Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 21:17:50 -0800 (PST) From: Glenda Goodwitch Subject: The Desires of Rebecca-Ch. 1 The Desires of Rebecca by Olivia M. Ravensworth Chapter One Many I have become convinced, are the maidens whose secret passions must burn as mine have, longing wordlessly for the forbidden fruit of another woman's naked white flesh. Most never answer the call except in languid dreams only half remembered. Yet some hear that siren's song, and respond, willingly .... For following the impulse of mine own natural feminine desires, the innocent love of one girl for another, I was cruelly cast forth to begin a strange journey of self-discovery in a wide, wild world whose ways I knew not. A trembling innocent, I soon met friendship and love, deception and treachery-and exciting, boundless freedom. I have traveled with the carefree Gypsies, lived among the shameless bawds of London, sailed with the lusty buccaneers who haunt the treacherous and alluring shores of the Spanish Main .... Without the dictates of England's smug, prudish society I might have spared myself years of adventuresome exile-yet I would not have met mine own true love. Ah, rather would I be led by the faultless impulses of desire than pine within a living tomb of marbled walls: such as the one for which my station would have trapped me! Though I have suffered mightily at the hands of fortune, fate in the end has rewarded my passions. Let my story serve, then, as an inspiration to other meek young maidens. Follow your hearts, dears, wherever they may lead... Though I sensed it not, of course, the spring of the year one was the last season I would spend cloistered in the grand ancestral home which was the only world I had ever known. I lived in a great country house in Devon, the only daughter of a prominent vicar. My life there was simple, and happy, I suppose-for little did I know of the disapproving world. And little did it know, of me! My closest friend was a girl named Elsie. Blonde and pretty, a seductive little imp, Elsie was nearly my twin, though one year younger. She lived in a nearby manor, and such was our friendship that we visited each other nigh on every day. While on inclement days we stayed indoors to play at tea parties or house or some such, we both loved the sweet smell of the fresh country air and the freedom of the sun-warmed meadows. Indoor games were fine when Elsie's parents were about, but when we two were alone we had learned to play at other games. Whenever we could, we two bosom friends whiled away the hours beneath the warm, placid sky of Mother Nature, walking, laughing ...disporting ourselves in ways we knew would have shocked others. But we cared naught. We innocents knew that the natural desires of our own femininity ne'er could lead us astray. One day much like any other, I woke slowly, writhing beneath the prim covers of my narrow bed, playing with myself instinctively as the golden glow of my languorous dream gradually dissipated. I think that I murmured Elsie's name. My innocent hands had begun their rhythmic motions in my sleep, apparently, and upon waking there was no other course but to continue. Groaning, I spread my virginal young thighs wider and swirled my sticky fingers insistently through the musky pink playground of my sodden, palpitating twat. On and on I stroked, panting as the honey-rich pleasures welled up thickly from the secret places below my belly. My heavy-lidded eyes rolled closed again, and within my mind danced the tantalizing form of my dearest Elsie. I clung to the wild fancies which had fueled my dream, imagining that it was her slick, ready flesh I explored beneath the covers, that the hands fondling me were hers! I breathed deeply, inhaling the heady aroma of my urgent femininity as I spread the copious juices of my arousal messily about. My mouth watered longingly. Ever more urgently I diddled myself, opening wide my blonde-furred portals of desire with one hand so that with the other I might torture more mercilessly the little button which quivered within me. My hips shivered uncontrollably as my naughty fingertips drew wondrous circles about that over-sensitized organ, teasing, prodding, stimulating unashamedly. On and on I drove myself. Finally I could not help but stroke directly at the tremulous nubbin which was the very seat of my pleasures. A warm, wet feeling of utter contentment spasmed deep within my cunny, soaking through my straining flesh. As my back arched at the exquisite joy of my spending, I gasped breathlessly, on and on and on liquid fire pulsing hot and sweet through my shaking limbs. It was a glorious way to begin the morn. An hour or so later the family coachman drove me to visit Elsie. As I jounced along in the trap, warm morning air moving softly through my tresses, how eagerly I looked forward to seeing Elsie again. Blithely I pressed my thighs tightly together, the corners of my mouth upturned faintly as the flexing of my muscles sent a pleasurable little tremor quivering through me-I simply could not help myself. I sensed no ill omen, but thought only of a lovely day ahead. If only I had known; that that fateful morn was to be the last time I ever would see my dear, lost Elsie .... Elsie greeted me warmly, beaming. We held hands; and kissed each other innocently upon the cheek as Elsie's colorless mother looked silently on. Yet as my carefully chaste lips brushed my friend's flesh I could. not help but notice that, like mine, her cheeks had flushed beautifully with a secret promise .... Her hands squeezed mine imploringly. Elsie entreated me almost at once to spend the day, walking with her. It was agreed, and soon we left the confines of the manse of Elsie's stern father for the beauties of the outside world. Sparrows and starlings twittered and frolicked on the leaden rooftops as we crossed the courtyard, cobblestones clacking beneath our prim buckled shoes. In the center of the courtyard a pulsing fountain with a great stout base sent thick jets of frothy water spurting futilely toward the sky, only to crash back into the round basin encircling the central shaft. Though those stealthy waters often threatened to wet our garments, we always laughingly avoided the fountain's spray. It was a little joke with us. The gentle calls of the fluttering birds mixed with the rustling splash of the fountain's tireless, impotent waters, and my soul was filled with a calm sense of well-being. I carried a little picnic basket the cook had packed for us, and Elsie carried a blanket. "The day is most beautiful, is it not, dear Elsie?" I asked. "We scarce could hope for a better morning to walk and picnic." Elsie smiled warmly back at me, sunlight gleaming richly on her flowing waves of gold. "Oh, sweet Rebecca," she replied in adoration, "with such a bosom friend as thou, any morning would seem a paradise." Smiling mischievously, Elsie pressed her soft palm to mine, and I felt my heart leap as I looked down into her round, darling face. Yes, I understood my Elsie all too well. Sneaking a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure we were not still being observed, I dropped my face down onto hers and kissed her square on the mouth. My nipples stood up full and stiff beneath my taut dressfront as her tongue responded gratefully. Oh, how I longed to drag my darling to the ground right there and then and strip her pale loins of the rustling skirts which coyly guarded their succulent treasures. Restlessly I sped my pace. Hand in hand, we strolled out into the manicured gardens, caressing each other idly. My indulgence upon waking seemed to have whetted my appetites rather than relieve my hunger, for I could not help but run my appreciative palms along my Elsie's familiar curves, up and down her swelling young hips and her supple buttocks, around the high young mounds of her firm breasts. I shivered with pent-up longing, and beneath all .the restrictive layers of clothing which our prudish society compelled me to wear, my body fluttered restlessly. I could scarcely restrain myself. Through the leafy green maze we went, down private corridors of dense, shady hedgework and occasional bright-colored blooms. No one could follow us here. Here we two girls could be completely alone, with no servants to pry, no parents to scold or frown. In one unobserved corner of the garden we came upon a familiar little break in the hedges. The portal was just slightly over waist-high, and narrow as well. We smiled secretly at one another as we ducked to slip, one by one, through the tight slit in the foliage. Though the passage once had been rough with the forbidding twigs of the virgin growth, it had been worn smooth and comfortable after so many years of two curious girls' passage back and forth. From the dense body of the garden we headed out into the beckoning wilds of the open countryside. The day was idyllic. We crossed rolling hills of heather, aimlessly, caring naught which way we took Sometimes we paused beneath the shade of a lone tree, watching the butterflies and bees move drowsily in the hazy morning light. Now and then we surprised a rabbit and tried to keep our eyes upon it as the little beast bounded for the nearest cover. The house of Elsie's father was far away, lost from sight behind the hills and copses. The rising sun already was hot in the clear morning sky, hanging in the welkin like some great ingot of molten gold Despite my bonnet, a fine sheen of perspiration began to bead upon my forehead, and beneath my dress I felt warm. I paused to catch my breath, and Elsie stopped with me. I regarded her tenderly for a moment, and with the back of my hand I brushed a wisp of honey blonde hair away from her sun-warmed forehead. How I loved her! Yet suddenly I felt an inner chill. I smiled down at her uncertainly. She was such a pretty little cherub, her cheeks and eyelids flushed beautifully, soft lips ripe and alluring in a porcelain face fringed with blonde curls. Yet certainly I was not the only one to notice this burgeoning womanhood. Surely her parents were already making plans. Most likely in but a year or so-if even that, I realized suddenly-we two girls would be married off to men we had never met, separated, perhaps never to see each other again. The thought brought a bitter tear to the inner corner of my eye. As I looked down at the beautiful Elsie, I could not help but notice why some-some man, some half brute of a man-might ask for my darling's hand in marriage. Her adorable face both shy and impudent a once, the promise of her youthful body, slim and deliciously rounded-how could she not fill anyone with aching desire? She was so sweet and dear, so fresh and girlish and beautiful. It was a shame that all too soon the poor girl would be forced to sully herself with the likes of those whiskered beasts. I shuddered to think of it. And the back of my neck all at once felt cold and damp and lonely, for I knew that such a fate would await myself as well. How many months of freedom, I wondered, did 1 have left? I cursed a life which could be so cruel. How I longed to hold on to this moment, to keep us both innocent and girlish, loving friends forever. Had I but known how brief our happiness was to be. Impulsively I bent down and pressed my fevered mouth to Elsie's full, warm lips and kissed her gently. My sensitized lips tingled delightfully as my dear friend's eager mouth opened to receive me and her dainty tongue in turn began dancing knowingly behind my teeth. We kissed passionately, for how many minutes I know not. Soon, I began fondling the high mounds of Elsie's firm young breasts through her clothing, moaning softly into her mouth as I felt the ripe cherries of her nipples grow shamelessly erect Yes, it was all too easy to understand what a man would want with a young woman like Elsie-or even myself, I supposed. If anything, as the elder, I was taller and curvier, filled out a little more as a woman than was my cherubic Elsie. Yet even that little angel was not the mere girl she had been the year before or the year before that. Together we had grown to the very brink of womanhood, delighting in each other, sharing our supple bodies in ways we could never do with any others. I had looked upon, touched, tasted every inch of my darling-had made her whimper, made her beg, made her scream in delight But surely her parents had other plans in mind. I bit my lip. Though it made me faint to think of it, I could not help imagining what a man-some strutting, decorated soldier or a boorish old country gentleman -would do to my sweet Elsie when her parents parceled her off in dreaded marriage. The old devil would have been lusting after her interminably, and after the funereal tolling of the leaden church bells, he finally might lay his coarse hands on the heavenly curves of her maidenly flesh Within the prison cell of a great canopied bed in some lonely manse, how eagerly; his brutish fingers might strip the confused girl bare, leaving her vulnerable white flesh exposed helplessly to his wicked gaze! Then how he would reach in and touch her, trying to make her naked young body' respond inside .... To think that he would place his red, swollen, sweaty member in her most holy of holies, thrusting his mindless flesh into the satiny garden of musky pink where I had nursed selflessly for hours on end .... A wave of love and protectiveness washed through me. It was all so unfair! Elsie was not some strumpet to be pawed by a dirty old man-a painted concubine, veritable love slave to be auctioned off by selfish parent to the highest bidder. Though accepted by thoughtless society, to me the process of arranging such a marriage was but mockingly polite, merely the smug English version of the way a comely Circassian wench might change hands in some decadent Byzantine slave market. To the girl, snatched from her natural environment and cast into the most intimate and degrading servitude whether for some fat and drooling pasha in broad striped robes or for some so-called gentleman in a fine lace-collared English doublet-the effect was the same She would be nothing more than the toy of a man's wicked, invasive lusts. But Elsie was something fine and sweet, a tender girl to cherish, to enjoy. The so-called love of men, I sensed intuitively, simply could not be as pure or holy as the innocent love of one maiden for another. It was only natural for me to want the best for my dearest friend, to shelter her from the rough, polluting desires of undeserving men. Urgently I began working my fingertips at the closures guarding her bosom, reaching hungrily for the naked flesh beneath. "Rebecca!" gasped my friend playfully. "Thou'lt spoil me yet!" As my palms closed upon her jiggling flesh and my questing fingertips finally caught her responsive nipples, the girl laughed and slipped teasingly out of my grasp. "Come!" she smiled indulgently and began running on ahead. Breathlessly I picked up the picnic basket and followed her. On and on we ran, up hill and down, exulting in the freedom of the open countryside where no nagging tongues could scold. At length we mounted the familiar rise of a great hill, in moments reaching the top, which commanded a wide and beautiful view. As we paused to rest, I could not help but fondle my Elsie's breasts out of her top and commence ravaging them with my lips and tongue, sucking her engorged pink brown nipples into the hungry hollow between my flushed cheeks. She shuddered beneath my urgent attentions. Yet again she forced herself to break free and, laughing, ran down the hill toward a small stream winding through a lush thicket of trees in the little valley below. The glen was lush and cool, yet lost in the depths of her father's estate, this inviting little paradise was untouched by the hand of man. It was ours alone. Perhaps no other had set foot here since the reign of the last Henry. I ran down the hill after her, my heart pounding, mine eyes fixed upon Elsie's slim, rounded body as it bounded down ahead of me, her skirts held high. Soon we reached the trees. We stepped though the cozy shade of the loamy little forest until we stood silently at the bank of the stream. Dappled sunlight played on the softly rippling waters. "Come," urged Elsie quietly "I daresay we are overdue for our noon swim." I watched Elsie as she slowly loosed the ribbons of her bonnet and shook out her gleaming, honey-colored curls in an innocent display of seductiveness which made my knees feel weak beneath me. She spread the heavy picnic blanket upon the grassy bank of the stream and dropped her bonnet into the blanket's center. Then, while she kept her playful eyes upon me, she began to work at the fastenings of her garments. She smiled as she began the little ritual, her fingers trembling faintly, it seemed-working all the while at the chaste closures which guarded her modesty. "What could be more refreshing after a long walk on a warm day than a pleasant dip in the brook?" "Indeed," I murmured, hot and sweaty beneath my garments. Happily I began to disrobe, watching my Elsie through lowered lashes as she stepped slowly out of her dress and stood before me clad only in her flouncy undergarments. Elsie's pretty shoulders and arms were bared, and her calves were smooth and shapely below the hem of her underclothes. I shivered with the knowledge that just beneath those chaste layers of ruffled white cotton, she was naked. It was all I could do to keep from flinging myself at her feet. Smiling secretly, we stepped slowly out of our white cotton underclothes, and I thrilled that even after all we had done, Elsie's eyes still traveled across my pale flesh as eagerly as mine own relished her glorious form. Her gaze was wildly inflaming, both coy and searching at once. The tender pink-brown peaks of my bare breasts stood up crinkly and stiff. I smiled back at Elsie, mine eyes drinking in they sight of her bared little body, as proud and innocent as Eve's. Her youthful breasts were high and firm, defiant in the open air. Her waist was exquisitely narrow, her young womanly hips swelling down onto creamy thighs and smooth-muscled calves. Where her soft thighs met beneath a gently rounded belly, I glimpsed a shy growth. Eyes upon me, she began to work at the fastenings of her garments. She smiled as she began the little ritual, her fingers trembling faintly, it seemed-working all the while at the chaste closures which guarded her modesty. "What could be more refreshing after a long walk on a warm day than a pleasant dip in the brook?" "Indeed," I murmured, hot and sweaty beneath my garments. Happily I began to disrobe, watching my Elsie through lowered lashes as she stepped slowly out of her dress and stood before me clad only in her flouncy undergarments. Elsie's pretty shoulders and arms were bared, and her calves were smooth and shapely below the hem of her underclothes. I shivered with the knowledge that just beneath those chaste layers of ruffled white cotton, she was naked. It was all I could do to keep from flinging myself at her feet. Smiling secretly, we stepped slowly out of our white cotton underclothes, and I thrilled that even after all we had done, Elsie's eyes still traveled across my pale flesh as eagerly as mine own relished her glorious form. Her gaze was wildly inflaming, both coy and searching at once. The tender pink-brown peaks of my bare breasts stood up crinkly and stiff. I smiled back at Elsie, mine eyes drinking in the sight of her bared little body as proud and innocent as Eve's. Her youthful breasts were high and firm, defiant in the open air. Her waist was exquisitely narrow, her young womanly hips swelling down onto creamy thighs and smooth-muscled calves. Where her soft thighs met beneath a gently rounded belly, I glimpsed a shy growth of honey-colored hair. The fur was so like mine own tight-curled and blonde-yet still it was much sparser. And beneath that virginal wedge of spun gold, her warm flesh moistened as readily as mine own. My pulse beat heavily within me. I looked up at Elsie's face and watched her expressive lips curl upward in the playful hint of an indulgent smile. She made no move to cover herself. Though she blushed, it was less from innocence than arousal, for her stiff-nippled breasts rose and fell expectantly. When she finally made the pretense of lowering her flushed eyelids, the act was inflaming rather than modest, for it was only so that she might look up at me coyly again through her lashes. I licked my lips appraisingly. Then Elsie broke the spell. She giggled boldly and pranced into the water, her buttocks wriggling shapely as she stepped. Laughing, I followed her into the stream. I walked carefully across the water-smoothed stones of the stream bed, deeper, shivering as the cool water lapped higher and higher up my goose-pimpled thighs. Elsie giggled again and submerged herself with a splash. When she popped back up, her golden hair dripping with moisture, I could not help but notice that the dark little nipples of her bobbing breasts were tight and stiff, crying out to be touched. I lunged at those alluring: handfuls; then dived under as well. The water was quiet and cool, soothing on that= scorching spring day. Though I knew my father probably could quote me one of his sermons or perhaps even a passage from his great leather-bound Bible to show that it was wrong to disport ourselves like that-gloriously naked under God's good sky like our parents in Eden knew just as strongly that I could not believe it Now except in this hideaway with my own Elsie had I felt free. Stripped of the oppressive garments of England smug society, my bare flesh reveled in its natural nudity. It was as if I were displaying myself, shamelessly, for the whole of admiring Nature. When Elsie surfaced again, she jumped at me, laughing. She grabbed at my hips and splashed my face, and splashed her right back We cavorted in girlish innocent joyously thrashing, dunking each other underwater, grabbing one another's shoulders and diving away. W pushed and splashed, playfully squeezing rumps, tickling stomachs and feet Breathless with childlike exhilaration, twisted beneath the silvery surface of the water, grasp' at Elsie's naked body while she grabbed impishly 1 mine. I felt wild and happy and free. Her slippery flesh slid out from between my palms as we broke into the bright sunlight, gasping for air. "Well!" exclaimed Elsie. She stood close to me in the water, her breasts bobbling against mine, and as I looked slyly down to watch the dark pink nubs of our stiffened nipples nudge each other familiarly, I let my hands rest again on her sleek young hips. Elsie seemed to melt into my touch, and she continued, "Was that refreshment, or was it not?" "Indeed it was!" I cried, giving her rump another friendly little squeeze. I glided my hands up to cup her buoyant breasts, to fondle her cool nipples for a moment "It cooled the heat most delightfully." "Of course," Elsie replied evenly. She wiggled teasingly naked under God's good sky like our parents in Eden knew just as strongly that I could not believe it Nowhere except in this hideaway with my own Elsie had I felt free. Stripped of the oppressive garments of England's, smug society, my bare flesh reveled in its natural nudity. It was as if I were displaying myself, shamelessly, for the whole of admiring Nature. When Elsie surfaced again, she jumped at me, laughing. She grabbed at my hips and splashed my face, and I splashed her right back We cavorted in girlish innocence, joyously thrashing, dunking each other underwater, grabbing one another's shoulders and diving away. We pushed and splashed, playfully squeezing rumps, tickling stomachs and feet. Breathless with childlike exhilaration, I twisted beneath the silvery surface of the water, grasping at Elsie's naked body while she grabbed impishly for mine. I felt wild and happy and free. Her slippery flesh slid out from between my palms as we broke into the bright sunlight, gasping for air. "Well!" exclaimed Elsie. She stood close to me in the water, her breasts bobbling against mine, and as I looked slyly down to watch the dark pink nubs of our stiffened nipples nudge each other familiarly I let my hands rest again on her sleek young hips. Elsie seemed to melt into my touch, and she continued, "Was that refreshment, or was it not?" "Indeed it was!" I cried, giving her rump another friendly little squeeze. I glided my hands up to cup her buoyant breasts, to fondle her cool nipples for a moment "It cooled the heat most delightfully." "Of course," Elsie replied evenly. She wiggled teasingly out of my grasp and turned toward the shore. She looked slyly at me over her sleek white shoulder and led the way out of the water. I could not help watching the taut muscles of little Elsie's hips and bottom roll as her smooth legs carried her forward. The sight quickened the beating of my heart. "I am afraid, dear Rebecca," began Elsie coyly, "that we cannot dress again until we have dried ourselves, lest we soak our clothing through." Standing upon the picnic blanket on the shore, she turned around to watch me approach Her sly eyes traveled slowly up and down my bared flesh, making me shiver. "Yes," I agreed slowly, as I did every time. It was a little game we played, for this was how she had seduced me one glorious summer's day long ago. "That is true. It would not do to wet our garments." How deliciously naughty it was to stay naked ever longer under the appreciative stare of my little Elsie! She lowered herself gracefully to the blanket and sat, knees raised together in a parody of modesty. Though her bosom and her most secret spaces were indeed hidden from view, her posture was nevertheless most arousing. No clothing hid her nakedness, only shapely limbs which at any moment might stretch and unfold themselves. She looked up at me from beneath her lowered lashes. Then she patted the space before her crossed ankles. "Come, dearest friend, and we will dry off each other" "Certainly," I murmured. As I sat, Elsie opened her knees wide so that we might sit close, our legs encircling one another's hips. I licked my lips, and let mine eyes trace a path down from Elsie's raised knees, down her naked thighs, down to the plump curves of her buttocks, down to where something tender and fragrant waited, suddenly exposed .... Those spread thighs were creamy and soft, intimate and beckoning. How easy it would be simply to fall forward dreamily into that warn, inviting space-but, no, I would not satisfy her so quickly. First I would make her writhe in a beautiful agony of frustration .... The narrow tuft of golden hair beneath her taut young belly was still wet and dripping, barely a handspan from mine own secret places. As always, I marveled at the natural beauty of those blonde-fringed lips. They were v puffy and parted ever so slightly, and between those thick petals nestled another set of lips, tender and delicate and hairless. Near the upper juncture of those silken inner lips there quivered a mysterious, impudent little nubbin of flesh which protruded slightly from within, daring me to stroke it. Inside, she glistened, pink and bare. "We two are wet," Elsie reminded me softly. She lowered her gaze, and I felt her frank stare burning into my naked loins. "We should take care of that" "Of course..." I whispered, smiling. Her appraising stare made me feel pretty and feminine and wanted. Elsie began to smooth her palms along my neck and shoulders, flinging away silvery droplets of water, and gradually I copied her motions. I wiped the warm water from my friend's glistening shoulders and arms, her sides. Yet the high, tender mounds of Elsie's firm young bosom still shone with unwanted moisture, and as my dear Elsie smiled indulgently and commenced gently brushing the droplets from the rounded tops of mine own stiff-nippled breasts, I began to do the same for her. As I stroked Elsie's silky white skin so assiduously, I reveled in the innocent delight of fondling those creamy, resilient handfuls. No matter how familiar I was with her little body, how fascinating it still was to cup those pale hemispheres, to feel them soft and yet at the same time springy and firm in my wondering, unashamed hands. There was a selfless joy in caressing her flesh, in stroking my inquisitive fingertips along the stiffened nubs which crowned her welcoming mounds. I watched her shiver, and I smiled as my friend pulled her own fingers from the pale silky skin of my bosom ... to the crinkled, aching flesh at the tips of my breasts. My nipples, thick and hardened, tingled deliciously. It felt so good. Eyes half-lidded, I began to gather Elsie's puckered rosebuds between my wondering thumbs and fingers. Those stiff nubbins of delight were tight and responsive. I pinched them gently, lips pursed at the effect of my ministrations upon my friend-the rapt expression, the dreamy eyes of purest blue. She: shuddered as I kneaded the pink-brown glories of her= wanton, maidenly bosom. It delighted me exquisitely to: think that I was the cause of her shameless pleasures. "Oh, my dear Rebecca," she breathed, "let me kiss: thee!" Elsie leaned close, and her open mouth sucked hungrily at mine, tongue grateful and fierce. Her fingers pulled roughly at my throbbing nipples, and a liquid shiver of joy rippled thickly to the trembling pit of MY, belly. We moaned into each other's mouths, exulting as we squeezed so innocently, so delightfully at heavenly mounds of high maiden flesh. Soon I found my hands traveling of their own volition slowly down Elsie's body. Lips pressed lovingly against my Elsie's fervent mouth, I let my naughty fingers slide ever lower-down the trembling silky skin between her taut young breasts, across her hipbones and belly and navel ...and still farther. My probing fingertips found a moist delta of spun gold, and I gently pushed the slippery hairs aside to bare the throbbing center of her desire. She thrilled at my touch. Reveling in the intimate dirtiness of the act, I scooped up a dollop of the glistening evidence of her arousal. I withdrew my hand a little, rubbing her fragrant juices between my thumb and forefinger, smiling that her body had created them because of me. Then I gently began to spread this wondrous lubrication about the trembling flesh near the upper juncture of her tender inner lips, making the skin slick and smelly. Soon my inquisitive fingers found the taut pearly mound there, and absently I began to smooth my slippery fingertips about it. Elsie's tongue was eager within my mouth, loving and uninhibited. I accepted her kisses, gratefully, yet though I swirled my fingers more insistently within her, I was careful not yet to give her the ultimate bliss she craved. Oh, I wanted to make her scream out her delight ...but to tease her was a special treat. She was helpless before me, flushed and agitated and beautiful. At last Elsie pulled her mouth from mine and kissed me chastely upon the tip of the nose. Her heavy-lidded blue eyes met mine, smiling blissfully. "Oh, Rebecca," she breathed, "my friend, my love!" She bit her lip prettily. "I pray thee ...touch me more." She leaned forward again and kissed her way along my jaw to my ear. I shuddered as Elsie nipped delicately at my earlobe, caressing the sensitive skin there with the tip of her tongue. My fingertips probed lovingly through the tight blonde curls between Elsie's spread thighs, and the girl responded by tonguing down my throat and collarbone until she reached my bosom. I cried out as she lifted my naked breasts to her wanton lips and began sucking at the turgid pink-brown buds of my nipples. It was glorious. I could not help pushing my fingers right down into Elsie's open cunt Her welcoming pink flesh, soft and warm and smooth, wrapped itself tight around my penetrating digits. Her hips shuddered as I began working my fingers back and forth beneath her swollen clitty as I fucked her. She was shamelessly dilated, the slicked interior of her body instinctively ready for whatever was my whim to give it Elsie shuddered as my fingers sank ever deeper between thick, parted lips fringed with tangles of slick, curly hair. Her mouth pulled at the taut peaks of my breasts, moving from one to the other and back again, her inventive tongue flicking and swirling. Her hands grasped at my quivering mounds as shamelessly, as naturally, as any suckling babe. Her clutching hands, her wondrous mouth! They drove me onward, just as my most intimate explorations spurred her desires as well. Gasping in delight, Elsie buried her face, flushed and joyous, in the creamy flesh of my throbbing breasts. As my fingers squelched ever deeper between the velvety lips of Elsie's naked cunny, my nose picked up her- strong, womanly scent. The musky aroma was singularly provocative, and my mouth began to water. I could restrain myself no more. Mindlessly I dropped down between her thighs and pushed my face into her opened cunt. My ravenous lips and tongue wallowed delightedly in the slippery flower of her most sensitive places. She tasted delicious. Elsie shuddered convulsively and dropped her naked body back down across the blanket. Whimpering, she ran her hands helplessly across her breasts, clutching and thumbing her nipples. As I nursed within her crotch, palms cradling her supple buttocks, I raised my heavy-lidded eyes to peer over her sweating pubis at the sight "Oh, Rebecca!" cried my friend, transported. "It is` bliss!" Her shaking hands cupped her breasts desperately. "More, more! I beg thee!" Smiling in wicked triumph, I reversed my body hurriedly, putting one knee alongside my darling's ribs cage and throwing the other leg to her opposite side so that I lay facedown across the length of her trembling; white body Breathing deeply of the heady aroma of her excited womanhood, I lapped more insistently at the` slick furry nest of her vulva ...and pressed mine own crotch down across her flushed face. Her open mouth met my labia in the most selfless and intimate of kisses. I felt my throbbing pussy melt around Elsie's face as her lips sucked up into me, engulfing the erect nodule of my agonized clit. Her fingertips pulled my thick outer lips wide, opening me up so that she might lick more directly at the very center of my being. As I wallowed so deliriously within her dainty, golden-furred twat, Elsie lapped wildly at the round nubbin of quintessential joy which twitched helplessly beneath her fierce oral caresses. Heady, familiar pleasures throbbed between my hips, indescribable sensations coursing up my spine and reverberating back and forth along my trembling limbs. We made love wildly, tenderly, hips bucking about each other's faces, shuddering to a natural rhythm only our hungry young bodies understood. Suddenly the nameless bliss coiling beneath my trembling belly sprang wondrously free, and it was as if I were transported to the clouds on a mounting pinnacle of rapture, a growing spire of joy thrusting up through the grasping pink flesh of my spasming cunny. Higher I mounted, it seemed, ever higher above the green-and brown checkered earth, ever more swiftly as the indescribable pleasures consumed me so deliriously. Those fantastic sensations should have killed with their glories, so intense were they. Yet as that long, tapering mountain of ecstasy filled my virginal cunt, my joyous heart, my reeling mind, somehow I lived-and grew stronger, teetering at some sunlit, windswept summit of bliss. My netherlips clenched spasmodically at Elsie's pleasuring mouth just as her dripping hole seemed to suck at my fluttering tongue. The sensations spread within me, running like molten fire along my trembling limbs, throbbing deliciously in my heaving breasts, searing h and lustful and sweet behind my rolled-back eyes exulted in the blinding glory. And through it all I knew of nothing but my beloved Elsie. I saw only her spasming femininity, felt only he body along mine, smelled and tasted only her. The only sound in my blazing ears was the voice of Elsie, gasping in heady joy, crying out my name in gratitude and affection. Lost in the paradise of our innocent lovemaking we sensed not the heartless menace which loomed eve closer! Swooning, I clung to her sleek young body desperately, praying that this timeless moment would never end.... Chapter 2 to follow...