The diving that day at the Palancar reef had been spectacular. Beth and Lana were dive buddies and had found a sea turtle to photograph and swim with. Exquisite. As the dive boat docked, they collected their gear and dragged it to Beth’s room. On the door was a note “Limited Hot Water Today”. Their eyes met and both giggled.
“Well, buddy, hot or cold water” Rachael said.
“We’re both girls. What’s the problem? Let’s just shower together so we get this salt off. You scrub my back, I’ll scrub yours.” More giggles.
Rachael blushed. She had very limited contact with naked people, though as a diver she had seen brief glimpses of various body parts as people changed into shore clothes aboard the dive boats.
Lana went through the door, dropped her gear to be cleaned later and pulled Rachael into the bathroom. They stripped, Lana knelt to help Rachael to pull her wet bathing suit down and found herself staring into a naked, shaved pussy with hidden lips beginning to swell and distend.
“You are so beautiful,” she said quietly, her eyes filling with passion. Looking into Rachael’s fearful eyes, she stood and said, “let’s get the salt and sand off.”
They held hands as they entered the shower and turned on the water. The sign had lied. There was NO hot water and after shrieking at the cold water, they quickly soaped and rinsed away the grime, sand and sale. They grabbed towels and hastily retreated to the bedroom.
Rachael still shivered from the cold shower, a wet towel wrapped around her small frame. Lana approached her, dropped her towel to the tiled floor and pulled the wet towel away from Rachael’s body. Lana pulled Rachael to the bed and pushed her down on the bed. Lana laid beside her pressing her naked body against the shaking teenager.
“Old lifesaving trick. Sharing body warmth.” Lana smirked.
Rachael began to warm. Then a new, strange sensation began to grow inside her. She could feel Lana’s breath against her ear. Her small nipples hardened and her pussy began to swell. She pulled her head back to look at Lana, her smoldering brown eyes searching Lana’s sparkling blue. Only Lana’s eyes were no longer playful blue. They clouded with lust.
Lana’s hand went to the back of Rachael’s head and gently pulled Rachael’s lips to hers. The kiss started gently. Then Lana parted hers and she ran her pointed tongue across Rachael’s lips. An invitation. Rachael’s lips parted and her own delicate tongue reached for Lana’s. The kiss continued to escalate as their tongues danced a dance of lust.
Lana’s hand dropped to Rachael’s breast and to her nipple, now painfully hard. Such gentleness. Rachael pushed her breast into Lana’s hand and copied the move. Lana’s nipples were very long, almost an inch from her aureoles that were themselves puffed out from her breast. Briefly Rachael wondered if they were a deformity, but then passion overwhelmed all conscious thought.
Lana pushed her onto her back and began kissing and licking down Rachael’s body. When she got to her breasts, she licked around each nipple before suddenly sucking hard. Each time, Rachael squealed with delight. Her breathing became ragged, her hands in Lana’s wet hair.
Lana looked into those expressive brown eyes and smiled at the pleasure they registered.
As she left Rachael’s breasts, her right hand descended to the smooth labia. She gently ran a finger along the thin gash, carefully avoiding the hood that covered Rachael’s clit. Rachael instinctively opened her legs. Her hands now gripping the bedspread as her passion grew.
Lana rose from the bed just as her kisses reached just above Rachael’s mound. She scooted to the bottom of the bed, between Rachael’s spread legs.
“Please,” Rachael wailed, not knowing what she needed.
Lana smiled knowingly. She lifted Rachael’s legs to her shoulders and lowered her mouth to the magical mound. Lana pushed Rachael’s legs to her breasts, gaining access to her crinkled starfish.
Her pointed tongue began to caress Rachael’s asshole. The nerve ending went crazy. Lana knew that there were more nerves there than in Rachael’s clit. Lana felt the trembling in her folded legs and slowly moved to Rachael’s slit, her tongue slowly parting her inner lips. She came closer and closer to her clit, now peeking shyly from its protective hood. With her left hand, Lana parted the lips wider, allowing her complete access to the virgin pussy. She eagerly lapped at the pink inside of the lips and darted her tongue deep into the girls tunnel.
With her left hand, she began to caress Rachael’s asshole. Readying her for the finale. Leaking juice covered her hand. Lana used it to lubricate the hole, preparing it for violation.
She could tell that Rachael was about to orgasm. Lana licked the inner walls, ending just below her clit, pausing for a second. She suddenly put her lips around Rachael’s clit and sucked hard, quickly flicking her tongue over it as she simultaneously inserted her middle finger in Rachael’s ass.
Rachael burst into an incoherent scream of delight. Nerve endings fired in random patterns, her legs clasped around Lana’s head, locking her mouth on the dripping pussy.
They stayed lovers for nearly three years. Lana also shared her father’s bed. Though they experimented with her ass, Lana insisted nothing, not even fingers were allowed in Rachael’s pussy. Her hymen must stay intact.
Still, vibrators and butt plugs and tongue could bring incredible pleasure.
As she approached her 17th birthday, something changed between them. Previously bubbly and cheerful, Lana became withdrawn and distant. Rachael tried to understand, but Lana would not talk. Even when Rachael graduated from high school at least a year early, Lana did not seem happy. At times, Lana seemed terrified.
Her dad had taken to a new young apprentice from a prestigious college. He came from a fine family with broad connections. His name was David Weiss. He was casually Jewish, like her dad. He shared the same business ethics, that is to say no business ethics.
A few days before her birthday, her dad told her they were going to a lodge to do some skiing as a birthday present. She was thrilled. “Is Lana coming?”
“Sure.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes clouded a bit with raw lust. Rachael assumed he was lusting for Lana.
“David is coming too since I have some business he has to help me with.”
“Can he ski?”
“Don’t know, but I’ll ask.”
The trip to the lodge was strained. David and Jacob sat upfront and drove while Lana and Rachael in the second seat. It took nearly 18 hours of continuous driving, but they reached it shortly after noon on a Sunday morning. It was nearly a mile to the next house, her father explaining that he wanted some peace and quiet.
Something was wrong. Rachael could feel it.
As David and Jacob took the luggage into the isolated cabin, Lana pulled Rachael aside.
“I am so sorry…” Lana’s eyes filled with tears as she turned away and walked to the cabin.
Rachael grabbed her backpack and followed. Once inside, her world changed.
As she entered, David grabbed her arms and Jacob her legs. She screamed in fear. She twisted to scratch David but the steel in his hands held her fast. Lana jammed a funny smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. The world seemed to reel and then she descended into darkness.