'Sure, I know what you mean. Don't worry about it. You have a beautiful tan, Trish. I can't stand the way I look next to you. I feel like Snow White!'
'Well, then, join the club!' Trish coaxed. She said no more then but lay on her stomach with her face turned away, giving Davie a chance to decide on her own what to do. She smiled to herself when she heard the sounds of a bikini being removed. She had to walk on glass, now. Every word, every gesture had to be positioned just right.
It wasn't long before she stretched out a languid arm and reached into her tote bag, fumbling for something inside. She soon produced a large bottle of sun tan oil in an amber bottle. It had a French label. 'Here,' she said, reaching behind her back, 'use this stuff. It's the best I've ever tried. It's got a tanning booster in it too, to turn you a golden brown.'
Davie took the bottle. 'Don't you want to put some on, Trish?'
'After you, honey,' the stewardess offered.
'I'll put it on your back, if you'd like me to,' Davie said innocently.
'Hey, that would be great.' She still hadn't turned around to look at the young girl's naked body. She didn't dare just yet.
The teenager poured some of the liquid into her hand and placed it on the blonde woman's warm back. As she rubbed it around the expanse of flesh, she noticed her older friend beginning to squirm slightly on the beach towel. 'Don't be afraid to use it generously, honey,' the woman told her. 'This island sun can be brutal, even in December.'
Davie administered more of tile pleasant liquid to her friend's flesh, which glistened with it under the sun's glare. Finally, Trish asked her to stop.
'That's perfect. Thanks, honey. Now I'll do yours.'
She rose up and turned on her elbow before Davie had a chance to lie down on her stomach. The young girl was somewhat embarrassed to see her older friend looking at her naked body – though she had certainly been naked with some of her friends at school. Perhaps the memory those occasions gave her more reason for embarrassment.
Quickly, Davie rolled over on her tummy, but not before her oversexed companion had taken in her ripe, luscious breasts with the small, pert nipples, and the soft pubic nest that marked the seat of her womanhood. Controlling herself for the next several hours would he as great a challenge as she faced in a long, long time.
Davie's skin was baby soft, and she had no excess fat anywhere, nor any blemishes. Trish began the application of sun tan oil in a detached, professional manner. But it wasn't long before her stroking became more studied and she was caressing the girl's flesh with her hand. If Davie noticed, she didn't react noticeably. She passively allowed the blonde to apply it on her long, well-shaped legs, and to the backs of her outstretched arms. Trish kneeled beside her and lightly pressed her bent leg next to Davie's body. The stewardess was afraid to breathe, lest her breathlessness give her away. Neither of them said much. Finally, she gave Davie a playful whack on the rump – wishing instead that she was kissing it with her lips and reaching between the ripe ass cheeks with her finger – and said, 'You're all set, except for the front. I think you can get that yourself.' She waited while Davie turned over, glancing quickly again at her beautiful young breasts. Then she handed her the bottle, accompanying the gesture with a warm smile, and got up.
Later, she pulled a couple of magazines out of the straw bag and handed one of them to Davie; the fashion magazine. Trish thumbed idly through the VIVA copy, knowing that the sexy photographs of naked men and women would arouse the teen's curiosity. It wasn't curiosity that was aroused in Trish – it was her cunt. Lying in the hot sun, reading the frank confessions from readers and the bold, permissive captions under the glossy photographs of good looking naked studs and their girlfriends, Trish found it impossible not to squeeze her thighs together so that the lips of her pussy created a satisfying friction on her throbbing, distended clit. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Davie stealing furtive glances at the sexy spreads as she pretended to be engrossed in photographs of stilted mannequins posing in high fashion getups that were much too sophisticated for her age group.
'Well… I'll be darned!' she said suddenly, as she turned to the feature spread. 'He's a dead ringer for Randy!'
Davie leaned over with great interest. 'Let me see,' she demanded.
Trish started to show the young girl, then withdrew the magazine, pretending concern. 'No, I really shouldn't show it to you. This rag is not the sort of thing for innocent young eyes like yours, Davie.'
'Don't be silly. I've read VIVA lots of times. There's always an issue or two stashed in somebody's locker at school,' she insisted. 'I'm not a little girl, you know.'
Trish looked at her warily. 'Of course you're not, Davie. I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought that it might not be the proper thing to do… to show you. These photos leave nothing to the imagination,' she said, giving Davie a warm and knowing smile.
'Why do you think the kids at school buy them!'
Both females laughed then as Trish opened the magazine again to the sexy shots. There was a photograph of a good looking young blonde man straddling a full breasted oriental girl with shimmering black hair down to her waist. He was feeding her grapes, and she had her tongue outstretched and her back arched in a most provocative way as he tantalized her with the dewy fruit. It was sexy as hell. The man's muscles were highlighted and his hard buttocks glistened like the hindquarters of a stallion.
'Isn't that amazing – if I didn't know better, I'd swear it was Randy!' Trish enthused. 'You saw him at the air field yesterday. Don't you think my brother looks like this guy?'
'I didn't get a real good look, but I can see the resemblance,' Davie agreed, studying the photograph carefully. She was stirred by the prurient picture. It set her imagination to work, which was the intention of the editors – as well as the crafty blonde lying next to her.
'Randy is a beautiful boy, even if he is my brother,' Trish went on. 'Perfect build. He's a very physical kind of guy. Always doing something athletic. He was a star on the game field at school.' (And he's a star in the bedroom, too, she felt like saying… as you'll soon find out, my sweet young lamb!)
Trish flipped the page. More shots of the handsome young man and his Oriental chick. He was very well hung; a beautiful set of equipment. God, he really did look like Randy… right down to his cock and balls. Trish wanted to lick the page. She wanted to suck her brother's cock again. And she wanted to suck Davie Knight's beautiful pussy!
The sexy photographs were having the desired effect on the impressionable teenager. She felt a forbidden stirring of desire in her own loins as she devoured the blatant poses of the couple in various acts of pretend lovemaking. She had never been with a boy before – Mother had seen to that; though there were some close calls a couple of times. French kissing and feeling a boy's hand on her covered breast. But there had never been the right circumstances where she had the privacy and the freedom to 'go all the way'. Still, she had gotten very excited during those harmless encounters, feeling an embarrassing wetness in her panties and something in her vagina that made her want to have a boy's thing inside. Several of her girlfriends were no longer virgins, and she had gotten an earful about some of their sessions with boys. It had excited her very much. But she also felt afraid.
Her thoughts turned to her father. What is he like with a woman, she wondered. She substituted her father for the man in the photograph momentarily, but her thoughts produced a feeling of guilt and anxiety in her callow mind, and she quickly blanked them out.
Suddenly Trish asked her a question she didn't expect, 'Have you ever made love, Davie?'
The young girl's face grew crimson and she hung her head. 'No, I've never been with a guy,' she answered quietly. Not with a guy! her guilty thoughts reminded her. Only with other females!
'You're kind of young, I guess,' said Trish. 'No rush… although I was about your age – maybe a year younger – when I did it the first time. I never realized anything could be so beautiful…'
'Was it really, Trish?' Davie asked eagerly. She was dying to hear more. Desire for forbidden fruit was building rapidly in her young body.
'Oh yes! So beautiful. Naturally, I was scared to death at first. But I was lucky… he was a few years older; about 19 or 20, I think. He'd already had a lot of experience, so he knew what I was going through in my head. He was very gentle.'
'Didn't it hurt, Trish?' Davie inquired intently.
