Chapter 34

The heat persisted throughout that week, making Lauren irritable and short tempered. She lacked sleep and if she had not been able to snooze during the day she would have been a wreck. Felix called on Friday afternoon just after lunch to say that he would have to work late that night, but would be able to take her out on Saturday afternoon. She agreed, looking forward to his company and a break from the boredom of the household routine.

After the usual salad for tea, she lolled on the sofa in the lounge for half an hour, watching the news and chatting with Emma and Jamie until she felt so drained that she made her excuses and crawled to her room. She lay on the bed, fighting sleep. Raising her bottom, she slipped off her knickers and spun them across the room with a flick of her foot. Her hand found her pussy, damp, sweaty and very uninviting from the effects of the day. Fortified momentarily, she stood and slipped the light T-Shirt over her head before trudging wearily into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Less than ten minutes later she was showered, cleansed, in bed and asleep.

Reality dawned on her slowly, washing over her like a summer thundercloud. She shied away, turning until the red numbers welcomed her to a new day. Three thirty seven. Lauren tried to remember the time she had gone to bed but failed. She recalled Jamie and Emma being awake in the lounge. She started at the thought. The last time she had left them alone she had found them five milliseconds later naked and engaged in sex. Sinking back against the damp pillow she mentally shrugged her shoulders and dismissed any further thought.

The bright lights of the clock shone round the room and wherever she turned they reflected or glowed, intruding into her privacy. Unable to sleep, she pulled on her T-Shirt and silently slipped along the hallway into the kitchen. She closed the door before clicking on the light. Screwing her eyes up and feeling her way through half- closed eyes, she opened the fridge and pulled out a yoghurt. With a big yawn she slumped in a chair and gazed out into the dark night as she spooned the thick goo out of the pot. Realising how hungry she was, she filled the kettle and made tea. Daydreams came easily as she stared into the black void, whisking her off so fully that she shrieked when the kitchen door swung open.

"Emma!" she squealed, "What are you doing up?"

"I'm so hot. I think the air conditioning's on the blink. And thirsty" she said, reaching up for a glass from the cupboard. Her T-Shirt was shorter than Lauren's and offered no protection from prying eyes as it rode up, revealing her buttocks and hinting at her pussy. Lauren slumped further down in the chair, feeling the familiar stirring inside as her daydreams merged with reality. Emma's hair was tangled, unkempt from sleep and fell over her shoulders in ragged bunches, tumbling over the front of her T-Shirt without concealing the feint form of her little breasts. Lauren sat up slightly, resting a foot on her knee, oblivious to the possibility that she might be exposing herself to the little girl if she decided to sit down and peer beneath the canopy of her T-Shirt. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen ten degrees.

Emma crouched down in front of the open fridge and rummaged among the litre bottles of drink. "Oh, that's great! Nice cold air!" she said, pulling out a carton of mango juice. She filled her glass, wiping her fingers over her T-Shirt. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, offering her glass.

Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to drink quickly.

"Whoa!" she cried as the cold sticky liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her T- Shirt. "Oh, now look, it's gone everywhere!". Emma found a cloth, knelt in front of her and wiped the bottom of her shirt and her thighs. "Hey, I'll do it, thanks!" said Lauren, taking hold of the cloth and wiping herself. A trickle of sweat ran down the side of Lauren's face as her T-Shirt prickled her skin.

Emma stared, watching every movement. Lauren threw the cloth in the sink, congratulating herself for her uncanny accuracy. She picked her yoghurt back up and spooned another mouthful down. Emma jumped up playfully, straddled her knees and sat down on her legs, facing her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"Nothing, just sitting on your lap, that's all!" Emma leaned forward and rested her head on Lauren's shoulder. "I could go back to sleep like this, it's so comfortable"

"It's too hot, come on, lean up!" said Lauren, pushing her away, conscious now that she was sweating beneath the confines of her rudimentary clothing.

Emma's hands sank down to Lauren's thighs, smoothing the T-Shirt until they found the soft skin of her buttocks. Her little hands were hot but still she rested her head on her shoulder.

"Oh, listen!" said Emma.

"I didn't hear anything"

"Yeah, the air conditioning started again!" said Emma, sitting up. Lauren thought she might have heard a feint whirring noise from the depths of the house. Emma smiled broadly at Lauren as she sat on her legs.

"Come on then, back to bed for you young lady." said Lauren, pushing her back. Emma braced herself against the table with her elbows, still sitting on Lauren's legs. "Carry me!" she said gleefully.

Lauren looked down and saw her pussy, deliberately exposed between her parted thighs. Her own sex stirred once again, delighting in the sight of the little nymph and the purity of her lightly-haired pussy. The heat was oppressive, the atmosphere in the kitchen almost edible. Lauren wiped her arm across her forehead.

"God, it's so hot! Aren't you hot?" asked Lauren.

"Mmm. I've got a great idea, let's swim!"

"Don't be stupid, it's four in the morning!"

"Oh come on, it's great fun. Come with me!" said Emma, now fully charged as she slipped off Lauren's legs. Her little bottom twitched as she made her way to the patio door and flicked the catch. She turned, resting her head on her shoulder, and looked at Lauren with theatrical seduction. "Are you coming?"

Reluctantly, Lauren stood and followed her out onto the patio. She looked around, checking to see how many neighbours might be watching their early morning frolic. The light from the kitchen shone across the deep end while the moonlight guided them down to the treacherous shallow end that had been so cruel to Lauren. She watched as Emma pulled her T-Shirt off in one fluid motion and let it fall onto the paving stones. She could see the outline of her figure, her slim legs and the pinnacles of her breasts in varying shades of grey. While Emma waded in, Lauren followed suit, losing her T-Shirt and cautiously stepping down between the stone pillars and into the shallow end. Each step forward was tested with her foot to ensure that she didn't sink without trace again.

"Swim!" shrieked Emma, treading water about halfway out.

"I can't, you know that!" replied Lauren, trying to look busy splashing water around. Emma had been right, the pool was bliss, the feeling of swimming naked quite wonderful. She reached down, scooping water up and splashed her breasts and shoulders, finally finding the inner resolve to kneel and submerge to her neck. Emma swam back to the shallow end.

"Come on, I'll teach you!"

"Don't be silly, it's night time. I mean, maybe tomorrow"

"Please, I'll hold you, and you just do the strokes, OK?"

"But I might sink!"

"I'll hold you, like I said. You have to trust me." Emma looked into her eyes, challenging her, waiting with arms outstretched. "Do you?"

Slowly, Lauren edged forward, reassured that as she ventured farther from the shallow end, so Emma supported her stomach and thighs with her arms. Both girls shrieked continually as though they were both on fire, until the novelty wore off and Lauren genuinely tried to swim.

"OK, now hands right forward, make paddles and then push the water away! Push! OK, once more, and again!" The instruction lasted almost half an hour, varying between breast stroke, floating on her back (which scared her to death when the water lapped at her ears) and opening her eyes under water.

Emma taught her carefully, ensuring that she never sank beneath the surface. Teaching the older girl was a difficult feat for Emma and her efforts were appreciated by Lauren. Gradually, the two girls relaxed and as their trust grew so Lauren was able to concentrate on moving as she was told rather than worrying if she was about to drown. Emma used the palm of her hands to support Lauren, one just above her pubic hair and the other just below her breasts. Occasionally the lower hand would stray accidentally into the tight hair above her pussy, only to return later as Lauren squirmed and invented new strokes. Finally, they stopped, both of them buoyed by Lauren's achievement of swimming across the pool unaided, albeit lacking in elegance.

Lauren leaned with her back against the side of the pool, watching as Emma approached. "OK, now watch me, I'll dive down, swim around and come back up. Then you do it, OK?" said Emma, sinking without an answer. Lauren watched the little bubbles, trying in the half light of the new dawn to see where she had gone. Suddenly, she felt hands on her feet, shins, legs, and then Emma slid slowly up along her body. Lauren squealed delightedly as she felt tiny bubbles of air touching her thighs, sneaking around her pussy and drifting slowly up between the valley of her buttocks. She parted her legs slightly as the feeling of arousal became stronger and the swirling of the water promised uncharted pleasures. A lithe young body slowly broke the surface in front of her. Their breasts touched as Emma flicked her hair back, breathing deeply as she clung for support. Lauren allowed herself to hold her gently in her arms.

"That tickled!" said Lauren, smiling as she pushed Emma's damp hair away from her face.

"Go on, I think you can do it as well." Lauren took a deep breath, about to protest. "Just hold your breath and swim around. It's easier than swimming on the surface!"

"No, I don't think so."

"Try, just for me?" asked Emma, hugging her a little tighter. They changed places, Lauren testing the depth before breathing in a very deep breath and sticking her head under water. She emerged loudly, exhaling like a whale. Emma was about to tease her when Lauren held up her hand, breathed in again and disappeared.

In the bubbly silence she found Emma more by touch than sight. Her little feet were slightly parted, and she pulled herself up along her thighs, nuzzling into the softness of her pussy and marveling at the difference between the squeaky cleanness of her thighs and the slipperiness of her pussy lips. The warmth of her skin glowed in contrast to the cool water.

She slid upwards, kissing adventurously above her pussy, then more accurately rubbing her nose on her breast before exploding back into safety. She held onto the side of the pool, her hands resting above Emma, her breasts bobbing on the surface in front of her. Lauren felt the softness of Emma's thigh pressing gently between her own.

"I told you that you could do it!" said Emma.

"It's easier than swimming up here, that's weird!". Lauren allowed Emma to press further between her legs, feeling her thigh slip along her pussy.

"It's so quiet. Nobody's awake!" whispered Emma, tracing her finger along Lauren's shoulder and down between her breasts.

Lauren looked at her, feeling her hands exploring beneath the surface of the water. They were naked, exposed, obviously engaged in petting to anyone who happened to walk by. The water covered them, distorting reality into a shimmer of patches of light and dark, hiding their true intentions and creating an exciting atmosphere of bravado and intimacy. She felt Emma pulling her closer and allowed one hand to touch her hair while she gripped the pool edge with the other.

"You should get dry, you know" said Lauren, holding clumps of her darkened hair.

"It's OK, I'm going to get wet again. Just stay there" she said, slipping down underneath the water. Lauren held onto the side with both hands, looking down between her breasts at the translucent image below. Then she felt hands behind her, caressing her buttocks, and the bubbles again around her pussy. She rested her head on the side of the pool, mesmerised by the tickling. The hands found her anus, then her pussy, caressing slowly as they made their way up her stomach, followed by her arms until Lauren realised the Emma was swimming through her legs, kissing her body as she pressed hard against her, surfacing slowly.

Lauren gladly allowed Emma's thigh to press once again between her legs and pulled her closer, bending down slightly to kiss her forehead. They stared at each other before Emma raised her lips up. Her eyelids fluttered closed and her lips parted in expectation of the kiss that followed. Lauren felt her legs pressing hard against her pussy and twisted slightly to ensure that any escape would be difficult. Her right hand caressed her back, down to her tight buttocks and around up to her breast. Her nipples was hard, taut against the palm of her hand, yielding slightly to her touch. She felt Emma returning the compliment, tweaking her nipple and cupping her firm breasts in her hands as their kisses grew from the gentlest of embraces to warm, loving encounters that brought Lauren out in goosebumps.

Emma gripped Lauren tightly and wrapped her legs around her waist, leaning back against the side of the pool and hanging on with her hands behind her head. Lauren took the initiative, pulling Emma's buttocks almost out of the water before pushing her legs over her shoulders and burying her head between the young girl's legs. Her thighs gripped tighter and tighter around her neck until Lauren was concerned. She pushed her away and slid back into the water, licking her lips with delight at her mastery of the pool and her taste of Emma's arousal.

"We should go in, we'll need to get some sleep soon." said Lauren, bobbing up and down on tip toes, unconsciously offering her breasts. "It must be five o'clock already."

"Can I stay with you? It's only for a few hours?"

"Oh, Emma, how can we? Your brother's there!"

"He sleeps like a log, you know that. And anyway, he got to bed late, he'll be asleep until midday."

Lauren looked at her, hair matted against the side of her face, breasts twinkling in the early morning light. Her figure, distorted by the pool, was mysterious, young and sensuous. But Lauren once again laboured over her response, recalling her concerns about fooling with the little girl, and her recent resolve to cultivate a more respectable relationship with Felix. Eventually, logic of sorts determined that since she had made love to Felix earlier in the week that she had paid her debt to depravity and was probably in credit. Cuddling up to Emma would therefore not really constitute a break from her determination.

"Let's get dry... Oh, shit, we didn't bring any towels!" said Lauren, aghast.

"So?" said Emma, shrugging. "There are plenty in my room"

"Yeah, but they're inside"

Emma turned from her and climbed the steps out of the shallow end, heading for the kitchen. "Come on, let's get something to drink!" Lauren watched her gracefully swoop down to catch her T- Shirt, her breasts catching the palest of the pink morning light as she disappeared humming through the patio doors into the kitchen. She once again felt pleasure in the girls' pubescent features, her tanned legs and buttocks, the way the water tumbled down her back and the mat of wet blonde hair that clung to her shoulders.

Lauren clambered out of the pool and grabbed her T-Shirt as well. She momentarily thought about slipping it over her head but decided against it, instead quickly touching herself between her legs to confirm the welcoming feel of her pussy. She entered the kitchen and suppressed a squeal of delight as she saw Emma squatting in front of the fridge, naked, thighs tightly together, not a care in the world. She slipped down behind her, peering into the fridge over her shoulder.