They had arrived in the midsummer heat of the Lebanon, flying down into the dazzling sunshine and seeming to skim over the clear blue water of the Mediterranean before their BOAC jet landed them safety at Beirut international airport.
Lisa's homesickness was banished almost at once by the exotic surroundings; her nostrils inhaling the mixture of salt sea spray, scented with the pines which grew in great abundance around the perimeters of the city; her eyes widening at sights she had previously glimpsed only in travel books. Kathleen proved to be a capable guide, even though this was the first time she had set foot outside Europe. Before driving out to the school-which was situated to the north of Beirut itself, in a small town called Byblos-the Governess treated Lisa to a sight-seeing tour around the capital: hiring one of the numerous carriage-and-pairs which took tourists on a leisurely, meandering excursion through the ancient and modern quarters of Beirut, passing the main boulevard of Rue Hambra with its neon-lit shops, cinemas and restaurants; then abruptly turning into a totally different world-as if the buggy was a time machine that traversed the centuries as well as the miles! — by entering one of the narrow, intimate streets (called “souks", as Kathleen instructed Lisa) where goldsmiths, silk merchants and jewellers displayed their wares from open-fronted, tiny and over-crammed shops.
The city was truly cosmopolitan, Lisa discovered. It combined the best of the Arab and French cultures, offering to visitors the attractions of mosques, a near-perfect climate and the fascination of unpaved, dusty streets which led into the old quarter of the town-the unspoilt, primitive Beirut-together with superb restaurants and that indefinable yet unmistakable air of sophistication which the French had brought with them when they invaded the Lebanon so many years ago.
“They call it 'the Paris of the Orient',” Kathleen smiled. She was holding Lisa's hand lightly as they jogged slowly along, feeling happy that the girl looked so bright-eyed and excited; the first time she had worn such an expression since her father had discovered her with Richard in the garden. “But it's much more than just another Paris, you know,” Kathleen continued, her own heart lightened as they rode at a snail's pace through the bustle and the tangy smells of the bazaars. “There are so many things to do here-or so I'm told! And guess what? Did I mention that one of my old boy friends is living here in Beirut?”
Lisa shook her head absently. She was only paying scant attention as Kathleen rambled on: more enthralled with the novel and interesting scenery around her than in her Governess's reminiscences. She had no idea that Beirut would be like this. Lisa had imagined a dirty Mediterranean backwater-a completely primitive and commercialised Arabian resort-not the obviously sophisticated, jet-age city in which she found herself. It seemed to open new vistas in her mind, awakening her to possibilities for excitement which had never occurred to Lisa before. Her cloistered, claustrophobic life had concealed such romantic urges; but now she was beginning to realise that her suffocating intimacy with Richard had prevented her from so many wonderful experiences…
“I found out by accident just a few days before we left,” Kathleen was chattering gaily. “During my final interview at the British Council, someone who had just returned from Beirut happened to mention a man named Louis Chabrol. Imagine! I knew him years ago… Well,” she corrected herself hastily. “Some time ago, anyway! Apparently, he's become quite a notorious figure in the city: he owns one of the biggest night-clubs here-and he's also earned a rather scandalous reputation. I can't wait to learn all the details at first hand!
“Of course…” Kathleen patted Lisa's bare knee affectionately, reassuringly. The girl was wearing a thin, print dress which was as close to a “mini” as respectability would permit. “… I wouldn't dream of keeping you a prisoner in the school-you did realise that, didn't you, darling? We'll be able to slip away as often as we like: every weekend if that's what you want! After all, Byblos is only twenty-odd miles from Beirut.” She squeezed Lisa's knee with a meaningful pressure of her hand. “And even if Louis doesn't remember me, we won't have any difficulty in finding new friends to show us around…”
In her enthusiasm, Kathleen Wynter had unfortunately overlooked one vital factor: the disparity in their ages!
She had forgotten that Lisa was only 17, while Kathleen herself belonged to a different generation-even though her 34 years rested so lightly upon her beautiful shoulders. And it didn't occur to the Governess, as she prattled on about the wonderful times they would share together, that the girl might be more attracted to members of her own age group now that she had gained her freedom…
After lunching at Ajami-one of the most famous restaurants in Beirut, at a table which overlooked Saint George's Bay-Kathleen telephoned the airport and requested their chauffeur to pick them up. It was time to begin the drive to Byblos, and although Lisa was feeling rather sleepy (her senses befuddled by the consumption of several glasses of Arak, the Lebanese national drink, made from grape alcohol and anis, and the unfamiliar rich food), she enjoyed the breathtaking scenery as the air-conditioned limousine climbed steadily up the coast road towards her future home.
The sparkling blue bays were soon stretched out below them like a series of miniature lagoons; dotted among the shore and glistening with breathtaking beauty under the enormous white sun. They passed close to the Casino of Lebanon-situated on a high hill and erected at a cost of over four million dollars. It was like a palace, Lisa thought enviously, its pale blue pillars inlaid with glass and reflecting the glory of the afternoon sunshine. She must certainly persuade Kathleen to take her there one evening; if not to gamble, at least to enjoy the thrill of watching vast sums of money exchanging hands across the tables. She wasn't surprised when her Governess informed her that the Casino was reputed to be the largest of its kind in the world…
Eventually, their car turned into a cypress-lined driveway and they had arrived at the school. Lisa was taken like a sleepwalker to her room-which she would share with one other girl, at present attending a class although her personal belongings were scattered untidily around the pleasant, sunny “bed-sitter.” She was only half aware of Kathleen's hands undressing her, the excitement having finally caught up with her and rendering her utterly but blissfully exhausted…
Hours later, Lisa was awakened by feeling the bed sheet being drawn gently away from her body. She stirred, still clinging to the sweet memory of her dreams, but it was too warm in the room now and she welcomed the sensation of cool air on her flesh: stretching prettily and not realising for several minutes that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing!
Lisa opened her eyes. Standing over the bed, smiling down at her, was another girl-presumably the roommate whose clothes and various knick-knacks were strewn so carelessly about the chairs and on the floor.
“Hi! I'm Candice Badel. You must be Lisa Cunningham-welcome to Byblos!”
She was clearly an American, probably from one of the more Southern States judging by her accent. Lisa controlled an impulse to cover the nakedness of her body-fearing that the girl would immediately mark her down as a prude, a naive little virgin-but she couldn't help squeezing her thighs together, instinctively hiding her sex and leaving only the small mound of pubic bush visible to Candice's frank, unhurried appraisal.
In the short space of time before Lisa answered her greeting, the American girl's eyes had wandered leisurely over her body: finally nodding approval, as if she was well satisfied with what she saw.
“Miss Frazer asked me to rouse you,” Candice explained, sitting informally on the edge of Lisa's bed. “She wants to see you in about an hour-just for a quiet chat and afternoon tea. She's a bit prim and proper, but she doesn't interfere with us too much!”
Lisa had taken an instant liking to Candice. The girl seemed to be very poised and self-assured, a first impression that was confirmed as Candice began to tell her about the school routine, about the opportunities for fun and amusement outside school hours, about the freely available-very eager! — young Arab boys whose parents were fantastically wealthy…
“… on the surface, of course, it's a dull old place with a heavy curriculum so that our parents think we're spending all our time with our noses in text books. But that's only half the story!” Candice smiled winningly, showing a set of incredibly white teeth-like a movie star's Lisa thought a little enviously. The American girl was casually dressed for the warm climate, her arms bare and well-tanned, a nicely-filled brassiere showing through the thin cotton dress that had rucked up carelessly around her thighs. Her hair was longer than Lisa's, but tied in two pigtails: creating an effect of curious contrast-making Candice look like a very young teenager, although the fullness of her body and the sophistication of her language belied this conclusion. She was, Lisa decided, at least 19-possibly 20 years old. And her mouth surely bore more than a trace of lipstick? That alone gave Candice an added allure in Lisa's impressionable eyes: she herself had never been allowed to touch her face with any form of make-up…
As she chatted, her new friend started to untie her pigtails, slowly letting her hair fall down in beautiful, bleached-blonde tresses over her shoulders. Candice shook her head to make the hair swirl across her back, then glanced at her slim gold wristwatch.
“My goodness!” she exclaimed. “Here I am-talking away to you, and you're probably dying for a shower before you meet 'The Dragon'! Come on-.” Candice grabbed Lisa's wrist and yanked the girl forcibly up from the bed. “I'll show you how to work the thermostat…”
The next moment, Lisa found herself being propelled into a plastic-curtained shower stall; and a second later-she shuddered and tried to squirm away as icy-cold jets streamed down on her, shocking her into complete wakefulness and making her to scream shrilly!
Candice, standing in the still-open doorway, laughed helplessly.
“I'm sorry!” she spluttered. “You've just been initiated, Lisa! Everyone has to go through it, I'm afraid! You'll get over the shock in a moment-hey! No, don't! Wait-I've got all my clothes on-!”
Candice, wailing and struggling, was dragged forcibly under the shower by a determined Lisa! The girls struggled together, but it was already too late: Candice was soaked, her pretty dress plastered to her skin and her hair streaming as the icy water poured down! Frantically, she managed to reach up and turn the thermostat control-raising the temperature of the shower quickly, making the spray grow immediately warmer and bearable.
“Oh, you little bitch!” But Candice was laughing again, her brief anger vanishing as she saw the poetic justice of Lisa's attack. “Well,” she giggled, brushing her hair away from her face and unbuttoning her dress at the back. “We're both wringing wet now-why don't we save water and take a shower together?”
Lisa made room for her under the wide arc of the spray, facing Candice and tilting her face back so that the lukewarm, refreshing water splashed directly onto her closed eyelids and her cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, Candice was naked. Far from showing the least sign of inhibition, the American girl drew Lisa's attention to her body: rubbing her hands down over her nicely proportioned breasts and then lifting them out, holding the globes gently beneath her palms so that her room-mate could admire their size and their firmness.
The shower rained sharp droplets onto the tits, striking at the nipples and causing them to stiffen and grow fully erect before Lisa's eyes. Playfully, Candice moved closer until their nude, dripping bodies were almost touching. She released her own breasts, letting them wobble gently back into their relaxed but still upright thrusting position, then calmly put her hands directly on Lisa's titties!
Lisa again closed her eyes, unresisting-as if she had half-expected this advance to be made. Candice fondled her breasts firmly, using a stroking movement of her fingers that filled Lisa with a warm, quivering pleasure. Gently, she put out her own hands and slid them first onto Candice's hips and then around the girl's waist. The skin was rubbery from the moisture which trickled over it, but the girl's flesh had a softness, a yielding plumpness that Lisa found very attractive.
By unspoken consent, they moved tightly into each other's arms. Candice slipped her hands from Lisa's breasts and cuddled her, pressing her fingers into the curve of the girl's spine where Lisa's arse-cleavage began; very slowly moving them downwards into the deep divide, separating the cheeks with a persuasive caress of her hands. She then rubbed an especially inquisitive forefinger into the heart of Lisa's buttocks; making it pause when it reached the tight rear hole and then softly circling the faintly raised bump of the anus in a long, provocative wonderfully exciting massage…
Lisa strained forward against the heat of the other girl's bare body. Their breasts kissed and squashed quickly together, the nipples perking to a bright ruby hardness as they made contact. The girls' naked bellies were now breathing in and out with an impassioned, uneven rhythm-pulsing urgently as Lisa and Candice tightened their embrace, their navels locking in moist intimacy.
It wasn't very long before their lips also met: warm water streaming over their mouths as they kissed shyly at first, then with an increasing pressure that soon parted their teeth and allowed first Lisa's, and then Candice's tongue to slide forward and taste the hot saliva inside their lover's sweet-tasting mouth.
Lisa began to moan, the long weeks of enforced celibacy making her more eager than ever to experience the joys of mutual fondling and kissing. She cupped Candice's bottom in both her hands, returning the girl's caress but swiftly dipping her fingers beneath the cleft of the arse and stretching them up against the wet, slender lips of the cunt. It was hard to tell whether the slit was damp from excitement or from the shower-probably both, Lisa decided! She felt the girl gratefully widening her thighs to assist the exploration; at the same time, gradually sticking her own finger deeply into Lisa's anus…
Although the water was still only lukewarm, the shower stall had grown and humid-the heat of the girls' bodies in the confined space making the air close and adding their perspiration to the wetness which surrounded them. Lisa could only delve partially into Candice's quim from her present position (approaching the girl's sex from the rear, her hand pressed tightly between the full, fleshy buttocks) but she succeeded in opening the deep gash to a sexy extent-sufficient, at any rate, for two of her fingers to disappear inside the slit and frig pleasurably up and down its narrow, hot-walled funnel.
When both girls were highly stimulated, they slipped hand-in-hand from the shower and Lisa was led across the room to where a glass-fronted door opened onto the balcony. She hesitated, fearing that they might be seen if they ventured out and remembering with horror that terrible moment when her father had…
“It's okay,” Candice assured her, stroking Lisa's flank with a loving, lingering caress. “There's a high surround so that we can sunbathe without being spied on… no one can see us…”
Reluctantly, Lisa allowed herself to be persuaded. But Candice was right. Even in a sitting position they were completely concealed from view: and there was a huge bath towel laid out on the stone floor, inviting them to spread their bodies and be assured that no glimpse of their love-play could be observed…
The girls sank eagerly down on the hot, sun-baked towel. They renewed their embrace, Candice spreading herself out on top of Lisa-her strong, tanned arms going about the English girl's waist and again sliding down to the bottom which she seemed to love so much. Their tongues merged, now licking together with fierce, no longer amid laps; writhing in and out of each other's mouths like fat, wet snakes. Lisa could feel the hard hump of Candice's pubis grinding into her own prominent mons, the two sets of blonde bushy hair entwining as Candice rode steadily up and down: using the curved bone of her sex-mound as a kind of foreshortened prick-frigging it skillfully down until the girlish horn rubbed the lips of her lover's cunt.
It really was quite similar to the sensation of a man's cock, Lisa thought with excitement. She sucked gratefully at Candice's tongue as it darted deeply into her mouth, thrusting upwards with her own pubis and learning how to return the girl's thrilling movements. Taking turns, Lisa and Candice worked their respective cunts into a lather of passion. They adopted a vigorous, sexy timing; their rhythm allowing first Lisa's, and then Candice's mons veneris to ride under the other girl's crotch-pressing stiffly into the hot, juicy lips and giving them a brief but glorious bruising…
The sun soon dried their bodies, but under the intoxication of fondling, kissing and rubbing their flesh together, the girls became damp with perspiration. Their breasts seemed to stick against one another, the soft skin of the young orbs becoming adhesive, the bright and prominent nipples quivering as they were fumbled back and forth; while their thighs and lower limbs soon grew moist and gluey with the love-seed which trickled slowly from the girl's pussies.
“I love you! Oh, how I love you!” Candice breathed. She stroked Lisa's hair with her free hand, tenderly caressing the girl's face. A deep, wondering expression of compassion and adoration welled up in Candice's large blue eyes, and then she closed them blissfully-biting down into Lisa's mouth and sucking first the upper lip and then the lower lip strongly between her teeth. Lisa opened her mouth, unresisting. And Candice sucked with a steadily increasing passion, making muffled but obviously ecstatic cries as she dipped her tongue down between the base of Lisa's gums and the girl's cruelly distended lip.
A few minutes of this wild petting fired Lisa for more intimate kisses. She reached down to Candice's hips and pulled the girl gradually upwards-making Candice slide slowly over the front of her body. Reluctantly releasing the juicy morsels of Lisa's lips, the American girl wriggled obediently forward; pausing when her breasts were level with the other girl's mouth and raising herself up on her elbows so that Lisa could give the down-hanging titties a long, generous mouthing.
Lisa chewed wetly on the thick nipples-transferring her lips from One to the other-sucking at the teats until they seemed to! her feverish imagination as if their ripe red udders were yielding a sweet flow of warm milk…
When they popped free of her mouth, Candice's nipples were swollen and had turned to an even deeper shade of crimson. Around them, scored deeply into the white flesh of the breasts, were the sharp indents left by Lisa's teeth: the slow-fading marks giving an appearance of cruel maltreatment to the pure, creamy skin. Candice sighed contentedly, jigging about and making her titties swing heavily from side to side-so close to Lisa's face that they brushed against her nose. Then she levered her body further upwards, bringing her belly down like a soft pillow against her lover's mouth…
Lisa kissed the hot tummy, her lips puckered and moving all over the gently curving slope, past the curl of the navel and down to the whiteness just below the belly-button-where Candice's swimsuit had left a tell-tale tidemark of untanned flesh. She stuck her tongue out and licked tormentingly along the right-hand furrow which made a deep crease from the girl's hip to her crotch. Candice shuddered with beautiful delight.
“Oh, that feels so marvellous!” she gasped. Her thighs opened and she urged her loins even closer to Lisa's mouth. “Please do it again, baby! Tease me some more!”
Willingly, Lisa applied her tongue to the warm furrow, so soft and so moist with salty perspiration. This time, when she had traced completely down the groove, her tongue slipped uncontrollably into the girl's red cunt-its wet, probing tip licking against the slit and curling upwards to stab urgently at the throbbing button of Candice's clitoris. Holding her new friend firmly, with I both hands clamped to the cheeks of her arse, Lisa made the small but wildly stiff stalk twitch about under her tongue. She could hear the moans and the breathless panting which Candice was trying desperately to suppress-knowing that too much noise might attract attention from teachers and pupils who were probably sunning themselves on the adjoining balconies. But Lisa was pitiless.; She recalled in detail how Kathleen Wynter had explained that the clitoris was the most sensitive organ in a girl's body: needing only a brief stimulation to create tremendous excitement-even an orgasm-in the female who was receiving this kind of caress. And she worried at the virile, fishy-tasting bud until Candice sobbed urgently that she must stop… that she couldn't stand it..'. that her quim was growing too itchy and painful!
Under Lisa's fingers, the plump flesh of the girl's buttocks rose and fell-squirming in vain as they tried to thrash up and down. Deliberately, Lisa was holding them as tightly as possible: preventing Candice from giving full vent to her feelings, keeping the girl as nearly motionless as possible…
When Candice finally began to spend, the climax was incredible! Lisa quickly shifted her lips to the pumping wound-clamping her mouth widely over the streaming slit so that she could catch every drop of the precious liquid which Candice was losing. The flow trickled away, but another spurt commenced as Lisa tentatively thrust her tongue into the dripping hole of the girl's vulva and licked it around in an exploring, arousing movement; her nose pressed tightly to the humid mound of Candice's pubis.
When this further climax had also abated, the girls struggled into a new position: Candice squirming quickly around and rolling over so that she could repay Lisa for the glorious excitement she had just received. Lisa spread her thighs boldly, eagerly. She trembled all over as her friend's mouth came down on her quim-feeling the soft, firm bite of Candice's lips as they sucked into her own swollen-lipped sex and the girl's tongue lapped with the speed of a thirsty pussy-cat into the slit.
Lisa again applied her lips to Candice's cunt. The hole was absolutely soaking; the skin around the actual inlet sticky and awash with love-cream that was still dripping from her lovely gash. Candice was once more on top of Lisa, but her naked body now pressed into the English girl from the most exciting position possible: her breasts squashing into Lisa's belly, her crotch grinding down on Lisa's face, her chin resting firmly on the blonde patch of pubic hair… while her mouth guzzled noisily at Lisa's thrusting quim.
As Candice fondled her hands along the soft inner flesh of Lisa's outstretched thighs, Lisa herself scratched arousingly into her room-mate's back; moving her sharp little fingernails from the middle of the girl's spine, passing them across the writhing white cheeks until red criss-cross marks appeared on the beautiful flesh. She occasionally drove her nails between the buttocks, scratching with a lighter touch over the tender crack of Candice's anus, all the time sucking strongly at the pungent mouth which had grown so inflamed and glutinous.
The girls rocked in a sweet, increasing rhythm. They cried out several times as the pitch of their excitement made them breathless and near to swooning, yielding that honeyed mucous-so hot and heavily flavoured! — until their bodies gradually subsided and they felt satisfied and content merely to kiss gently at each other's dripping, tingling cunts…
Lisa wasn't given time to lay quietly and savour the experience, however, for the Headmistress was waiting to officially welcome her to the school! Drowsy and pleasurably aching, she let Candice take her back to the shower so that they could remove all traces of the tell-tale odours of lust; and as she leaned intimately against Candice, her arm wound tightly around the girl's waist, Lisa decided that she was going to enjoy her enforced stay at Byblos School.
For a second or two she felt a stab of conscience. She hadn't once thought of Richard since her arrival in the Lebanon. Poor Richard! He was probably going through hell at that horrible-sounding preparatory school. And Sandhurst would be even worse for him J..
But then Lisa-to her surprise-dismissed her stepbrother from her mind. She had her own life to lead, she decided. And it was up to her to make the best of it…