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                                Lauren Gisal   
    
****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection ****  
  
The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive 
by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual 
intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without  their consent. 
Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such 
material then  read no further and delete this file. You will note that 
by way of the plot and characterisation   that there is no intent to 
condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the   
story serves as a warning.   
 
The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material 
on the understanding that   it is not for financial gain and it is 
credited to the author, Francis Dashwood.   

Chapter 17

Wednesday 5th August

Lauren naturally spent the early part of the week bringing Nikki up to 
date with her exploits at the studio, revealing more and more of the 
details as Nikki subjected her to relentless questioning. In fact, by the 
end of Tuesday, Nikki said that the afternoon sounded like a story of 
fairy-tale romance; Champagne, bright lights and beautiful people. 
However, Lauren's narrative was enough to provide Nikki with a 
graphic picture of the afternoon and a noticeable damp spot between 
her legs as she sat crossed-legged on the bed in a very un-ladylike 
fashion. Clearly, Lauren had added a certain bias towards the 
romantic side, but in truth, it had turned out to be one of the most 
enjoyable days of her young life. She had even managed to get Jim's 
phone number, and had it written on her hand and committed to 
memory before the train left the station. As she told and retold her 
story to Nikki, so she looked forward to the rest of the holidays and 
the other events that were scheduled to take place.

Lauren and Nikki spent Tuesday together shopping for clothes and 
shoes. Lauren had been dragged from her bed at eleven o'clock by 
Nikki and pushed out of the door towards the bus stop to the 
applause of her mother. The girls each bought a pair of shoes; Nikki 
had needed a new pair of trainers while Lauren had been looking for 
something suitable for AnneMarie Grob's wedding. With the shoes 
purchased all that remained was to make sure that the dress fitted.

So on Wednesday morning, after a long shower, Lauren sat in the big 
armchair in the lounge, wearing her old jeans and a red T-Shirt (from 
her grandmother two summers earlier) with a big picture of Winnie 
the Pooh emblazoned across its front.  Her legs curled underneath her 
as she picked up the telephone carefully, watching it as she lifted it to 
her ear. She looked up the phone number in the local directory and 
dialed, cupping the receiver and turning away from the door.

"Hi, it's Lauren. Just wondered when I should come round." She 
looked briefly at the television, as though she might see the Kristal's 
picture appear, then across to the door, and over to the window. 
"Sure, it's ready?" she said quietly. "OK, how about just before 
midday? Fine, see you soon".

Lauren replaced the receiver and stared at it, replaying every word of 
the conversation, analysing the innuendo and inflections for signs of 
hidden meaning. There were none. She climbed the stairs, and shut 
the bedroom door behind her. She convinced herself that she would 
just go over there, get the dress, make sure it was the right size, and 
be back for a late lunch. She had thought long and hard about their 
last encounter, and although it still made her feel good just to think of 
it, she now had a boyfriend who meant a great deal to her. She was 
determined to avoid any repetition of the last time, and anyway, she 
thought, it was unnecessary since Jim would be calling her soon and 
she wanted to wait until then before orgasming, just in case, as some 
of the girls said at school, she couldn't manage it because she was 
doing it too much.

She lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating the 
journey over to Kristal's house. She rolled onto her side and looked 
out of the window, over the tops of the trees in the garden to the 
peaks of the mountains beyond. They looked so clean, so untouched 
as the sun shone on the caps of snow, waiting to be explored by 
anyone who dared to venture that far. She rolled onto her stomach 
and looked at her clock. Eight-thirty was ridiculously early in her 
mind to be up during the school holidays. She decided to start her 
school project, entitled "The Incas". That, she thought, was going to 
be very useful in later life. Immersing herself in one of the books that 
she had found in the library, she curled up on her bed and started to 
learn about their civilization. Although she would hate to admit it to 
anyone, she hardly looked up from the pages as she became absorbed 
in their way of life. She discovered that the Incas were advanced in 
so many ways, and yet had failed to discover the wheel and had no 
method of writing. But their buildings were amazing, feats of 
engineering that would be hard to accomplish in modern times. They 
ruled by fear and were famous for their ceremonial sacrifices of 
children, by the hundreds when times were tough, in order to appease 
the gods. Lauren shut the book and closed her eyes. She found it hard 
to imagine how someone could sacrifice a child in the name of 
religion.

Her little clock told her that it was now ten thirty, and she bounded 
off the bed, pulling off her T-Shirt and jeans and throwing them in a 
heap on the floor. She pulled on her dressing gown, grabbed her 
nicest underwear and went into the bathroom to wash. The dressing 
gown fell to the floor as the door slammed shut. She stared at the 
reflection in the mirror, stuck out her tongue to see how it looked, and 
smiled broadly at the mirror much like a chimpanzee might at feeding 
time. Lauren debated whether to have a shower or just a quick wash. 
She had already had one this morning, and had hardly got herself 
dirty by lying on her bed reading the book. Furthermore, if she was 
only going to quickly try the dress on and come back for lunch, she 
felt it was unnecessary.

By the time she had finished cleaning her teeth and had brushed her 
hair, her resolution had withered. She reached for the hot and cold 
taps, turning each half way. The felt the water warm quickly so she 
switched the shower on and pulled across the plastic curtain. Her 
fingers hooked into her knickers and pulled them down to her knees. 
Absently, she ran her hand over her mound, her fingers finding the 
little hairs above her pussy, still far fewer than before Nikki had 
shaved them off, but nonetheless growing back, without any sign of 
being thick and bushy as she had feared. Her clitoris was well hidden, 
and the lips of her pussy hid the secrets that lay beyond. She stepped 
into the shower, took the soap and held it under the flowing water, 
slowly turning to ensure that the spray wet her all over. Lathering her 
hands, she replaced the soap and washed her little breasts, checking 
that each nipple understood it's duty as she squeezed it gently. The 
bubbles slipped over her stomach and down her tanned legs, 
unimpressed by the sight of her teenage vagina and the tiniest flicker 
of arousal from her pink lips.

Lauren was angry with herself, not because the shower was really 
unnecessary, but that she knew she would have to fight even harder 
now to stay out of Kristal's arms. She recalled the last time she was 
there, the seduction that she knew would happen, had even 
encouraged, and the feeling in her soul on the way home that she had 
tasted forbidden fruit, the juice still on her hands and face. She 
stopped soaping herself as she recalled licking her fingers in the bus, 
tasting once again Kristal's sex, inhaling deeply as she held her hands 
to her nose. Absently, she brought her fingers to her nose, breathing 
in the sweet soapy smell. Replenishing the bubbles, she bent forward 
and rather than washing her pussy, she inserted the middle finger of 
her right hand into her little brown hole. The muscle gathered around 
the intruder, throwing it out with a quick contraction. She ran her 
finger under the spray and applied more soap, repeating the action 
until she was satisfied that she was as clean as possible.

After a final wash of her spreading pussy, she rinsed her hands and 
took the shower head off the hook, running the water between her 
legs and ensuring that every last inch of her sex was clean. Lauren 
noted the new sensation of running the shower so close to her bottom 
and pussy, fascinated by the feeling that was invoked as the jet ran 
between her pussy lips. Conscious that time was ticking by, she 
replaced the head and turned off the taps, stepping out of the bath to 
run the towel between her legs and back up to her nipples. She dried 
herself fully and pulled on the silky underwear. A thought struck her 
that she might be able to buy some of the Hardenberg underwear that 
she had modeled at Marlene's house. She might even be able to buy 
it with the money she had earned that day.

Pleased with her thoughts, she bounced back into her bedroom and 
rifled through her wardrobe to find some suitable clothes. She was 
irresistibly drawn to a white blouse that she normally wore to formal 
occasions (Grandma's birthday, Christmas morning and once to a 
school dance at her mother's insistence where she had been taunted 
by her friends). Today, though, it seemed appropriate. The blouse 
buttoned down the back, the plain material adorned by lace trim that 
hid the top button in a small ruffle, echoed on the cuffs. The dark blue 
skirt that didn't quite reach her knees also went well, even if she did 
look like an archetypal schoolgirl playing truant. A dab of her 
mother's perfume, bare legs and a pair of sandals completed her 
preparations. She grabbed the shoes that she had bought for the 
wedding and said good-bye to her mother, explaining she was off to 
collect her bridesmaids dress from Kristal. Her mother clearly 
approved as she looked at her daughter, smartly dressed (without 
being asked) and off out again. As her daughter breezed past her, 
Daniele Gisal smiled, inhaling the familiar French scent.

Lauren pressed her forehead against the glass and stared out at the 
scant traffic as the bus trundled through the village and down to the 
main road. She could see over the white fences of the smaller houses, 
into the immaculate front gardens and occasionally through doors into 
the darkness beyond. She saw the old ladies, gathered around their 
porches in semi-circles, dressed invariably in black, clutching their 
knitting and chattering to one another as they peered between shawl 
and white lace. Solitary ladies sat outside other houses and watched 
her as she passed by in the bus, nodding and noting the activity as 
they contemplated the unhurried passage of time. She wondered how 
many passengers had passed by them that morning, how many had 
been interesting to them, how many looked like the thousands of 
people each of them must have seen during their lives, receiving only 
a glance before being forgotten forever. What twist of fate, she 
thought, should have brought them together at that point in time, to 
see, consider and forget.

Her melancholy disappeared as the dismal little industrial area gave 
way to the brightness of the town where even the traffic lights added 
to the feeling of life and activity. A group of teenage boys gathered 
outside the tobacconist's shop, joking and flirting as they shared 
cigarettes and traded anecdotes about their girlfriends. Lauren turned 
to her right and looked up the High Street as the bus crossed the 
lights and started it's journey back out into the countryside. Her 
attention turned towards the morning's activity and Kristal. She 
leaned back in the seat and ran through the likely events that would 
take place once she arrived. She had intended last night, and even this 
morning, to check the dress and return home quickly. But the half-
hour journey warranted a longer stay. She found Kristal interesting, 
mainly because she had been married and had a great deal of 
information about boys and men that she would willingly share. She 
still remembered their afternoon together, and the gentle, warming 
attention that she had received, coupled with the absence of any sort 
of demand for reciprocation. Lauren smiled, mentally cuddling Kristal 
on the sofa as a way of expressing her thanks for the dress and 
education. That was about as far as it would go; she would tell her 
about Jim and explain that she had now found a boyfriend who meant 
a great deal to her.

The bus jerked to a halt bringing Lauren back to reality with the 
realisation that she had arrived. She hurried to the exit and jumped 
down onto the pavement, aware that the back of her short skirt had 
billowed like a parachute as she landed. Skipping up the lane, she 
looked into the distance and saw Kristal's house, set back from the 
road and carefully landscaped to be hidden from it's neighbours by 
trees and the natural shape of the mountain rock. As she approached 
the house, she took a closer look at it than she had on her previous 
visit. Each of the houses was set in it's own grounds, and separated 
by about thirty meters from the next. All of the houses were 
traditionally styled Swiss-chalets, with brown vertical boarding on the 
outside and large over-hanging roofs that held ornate dormer-style 
shuttered windows for the upstairs bedrooms. The majority - 
including Kristal's - had large balconies that stretched all the way 
from the front round to the rear, some even including decks or patios 
into their design where the mountain allowed. A mixture of deciduous 
and coniferous trees surrounded the properties, contrasting the 
massive expanse of grass that covered the land as far as the eye could 
see.

The sun was oppressively hot and beat down on Lauren's arms and 
legs as she climbed the gentle slope. It was quite different weather 
than the previous few days when it had drizzled and felt more like 
September. By the time she had arrived at Kristal's front door, she 
was hot, dusty and her heart beat with the exercise and in anticipation 
of their encounter.

"Hi, Lauren! Come on in" said Kristal warmly, leaving Lauren to shut 
the door as she walked across to the cutting table. Lauren followed 
her, pleased to feel cooler inside and not surprised to see that the 
door leading to the patio was open, a breeze blowing the curtains 
slightly. A stylish blue and white patio set of chairs, table and 
umbrella had been placed outside.

"Hey, it's nice and cool in here. I got so hot walking from the bus 
stop to here!"

"Sit down and rest a while. Coffee, tea?" said Kristal, looking down 
at the bag in Lauren's hand as she padded towards the kitchen. She 
had clearly been sunbathing outside, and Lauren guessed she had just 
pulled on the long T-Shirt over her bikini bottoms to look a little more 
respectable for her arrival. 

"Any Cola?" asked Lauren.

"Sure, take a seat." said Kristal, motioning her to the sofa. "How's 
your summer holiday?"

"Fine.". Lauren looked around the large room. The pink and red 
colour scheme brought back memories of their previous encounter, 
adding in Lauren's mind to the tension of the present first few 
minutes. She was torn between mentioning Jim and giving Kristal a 
big hug. Without the experience to resolve it, Lauren continued to sit, 
looking down at her knees and toying with the bag.

"There you go." she said, returning from the kitchen with two long 
drinks. "Did you find any that matched the material?" she asked, 
pointing at the bag.

Lauren extracted the box and handed it to her. Kristal smiled, 
carefully opening it and taking out the pale yellow shoes.

"Hey, they should be great. Want to take a look at your outfit?"

"You mean now? Oh, OK" said Lauren.

They stood and walked over to the cutting table, where Kristal had 
neatly folded the bodice and skirt and separated them with tissue 
paper. She picked up the top and held it against Lauren, leaning from 
side to side to check that the shoulders looked in proportion. She then 
held the skirt against her to make sure that it looked similar at least to 
the blue skirt that Lauren already wore. 

"Well, no major mistakes so far! At least it looks about right!"

Both girls knew that the next step would be to try them on and do a 
final check, although that would mean that Lauren would have to strip 
to her underwear.

"But we can do that any old time" said Kristal quickly.

Lauren smiled, and felt the material with her fingers. Both parts were 
a very pale blue, while just the jacket had a beautiful lining  of off-
white silk. She raised the silk to her face, feeling it glide smoothly 
over her lips. She looked at Kristal and blinked before returning to 
the sofa.

"So, what's been happening?"

"Nothing much. Well, actually, quite a lot. Oh yeah! I have a 
boyfriend. Well, I suppose he's my boyfriend. I met him on the way 
to here last time, and he actually called me. We've been out a couple 
of times and he's met my mum and all that!"

"Wow, that's great" said Kristal, looking genuinely delighted for her. 
She questioned her for several minutes causing Lauren to go into 
raptures about his experiences abroad and how much her mother 
liked him. It also helped to relieve the tension that Lauren had felt, or 
thought she had felt when she walked into the house. Now that 
Kristal knew about Jim she hoped that their love making two weeks 
before would be put into perspective. Lauren turned towards Kristal 
as they sat on the sofa, curling her legs underneath herself and leaning 
on the back of the cushions.

"Oh, I called AnneMarie, and all her old friends are going to have a 
hen-night at the Rubens Hotel." said Kristal.

"Hey, that's the hotel that my friend's father manages"

"Really? Well, we like it because some of the rooms have whirlpool 
tubs, and you can bring your own videos to watch. It's expensive but 
a great place to go once or twice a year, just for the weekend. It'll be 
just like old times. We used to have two or three rooms between eight 
or ten of us, and we'd have a party for the whole of the weekend. Just 
us girls! I really hope that AnneMarie gets in the mood, just for old 
times sake!"

Lauren could imagine Kristal, coaxing the other girls on, splashing in 
the big baths. She could also see her there, lying on the bed, or 
kneeling in the bath, receiving attention from other girls as they 
adored her gorgeous body. She smiled knowingly, understanding now 
how AnneMarie had got to know Kristal, and realising the great 
change that must have taken place in AnneMarie's life quite recently.

"That'll be fun. Where do these films come from?" she asked, 
thinking back to her one and only encounter with pornographic 
movies. 

"One or two of the girls seem to be able to get hold of them, I'm not 
too sure. Most I think are from America or Germany."

"Hmm, I saw one once and didn't really like it." said Lauren, anxious 
to have Kristal treat her as an equal. "It was OK to start with but got 
a bit nasty."

"You don't need that. Look at you! You just have to walk down a 
street and you find yourself a boyfriend!" she said, laughing, reaching 
out to touch her shoulder. Lauren leaned her head on Kristal's 
shoulder, curling up a little as she made herself comfortable.

"Didn't you feel petrified that you would never be loved, or would 
never find a husband?"

"Sometimes, but it didn't concern me that much. It's difficult to 
remember though when I first thought about that sort of thing."

"I sometimes think that I would die without Jim, and yet I know I'm 
only thirteen. This summer has been so weird. So much has 
happened. And I feel that I've joined this new club where only people 
who know about sex are allowed in. Like there's an entrance exam!"

"And you passed easily!" Kristal paused, looking into her eyes. She 
held out her hands to Lauren. "You're probably feeling stressed from 
it all"

"What? My father says that he's stressed, but I don't have a job to do 
that to me!"

"Yes, but you have other things. Believe me, there are a lot of 
changes taking place inside you, and it all takes it's toll"

"You think so?"

"Lean back onto my lap and I'll rub your head. It'll help you relax 
and sort out your thoughts. Just talking sometimes helps to sort them 
out, you know."

Lauren turned so that her legs draped over the arms of the sofa. With 
her caution abandoned, she rested her lead on Kristal's legs as the 
fingers started to gently knead her temples. Thoughts about restraint, 
visiting only twenty minutes and being home for lunch fled back into 
her head, only to be cast out again for their impudence.

For several minutes, Lauren lay there is silence, marveling as she 
relaxed under the hypnotic spell of Kristal's fingers as they imparted 
their magic. Slowly, calmly, the fingers moved to her shoulders, 
thumbs pushing into her back, easing the muscles and spreading a 
glow in her upper body.

"You know, I'm not surprised" said Kristal, continuing her massage. 
"Think about all the new things you're learning. Every time you push 
your experience a little further, there is such a tremendous reward 
that the sheer excitement probably tires you out."

"Hmm"

"But what would be worse would be to deny yourself all the 
experimentation, just because you find it tiring! I just wish I had 
discovered men and women at your age, and really found out all 
about them. I wish I had been able to try something new every day, 
even if it was just talking to someone new"

"Hmm. I suppose you're right. Like you rubbing my back, you 
mean?" said Lauren, sleepily.

"Yes, it's new and now you know whether you like it or not. That's 
progress."

"I love it. For God's sake don't stop!"

"I won't" said Kristal, laughing and running her fingers under 
Lauren's chin and around her neck. 

Lauren nestled deeper between Kristal's legs, ensuring that Kristal 
understood that she had permission to continue further.

"You know, you should try the top on and make sure that it fits." said 
Kristal.

"Hmm, I know." said Lauren, making no effort to move.

"Shall I help you?"

"That would be nice."

Kristal reached down to her cuffs and undid the little buttons, 
allowing the sleeves to ride up her arms. She then found the buttons 
at her neck and started undoing them, slowly and carefully, one by 
one, as she continued to rub her neck and shoulders. Lauren bent her 
left leg, placing her foot on the arm of the sofa so that her skirt barely 
covered her knickers. She turned her head towards Kristal's bikini 
bottoms and kissed her, gently licking her leg as she probed with her 
tongue.

"Are you recovering yet?" asked Kristal as she leaned back on the 
sofa.

"A little bit"

"Really, it's not surprising that you feel tense." She paused for a few 
moments as Lauren continued to kiss her through her bikini. "Can I 
ask you something?"

"I don't know. What?"

"Did you lose you virginity recently - I mean, could that be part of the 
stress?"

"Yes I did, just after I came here last time"

"Oh, Lauren, you sweet thing." she said, pulling her tight against her.  
You mean you were a virgin when we had our bath?"

"Yes, I suppose I was."

Kristal exhaled deeply, pulling Lauren closer to her so that her face 
was buried between her legs.

"You're adorable. That's so nice" said Kristal.

Lauren continued to explore the limited space that she had, savouring 
the growing scent of the girl as she licked and ran her tongue over the 
material. Kristal became more adventurous, rubbing her fingers over 
the nipples that pushed freely against the silky material of Lauren's 
blouse.

"Hey, I've got a present for you" said Kristal

"For me?"

"Hmm, wait there"

Kristal laid her head on the sofa and smiled fondly as she turned and 
walked towards her bedroom. Lauren frowned and watched her 
tanned legs disappear round the corner. Kristal returned almost 
immediately with a beautifully wrapped box, complete with a festoon 
of ribbons and two large bows. Lauren smiled as she took the box 
and gave it a gentle shake.

"What is it?"

"You'll have to open it and find out!"

Lauren pulled at the ribbon, careful not to ruin the decoration or the 
wrapping paper. Inside was a white box marked Dior. She looked at 
Kristal in astonishment.

"For me?"

"Sure, open it"

End of Chapter 17a




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