Chapter 38

Emma squirmed. Lauren let go as she disappeared beneath the surface. Lauren watched her gracefully stroking under water, heading for the shallow end. They stepped out of the pool, Lauren following Emma across to the loungers by the patio door. The little girl's buttocks twitched as she tip-toed on the hot flagstones, and Lauren had a hard job restraining her hands as Emma bent forward to move the seat into the sun, her pussy hairless, perfect, clean and inviting. Lauren lay down, feeling the warm drips squeezing through the plastic of the seat, her bottom criss-crossed and supported by the slippery strips. As the sun baked her, she reached back, stretching and purring, drip drying alongside her young charge.

"Lori?"

"What?"

"If there's a war, are you going to stay?"

Lauren could hear her heart beating in her chest, pounding the blood around her body, fortifying her. She screwed her eyes up against the sun, feeling the powerful rays against her shoulders and the tops of her thighs. Black and red shapes danced behind her eyelids, changing slowly, out of her control. Her pussy glowed, but without pain, perhaps, she thought, because there were still some drips of water hiding. Certainly she could feel the small, warm puddle that had collected between the plastic and her buttocks.

"Of course, sweety"

"Just for me?"

"You. And Jamie. Both of you." Lauren wondered if that was true. She really thought she would stay, considered that she may even be too late to leave. She had made no arrangements about getting a ticket home, and didn't even know where the local travel agents were in town. She thought of her parents, realising that they were probably beside themselves with concern. She sympathised, but she also knew that their suffering was partially self-inflicted, her mother putting two and two together to arrive at a negative number. Like the subject of Nikki. "I promise, I want to stay."

"Good!" shouted Emma, clapping her hands together. Jamie will be really pleased. Stay there!"

"Where are you going?"

"Stay there!" she repeated, entering the kitchen. Lauren relaxed, listening to the cicadas chirping incessantly. She parted her legs slightly, determined while she was alone to allow the sun as much time as possible to eradicate her tan line. She strained her head off the seat and looked down. There was a vivid line where her bikini had been, giving a brown, red, white transition down from her stomach to her pussy. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, across her vagina and down to her anus. Warmth spread luxuriously around her fingers, the dampness of the seat cooling her flesh as she touched her thighs. A pop from inside the house solved the mystery of Emma's disappearance. Emma returned with a tray containing a bottle of white wine and two fluted crystal glasses.

"Hey, you're having only half a glass!" said Lauren, propping herself up on her elbow. She watched as Emma's looked along her body, dancing from her mouth to her breasts until finally mesmerized by her pussy. Lauren obligingly swung a leg off the lounger, parting her legs momentarily. The little waitress stood in front of her. Lauren wondered if Emma had intentionally held the tray at mid- thigh. She stared at her pussy between the bottle and the glasses, reaching slowly, entranced by the puffy lips and the youngest of hairs growing once again. She drank. They lay in silence broken only by Emma slurping her wine and the chink of glass as they refilled.

"Aren't you going to get burned?" asked Emma.

"Maybe, who cares? I've been all right so far."

"Yeah, but you should put some stuff on. Want me to do it?"

Lauren sat up and drained her glass in one swift movement. She smiled at Emma and rolled onto her stomach, facing the young girl, closing her eyes, expectantly. Emma slipped onto the flagstones and tipped a little lotion onto her fingers.

"Hey, you don't have any brastrap marks, you know." she observed as she rubbed her fingers over Lauren's shoulders. The lotion felt slippery, soothing and Lauren allowed herself a little peek at Emma, her nipples tantalisingly close. She reached out with her right hand and found her bottom, caressing it as Emma poured another dollop and massaged it over the small of her back and down along her legs. Lauren took hold of Emma's buttocks, squeezing in appreciation, feeling down to her thighs as the little girl parted her legs slightly.

Lauren raised her bottom slightly, concerned that her signals to Emma may have been missed. But her worries drifted off with the feint breeze as she felt the young fingers returning to the valley between her buttocks, tracing a slippery line down, pushing between the tight skin, over her anus. The fingers parted, taking a course either side of her vagina, tracing her labia and back around her clitoris. Again, the fingers disappeared to get more lotion, returning with their young delicacy, teasing Lauren to the point that she involuntarily squealed.

"Turn over" said Emma.

"Uh uh, I'm fine here" said Lauren, a little concerned about being naked outdoors and engaged in heavy petting with the thirteen- year-old beauty.

Emma continued her actions, circling her anus with a single finger while Lauren squirmed and groaned with increasing passion. Without thinking, Lauren succumbed to her ministrations and rolled over, her legs parting either side of the lounger so her feet rested on the ground. Emma slid down, resting her arm on Lauren's left thigh. More dribbles of lotion tickled her stomach, and deft fingers traced lines of pleasure southwards, through her pubic hair, around her clitoris and along her aroused labia. Lauren looked down, seeing the sun shining through Emma's angelic hair. She touched her lovingly, slipping a finger inside her warm mouth. Emma oiled her, taking her labia between thumb and forefinger, running along the length. She opened her legs wider, delighting in the feeling of the teenager's fingers as they neared her vagina.

"Oh, Emma! Oh my dear little girl!" said Lauren, lifting her bottom off the seat. "Stop, we must stop!"

"But, I want to do it for you!" Lauren exercised all her willpower and sat up, closing her legs. A look of astonishment shot across Emma's face. "Don't you like it?"

"Oh, Emma. Of course I do. But it's a bit, you know, public."

"Nobody's here"

"Yeah, but just in case. Later. I would love that." But the explanation didn't seem to convince Emma, who sat and watched Lauren as she lay back on the lounger. Lauren exhaled quietly, feeling the slipperiness of the suntan lotion on her pussy and between her buttocks. She thought of Nikki and her warnings, and decided that she had, after all, the inner strength to control her desires. Her thoughts continued with Switzerland, school, and her classmates that she might not see for many months. The train continued, and she slept.

Laughter woke her. She was unsure how long she had been asleep, but the warmth of the sun was just as strong, and she had a slight headache from the wine.

"Hey, you need more lotion, you'll burn." A man's voice. Lauren sat up, gazing into the sun, still half asleep.

"Jamie!" She moved to cover herself but realised that she had nothing to put on, and anyway, he must have seen everything already. She turned onto her side, draping her arm over her breasts. "Where have you been?"

"His new girlfriend!" said Emma. Lauren guessed they had both been in the pool together, naked. Their wet young bodies shone in the brilliant sun, a wet trail visible from the shower by the deep end over to the loungers.

"I didn't know you had one" said Lauren, blocking the sun with her hand. His cock was half erect, bobbing occasionally. "Where does she live?"

"The other side of Boquette. I've only seen her twice." he replied, trying to cover his penis with his hand.

"Three times! And she won't let him do it!" said Emma.

"Emma!" shouted Lauren and Jamie simultaneously. The little girl plumped down on the lounger opposite Lauren, her legs together, hair damp and matted against her face and shoulders. Jamie stood between them. Lauren couldn't determine in the blinding light whether he was embarrassed or not about exposing himself to her. One thing was certain. He had always covered himself up in her presence after showering, and this seemed to be the first time he had failed to pull a towel around him.

"Is she nice?" asked Lauren, pumping him for information.

"She works down at the Post Office." he replied.

"Yeah, she's quite pretty" offered Emma. "Guess it's magazine time, eh?" she said, giggling at her brother.

"Don't be stupid. I can wait!" he said.

"You've got magazines? Do your parents know?" asked Lauren, mildly surprised.