Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

Hours later, Lisa was awakened by feeling the bed sheet being drawn gently away from her body. She stirred, still clinging to the sweet memory of her dreams, but it was too warm in the room now and she welcomed the sensation of cool air on her flesh: stretching prettily and not realising for several minutes that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing!

Lisa opened her eyes. Standing over the bed, smiling down at her, was another girl-presumably the roommate whose clothes and various knick-knacks were strewn so carelessly about the chairs and on the floor.

“Hi! I'm Candice Badel. You must be Lisa Cunningham-welcome to Byblos!”

She was clearly an American, probably from one of the more Southern States judging by her accent. Lisa controlled an impulse to cover the nakedness of her body-fearing that the girl would immediately mark her down as a prude, a naive little virgin-but she couldn't help squeezing her thighs together, instinctively hiding her sex and leaving only the small mound of pubic bush visible to Candice's frank, unhurried appraisal.

In the short space of time before Lisa answered her greeting, the American girl's eyes had wandered leisurely over her body: finally nodding approval, as if she was well satisfied with what she saw.

“Miss Frazer asked me to rouse you,” Candice explained, sitting informally on the edge of Lisa's bed. “She wants to see you in about an hour-just for a quiet chat and afternoon tea. She's a bit prim and proper, but she doesn't interfere with us too much!”

Lisa had taken an instant liking to Candice. The girl seemed to be very poised and self-assured, a first impression that was confirmed as Candice began to tell her about the school routine, about the opportunities for fun and amusement outside school hours, about the freely available-very eager! — young Arab boys whose parents were fantastically wealthy…

“… on the surface, of course, it's a dull old place with a heavy curriculum so that our parents think we're spending all our time with our noses in text books. But that's only half the story!” Candice smiled winningly, showing a set of incredibly white teeth-like a movie star's Lisa thought a little enviously. The American girl was casually dressed for the warm climate, her arms bare and well-tanned, a nicely-filled brassiere showing through the thin cotton dress that had rucked up carelessly around her thighs. Her hair was longer than Lisa's, but tied in two pigtails: creating an effect of curious contrast-making Candice look like a very young teenager, although the fullness of her body and the sophistication of her language belied this conclusion. She was, Lisa decided, at least 19-possibly 20 years old. And her mouth surely bore more than a trace of lipstick? That alone gave Candice an added allure in Lisa's impressionable eyes: she herself had never been allowed to touch her face with any form of make-up…

As she chatted, her new friend started to untie her pigtails, slowly letting her hair fall down in beautiful, bleached-blonde tresses over her shoulders. Candice shook her head to make the hair swirl across her back, then glanced at her slim gold wristwatch.

“My goodness!” she exclaimed. “Here I am-talking away to you, and you're probably dying for a shower before you meet 'The Dragon'! Come on-.” Candice grabbed Lisa's wrist and yanked the girl forcibly up from the bed. “I'll show you how to work the thermostat…”

The next moment, Lisa found herself being propelled into a plastic-curtained shower stall; and a second later-she shuddered and tried to squirm away as icy-cold jets streamed down on her, shocking her into complete wakefulness and making her to scream shrilly!

Candice, standing in the still-open doorway, laughed helplessly.

“I'm sorry!” she spluttered. “You've just been initiated, Lisa! Everyone has to go through it, I'm afraid! You'll get over the shock in a moment-hey! No, don't! Wait-I've got all my clothes on-!”

Candice, wailing and struggling, was dragged forcibly under the shower by a determined Lisa! The girls struggled together, but it was already too late: Candice was soaked, her pretty dress plastered to her skin and her hair streaming as the icy water poured down! Frantically, she managed to reach up and turn the thermostat control-raising the temperature of the shower quickly, making the spray grow immediately warmer and bearable.

“Oh, you little bitch!” But Candice was laughing again, her brief anger vanishing as she saw the poetic justice of Lisa's attack. “Well,” she giggled, brushing her hair away from her face and unbuttoning her dress at the back. “We're both wringing wet now-why don't we save water and take a shower together?”

Lisa made room for her under the wide arc of the spray, facing Candice and tilting her face back so that the lukewarm, refreshing water splashed directly onto her closed eyelids and her cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, Candice was naked. Far from showing the least sign of inhibition, the American girl drew Lisa's attention to her body: rubbing her hands down over her nicely proportioned breasts and then lifting them out, holding the globes gently beneath her palms so that her room-mate could admire their size and their firmness.

The shower rained sharp droplets onto the tits, striking at the nipples and causing them to stiffen and grow fully erect before Lisa's eyes. Playfully, Candice moved closer until their nude, dripping bodies were almost touching. She released her own breasts, letting them wobble gently back into their relaxed but still upright thrusting position, then calmly put her hands directly on Lisa's titties!

Lisa again closed her eyes, unresisting-as if she had half-expected this advance to be made. Candice fondled her breasts firmly, using a stroking movement of her fingers that filled Lisa with a warm, quivering pleasure. Gently, she put out her own hands and slid them first onto Candice's hips and then around the girl's waist. The skin was rubbery from the moisture which trickled over it, but the girl's flesh had a softness, a yielding plumpness that Lisa found very attractive.

By unspoken consent, they moved tightly into each other's arms. Candice slipped her hands from Lisa's breasts and cuddled her, pressing her fingers into the curve of the girl's spine where Lisa's arse-cleavage began; very slowly moving them downwards into the deep divide, separating the cheeks with a persuasive caress of her hands. She then rubbed an especially inquisitive forefinger into the heart of Lisa's buttocks; making it pause when it reached the tight rear hole and then softly circling the faintly raised bump of the anus in a long, provocative wonderfully exciting massage…

Lisa strained forward against the heat of the other girl's bare body. Their breasts kissed and squashed quickly together, the nipples perking to a bright ruby hardness as they made contact. The girls' naked bellies were now breathing in and out with an impassioned, uneven rhythm-pulsing urgently as Lisa and Candice tightened their embrace, their navels locking in moist intimacy.

It wasn't very long before their lips also met: warm water streaming over their mouths as they kissed shyly at first, then with an increasing pressure that soon parted their teeth and allowed first Lisa's, and then Candice's tongue to slide forward and taste the hot saliva inside their lover's sweet-tasting mouth.

Lisa began to moan, the long weeks of enforced celibacy making her more eager than ever to experience the joys of mutual fondling and kissing. She cupped Candice's bottom in both her hands, returning the girl's caress but swiftly dipping her fingers beneath the cleft of the arse and stretching them up against the wet, slender lips of the cunt. It was hard to tell whether the slit was damp from excitement or from the shower-probably both, Lisa decided! She felt the girl gratefully widening her thighs to assist the exploration; at the same time, gradually sticking her own finger deeply into Lisa's anus…