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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 19

Friday 7th August

Jim, ever punctual, arrived at eleven fifty, beaming as he saw Lauren 
through the doors of the bus in her pale yellow dress and white shoes. 
Even before the hissing of the hydraulics had stopped, he had his 
arms around her and was hugging her such that her feet hardly 
touched the pavement.

"Oh, I'm so pleased to see you!" he exclaimed

"Me too! Are you sure you don't mind meeting my Mum?"

"Of course not. Anyway, I want to be able to imagine where you are 
when we talk on the phone". He wore jeans and a buttoned blue shirt, 
obviously ironed that morning, and looked even more handsome than 
she remembered from the last time.

They walked hand in hand from the bus stop towards her house while 
Lauren pointed out the few places of interest on the way. As they 
approached her house, a car passed them and pulled up outside their 
new neighbours. Two people got out. The first was a pretty oriental 
woman wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, the second a man who was about 
thirty years old, in Lauren's estimation. They both walked up the path 
to the front door, and after a short wait, disappeared inside.

"I thought after lunch we could go for a walk up the mountains" 
suggested Lauren.

"Yeah, why not. I've only seen these mountains from my side, not 
from round here."

They entered the kitchen to find her mother checking lunch for the 
one hundredth time that day.

"Hi, you must be Jim!"

"Yes, pleased to meet you. That smells great!"

"Are you hungry?"

"He's always hungry!" said Lauren, watching her mother intently for 
any sign of displeasure.

"Good, well it'll be ready in about ten minutes. It's only ham, 
potatoes with onions and vegetables."

Lauren and Jim sat at the kitchen table, Lauren giggling as her mother 
turned her back.

"Where do you go to school, Jim?" asked her mother.

"In Thun. There's a boys school there. I've been there since I was 
about fourteen"

"That's nice. Do you enjoy it?"

"It's fine. Before that, we were in India where my father had to 
work."

"Really? What does he do?" asked Lauren

"He's a banker. They opened an office in New Delhi and he headed 
one of their departments."

Lauren watched her mother, now sure that Jim had gained her 
approval. His stories about Delhi, the poverty, the history of the city 
as it had moved around over the years and the rebuilding of the 
ancient buildings gave a sense of a worldly-wise young man who 
understood more than many of his age. Lauren found herself on the 
periphery of the conversation, unable to contribute, or compete, 
against the tide. But she had the sense to allow them to continue, 
knowing that the more they talked, the more her mother would be 
likely to give a favourable report to her father. Increased freedom 
would be the result.

They enjoyed their lunch in the informal setting of the breakfast table, 
her mother even allowing Lauren to have a glass of wine with her 
lunch. They helped clear the dishes only to be shooed away into the 
lounge as Jim offered to do the drying up. Lauren sat in the armchair, 
as Jim sat near her but on the sofa, the regulation 1 meter distance 
between them. Over coffee, the conversation again turned to travel, 
the tourists in Switzerland and the benefit that they brought to the 
economy.

"Let's go for a walk" said Lauren during a pause in the conversation.

"OK, where to?"

"Why don't you go for a walk and have tea up in the mountains?" 
suggested her mother, again.

"Come on, let's just go!" said Lauren.

They left, walking separately out onto the road, but Lauren's mother 
was pleased to see through upstairs window that they held hands 
once they thought they were out of sight of the house. They passed 
the neighbours house slowly, Lauren anxious that as many people 
should see as possible. Within minutes, however, they had reached 
the track and started the long, slow climb up through the trees. Still 
holding hands, Jim pulled Lauren over rocks, steadied her when she 
wobbled, and generally looked after her - even though she had 
negotiated worse terrain in the dark with Nikki, a secret even her 
brother didn't know and counter to all the teaching she had ever 
received in school about mountain safety.

They walked for almost fifteen minutes while the pine trees thinned to 
give way to the tough, weather-beaten grass of the mountainside. Jim 
sat down on the thick grass in a clearing, staring down into the valley 
below while Lauren looked for a soft spot and sat down to his right.

"Look, there's your station" she said, pointing to the town.

"Oh yes. What a great day!" He paused, looking at Lauren, and took 
her hand in his. "I like your Mum, she seems really nice. You're 
lucky"

"She's OK most of the time. Worries a lot."

 "Yeah, so does mine." he said, leaning back on his elbows.

"Why does she worry about you? Do you do naughty things, young 
man?"

"Sometimes, when it feels right"

Lauren leaned over him, pushing him to the ground slowly as she 
closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Her head rested on his arm as he 
pulled her to him, his left hand pushing the hair from her face and 
following it down her back. They kissed for several minutes, 
exploring mouths with their tongues, registering new emotions inside 
themselves as their embrace grew more passionate. Jim bent his leg, 
allowing Lauren to push her own between his, immediately feeling 
the hardness of his cock on her thigh. She knew there was no chance 
of making love to him there on the mountain and even less back at her 
house. There was a possibility of playing with him and making him 
come, but that would be messy and might make tea in a restaurant 
difficult. As she felt herself growing wet, she wondered if it would be 
possible in a cable car, but she concluded that the majority of the cars 
were attended in the summer, the drag lifts not working until the ski 
season started in late November.

Deciding that they were out of luck until they could find some 
privacy, she lay against his chest for a minute, listening to the rapid 
thump of his heart, wondering if hers was beating in time.

"Let's walk down the cable car station, it's easy from here. Then we 
can get up to the base station and take another to the restaurant."

Jim seemed to understand her need to move on and watched her 
smooth the fabric of her yellow dress down against her bare legs. He 
brushed off the grass that had stuck to his jeans, and walked just 
behind her as they headed towards the kiosk, the short queue of 
people already visible in the distance. Lauren was in a playful mood, 
jumping over the little rocks on her way down to the cable car. With 
gay abandon, she turned to smile at Jim but caught her right foot in a 
hole no doubt made by a passing cow. With the grace of that same 
cow, she fell hard onto her shoulder, bracing her fall with her hands 
and narrowly missing a rock.

"Ow, shit!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the grass.

"Are you OK?" 

"Great, oh, and I've cut my damn finger." She held it up to him for 
sympathy, and then saw the trickle of blood as it reached the palm of 
her hand. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she supported herself with 
her left hand, her breathing increasing in rate as the colour drained 
from her face. "Oh no" she said quietly.

Jim sat down beside her and pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped it 
round her finger and held her against him.

"I need to lie down, I'm sorry" she said, not waiting for him to help 
her. She stared up at the sky as she floated, the world spinning slowly 
as she tasted nothingness in her mouth. He squeezed her left hand, 
reassuring her that he was still there. Ten minutes passed before she 
felt it was safe to sit up, and another five until she felt that she could 
continue her journey. Jim supported her like an old woman, gently 
nursing her down the slope, guiding her over the grass lest she might 
fall again with the strain of the walk. As they tottered round the 
corner and joined the queue, she was delighted to see that not only 
did the kiosk sell drinks and film, it also sold plasters, a choice of 
three sizes being available, hanging up on the wall between the 
cigarettes and Swiss Army knives.

They took their seats in the cable car, the attendant slamming the 
door and banging the pin through the safety lock. He thrust the car 
forward until it caught on the overhead cable, lurching backwards and 
forwards until it passed over the first pylon, then settled silently as 
they slowly made their way up. The colour of Lauren's cheeks had 
changed from looking like the tops of the mountains to almost her 
normal tan, giving her confidence that she was unlikely to die and had 
lost no more than a few pints of blood. She settled down on the seat, 
gazing out at the world as it slowly passed by, listening to the 
whirring of the pylon wheels as the cable car passed over.

Lauren pressed him for more information about Delhi and his 
experiences, learning of his school days and the legacy of the British 
educational system that was still with the Indian education 
authorities, hangovers from the days of the Raj, Eton and Harrow. It 
was clear that he had been bullied, partly because of his poor English, 
but had survived and achieved some success before returning to 
Switzerland.

She sat close to him, watching him speak about his past, her hand 
resting on his leg. She was flattered by the bulge in his jeans and 
wondered if it had gone away even for the few minutes when they 
waited their turn for the cable car. She assumed that there was some 
sort of damp spot in his jeans, just as she knew there was in her 
knickers, (requiring a secret rinse in the bathroom when she got 
home, lest her mother might infer anything dirty had happened). 
Occasionally, she would lean forward to kiss him, causing him to 
stop mid-sentence and smile. There was little that she could tell him 
to match his stories or experience, and she realised that she had a 
shallow pool of observations to exchange for his. A brief shower 
engulfed the car for almost a minute, sufficient to steam up the 
windows and make it difficult to see into the distance. As the clouds 
parted and hugged the mountain, the terminus came into sight. They 
both stood, waiting for the attendant to open the door and hold the car 
as they alighted on the ground.

They walked the short distance to the next station, listening to the 
water dripping from the trees and the ever-present tinkle of the cow-
bells. The temperature had fallen from the seventies in the valley to 
around forty at the higher altitude, the wind also contributing to the 
overall feeling of cool dampness on her clothes.

They caught the second car which took them on a much steeper 
ascent of the mountain, rumbling over the wheels of the pylons as 
they both stared out of the window, watching the cloud below and the 
valley beyond. The cable car station was an integral part of the 
mountain complex, and it seemed as they arrived that all signs either 
pointed to the gift shop or the restaurant. They made their way past 
the little boutique and took seats by the window, admiring the view as 
the waiter brought cutlery and a menu. The chose a potato pottage, 
with great hunks of bread, and Perrier.

"So, what was so good about India?" asked Lauren, leaning on the 
table.

"Oh, it's just so different. There's a big dividing line between the 
people. Have you heard of their caste system?" he asked.

"No, well yes, but I don't know much about it"

"Well, depending on which caste you are born into, you're either one 
of the managers or just a worker, and there are grades in between. 
Everyone has their position in life. But the real difference between 
here and there is the poverty. There are just so many people there 
who look thin and underfed. I saw the slums in Delhi which just 
stretch as far as you can see. It's weird, in the daytime they look 
awful, but as it gets dark, the little candles in their shacks and under 
the plastic sheets look beautiful."

She smiled at him, impressed that he could convey such sensitivity 
about a difficult subject. Unwittingly, there was a gradual change in 
her relationship with Jim as her thoughts about life matured. Whereas 
she had previously needed him, flaunted him and made sure that the 
world knew she had emerged from childhood, she had now embarked 
on that long and sometimes painful road of learning how to handle a 
close relationship with a boy who was a very good friend rather than 
just a playmate. She later realised that she should be able to confide 
in Jim in just the same way as she would with Nikki. The mountain 
air was certainly having it's effect, the lack of oxygen at the altitude 
only half the reason that she felt a little light-headed after their meal.

As they descended in the cable car, he continued his stories, telling of 
his life in Delhi, their servants, cooks, butlers and all the other staff 
that most of the Western employees seemed to have at their disposal. 
He had also been to Katmandu, trekked with his father through the 
foothills of the Himalayas and seen Everest. 

"Hey, did you have a think about doing any more photos? he asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't think we should, you know, do it there 
again. Unless there's a bit more privacy, you know." she said, 
looking down at her lap.

"No, I know, it seemed right at the time, and it was so good. Perhaps 
we could stay there the night. Or do you think your mum would go 
mad?" he asked.

"God, she'd throw me out." exclaimed Lauren, open mouthed at the 
suggestion. She paused. "Unless she thought I was going to Nikki's. I 
don't know. I wouldn't mind doing some more photos, it really was 
fun. I'll have a think if you ask Marlene to see what she says"

They returned to her house just before six, and sat and listened to 
music in Lauren's bedroom until it was time for tea. Lauren 
introduced Jim to her father when her returned from work, and they 
sat and talked in the lounge, while Lauren helped her mother in the 
kitchen, trying desperately to find out what she really thought of him, 
other than that he seemed a really nice boy from a good family.

Lauren went with him in the car to the station, waved good-bye (after 
she had given him a little kiss while her father's back was turned) and 
watched the train disappear round the corner towards Thun. Back 
home, she scooted up her bedroom and shut the door, flopping onto 
the bed with a broad smile and a growing sense of satisfaction. 
Remembering their embraces on the mountain, she raised her bottom 
and pulled down her knickers. Looking inside, she was not very 
surprised to see a large stain that felt sticky as she ran her thumb over 
it. She went across to the bathroom and ran some water into the 
basin, rubbing the fabric to remove the marks. 

Back on her bed, she thought about her day, and how she had really 
wanted to be somewhere private with him. She dreamed of all the 
stories should would be able to tell her girlfriends at school once term 
started again, and how good it would feel to be part of that elite club. 
She also thought again about doing another session of photos, and 
decided that she probably would, though she'd talk to Nikki about it 
beforehand to see what she thought. There was a gentle knock at her 
door.

"It's me. How's it going?" asked Mike.

"Hey, great. You can come in if you want. We went up to the top 
restaurant this afternoon for tea. And, I think that Mum approves!"

"I talked to her. She thinks he's a `nice boy'!"

"Thank God for that. I think he's wonderful. He's been to so many 
places and knows allsorts of things."

Mike closed the door behind him and sat down on her bed beside her, 
placing his hand on her knee.

"That's good. You'll have so much fun now!"

"Have you been with Nikki today?"

"Yeah, just this morning. Then I went to town to try and find some 
clothes, but no luck."

"You should have taken her with you, she knows everywhere there is 
when it comes to clothes."

"She had other stuff to do" he said, running his hand along her leg.

Thoughts raced through her mind. She guessed that while Mike might 
have had sex on his mind all morning at Nikki's house, the only 
reason why that hadn't done it would be because it was the wrong 
time of the month for Nikki. She thought that if she just lay there, he 
would probably run his hand up her legs to her pussy which was 
doubly dangerous since their parents were in the house and she had 
no knickers on.

"Are they watching the news on television?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just started. Same old stuff, that's why I came up."

"Lie down. No, the other way round. That's it, now, promise to keep 
quiet?"

"Sure." 

Lauren undid the button on his flies as his head rested next to her 
knees. She could feel the bulge in his underpants and looked towards 
her bedroom door. Through the crack she could hear the television 
and a report about the Swiss Government. She could also her parents 
discussing something in the lounge. Lauren grabbed a bunch of 
tissues from her bedside table and pulled his jeans open, giving her 
enough room to drag the underpants down and expose the top of his 
cock. She leant on her right elbow and started to rub the tip of his 
strong cock, noticing that there was already a trace of cum glistening 
on the end.

"Mmm, that's lovely. Lori, you're a great sister, you know!"

"Shh!"

She continued to rub, holding the tool in her fist as more of it 
appeared. She lifted her left leg and leaned towards him, sure that he 
wouldn't miss the opportunity of catching a glimpse of her damp 
pussy. Sure enough, his hand moved between her thighs, caressing 
her tanned legs until they came to her vagina, where a finger explored 
her dampness. She increased her stroking, feeling his cock bulge in 
her hand, guessing that there was little time until he shot his load 
everywhere. She took the tissues and wrapped them over the end of 
his cock, resuming her pumping as he found her clitoris and rubbed it 
gently. Suddenly, he lifted his hips off the bed and jerked 
convulsively, his cock throbbing rhythmically as she felt the warm 
sticky liquid oozing out of the folds of tissue. His orgasm subsided 
slowly, allowing him to lower his bottom back onto the bed. Lauren 
wiped him carefully, wrapped the tissues up into a ball and pulled his 
underpants back up over his flaccid cock.

She gently closed her legs, anxious that he should know that there 
was no requirement for him to reciprocate, and sat up, smiling at him.

"Beautiful" he said

"Shh, it's fun. I don't mind now and again."

"I'd better go"

"And I had better have a bath. See you tomorrow. Hey, don't forget 
we're going next door on Saturday!"

"Night!"

"Night." Lauren took off her yellow dress and carefully hung it over 
the back of her seat. Pulling on her dressing gown, she made her way 
to the bathroom, and lay in the hot bubbly bath for over forty minutes, 
dreaming of Jim, Mike, and life in general. Eventually, she 
succumbed to the demands of the day, and masturbated with her hair 
brush, substituting soap for the oil. She dressed in fresh pyjamas, read 
for ten minutes, and then slept like a baby.

End of Chapter 19


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