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Lauren Gisal Part 17A
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Lauren Gisal
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Chapter 17a
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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