Lauren Gisal II In South AmericaChapter 6
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Emma grew worse by the hour. She excused herself at about five o'clock, making for the warmth of their bedroom. Lauren looked in on her every couple of hours, noting that she slept continually, hardly moving from one visit to the next. Jamie went to bed at about eleven o'clock, leaving Lauren and Maria down in the lounge, chatting. Lauren was amused at how he had changed that day. Instead of being shy and awkward around both herself and Maria, he was confident, almost cocky, and Lauren felt sure that he dearly wanted to kiss Maria goodnight as he slowly made his exit.
"I'm going to take a look at Emma in a minute. I'm a bit worried about her, she seems to have got worse so quickly" said Lauren, rolling onto her back, facing Maria.
"Hmm, perhaps it's a twenty-four hour virus?" suggested Maria, stretching noisily. "Tell you what, let's both take a look. If she's bad, I'll call a doctor in the morning, OK?"
Emma was again motionless, asleep. Still breathing of course, slowly. The girls sat on her bed, watching her for several minutes, listening to her stuffed up nose and the wheezing in her chest.
"I've got an idea. You watch her for the first three hours, then I'll take over, and so on. Just in case" said Maria, beckoning her towards the door. They discussed arrangements, Lauren confirming that she would stay up until two, and then Maria would take over. Lauren went back to her own bed and doctored the light so that she could read without waking Emma. She quickly washed her knickers and hung them above the toilet to dry before changing into yet another dreadful army shirt. She then settled down to three hours of utter boredom. Only once during that time did Emma even stir, shuffling slightly, coughing once or twice before going back to sleep.
Lauren heard Maria's alarm going off, pleased that her turn would end but unsure where she was going to get any sleep. Five minutes later, the door opened silently, and Maria shimmered in. Her pyjamas shone in the feint light, drawing Lauren's attention to the firm shape of her breasts and the mystery below.
"How is she?" whispered Maria, sitting on Lauren's bed.
"Quiet. Hasn't moved much at all." They both stared at the girl as she lay there, mouth open, wheezing. "Hey, I like your pyjamas, where did you get them?"
"Someone gave them to me for my birthday. Nice, eh?"
Lauren felt her arm and the silkiness of the material. Their eyes met in appreciation, Lauren's pussy warming very slightly as she regarded the beauty of the girl on her bed. Such was the stuff of dreams and fantasies, she thought. Maria rose and went across to Emma, bending down in the dim light to examine her.
"Lauren, she's very sweaty, you know."
"Really?" Lauren felt stupid, having sat there for three hours without really even thinking of closely checking her, believing that it was simply a cold that would go away. She threw the bedclothes aside and peered over Maria's shoulder. Beads of perspiration shone on her forehead, her hair matted and flattened.
"I'll get a flannel and some water, wait there." said Maria, leaving. Lauren perched on the side of Emma's bed, watching her silently. Gently, she touched her head, feeling the heat of her fever and coolness of the sweat against her fingertips. Her cheeks were cool, not the soft smoothness of the young teenager that she knew. Lauren brushed the hair from her face, arranging it over the pillow.
"Let's just get her clean. She seems to be out cold, doesn't she?" asked Maria, placing the bowl on Lauren's bed. Lauren had no response, and watched as Maria wrung out the water from the flannel and wiped Emma's face and neck. "Pull down the covers, please"
"What?" whispered Lauren.
"Covers. I'll wash her chest and under her arms. Or do you want to do it?" asked Maria, handing her the flannel. Lauren shrugged, supposing that it was in Emma's best interest. She nodded and waited as Maria slowly pulled the covers down from Emma's neck and revealed her shirt. Lauren could see that it was soaked, stuck to her body in every possible place, outlining her breasts and her thin form. She handed the flannel to Maria and undid each button in turn, peeling the material off her body, delighted as her breasts were exposed. 'God, those have been between my lips!' she thought, her pussy stirring as she recalled several hot nights in her bedroom and with the little visitor.
She leaned down and gently cleaned her, running the warm flannel down from her armpits to her hips, then back up over the tiny mounds of her breasts her neck, then down again. Lauren breathed deeply, watching the tiny nipples as they bowed to the flannel and sprang back up as it passed. She sensed that Maria was also aroused by the sight, shifting slightly next to her, allowing her thigh to touch the back of her leg. Lauren glanced at her.
"Yeah, might as well." said Maria, answering the implied question. "Here, I'll wash and you open her shirt right up." Lauren fumbled with the remaining two or three buttons, feeling the wisps of Emma's pubic hair on the back of her hands. The heat from her was tremendous, and Lauren was concerned both by her state and by the fact that she had sat there without being aware of her condition. Lauren glanced back to her face, pleased to see that she was still asleep. Her little breasts looked so inviting, firm and responsive, proud above her little girl figure, the beginnings of a woman's shape and the tight 'Y' where her legs hid her pussy. Lauren parted the tail of the shirt, laying it carefully on the sheets.
"Oh my!" said Maria, her silky thigh brushing against Lauren. "What a beauty she is!"
Lauren smiled sheepishly, unsure whether she should agree or ask her to stop. After all, she was supposed to be looking after her and was absolutely sure what Maria wanted to do. She continued to watch as Maria brushed the flannel over her stomach, down her legs to her feet, then back up, further inside her thighs. She washed her slowly, taking every opportunity to rinse the flannel and start again, gently edging her thighs apart until there was at least six inches between them. Maria washed her carefully, running the flannel along her lips, down towards her anus and back again.
"Lauren, she's so lovely! Don't you think, my dear?" Maria touched Lauren's thigh, fingers gliding over the backs of her legs, seeking her bottom, learning of the lack of knickers. She exhaled, long enough for Maria to hear, loud enough for her to get the message. The hand traveled up further, resting on her hip momentarily before continuing in search of her nipple. Maria dropped the flannel and pulled Lauren over to her own bed, pushing her hand back up to where it had been, at the base of her breast.
Lauren was intoxicated by the moment, delighted that whether their relationship was a one-night stand or something more meaningful was going to be answered. The wantonness of their loving, in the same room as a naked teenager who they had just stripped and washed. The thought of Maria's pussy and just lying naked next to her drove her into action. Sitting up, she ripped her shirt off her body and pulled Maria's face towards her with both hands, planting a kiss hard on her lips. With a muffled groan from Maria, she quickly flicked the buttons of her pyjamas, pulling the top roughly from her within a matter of seconds. Maria breathed heavily as she pulled Lauren, now quite naked, towards her, rewarding them both as their breasts mashed against each other, the warmth of their flesh reassuring, homely as their passion, and need for release, increased.
Lauren swung off the bed, pulling Maria with her so that her feet dangled over the side. She stood between her legs, leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth, gratified as Maria grasped her head between her hands and pulled her closer. Their breasts brushed together again, nipples now hardened as Lauren shuffled back onto the bed and straddled the older girl. Lauren was utterly determined to reward Maria as she rubbed her pussy up over her stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of the girl as she clasped her thighs tightly against her ribs. Maria clutched her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples in circles, arousing, teasing. She fell down onto her, nibbling at her ears, neck and finding her lips again with her tongue. Without waiting for even a moan of pleasure, she slid down, gripping her tightly between her legs. Pausing only briefly to kiss her nipples, Lauren slid over her stomach and found what she really wanted - the button to her pyjamas.
Without any hurry at all, she pushed her tongue underneath the elastic waistband, stretching it as she ventured further down, straining against the resistance as she neared her pubic hair. She brought her hand round over her thighs and underneath her bottom, caressing her pussy firmly, delighted to feel the dampness through the exquisite silk.
With a flick of her thumb and forefinger, she undid the single button, pleased with the new view as the pyjamas parted, revealing the beginning of her dark curly hair. Still taking her time, Lauren slid her hands around the girl's hips, pulling the pyjamas down slightly, allowing her more room to tease with her tongue. Maria slid upwards further onto the bed, deliberately bringing her hot mound into view. Obligingly, Lauren concentrated on the very top of her slit, the wonderful indentation where the flatness of her stomach and the edge of her trimmed pubic hair gave way to the promise of her labia and the delights beyond. Her tongue pushed down into the darkness, feeling the tickling of the hair, the warmth of the skin and the scent of readiness. She laid her head above her pubic hair, resting her cheek on the silky smoothness of her stomach, and proceeded to simply lick along the length of her labia, using her hands to caress Maria's thighs. Occasionally, she pushed the pyjamas down further, allowing the older girl to part her legs and invite Lauren deeper into her lair.
Emma turned on her bed. The girls stopped, Maria sitting up and leaning on her elbows while Lauren still gripped her thighs and buttocks. Deciding that Emma was simply dreaming, Maria touched Lauren's hair, signaling the all-clear. Smiling back at her, Lauren pulled her pyjamas down to her ankles and off her feet. Then, with a wicked smile, she trailed them over Maria's legs, up between her thighs and over her breasts. Maria continued to prop herself up, but spread her legs wide open as she leaned back, eyes closed, groaning quietly to herself. Lauren knelt, pushing her hands under the girl's buttocks, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. In the dim light she could see little of the colour of the girl's sex, but all the wondrous folds of skin, the tiny hood above the clitoris and the shiny center of her sex were quite visible, and responded to Lauren's tongue with internal twitches and groans that Lauren found so rewarding.
Beginning a steady rhythm, she licked slowly up one side of her labia, pecking the lip between her own, then over her clitoris, very gently, before descending along the other lip. Occasionally, she would delve into her vagina, sampling the heady juices and cauldron of warmth before repeating her movements. The muffled sounds and shakes coming from Maria confirmed that he was doing well, and Lauren shifted her hands after a couple of minutes so that her thumbs were placed either side of the girl's anus.
"Oh yes, Lori, that's great!" moaned Maria, her elbows giving way as she flopped back onto the bed. "Yes, deeper, get your tongue right inside me!" Lauren teased her clitoris one more time before pushing her tongue deep inside the girl. Her nose rubbed beautifully over her clitoris as her whole face became sticky with their love. She could feel the hot walls of the girl's vagina against her tongue, squeezing as she hit a sensitive spot, pulsating with the tight sphincter as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, Maria came, clasping her legs together, trapping Lauren as her bottom rose off the bed and her back arched, groans filling the room. Shaking, hips turning, Maria slowly fell back to earth with her young lover still in place. Lauren pulled out from the vice-like grip, squeezed her legs together and joined her on the bed, caressing her, hugging as she recognised the symptoms of the orgasm and the wonderful float back to earth.
They laid arm in arm, caressing for many minutes until Lauren slid our from under Maria's arms and sat down on Emma's bed. She felt her forehead, and although she had always scoffed at the idea of being able to tell if someone was sick from simply feeling their forehead, she knew that Emma was feverish, burning.
"It's probably best just to let the fever take it's course. Not much we can do anyway, except keep her comfortable." said Maria, joining her.
"Yeah. She looks peaceful enough, though, doesn't she?"
"She looks lovely! I suppose we both looked like her once. So young, innocent." Maria touched Emma's feet, feeling the skin, her thin limbs. Her hand traveled higher, finding her knees. Lauren looked round at her, watching as fingers explored the little girl's thighs. "God, so smooth and soft!"
"Hey, let's finish cleaning her." whispered Lauren, more of a question than a request.
Ignoring her, Maria shifted the girl's lifeless left leg outwards and up, bending it at the knee, exposing her pussy. With the flannel in her hand, she leaned between her legs and proceeded to carefully clean her, shooing Lauren out of the light so that she could see every detail. "Oh yes, God, do I remember!" she whispered. Maria pecked at the girl's thighs, causing the tiniest of stirs within her. Then higher until, skirting her pussy, she positioned her tongue above the few hairs of her vagina.
"Come on" whispered Lauren, "You'll wake her" Maria didn't hear, or pretended not to hear. Lauren mentally kicked herself, realising yet again that she had failed to take strong action when someone invaded her territory. This was the ultimate affront. Another girl, supposedly her own lover, satisfying her cravings on the young girl she was being paid to protect. In her bedroom. Immediately after Lauren had brought her to orgasm.
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