Both breathing deeply, Margerie swayed as they looked at each other. Her arms hanging limply at her sides, she eased down to one knee between Fiona's legs, their eyes holding. Gradually, she slid one foot forward, and under Fiona's raised leg. She rested one hand atop Fiona's knee, and sat down, her full breasts quivering, her cunny facing Fiona's.
Fiona's fingers skimmed the soft blades of grass as she watched Margerie lift her other leg, and stretch it up over her loins and stomach. She reached up, and slid her hands along the shapely calf, and around the full thigh as Margerie's leg straightened. The curlings of their muffs brushed together, and Margerie shifted her hips forward, bringing their dewy cleaves together. Fiona's eyes closed, and she pulled the long leg against her, her arms embracing it as she pressed her lips to the trim ankle. Her body arching, she thrust her hips downward as she pulled Margerie's up via her hold on her leg.
Margerie's lips pressed out against Fiona's, the moist heat of their hives joined. Her hand gripped Fiona's raised knee, the leg beside Fiona pulling in against the girl's side. The leg beside her ass tightened, and Fiona slid her foot and calf behind Margerie's fanny, drawing her even closer, her raised knee lowering as she pressed her thigh to Margerie's hip, the top of her cunny pressing closer to the top of Margerie's.
Margerie's hands dropped to the ground, and she gripped the grass, blades tearing away as she groaned, her torso arching as her head went back, and the cleft nubs of her nipples stood out hard, her tits drawn taut against her chest, her stomach tightening. Fiona's eyes closed, her head pressing back against the grass, her upper arms pushing her tits in against the leg she held tightly between them.
The heels of her hands pressing against the grass, Margerie's hands slid, and her arms stretched out as she dropped onto her back. Her left leg held to Fiona, she turned her right calf out from the girl's side, her foot digging into the ground as she thrust and turned against Fiona. The girl's calf pulled hard against the tops of her ass cheeks, shifting against the tensed small of her back, the knee of the leg over hers raised, the foot pulling against the ground. Their hips lifted as their! spread cunt lips slid together, the sleek wetness burning as their depths contracted and expanded with billowings of orgasmic heat.
The full moon to the north, its light illuminated the writhings of their naked bodies, but above them were summer rain clouds blowing in low from the sea. Light drops of warm rain began to fall upon them, their flesh warmer. Margerie's mouth opened, she stretched her tongue out to the moisture. They groaned, their pearls pulsing wildly as their splays slid wetly together. Raindrops splattered against their uplifted tits, stinging their burning nipples, and danced over their bellies, soaking their muffs and touching at the tops of their opened furrows.
Their bodies slid against the dampened grass, the moonlight gleaming from their rain-bathed flesh. Their hair clung in ringlets to their temples, their faces moving from side to side as they groaned with joy. Their hips shook together, their cunnies spasming together. The rain clung in moonlit beads, and slid in wavering rivulets over their flushed bodies.
Their hips rocked from side to side, their slits fused by carnal heat, their shoulders and arms sliding against the ground. They moaned from deep in their chests, their wet tits rising and falling, nipples standing out hard. They cried out, their hips turning to face the sides, the thrusts and twists becoming frenzied as their clits flashed with orgasms, their depths imploding and exploding.
Their bodies tensed, their fingers digging into the ground, their feet twisting into it, and their hips vibrated together around the focal point of their splays. They sobbed with the raptures seizing them, and their feet slid out, their legs flailing as their wet bodies slipped and slid against one another's. They turned from their waists, grabbing out at the grass for anchorage as they were swept up in the tidal pull of their culmination, and their moans gradually ebbed as they eased back from the peak of their climax.
The rain lessening, the drops cooled their fevered flesh as they lay limply together, their spread legs overlapped, and the drops fell against their hot cunt lips, sending tremors through the still quivering furls. The rain stopped, and they stared up through pleasure blurred eyes as the clouds moved past, drawing away like a curtain from the star strewn sky.
Fiona pushed weakly up onto one elbow, her other hand stretching out, and they both murmured as their slits shifted together. Fiona pulled herself around alongside Margerie, and she dropped into her arms. Their eyes closing, their breasts shifting wetly against each other's as they embraced, both smiling with contentment.
After watching Margerie and Fiona move toward the woods, Paula had looked into Margerie's room, finding it empty. From there she had gone to the pool, to the rec rooms, and to the beach. With a puzzled look of irritation, she had returned to the girl's room, and had smiled when bid to enter after knocking.
Krisi, Margerie's roommate, had just undressed, and she was about to get into bed. She looked toward the door, and her surprise was apparent to Paula, who smiled.
'I, uh, came by to see Margerie,' Paula said, as if feeling awkward. 'I wanted to apologize about this afternoon. Did she…?'
'Tell me about you getting in a hassle? Yeah,' Krisi nodded, oblivious of her nudity. Paula was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt. 'I heard Miss Charleston had you go to her office,' she said, turning to a wall mirror and leaning on the chest of drawers below it, the pert, rounded cheeks of her ass arched back.
'Yeah,' Paula said, fighting back the urge to react to the girl's disinterested attitude. 'I – I told her I expected a spanking, but… well, she talked to me, and I decided she was right about making friends, and all,' she said, and Krisi turned around to look at her for a moment before speaking.
'Yeah, a chip on your shoulder doesn't do anything for anybody,' Krisi said, and she sat down cross-legged on a chair, lifting her arms as she pushed her sable-colored hair up, and the light, blossoming rises of her tits lifted, pinkish-tan nubs topping the bands of her areolas. Her dark-brown plume rose from between her spread thighs, and fanned out to either side above her slit like the tail of an exotic fish.
'Well, anyway, I was thinking you and I might talk, go for a walk. You wouldn't… want to, would you?' she asked with an uncertain expression. 'I mean, I'd like to talk with someone, and…'
'Sure, okay,' Krisi nodded after a moment's thought, and she stood up.
The girl's back to her, Paula smiled. Krisi slipped into a green tank top, and took a pair of high-cut bikini panties from the chest of drawers. She lifted one rounded thigh and then the other as she stepped into the panties, and she drew them up around her hips, which followed the flow of her slender torso, angling back and down. She put on a pair of light green khaki slacks that fit loosely, and a pair of canvas shoes. Paula hid her impatience.
'So, where do you want to go walking?' Krisi said, moving toward the door.
'Oh,' Paula said casually, 'why not out toward the woods?'
'Sounds good.' Krisi nodded, and they moved down the hallway toward the stairs, Paula barely able to contain herself.
Len Eldridge's grandfather was the groundkeeper for the school. His curiosity long whetted, the boy had finally gotten his courage up, and slipped over the fence. However, he had been disappointed. The moonlit figures on the beach had been barely perceptible from the cliff, the courtyard pool had been blocked from the outside, and he had only caught glimpses of girls at their windows. Deciding that he might have better luck another time, he had started back toward the fence, cutting through the woods. At that point, he had come to an abrupt halt, seeing Margerie and Fiona undressing one another.
He had knelt down, concealed by brush and shadows as he watched them make love. He had opened his belt and the snap of his jeans, pushing his hand down into his pants to clutch the throbbing hardness of his burning rod.
The rain clouds having passed, he had watched the beautiful girls kiss and caress one another. Hearing something, he looked to the side, and saw two other girls approaching the clearing where the lovers were. He smiled, wondering if they too would make love, perhaps with the first two.
Krisi had accepted the banal conversation about the school and the weather as being due to Paula's nervousness, and to her lack of conversation since she had been at the school. Moving through the trees, she frowned, thinking she saw something ahead of them in the clearing. Seeing that it was Fiona and her roommate, she slowed, and came to a stop, the two naked girls unaware of her and Paula's presence.
Chapter 7
