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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Seven
The day of departure arrived and Melanie found herself standing on
Gwen's front porch, waiting for her ancient chauffeur to pull around the
limo. Before her the crisp white hills of Aspen stood in all their natural
glory, stiff pines and evergreens marching up their sides to pierce the low
hanging clouds above. Behind her Kimberly could be heard making a clatter
as Gwen shooed her from the chateau, the girl finding every excuse to
delay in childish dalliances. When Kimberly finally did step out onto the
front stoop, she clutched a moderately-sized teddy bear in her arms.
"You're taking that on the plane?" Melanie asked Kimberly of the
stuffed bear.
"Yes," Kimberly purred, gazing down at the bear as if it were a
newborn babe. "One of Gwen's men friends gave it to me. To remember
him by." Melanie felt a tinge of surprise.
"And what did you do to earn it, hmmm?" Melanie asked wryly.
"Nothing," Kimberly said. "He gave it to me because he likes me. And
I like him. We're going to write each other."
Gwen appeared next to Melanie and looked over both the girls, as if
she were a mother hen and they her only chicks. She smiled, and bid them
farewell. Spontaneously, each girl kissed Gwen in turn. The kisses were
on the lips, and Gwen and Melanie's seemed to linger. Melanie wondered if
it were she or Gwen who had prolonged their oral contact? The limo
pulled up in a rush and thudded to a halt amidst a flurry of disturbed snow.
Gwen bundled the girls down to it and packed them inside. Kimberly
insisted on sitting in the front and, not wanting to be left alone beyond
the partition of the glass, Melanie slid in front too. Both girls turned and
waved goodbye to Gwen as the limo sped away.
The conversation on the way to the airport consisted primarily of
Kimberly naughtily querying Melville on the state of his sexual prowess at
such an advanced age. She looked the perfect precocious brat, Melanie
thought, sitting there cradling her teddy as she inquired of Melville when
he had last experienced ejaculation, and how long it took him to recover
afterward. When the brunette began patting Melville's crotch with her
hand Melanie slapped it.
"Oww!" Kimberly whined, yanking back her hand from Melville's groin.
"Try to behave yourself just once, would you?" Melanie scolded her
stepsister. "Mommie and dad should never have let you come on this trip
alone."
"I'm not alone, I'm with you," Kimberly said smartly. Her eyes
brightened mirthfully as once more her digits stole back toward Melville's
pants.
"I know that," Melanie said, grappling for her sister's hand. "But I
can't control you. This is the last trip we'll ever take together, I can
assure you!" Kimberly's little hand flitted out from beneath the grasp of
her older sister and seized on Melville's crotch. The man gave a groan and
his back stiffened.
"Easy girl, I still can feel pain down there, if not too much pleasure,"
Melville cautioned Kimberly.
"I'll bet I could make you spurt right here, right in this limo!"
Kimberly chortled.
"If you did I'd have a heart attack!" Melville said. "I'd die happy, I
assure you, but you girls and the limo might wind up stuck by the side of
the road!"
"I don't care!" Kimberly roared. Gleefully the girl tore at the man's
fly, prying for his limpid rod.
"Kimberly!" Melanie shouted. She grabbed at her sister and yanked on
her hair.
The airport was reached without involving the limo in an accident,
but poor Melville, at just the thought of having a succulent 16-year-old
girl in his pants, had squirted his cum into them before Melanie could even
prise him out. With some embarrassment Melville stood by the side of the
limo, watching as a porter unloaded the girl's bags. With a hand
strategically stationed over the stain on his dark trousers he slipped the
porter a twenty and waved him off, bidding the girls goodbye as well with
an awkward smile and a nod of his head.
"Bye Melville, I love you!" Kimberly cried, blowing him a kiss,
shocking not a few of the younger men standing about, all of whom she
promptly snubbed by strutting past their entreating stares with her nose
in the air. Melanie felt herself blushing. Leave it to Kimberly to make a
scene.
The flight back to New York was half an hour late getting off the
ground. But Melanie and Kimberly didn't mind, unbeknownst to their
parents Gwen had exchanged their coach class seats for ones in first
class. Both girls used the extra time to consume extra free drinks,
Melanie with at least some moderation, Kimberly with none at all. The
handsome steward assigned to their portion of the cabin took Kimberly at
her word that she was of age. Perhaps the wriggling of the girl's ample
breasts helped to persuade him.
Kimberly was seated in the row in front of Melanie. The blonde could
hear the pinging and zapping of a hand held video game as Kimberly
attempted to see if she could, at least, drive a spaceship whilst under the
influence. From the barrage of juvenile sounds emanating from her seat,
Melanie figured the evil space aliens were faring no better than they ever
had. Just before takeoff, when Melanie figured her ability to scoot over
one seat to be right next to the window in her row was assured, a sultry
redhead appeared at her side and asked to step by. With some
consternation Melanie scooted in her booted feet and let the girl pass. She
was no older than herself, with a figure to match. The girl seated herself
and brushed back her hair. Melanie glanced over at the girl, half at her and
half out the window. The girl was elegantly attired, as swanky as she and
Kimberly. Despite her passion colored hair, the redhead appeared to have
no freckles.
Instinctively Melanie ran her hands over her ribs, smoothing her
ritzy blouse. She glanced down at her torso as she did so. That morning
she and Kimberly had been dressed by Gwen, in clothes of Gwen's choosing,
that Gwen herself had purchased. Kimberly had looked like a little girl
being dressed by her mother as Gwen clothed her, and the brunette had
fussed as much as any little girl would have. Melanie had been more
subdued, feeling an odd sort of intimacy awakening within her. Melanie
stole another glance at the redhead. Something flashed in her mind that
this girl, too, had once been dressed by Gwen. The blonde whore had given
Melanie and Kimberly tips that they could employ when selecting clothes
on their own. Had the redhead somehow benefited from the same
instruction, at an earlier time? Melanie was about to dismiss the thought
from her mind when the redhead looked over at her. There was a knowing
look in the strangers eyes.
"How are your thighs?" the redhead asked softly. A look of shock
spread over Melanie's face. Then she realized, this was the "friend" Gwen
had said she would be passed along to. Melanie felt a sense of revulsion in
the pit of her stomach. She was being forced again, just as she had been
forced when Gwen first had Kimberly put the riding crop to her bottom!
She did not want to be forced anymore. Melanie was just about to reply to
the redhead with a feminine epithet when she noticed a look of naive
tenderness in the girl's eyes. Somehow, this was no madam, no whore
looking for a new disciple. This was a girl just like herself! The redhead
probably had no more experience in the strange ways of the adult world
than she did, Melanie realized.
Melanie softened. "They're all better," Melanie said simply. For a
moment her eyes simply stared into the girl's. Then a sense of the beauty
of the girl's eyes overcame her. This girl could match Melanie on every
aspect of beauty, point by point. Melanie lowered her eyes. "How did you
know?" Melanie whispered.
"I lived with Gwen before you came," the redhead replied. She
extended a gloved hand. "My name's Candy." Melanie took the hand in her
own gloved fingers and lifted her eyes.
"Mine's Melanie."
"I know," the redhead replied.
"YouÑÑyou lived with Gwen?" Melanie asked, feeling awkward.
"Yes. She shooed me out just before she went to rescue you. Said it
was time for me to practice what I'd learned on my own. I think I was
actually put up at the same hotel where you'd been staying. I skied for a
week, pulled a trick..."
"You whored?" Melanie asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah," the redhead smiled.
"What was it like?" Melanie couldn't resist.
"Fun! It was my first time--on my own, without Gwen," Candy said.
"There was a gawky boy staring at me who I normally would have snubbed.
But as I sat in the ski lodge, knowing his eyes were staring at me,
undressing me, I thought, 'Why not make him happy and make a dollar?' I
took his virginity, don'cha know." Melanie giggled. Kimberly's head shot up
and she poked her eyes over the back of her seat.
"What's going on?" Kimberly asked, as the evil space aliens made the
first win of the day against her electronic spaceship.
"Nothing," Melanie chuckled into her hands, her pleasure doubled by
Kimberly's unsatisfied curiosity at the laughter.
As the plane finally broke from the airport and ascended into the air,
Melanie and Candy shared their lives with Gwen with each other, all in
voices low enough to elude Kimberly's ever inquisitive ears. It turned out
that Candy's first trick, under Gwen's tutelage had not involved a beating.
Perhaps Melanie had suffered such a fate only because she was blonde like
Gwen, for in no other respect could Candy be said to be less attractive
than she. In any event, Candy's assignment had been to entertain two men
at once, in front of their wives at an intimate dinner party. Candy had
taken the men in her mouth and pussy. The men had talked of putting her
anus to pillage as well, but Gwen had saved her from that chore.
"Have you ever had anything up your bottom?" Candy enquired of
Melanie.
"No," Melanie said in a hushed voice. "But Gwen had me whipped
there--by my own step sister!"
"Gosh! What did it feel like?" Candy asked, eyes gaping.
"It hurt like the dickens. But afterward I made love to a handsome
stud in Gwen's sauna--while watching another woman get whipped!"
Candy put a hand to her throat. "That's Gwen!" Candy murmured.
"And while I was doing that--you know my sister?--she was making
love to Gwen!" Melanie said. Instead of expressing shock Candy looked
down at her lap and blushed. Melanie suddenly sensed that Kimberly was
not the only female to have been enveloped by Gwen's charms.
"I did that too," Candy admitted.
"How could you?" Melanie asked, shocked.
"It's not so bad," Candy said, looking up again. Her eyes met
Melanie's. "Really. It's soft, and tender, and loving...of course I prefer it
with men!"
"What did you do?" Melanie asked, not wanting to let the subject slip
back to men quite so quickly. Why did she pry further? Was it simple
puritanical interest, like a preacher investigating smut, or (perhaps even
in the case of the preacher) was there an attraction to the thing?
Candy lowered her eyes once more. She was about to speak, then she
leaned forward. Her lips brushed Melanie's ear. Speaking through golden
strands of hair Candy said, "Gwen put on a dildo and fucked me." Melanie
gasped. Candy sat back once more, like a penitent having just discharged a
sin to her priest.
"In your pussy?" Melanie whispered.
"Yes," Candy said. "Very gently...lovingly...and of course the thing
never went limp." Melanie pressed her back to her seat. Her hands pushed
down on the cushion on either side of her bottom as if to steady herself. A
vision of hours and hours of endless fucking from a never-softening penis
rushed through her mind. That was Gwen. Melanie felt a sense of
disappointment as she realized she might never see the blonde temptress
again. The woman had been moving away, with no forwarding address yet
established. Melanie knew she could never submit to being fucked by a
woman with a dildo. Yet with Gwen...so feminine, so alluring, so
understanding even as she made necessary demands of her charges...with
Gwen everything seemed possible. And Melanie knew that everything was.
As the jet lofted eastward it met the night. The cabin lights
dimmed and a light dinner gave way to slumber amidst pillows and
blankets. A tired old movie flickered for the few who cared to watch,
most chose to forego the tinny bleating of the headsets needed to
accompany the film. This was first class. Since the movie was free,
nobody cared about it. A curious game developed between Melanie and
Candy as the night wore on. Melanie, perhaps only not wanting her
newfound friend to think she secretly despised her for her lesbian
encounter, stole over and undid the topmost button on Candy's blouse. The
redhead appeared asleep, but soon after Melanie closed her eyes she
retaliated. A bit later Melanie, thinking surely that this time Candy was
not awake, flipped open another of Candy's buttons. Soon the same fate
befell Melanie at the hands of Candy.
Melanie's fingers were stealing over to Candy's blouse once more
when the redhead's eyes popped open. "You're going to make me look like
more of a whore than you are if you keep doing that," Candy scolded.
Melanie giggled.
"I'm just trying to make you look like what you already are," Melanie
said. "Maybe that stud steward will lay you when we land. It'll pay your
cab fare, anyway." Candy put on a mock scowl.
"There!" Candy cried, attacking Melanie's third blouse button before
the blonde could raise her hands in defense. "Now you can have him
instead." The curve of Melanie's bosom came into view.
"I think we both should have him," Melanie replied. She reached over
and undid Candy's third blouse button. The redhead simply looked at her.
"I don't think you're bold enough to go as far as I can," Candy said.
"I've danced topless before, even though I was underage when I did it. A
few loose buttons on my blouse doesn't even faze me."
"So? I've had water splashed on my tits in a bar before--without a
bra!" Melanie replied.
"Whoa," Candy said, unimpressed. Her fingers flitted to Melanie's
blouse and undid its fourth button from the top. Melanie's satiny black bra
peeped out. "I should wet your boobs now--with my drink."
Was it the alcohol that made the girls act this way? Perhaps this
was why many states had raised the drinking age to 21. Surely the
foundations of civilization were undermined by tipsy girls walking about
in open blouses. Melanie's fingers reached out to Candy's blouse. "I can go
farther than you in this," Melanie said, knowing in her heart she was only
bluffing. Candy's charcoal colored bra appeared between the sundered
halves of her blouse.
"I dare you to leave this plane with five buttons unbuttoned," Candy
said quietly. Sensuously her slim, long nailed fingers slipped the fifth
button on Melanie's blouse. Melanie gazed down as Candy's agile digits
made good on her proposal. Candy gave the halves of Melanie's blouse a
flick with her fingernails for good measure, spreading them. The inner
cups of Melanie's black bra breathed the night air freely.
"I can, but only if you can too," Melanie challenged. Her fingers went
to Candy's blouse and inflicted a similar denouement. When Melanie had
withdrawn her hand Candy lifted a hand to her own blouse. Staring
directly into Melanie's eyes, Candy undid the sixth button on her blouse.
Her bellybutton peeped between its halves.
"Top that," Candy smoldered.
"I-I can't," Melanie breathed, shocked at how far they'd both gone.
"I win," Candy said simply. Melanie flounced back in her seat and
pouted. Once more she had been beaten at erotic games. In the seat in
front of her space aliens screamed as a drunken girl zapped them into
oblivion, winning every time. Melanie pulled the two halves of her blouse
together but did not re-button them.
Melanie and Candy walked side by side as they exited the plane.
Heads held high, they strutted their beauty up the speedway, ignoring the
people waiting at the far end, seemingly oblivious to the curious,
appreciative glances of their fellow passengers.
"Why are your blouses unbuttoned?" Kimberly gushed as the girls
regrouped near a water fountain.
"We challenged each other," Melanie explained, her face blushing even
as she spoke.
"I've heard of girls dressing that way for night clubbing, but-"
Kimberly began.
"Let's go night clubbing!" Candy suggested gaily.
"Yeah!" Melanie replied. Together they hoisted their carry-on bags
once more and made for the airport's lobby. A porter was secured, and the
girl's bags were loaded into a taxi. The porter smiled as the cab fled into
the night. He barely felt the five dollar bill in his fingers. He gazed after
the cab, a dreamy look in his eyes. A bus honked at him to get out of the
road.
The girls, seated three in a row in the back of the cab, decided to
stow their bags at a plush hotel for the night and spend the rest of the
evening partying. Melanie and Candy had tried to persuade Kimberly to sit
up front, but the girl, sensing that she had been left out of secrets on the
plane, insisted on sitting in the back with them. Kimberly had even undone
a few buttons on her blouse to keep up with her sister and Candy.
The girls whispered amongst themselves. "Would you like a tip?"
Kimberly suddenly asked their cabdriver as he closed with their hotel.
"Course," the cabdriver groused.
"Cheers!" the three girls screamed at once, suddenly pulling back the
halves of their shirts and thrusting forth their bra encased boobs. The
cabdriver nearly dropped his cigar into his lap. "We don't have any extra
money," Kimberly explained in her high, girlish voice when the three of
them had finished cracking up over their exposure.
"I'll take that kind of a tip any time," the cabdriver said. He pulled
the cab to a halt at the girl's hotel and gallantly leapt out to help them
from the cab. Taking each girl by the hand he drew her forth. Then he
went back to the cab's trunk and unloaded the girl's bags as a trio of
bellhops rushed forth to relieve the girls of whatever they might find to
be a nuisance, be it heavy bags or clothing.
The front desk was bypassed, the bellhops assuring the girls that
they would handle all the details of their stay for them. One of the
bellhops slipped away for a moment to get a room key, and soon the group
of three girls and three young men was whisking skyward in a hotel
elevator. The girls were shown into a lavish room, one of the bellhops
murmuring something about checking the girls into a cheap room and then
switching keys so they could enjoy a more luxurious stay, free of
additional charge. Despite the generosity of the boys Candy and Melanie
only allowed them to stay long enough to point out the amenities of the
room, which came complete with side-by-side toilets and a heart shaped
tub.
"We're not getting married, boys, we're just sleeping over until the
morning," Melanie said in a disapproving voice as she surveyed the room.
"No, you'll like it here," one of the bellhops urged.
"Well, the bill better be as reasonable as we asked for it to be or
we'll skip out on it," Melanie warned.
"Oh, you'll have no problem with the charge," a bellhop replied. "And
for you girls--room service is free."
"Well, thank you boys, you're very generous," Candy said, ushering
them out. "But we girls must get our beauty rest. I don't think we'll be
needing anything tonight."
"Do you have any booze?" Kimberly asked, speaking, as always, when
she shouldn't. Melanie frowned at her and pointed at hardwood paneling
which hid a wet bar. Candy managed to get the bellhops out and closed the
door on them.
"Do you have any booze!" Melanie said reprovingly as Kimberly drew
back the paneling to reveal a host of little bottles.
"Oh, wow! Hard stuff!" Kimberly gushed.
"You don't need any of that," Melanie said, stepping up beside
Kimberly and cutting off her grasping hands. "You're drunk as a wino
already."
"Oh, let her have a little," Candy said, loosing the final button on her
blouse and slipping out of it. Her large breasts, held tightly by her bra,
bulged above the black fabric in twin mounds of feminine glory. Kimberly,
encouraged, made another grab for the liquor, but Melanie caught her
palms.
"Candy said I could have some," Kimberly, hands imprisoned, whined.
"She's not your sister. I am," Melanie said.
"Step sister," Kimberly corrected.
"All the same, I'm responsible for you," Melanie said. "Now get your
clothes off and climb into bed."
"I thought we were going night clubbing!" Kimberly protested.
"Candy and I are," Melanie said. "You're too young, silly!"
"I'm going to shower and turn in," Candy said. She padded over to the
bathroom and peeked through its doorway. "In fact, I'm going to take
advantage of this place. A heart shaped jacuzzi, mmm!" Candy reached
back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts sprang forth, their cherry tips
wiggling in ecstasy at the sudden release. Quickly Candy shimmied out of
her black skirt and kicked off her pumps. Melanie followed suit, shedding
the blouse that so many men on the way from the airport had longed to see
her without. Kimberly, not even bothering to unbutton her own expensive
blouse, merely yanked it over her head. In a minute the sisters were down
to the clasps on their garters, freeing their stockings as a denuded Candy
stepped into the jacuzzi. A moment later and all three girls were
splashing together in the hot, comforting water of the valentine shaped
tub, enjoying a soothing soak after their long flight.
Melanie gazed at the pair of boobs on either side of her. Kimberly's
were speckled with water, the result of a bout with Melanie that had
wetted both girl's mammaries. But both girl's hair still flowed, almost
dry, over their slim shoulders, just as if they were posing for some
naughty magazine. Melanie noticed that the upper halves of Candy's large,
exquisite breasts still bobbed in dry splendor, her shapely skin untouched
by the churning water which buoyed them up. The redhead's nipples, so
pink and pretty, looked like struggling shipwrecked sailors as they barely
kept themselves above the moving froth. Melanie couldn't help herself.
Perhaps it was the liquor she had drunk, perhaps the conversations of
sapphic pleasures with Gwen that inspired her. Melanie took a bottle of
perfumed soap from the rim of the tub and upended it over the nearest of
Candy's teats. She squeezed the plastic bottle and soap drooled out its
neck and fell onto Candy's bosom. Candy gasped at the unexpected tribute
to her titty. She looked down and watched as the scented fluid lumped up
on the curve of her breast and then, overcome by its own weight, began to
roll down toward her nipple. Melanie saw Candy's nipples stiffen. The
trail of soap bumped into Candy's pink bud and curled around it, then,
building up, it rolled over the top of the erect nubbin.
Kimberly, never one to be left behind by her sister, joined in the
girlish fun by extending a finger to Candy's soap drowned nipple. Easily,
gently, she began rubbing the pad of her finger over Candy's little nubbin.
"I wonder what a man would pay to see us like this right now?"
Melanie asked, looking deep into Candy's eyes. Candy laughed, an easy
laugh, her breasts jiggling slightly.
"I don't know," Candy replied. "He'd pay even more to be with us."
"Perhaps we should relieve those bellhops of their wallets," Melanie
said, not knowing why. Kimberly giggled, her massage of the outermost
point of Candy's breast continuing.
"Come take a bath with us," Kimberly mimed. "We need our backs
washed."
"And our nipples," Candy said.
"Yes, those too, we must be clean all over," Kimberly said. Grinning,
she focused her eyes even more assiduously on Candy's soaped teat, as if
performing a vital task for a newborn babe.
Melanie anointed Candy's other breast, and Kimberly just as quickly
lent her own special touch to that teat as well. It was as if the sisters
were welcoming their new friend into the most intimate parts of their
lives.
"Do my tits too!" Kimberly said after a moment, sloshing back away
from Candy and thrusting out her lovely, newly grown breasts.
"Do them yourself!" Melanie laughed, and aimed her soap bottle at
Kimberly and squeezed it hard enough to send a trail of the stuff arching
across the tub to hit Kimberly in the face. Kimberly cried out and Melanie,
still squeezing, caused looping spurts of the aromatic fluid to splatter
upon Melanie's neck and breasts. Candy, joining in the act, grabbed a soap
bottle of her own and inundated Kimberly with her own oily tribute.
Kimberly, far from retaliating, lifted both her hands to her breasts,
grinned, and began rubbing them with her palms. Soon suds were forming,
and Candy and Melanie sluiced their bodies across the tub to add more soap
to Kimberly's teats. Murmuring of the beauty of Kimberly's breasts, Candy
and Melanie squirted yet more soap upon them. Kimberly lifted her
breasts, accepting the further oily accolade, eyes glowing as layer upon
layer of fluid was mounded onto the curves of her mammaries, looking like
half-built spires of some wet sand castle.
"Mmm, strawberry!" Kimberly said as some of the soap that had
earlier struck her face trailed past the corner of her mouth. Her eyes
were wide, the soap in them not stinging them in the least. "Give me
more!" Kimberly demanded, opening her mouth so some of the soap could be
squirted into it. But Melanie interceded twixt her and Candy.
"It's not for eating, though a little bit in your mouth won't hurt,"
Melanie advised. Kimberly, not to be denied, lowered her face toward her
breasts to lick the soap off her breasts. But Melanie's hands got there
first, and began rubbing the unassimilated mounds of soap into the suds
that already clung to Kimberly's tits.
Candy, perhaps inspired by Melanie, slipped behind the girl and lifted
her own hands to cup Melanie's boobs from behind. "Does that feel good?"
Candy asked, even as Melanie's face took on a look of wonder at the
unexpected attention.
"Mmm, yes," Melanie purred, letting herself be pampered as she
worked to keep her little sister from devouring the soap on her breasts.
This tableau had continued for just a little while when Candy leaned
forward and whispered amorously in Melanie's ear:
"I wish I had a dildo on to fuck you with."
"I wish I had one--I'd jam it right up this little cunt," Melanie said
of Kimberly. Then: "I told you, don't eat the soap!" as the obstreperous
Kimberly made to bow her face to her breasts yet again.
"Help me submerge her. I'll never get her away from this soap
otherwise," Melanie said to Candy. The redhead came around from behind
Melanie and each of them pressed their hands upon Kimberly's shoulders.
As they pushed the girl down into the foaming water Kimberly extended
her tongue and flicked it at Candy's teat, just catching a bit of the
strawberry soap on her tongue.
"Mmm!" Kimberly said, impishly licking her lips just before her
entire head was dunked beneath the tub's miniature waves.
Kimberly began struggling as soon as her head disappeared beneath
the water. Melanie felt a hand attack her pussy, Candy too gave a lurch as
she was bopped in the tummy by a fist. A moment later and a spluttering
Kimberly was let up from beneath the rippling waters, looking like a
kitten that had taken an unwelcome bath. At once Kimberly lunged at her
sister, and a moment later it was Melanie whose head disappeared beneath
the waves. Candy clambered atop Kimberly and managed to pull her off her
sibling.
Effortlessly the girls segued into an actual bathing of their bodies.
The strawberry squeeze bottles empty now, the girls turned to a cake of
soap to do their actual work with. There being only one, and nobody
willing to go look for more, the girls shared it. Fortunately it was a
generous cake. All three girls rubbed their hands simultaneously on the
bar of soap until they had raised suds. Twice the bar slipped from their
joint grasp and had to be fetched from the bottom of the tub,
necessitating a re-start of the entire procedure. But the girls didn't mind.
They giggled and laughed and, finally, hands caked with suds, they each
began lathering their own bodies. The bathroom being a bridal suite, no
washcloths were in evidence, though no doubt one could have been found if
the effort had been undertaken. Instead each girl just used her hands to
lather herself, aided by frequent return trips to the bar, which alternately
passed between them as each claimed it for her own. (Kimberly seemed to
get to hold the bar more than the other two.) At one point, about halfway
through, Melanie happened to lean just far enough over the side of the tub
to see an unused bath sponge lying on the floor, an apparent casualty of
their earlier frolics. Melanie retrieved the sponge for herself and had no
sooner wet it than it too became an object of contention between the
girls. Like the bar of soap, it also wound up changing owners with
surprising frequency.
Their soak and washing finally at an end, the girls stepped from the
tub. Languorously their lean bodies reached for towels, their long legs and
pendant teats reflecting back at them in the room's many mirrors. Each
girl bent forward, hoping to pluck a towel from a towel bar along the wall
without having to step off the furry bath mat by the tub. The tiled floor
beyond promised to greet their feet with a chill. Kimberly managed to
pluck a towel from a bar, but in doing so she caused one of the other two
towels to fall to the floor along the wall.
"Thanks a lot," Melanie said. She knew one of them would now be
without, and even as she spoke Candy managed to grab the remaining towel
from the rack. Melanie need not have complained. Candy, towel in hand,
turned to her and wordlessly offered to dry her. Melanie accepted. Even as
Candy's body still dripped water, beginning to feel the cold of the room,
the redhead worked the towel over her, massaging her deeply with it.
Soon Kimberly, wrapped warmly in her towel, was gazing forlornly at the
other two, certain that she had been deprived of their fun yet again.
Finally Kimberly hopped from the furry bath mat and leapt across the
cold tiled floor to the bedroom carpeting beyond. Melanie, dry now, rubbed
down Candy in turn. She admired the redhead's body as she worked. Their
was a feeling of electricity between them. Forbidden pleasures seemed to
beckon. The curls of Candy's pubic hair seemed so neat and tight, as if God
himself had sewn them on for his own personal pleasure. Her thighs were
lissome, lightly tanned as if someone had gently brazed them over a fire.
Melanie stood erect, her task done. The towel slipped from her
grasp. The two girls looked at each other, their eyes bright. Their hands
brushed each other's hips. Their mouths seemed to linger over one
another, though untouching. The nipples of their breasts grazed one
another. And then, just as quickly as the passion had welled up within
them, it was repressed. The girls stepped back from one another. They
had shared something there, in that moment, but had pressed it back down
within themselves. Someone else was needed to bring it out. A woman
like Gwen perhaps, or, better, a man.
The girls retreated across the room together, toward the carpeting
of the bedroom. Somehow their feet neglected to inform them of the cold
of the tiles. They walked without flinching, their minds preoccupied with
other thoughts. Their hands brushed but did not clasp. Breasts preceding
them, hips rolling in farewell to the tub, they gained the carpeting beyond
the doorway. Kimberly was there, sitting on the edge of the room's only
bed, playing her space game. Once more the aliens were on the run. Candy
sat down beside her and urged the game from her hands. Kimberly put a
palm to Candy's shoulder and leaned in to her, then pointed out the aspects
of the game as Candy took command of the imaginary spaceship. Soon
Candy was engrossed in childish ways, the sensations she had shared with
Melanie on the bath mat shut from her mind. Melanie too, though no fan of
the space game, found herself once more preoccupied with simpler things.
She found a teddy bear alarm clock snuggling behind a night table lamp on
the far side of the bed. With juvenile enthusiasm she picked it up and
began fiddling with it. Next to where the bear had been was a bowl of
jellybeans. As Melanie looked over the bear she began plucking beans from
the bowl and popping them into her mouth.
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