes  
after the truck had crested the hill she still couldn't remember where  
she had seen him. Wandering back to the house she entered the  
lounge, absently piecing together glimpses of his face, trying to fit it  
to it's rightful environment.  
 
"What's happening?" she asked, slumping into one of the over-sized  
red chairs. Jamie looked up briefly before telling her of the cease- 
fire and negotiations sponsored by the UN. 
 
"Perhaps we'll see Mum and Dad?" said Emma, suddenly interested  
in politics. UN representatives were surrounded by reporters,  
reading from a letter that seemed to be good news. 
 
"That's it. He's a reporter." 
 
"Do what?" asked Jamie. 
 
"The man I saw. He's a reporter!" 
 
"Oh no, Lauren's had too much sun!" said Emma, still staring at the  
television. 
 
"No, I saw him on the back of a truck just now." 
 
"Yeah, time for your lie down!" added Jamie. 
 
"I didn't see a truck" said Emma 
 
"Not on the TV, up by the gate!"  
 
"OK, whatever you say." said Jamie, returning to the television.  
Lauren smiled, recalling the episode on the airplane months ago.  
Hardly the right sort of person she thought for war-torn San Falino,  
but definitely someone she trusted at the time. God, the things she  
had told him. And the things that he had guessed absolutely  
correctly. About her and Nikki. 
 
Maria brought her back to her senses as she strode into the room,  
bouncing on the soles of her feet. "OK, who's for a workout. Jamie,  
how are your muscles? Need toning up?" 
 
"Ugh, no, I'm all right, thanks!" he replied, embarrassed by her  
question but still able to respond with lust in his eyes as his gaze  
stopped at the crotch of her lycra shorts. Lauren knew there was  
nothing of her shape to be seen, but she had a wonderful figure that  
shouted for attention and could forgive Jamie for being mesmerised. 
 
"Emma, what about you?" 
 
"No, thanks though" replied Emma without sincerity. 
 
"Lauren?" 
 
"I've got nothing to wear except this shirt, though." 
 
"Yeah, but we've got seventeen boxes of those in the garage. A  
mistake by one of those I rescued in filling out an order form.  
Lovely girl, though. Lovely." 
 
"OK, but nothing strenuous." 
 
"Good for you, come on! Go and get a clean one for later" she said,  
wheeling round and marching out of the door. Emma and Jamie  
giggled at Lauren as she pretended to be in pain getting out of the  
chair. She collected a spare shirt and towel and made her way  
across the grass to the old barn.  
 
The heavy black door was ajar, and from beyond came the swishing  
of one of the exercise bikes. Maria sat contentedly, headphones  
over her ears, staring out the window as she peddled at a regular,  
brisk pace. She seemed to be humming along with the music, and  
oblivious to Lauren's arrival. The smell of hay from the loft caught  
her memories, whisking her back almost ten years to a holiday she  
had spent with her parents on a farm in northern Italy. Feeding the  
horses had been the best part, plus playing with her brother in the  
barn, tumbling in the hay, hiding from grown-ups while handfuls of  
hay stuck in her clothing. The smell of youthful innocence and  
heady summer school holidays. 
 
Lauren smiled, walking over the cobbled floor into her field of  
view. "Here I am. I feel tired just watching you." 
 
"Ha ha. Take this one next to me. Just sit up and put your feet on  
the pedals. Here, I'll set it at 'easy'. Keep the speedo showing ten  
miles an hour and you'll be fine." As she adjusted her feet on the  
pedals she caught sight of the wonderful gap between the top of  
Maria's thighs, and the almost certain shape of her pussy, hugged by  
the tight lycra. A surge of pleasure fled from her pussy through her  
body as she registered a matching lycra top with a broad crimson  
flash across her breasts, a short sleeved and healthy-looking suit in  
comparison with Lauren's army issue clothing. She breathed deeply  
and began to pedal, smiling and giggling with Maria as she too  
made a swishing noise. "That's it, see, it's easy. Take your time!"  
Maria stood watching for a while, earnestly taking in Lauren's  
physique. "OK, stop for a moment. These are the muscles that you  
want to develop" she said, slapping the back of her own calves.  
"Every time you push down, the muscle is used, so put your effort  
into those down-strokes. These don't have toe-caps, otherwise you  
could do the other leg muscles as well." 
 
Lauren experimented, looking at Maria for encouragement. A smile  
suggested that she was doing reasonably well. Maria moved closer,  
and knelt beside her, taking her calve in both hands. 
 
"Good, that's getting a lot of attention." Her hands moved over her  
knee and gripped around her thigh. "Keep going!" Lauren felt her  
stomach rippling with the unexpected attention. Rapidly, she  
retraced the conversations and encounters that she had had with  
Maria. Mentally marking them out of ten she decided that there was  
a good chance that Maria was making advances to her, especially  
after their discussion about men, loneliness and relationships the  
other day. Lauren suddenly realised that she had been slow to  
interpret the conversation as anything other than gossip between  
girls. She looked back at the door, and then out of the window.  
 
"How does it feel?" asked Maria. 
 
"Wow, I'm puffed." 
 
"I'll tell you what, that shirt is in your way, right?" 
 
"Mmm" 
 
"So, tie it up at your waist. You've got knickers on, right?" 
 
"I've got my only knickers on!" 
 
"Oh yeah, I remember. Keep going!" They laughed as Maria pulled  
the shirt tails from under her bottom and slowly pulled the material  
together. Maria's hands pushed the shirt against her breasts as she  
oragnised it to look the best. She stood back to admire her work  
before tying a huge knot in the shirt. The cool breeze from the bike  
and Maria's delicate fingers over her stomach made her pussy  
twitch with delight. "There, how does that feel?" 
 
"Much better" 
 
"Good, you've got wonderful legs, so brown! And your stomach!"  
she said, running her hand across her navel, brushing the waistband  
of her knickers, "It' so flat, great muscles, ready for toning up I  
think." 
 
"That's better, this peddaling is making me hot." 
 
"Me too, I think I'll join you, it's too warm to wear trousers for  
exercise." Maria slid the sheer material down her legs, just over her  
knees before turning, catching Lauren's stare. "You don't mind, do  
you?" she asked, hitching up her black knickers. 
 
"No, of course not!" 
 
"You're so sweet. I didn't think you would." she replied, sliding  
them off her feet and turning towards Lauren as she folded them  
onto a chair. She mounted the bike again and started pedaling, this  
time without her headphones. Lauren knew it was decision time, or  
she may even be past that point already. The invitation was there,  
she was sure. On the plus side she could list a hundred reasons to  
develop a relationship. Security and sanctuary in a war-torn land;  
the woman is beautiful, healthy; she has a beautiful smile; Maria  
seems to genuinely like her; she was bored, lonely, had little to do  
but wait; she might never see Maria again. Then it struck her that  
Maria might even try and seduce Emma. After all, they had been  
talking like a pair of conspirators back in the conservatory that day.  
They were both over eighteen; her parents would never know. She  
needed satisfaction from someone, not Emma, someone older. 
 
On the minus side was the effect it might have on Emma and Jamie.  
Her mind drifted, calculating the words she would use to explain it  
to the children. Words came and rattled around in her head, taking  
up enough time to allow Lauren to convince herself that she had  
explored every aspect of it. 
 
Maria stopped after about five minutes, slipped a video into the  
player and started cycling again. A wonderful panoramic shot from  
a mountain filled the screen before the camera soared down the  
valley, following a winding river. Shots of dense jungle, ravines,  
pure, still water lakes and huge trees captivated her as she  
maintained her pedaling. She was so wrapped up in the film that it  
was a shock when Maria announced that she had done fifteen miles,  
and should stop.  
 
"Try getting down and walk around a little. Whatever you do, don't  
stop moving those muscles. Walk around the room for at least a  
minute" 
 
Lauren stepped down, feeling woozy and giddy from the exertion.  
She steadied herself with her hands, walking up and down until she  
felt her legs react properly. Even so, the feeling of light-headedness  
and well-being prevailed. 
 
"Good?" asked Maria. 
 
"Great, but I'll ache in the morning." 
 
"That's when you come back for more. Lay down on the floor for a  
while, and I'll massage your legs for you." The idea appealed to  
Lauren as she dropped to her knees and stretched out on her  
stomach. She felt Maria sit beside as her as she turned her head  
away and closed her eyes. The girl's hands gripped her neck and  
squeezed slowly, firmly, soothing away her aches under their  
special touch. Moving to her shoulders, she felt her kneading the  
tension, pushing in the direction of her neck, slowly but firmly.  
Lauren murmured her appreciation, gently squeezing her mound  
against the cobbled floor, gently to conceal her intent , consoling  
her pussy and promising it attention in the near future. 
 
The hands moved over her bunched up shirt, pushing the material  
up even further from her waist, relaxing her back, traveling lower  
and lower towards her buttocks. Briefly, Maria massaged her  
buttocks before shifting her position and sliding down towards  
Lauren's feet. She picked up her left foot and rubbed the calf  
muscle, moving gently to her thigh. Pressure on the inside of  
Lauren's leg caused her to move her leg outwards a couple of  
inches. Her tight buttocks parted to reveal the soft skin where her  
knickers met her inner thighs, the indentation of her pussy and the  
translucent patch marking the entrance to her aroused sex. 
 
Maria continued to stroke her thighs, fingertips teasing up and  
down, alternating between thighs as Lauren's bottom rose very  
slowly in the air. She lay back down on the floor, grinding her  
pussy against the stone in an obvious circular pattern, pulling her  
knickers tighter between her pussy lips. Maria leaned over her and  
briefly kissed the top of her thighs. 
 
Stay there, I'll go get the refreshments." Lauren lifted her head  
sleepily and watched the girl's bottom as she slipped through the  
door, her long legs firm and the patch of light between her thighs  
more inviting than ever. She smiled as with only knickers covering  
her bottom, she strode across towards the house. 
 
Lauren sat up. The room was hot, and could have benefited from a  
fan. A few books lined the walls, and straw from the loft lay on the  
floor in places. Cheap carpet had been used in places, and a long  
mirror on one wall had been placed to give the sense of depth. It  
worked to some extent, and Lauren moved slowly, watching  
herself, turning in profile to see the shape of her breasts. She was  
pleased that she had stayed relatively cool; she pushed her fingers  
down her knickers and brought them up to her nose. Satisfied, she  
pulled the gusset away from her pussy, feeling more comfortable as  
it emerged from between her labia and buttocks. She heard Maria  
approaching. Once again, she mentally weighed the issues at stake.  
If the analysis that took place in her mind had been conducted in  
real life, there would have been a public outcry. 
 
"Hey, I found some wine in the fridge. Californian. Hold this bag  
and follow me!" 
 
Lauren looked at her with a smile, wondering where they could  
possibly go. With a chuckle, Maria climbed the ladder to the hay  
loft, taking the glasses and wine bottle with her. Lauren looked up,  
seeing now the unmistakable cleft of her labia and the strong, fit  
shape of her legs. Perfume mingled with the heady smell of the hay.  
Lauren handed her the bag and climbed up after her. As she  
scrunched down into the hay Maria pulled up the ladder with a rope  
and secured it. 
 
"There, now we can relax. You can see for miles up here, but  
nobody can see you, not even from the road." Lauren lay back  
against a bale of hay, arranging herself so that the coarse strands  
didn't poke into her buttocks. It was hot up in the loft, and the sun  
spilled through the door, making her dozy again. Maria sat next to  
her cross-legged, tugging the cork from the wine with a flourish  
and pouring out two glassfuls. 
 
"Here's to victory" 
 
"Victory!" smiled Lauren, sipping noisily. "Mmm, that's lovely" she  
commented, lounging back, closing her eyes as she soaked up the  
sun. They chatted, exploring topics of mutual interest until Maria  
brought up the subject of the children. 
 
"What about school, though?" 
 
"We had this man called Quintero who was hopeless. He became  
involved in the war although I don't know which side he was on.  
We haven't seen him for weeks, although I think Jamie's mother still  
pays his bills. I taught them a few things, where he left off, but it's  
not easy." 
 
"Like what?" 
 
"Mmm?" 
 
"What did you teach them?" 
 
"Oh, I don't know. Bits of mathematics, some English." 
 
"I bet the main thing they need is your support and love if their  
parents are away." 
 
"I don't know. Emma maybe. Jamie is reasonably independent.  
Sometimes he needs help, and at other times he shuns it." 
 
"He likes you. He's a young sixteen year old, his hormones are  
working overtime at the moment. I bet you a million dollars that  
you're a subject of his masturbatory fantasies." 
 
"Rubbish!" laughed Lauren. 
 
"Why not? It must be wonderful to have a beautiful girl walking  
around the house only wearing a bikini." 
 
"I'm not beautiful, I'm just plain old me" said Lauren, looking down  
at her lap. 
 
"Rubbish, you have a wonderful figure..." 
 
"Not like you, though" said Lauren, gazing at her chest. They fell  
silent for a while, sipping slowly until Maria refilled their glasses. 
 
"What about Emma. She's an absolute delight." 
 
"She's so pretty, so beautiful." Lauren trailed off, her memories  
allowing her a smile. "But that seems to be a disadvantage. None of  
the boys dare go near her for fear of rejection. So she's never really  
talked to boys so she's having a hard time watching other people  
her age with boyfriends." 
 
"She thinks the world of you." 
 
Lauren smiled, wondering what else they had discussed. "What  
about you, any boyfriends?" she asked, quickly changing the  
subject. 
 
"I told you, only one who's serving in the north." 
 
"Oh yes, sorry. I bet you miss him" 
 
"Yup." replied Maria. Once again, silence, until, to Lauren's  
amazement, she heard Maria sniffing. 
 
"What's up?" 
 
"I miss him, I worry about him every day" she said, wiping her nose  
on her hand. 
 
Lauren reached out and pulled her closer, putting her arm round her  
neck. "Hey, I'm sure he'll be fine. After all, air force supplies  
administration can't be very near the front line." 
 
"You were listening, then." said Maria, apparently pleased that  
Lauren remembered their conversation. 
 
"Yeah, it all goes in and stays there. Just takes time to get it back  
out." she replied, smiling and pulling Maria closer. She felt her  
chuckle and looked down at the curled up shape of the girl. The  
lycra was stretched taught over her shoulders, leaving a bare band  
between the end of the zip and knickers. Long brown legs curled up  
in the hay, dappled by the sun. They were about the same colour as  
her own. She jumped slightly as she felt the cool base of Maria's  
wineglass come to rest on her thigh. Her heart beat wildly as she  
took stock of their position, cuddled up together in the hay, warm  
from exercise and the sun, mellowed by the wine. A surge in her  
stomach confirmed her needs. Leaning down, she brushed her  
cheek against Maria's head, lightly at first, then harder to confirm  
that it was no accident. The wine glass moved, slowly tracing a  
pattern on her thigh. 

Chapter 48 
 
Lauren exhaled, signaling acceptance of the invitation. Maria  
snuggled deeper against her chest, her cheek rubbing against  
Lauren's nipple. As if on cue, they both drained their glasses and  
placed them near the ladder. She caressed the side of Maria's head,  
feeling the long, straight hair between her fingers, playing with it,  
twirling it around and noting the smoothness of each strand. She  
felt fingers traversing her stomach, moving from her thigh, over her  
hip and up towards her breasts, never quite touching her before  
making the long trek back down again. Thoroughly relaxed, Lauren  
shifted slightly so that more of their bodies were in contact. Maria  
took advantage and slipped her left leg over Lauren's. The sun  
blazed down and both girls knew there was no rush. 
 
Lauren was happy, bubbling inside with excitement and  
anticipation. A new conquest, albeit easy, another human to  
explore, to understand, to please. Lauren's senses seemed alive,  
listening, waiting for input and instruction. The silky feeling of their  
legs contrasted to the prickly hay in an wonderful way, and Lauren  
almost squealed in delight as she felt Maria's thin fingers testing the  
knot in her shirt. Her thumb pushed underneath the bunched up  
material, smooth and firm against the base of her breast. Lauren  
leaned down slowly, brushing a kiss in her hair. She wanted her lips  
dearly, wanted to taste them and feel that clean sensitive embrace  
that she had only found from a girl. The sensation of purity and  
understanding that she knew would put her on the path to total joy  
and satisfaction. Maria now had two fingers underneath her shirt  
and had bypassed the knot. With a fluid movement that suprised  
even Lauren, she turned Maria almost onto her back and cupped  
her cheek, caressing her, suggesting the embrace. 
 
Maria looked up, keeping her fingers in motion, still brushing her  
breast, and looked longingly into her eyes. Lauren's heart raced,  
melting with the doe-like look of the girl, her lips very slightly  
parted, her straight black hair framing her beautiful round face as it  
fell over her shoulders and breasts. Lauren's eyes slowly closed as  
she brought her lips towards Maria, feeling the warmth of her skin  
and the rush of her breath before they touched. A final sigh from  
Maria whispered through the loft as their lips touched, sending a  
wave of pleasure through Lauren as she once again tasted the fruits  
of indulgence. A tongue flicked at her lips, warm, sensuous, expert.  
Lauren brought up her leg, acknowledging the demands of her  
pussy, signaling the next step. 
 
Lauren reached down and stroked the girl's face, slipping down her  
neck as their embrace became stronger. She ran her middle finger  
down, tracing the outline of the edge of Maria's breast, using three  
fingers as she rounded the underside, and her thumb as she sought  
the nipple. Soft moans from Maria encouraged, maddened her as  
Maria still struggled with the knot in her shirt. 
 
"Let me" she whispered, reaching down and pulling hard, leaving  
the knot almost undone. Maria flicked at the buttons, opening her  
shirt steadily until the two halves fell aside. 
 
"Oh God, Lauren, you're absolutely beautiful!" breathed Maria,  
licking gently at her neck as her tongue made it's way lower, teasing  
between her firm orbs until she found a nipple. "Beautiful" 
 
Groaning at her touch, Lauren reached down and pulled the back of  
her lycra top up towards her shoulders. With Maria's arms stretched  
upwards, Lauren pulled it over her head and dropped it beside their  
glasses. Maria's breasts were big, but not out of proportion, Her  
nipples were also larger than Lauren's, possibly because they were  
standing out proud, waiting for Lauren's thumb and finger. She was  
tanned all over and Lauren greedily found her lips again, kissing her  
deeply now as they both caressed each other. With passion  
mounting slowly, Lauren slid back down into the hay and  
introduced her leg between Maria's thighs, pushing up against her  
pussy. She reveled in the feeling as Maria returned the contact,  
moving slowly back and forth against her thigh. 
 
Their tongues dueled, flicking deep along each other's teeth, breasts  
molding together. Lauren sat up slightly, breaking the embrace, and  
kissed from her mouth, along her cheek, over her ear, moving lower  
in tiny pecks of her lips over the girl's neck. Maria pulled her tight,  
moaning as the tongue descended, flicking at her nipples and  
suckling her breasts. Lauren pushed her arm under Maria's back and  
pulled her up off the hay, arching her back. Slipping her knees  
underneath the girl, Lauren provided support while her kisses found  
the muscular stomach and her right hand slowly disappeared  
between the girl's clamped thighs. She moved her hand higher  
between her thighs, and was pleased to feel the wetness that had  
seeped through her knickers as her wrist touched home. 
 
Maria's moans grew louder as she parted her legs slightly, allowing  
Lauren greater access to her pussy and the delights beyond. Lauren  
shifted once again, lying alongside the girl, her head resting gently  
on her thighs. She licked slowly, pecking occasionally as she  
worked her way closer to her sex, announcing her intention to bring  
her tongue to bear on her sweet mound. Once again, the heat from  
the girl caused her own pussy to tremble. She laid her right leg flat  
on the hay and bent her left leg at the knee, opening herself up to  
the attention of Maria's tongue. Lauren could see the tiny black  
hairs that had pushed their way underneath her knickers and the  
sweet bulge of her labia that rose gently from her pubic mound. Her  
heart thumped at the sight as she felt a deep release of whatever  
chemical was responsible for heightening her arousal. Her tongue  
traced the edge of her knickers, teasing underneath the elastic,  
probing her lips and tasting the sweet juice of her hot pussy. Lauren  
realised how much she had missed the taste, the delightful way it  
always coated her tongue, covered her fingers and managed to  
smear all over her face. The thickness of Emma had been an  
incredible moment, her sweet taste heightened by the knowledge  
that she was so young, almost innocent and a radiant beauty who  
reciprocated willingly.  
 
Lauren slipped her hand under Maria's bottom and tugged at her  
knickers, releasing some of the taut material so that her tongue  
slipped underneath more easily. She lapped over her lips, probing  
her labia with lust, pushing at the small folds of skin that concealed  
the very center of her sex. Maria groaned continually, pulling at  
Lauren's bottom, almost dragging her towards her mouth. Lauren  
felt the girl's breath over her mound, then her lips resting over her  
pussy. Maria continued to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipple  
and sending ripples through both of them. 
 
"Wait!" whispered Maria breathlessly, sliding round. Lauren  
wondered if she had somehow hurt her or done something wrong as  
she felt herself pulled back against the hay. "Sit up." she said,  
arranging Lauren so that she looked directly out of the hay loft  
door with the sun shining straight at her. Maria slipped down to her  
thighs, pushed her head between her legs and parted her thighs,  
allowing the sun to shine directly on her pussy. "You have such an  
adorable pussy, my dear! Feel it warming up? " 
 
Lauren closed her eyes, sinking slightly in the hay so that the sun  
had an even better chance of warming her. "Mmm, so warm, and  
cozy." murmured Lauren. Maria flicked at her with her tongue,  
slowly and carefully, as she pushed further underneath the elastic of  
Lauren's knickers. Her thighs trembled with expectation as she  
leaned back as far as possible, bringing her pussy up as high as she  
could in order to offer herself to Maria. Just as she was about to cry  
out from pent up desire she felt fingers delving underneath her  
buttocks to grip the material, pulling hard without a care, tugging  
down to expose the soft curls of her pubic mound. Immediately,  
Maria dived onto the revealed patch, twirling her tongue and  
fingers in celebration as she neared the hidden clitoris and beginning  
of the widening valley of her vagina. With the extra freedom, the  
girl's tongue slipped under the gusset, delicately coursing along her  
lips, trembling slightly, flicking in and out as Maria tasted the sweet  
honey pot of her desire. For several minutes, she licked luxuriously  
along the length of her labia, pulling her knickers further down her  
thighs until they reached her ankles. Maria pulled Lauren's feet back  
towards her head, opening her completely to her tongue and  
displaying the small brown opening of her anus to the world.  
Leaning on her legs, she pushed her tongue feverishly between  
Lauren's liquid lips, seeking out the walls of her vagina with her  
darting tongue as her fingers massaged the hole beneath. Lauren  
knew for certain now that orgasm was fast approaching, and,  
seemingly unable to control her groans and irregular breathing, she  
grabbed her breasts between her hands and squeezed the pleasure  
out of them. 
 
"Can you see?" asked Maria. "Can you see my tongue flicking at  
your clit, disappearing into your pussy?" Lauren was stunned at her  
language, and just about managed a 'yes' in response before Maria  
once again licked up one side of her pussy and down the other,  
pausing briefly to part her labia and flick at the hood of her clitoris.  
"Watch, see my tongue as it goes in? It comes out again with your  
love all over it. You taste so good!" Lauren did indeed see much of  
what was happening, in between the involuntary fluttering of her  
eyelids and trembling of her legs. Orgasm was well over the horizon  
and approaching rapidly. The flicking of her tongue increased in  
pace as her fingers parted her labia, allowing her greater depth and  
exploration of the walls of her vagina. Lauren was shaking,  
delighted in how deep Maria seemed to be able to penetrate. 
 
Lauren felt the stiff tongue being replaced with a finger as Maria  
brought her attention back to Lauren's clitoris. With wet firmness,  
the tongue probed around her hood, coaxing the tiny button out to  
receive the full attention that she needed. Lauren groaned as the  
pleasure level increased yet again and grabbed her buttocks,  
spreading herself and exposing her anus to fresh air and the probing  
of her own finger. 
 
"Oh yes, now! Please let me come, please! begged Lauren, shaking  
visibly as Maria sucked gently on her. Slowly, Lauren pushed her  
middle finger into her anus, no more than half an inch, but enough  
to give her another dimension of erotic stimulus. Maria curled her  
tongue around her clitoris, alternately sucking and licking as she  
expertly brought Lauren to the brink of orgasm. "Please, for God's  
sake!" she cried as she felt the peak drifting away. Maria grabbed  
her knickers, already stretched between her ankles, and pulled them  
roughly towards her, spreading Lauren wide open, ready for the  
final assault. Straddling her, Maria leaned over to place her mouth  
over Lauren's clitoris, pushing her legs down so that her knees sunk  
into her chest and her knickers were stretched tight. Taking the tiny  
nubbin between her lips, she flicked rapidly, sucking and trembling,  
bringing Lauren shooting up from a quiet bubbling of pleasure to  
hurtle over the top, soaring into orgasm and the white beyond. She  
shook under Maria as the wave carried her off, and gripped the  
older girl's buttocks to try and prevent herself from falling out of  
the loft. She shook continually, groaning silently as Maria slowed  
her pace to one of gentle caress, and as Lauren pulled her closer to  
her body she heard the ripping of material and felt Maria fall deeper  
between her legs, her nose pushing between her pussy lips to ripple  
on her orgasm for what felt like the rest of the afternoon. 
 
As they disentangled, she felt herself kissing Maria seductively,  
stretching over the ledge of the loft, thanking her as the sun bathed  
their bodies once again. Together, they caressed, calming down  
from their passionate peak to simply converse through touch.  
Lauren explored her breasts, toying with the nipples, discovering  
her sensitivities, her firmness and the way she tensed and purred  
when her ears were kissed. After the last of the wine, they stared  
silently out at the mid afternoon. Lauren slipped her hand around  
Maria's buttocks and pushed her knickers down her thighs,  
watching as they shifted to her ankles and were discarded with her  
own rags. She glimpsed at her pubic mound, glorious as it proudly  
stood between her thighs, hair neatly trimmed short and tidy, with  
the hint of the wetness beyond. Without a care in the world, the  
two girls entwined, caressed, embraced and slept. 
 
Lauren awoke thirsty, a dry taste in her mouth and hay sticking into  
her bottom. She looked down and watched as Maria stirred quietly  
next to her. She indeed did have an impressive body. Lean, firm  
muscled limbs without a spare ounce of fat. A strong, healthy  
stomach and rounded breasts. Her legs concealed her pussy, but  
Lauren allowed her imagination to fill in the missing parts until  
stirrings below suggested she should stop. She reached over and  
shook the hay from the remains of her knickers. They were simply a  
piece of material now, with the waistband ripped. She might be able  
to mend them but they would be uncomfortable. Shrugging she  
tossed them aside and returned her thoughts to Maria. 
 
She woke her with a kiss on the forehead, pleased that she cuddled  
into her as her dream faded. "Hey, it's me!" said Lauren, running  
her fingers over her stomach. "We must have fallen asleep. Maria  
sat up, blinking in the bright sunlight. She curled her legs around  
her bottom, hiding her vagina and a little embarrassed at her nudity.  
Lauren fluttered inside at the thought of further love-making,  
reached out and pulled the girl towards her. She shifted slowly,  
placing a leg either side of Lauren's so that their knees were  
together as they faced each other. Lauren looked down between her  
cleavage at the tight mat of hair, then back up as Maria planted the  
sweetest of kisses on her lips. 
 
"I have to do some work this afternoon, or what's left of it" said  
Maria. 
 
"Work?" asked Lauren, surprised that their session was to be  
terminated. 
 
"Hey, don't forget you've got to exercise every day. Let's not wear  
you out, eh?" 
 
They smiled, Lauren understanding that there was no rush. It was  
just the same the first time Nikki had made love to her. Lauren had  
been shocked by Nikki's skill in loving, her knowledge (or sense) of  
how Lauren felt, and by the way she had resisted advances after  
Lauren had finally settled from her orgasm. It had been many days  
later - but the first opportunity - when they had been alone again  
that Lauren could return the compliment. 
 
She pulled the shirt on and buttoned it casually at the front, making  
sure it dropped down her thighs to cover the lack of knickers from  
prying eyes. Maria dressed too, slipping on her top and black  
knickers. She stooped to pick up the bottle and white bag before  
lowering the ladder. 
 
"What was in the bag?" 
 
"Food. Just in case were got stranded up here all night!" 
 
"Perhaps we might one day!" 
 
"We'll have to engineer something!" she grinned as she descended.  
Without shame, Maria peered up as Lauren came down, watching  
her strong brown thighs and the dark hint of her pussy beneath the  
shirt. She caught her in her arms and kissed her quickly on the lips.  
"Hey, you've got straw everywhere!" she said, running her fingers  
through Lauren's hair. They turned as she finished, looking back at  
the exercise bikes, and smiled at each other. 



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