she felt she could confide in, the girl who had shared her confusing experience. Maybe Sandra could help settle things in her mind.
It was almost midnight but she felt sure that Sandra would be awake and in her stateroom. It would be somewhat embarrassing to ask the girl a battery of dumb questions, but Sandra had seemed, for all her sophistication, like a really nice girl, somebody Kit could trust.
She dressed quickly and then headed out the door. The water was rough and the waves were slamming against the side of the boat, causing it to
teeter dangerously. But Kit liked the stormy weather, particularly in her current mood. It was a challenge to her to negotiate the slippery deck.
She knocked at Sandra's door and then let herself in without waiting for a reply, assuming that the girl would be alone. Sure enough, Sandra was lying in bed reading, her hair spread out on the pillow, only a small light over her bunk. She seemed surprised but not angry at the interruption.
'Kit,' she smiled. 'Good to see you still walking. I wanted to talk to you this afternoon, but those two men didn't give me much of a chance. Come in and take a seat, if you're not too tired.'
'I couldn't sleep at all,' Kit admitted. 'It's not the weather, it's just… well, I felt like talking to someone.'
Sandra sat up in bed, arranging her thin nightgown around her voluptuous body. Yes, she bad expected to see Kit again, but not exactly under these circumstances. But this could fit into her plans for Kit quite well, as long as she took it easy on the girl.
'I guess it was that orgy thing tint has you upset It was the first time you ever did anything like that, wasn't it?' Sandra said. 'Come on, don't be a baby about it. You're a big girl.'
'It's funny,' Kit replied. 'I don't hate myself for it or anything like that. It's just that I've always had my sex so straight and ordinary…and it all happened so hat.'
'Well, I think George and Michael had the whole thing planned in advance,' Sandra said soothingly.
'I've done it before so I guess it wasn't likely to bother me too much.'
'But, Sandra, the thing about it that's bothering me,' Kit said… I loved it! I can hardly wait to do it again!'
Sandra broke into ripples of laughter, causing her voluptuous tits to jiggle and bounce provocatively in her filmy nightgown. 'Is that all?' she laughed. 'Well, in that case, lover, come on over here and let's celebrate the new chapter in the sex education of Kit Kingston!'
She reached into her night-table drawer and pulled out the remains of the marijuana she brought with her from the mainland.
The two lovely young creatures polished off several joints in a couple of minutes and Kit had to admit that she felt, a lot better. It was warm and secure in the room, especially in the middle of the storm. Sandra was being a real friend, someone Kit could relax with.
'You would have done it sooner or later,' Sandra said. 'I mean, this is a funny time we're living in. All the old values are gone, if you know what I mean.'
'Yeah, sure,' Kit agreed. 'But, you know what I think my problem is? I feel guilty… about not feeling guilty!'
Sandra laughed again. 'Then welcome to the club, honey. Just relax and enjoy it!' Then the older girl grew serious. 'And you know, in this crazy business, a girl needs to play her cards right… with the right people to get a break.'
'Mmmmm,' Kit said. 'I'm beginning to see what you mean.' She rose
and started for the door. 'But I'm keeping you up. Maybe I ought to try to get some sleep.'
'No, stay here with me,' Sandra insisted. 'I love talking to you. Come on, lie down on the bed with me and we'll stay up all night. I haven't done that since college!'
Sandra could remember other things that had happened to her in college, too, and couldn't help but think of how much fun it would be to make it with Kit. She looked over at the younger girl, wondering if she was ready for it.
The grass was taking its full effect on Kit, making her warm and glowy, and instilling a desire for human contact. She snuggled close to the beautiful girl, tempting Sandra with her slender young body.
Sandra wrapped her arm gently around Kit's shoulders and drew the girl close to her.
Kit welcomed the animal warmth she was sharing with Sandra. The older girl had straightened her out a lot already, had shown her that she had done nothing wrong. It was nice to close her eyes and relax in Sandra's embrace, feeling the grass getting her more and more stoned.
Now Sandra was kissing her on the cheek in a sisterly manner, calming her all the more. It felt right to have those warm lips pressed against her checks and neck. She was almost asleep now but fully awake on another level, waiting for something to happen.
Sandra sensed that her triumph was virtually in the bag. The girl could not possibly resist her now. Kit wanted it as badly as she did, but Sandra
would have, to take the initiative, show the girl what to do. What looked like a formerly dull night was about to turn into something extra ordinary.
Sandra decided that the moment of truth had come. Kit was pressed up against her now and the girl could not be resisted much longer. She had to take her now.
Sandra bent don and kissed her full on the lips, delighted at the speed of Kit's passionate reaction. Rather than resist her, the girl had opened her mouth wide, sucking Sandra's tongue in without hesitation.
Sandra's hand reached down into the low neckline of Kit's blouse, feeling the luscious, ripe tits spring to life under her ministrations. She quickly unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her head lowered to Kit's tits, kissing the soft globes, running her tongue back and forth over the smooth pink nipples. She was being gentle with Kit now, but that would change in short order. As soon as she had won the girl's confidence, the real fun would begin for both of them.
Kit lay back on the soft mattress and reached out to turn the light off. She wanted Sandra now, could no longer fool herself about that. She looked back and saw the soft moonlight playing across the older girl's creamy white skin as Sandra untied the knot holding her peignoir and let the silky gown glide across her shoulders to the floor.
A gasp escaped Kit's throat as her eyes riveted on the mammoth tits leaping into view, their nipples hard and distended. Sandra reach down and cupped one in each hand, pressing them together into two cones, almost begging for Kit to lick them, to suck them.
'You like?' Sandra whispered.
'I like,' Kit murmured.
'Then, come here.'
The two luscious females lacked in a passionate embrace, their mouths fastening onto each other, their hands roaming up and down each other's soft, yielding bodies.
Sandra's hand was moving its way slowly down to Kit's fur-covered cunt, lingering at her hips and midsection, caressing and kneading the tender flesh. The girl was moaning softly, spreading her thighs farther apart to let the other girl have easier access to her velvet twat.
Now Sandra's hand was closing around Kit's soft muff, her fingers entangled in the curly hair. She continued to stroke the warm cunt-mound, and then eased the tip of her finger into the gash. It was warm and wet.
A surge of electricity passed through Kit's body as she felt Sandra's thumb rubbing against her clitoris. She was being turned on all right, but it was different from doing it with a man. Sandra was so sympathetic and gentle that she felt like she was making love on a cloud.
Sandra worked her finger into the moist opening of Kit's labes and played with the little clit with a woman's warm and gentle touch, driving Kit wild with desire. Kit spread her legs a little wider, making it easy for her lover to get at her fragrant fuck-box.
Sandra knew that she had the battle won. Her passionate friend was rolling in her arms now, pressing her tits against Sandra's body, wanting to go all the way. Now she could force her finger all the way into the girl's cunt. There wasn't a chance in the world that Kit would resist her appeal.
She worked her finger in an inch at a time and then the girl was hers, moaning with lust and asking her to continue. Soon she would be begging to have her pussy eaten out.
