Neither of them speaking, Fiona and Margerie walked without direction, moving away from the building and the sea, the rumble of the surf growing distant. They walked across the grass, the green muted by the moonlight that glowed from Margerie's gown and from Fiona's blouse, and which shone in Margerie's long, dark-brown hair and in Fiona's wheatblonde hair. Night birds chirped in the trees ahead of them, and a breeze shifted the grass around their feet, moving their hair, and pressing Margerie's nightgown to her long legs.
"You and Lori, have you…?" Margerie asked. "I mean, at one time or another, everybody seems to've."
"We – we've, uh, fingered each other sometimes," Fiona said, finding her mouth dry. "Today, she… went down on Wayne, and… later he went down on me."
"How was it?" Margerie asked with an interested smile.
"Great," Fiona grinned, relaxing
"You didn't ball with him, you or Lori?"
"No, maybe tomorrow," Fiona shrugged, and she brushed her hair back, holding it against her neck, her forearm against one breast.
"Interesting," Margerie nodded thoughtfully as they moved through the trees, the soft moonlight falling through the branches to decorate them with shadow patterns. "You've been eaten before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but it was guys at the last school, and… they were just doing it cause they thought I'd put out more, or 'cause they thought they were supposed to. Not 'cause they got off on doing it," she shrugged "Wayne, he was getting off on it," she observed as they approached a moonlit clearing "You and Krisi…?"
"Yeah, we get it on. Maybe more than we would if there was cock around, but we dig it," she smiled, and they came to a stop in the clearing, and they faced one another, their eyes holding, the moonlight softly molding their features and the outlines of their bodies. "Back there, when I held your hand, you liked the feel of the gown?" she asked, the whisper of her voice clear in the stillness of the night, and Fiona nodded. "And what was under the gown?" she asked, her breasts rising and falling, the moonlight molding the insides of the globes, and her heart pounded.
"I… yes," Fiona slowly nodded, her flesh burning despite the light breeze.
"Can I touch you?" Margerie asked, and Fiona nodded, her head just moving.
Margerie lifted her hand, and she eased the back of it down along Fiona's cheek, and her fingertips brushed the blonde hair. Margerie's eyes followed the movement of her hand, Fiona's eyes moving over the Indian features of Margerie's face, suddenly able to see her dressed in buckskins. Then Fiona's eyes closed, her lips parting. Margerie eased her hand down over Fiona's chest, the back and edge moving against the slope down and into one wide, out-pointing breast.
Fiona inhaled deeply as Margerie's hand turned, her palm moving over the indentation her rounded nipple made against her blouse. Margerie turned her hand, cupping Fiona's breast without pressure, the risings of it as the girl inhaled pressing it to her palm and spread fingers. Her fingers turned up, and she slid her hand down and in, her fingers finding the top button of the blouse.
Fiona's eyes opened, and she found herself looking into Margerie's. The fingers pressed the button through its eyelet, and then the next, and the next, and the next, and the cloth opened from the insides of Fiona's swollen tits, and from the center of the firm curve of her stomach with its round navel. The breeze lifted the cloth out from one breast, chilling the burning rise of the nipple. The moonlight made the blush of the areola almost completely invisible.
Sucking at her lower lip's wide fullness, Fiona looked down shyly, and found herself looking at the inner curves of Margerie's breasts, the girl's nipples indenting the brocade satin. Without raising her head, Fiona looked up at her, and the moonlight sparkled in Margerie's eyes, a tender smile lifting the corners of her lush mouth.
Feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, Fiona lifted one hand. The breeze moved through the leaves above them, and the shadow patterns shifted. Fiona touched her fingers to the inside of Margerie's breast, feeling the ripe fullness that was even softer to the touch than the satin gown. She moved her joined fingers down, following the curve, and then over the inside of the other breast. She lifted, her eyes, and saw that Margerie's were closed, the girl's succulent lips parted. She turned the backs of her fingers to Margerie's tit, and slid them under the satin, feeling it against the fronts of her fingers and Margerie's flesh against the backs. The girl's tits swelling out against the nightgown, the fit for Fiona's fingers was tight as she eased them down and under the full globe. Fiona's fingers moved down along Margerie's pliant stomach to where the nightgown was buttoned, and the girl's eyes opened, Fiona hesitating as she touched the top button.
"Please," Margerie whispered.
Fiona's fingers began to unbutton the nightgown, and her knuckles shifted against the base of Margerie's stomach, then against her abdomen, and then against the threadings of her muff. Her fingers pausing, she looked down the supple length of Margerie's stomach to the now exposed top of the girl's nest. She lifted her eyes, and Margerie smiled, curving her hand to one of Fiona's breasts, slipping beneath the opened blouse. Fiona murmured with pleasure and her fingers opened the next button, her knuckles against the heat of Margerie's mound, the silken curlings of hair shifting against the backs of her fingers.
The next button open, Fiona could not reach the others without leaning down, and Margerie's hand was caressing her breast. The nightgown was opened a few inches below the juncture of the girl's full thighs, and Fiona slowly turned her hand till her fingers were curved against the fluffy curlings. She cased her hand from side to side, stroking the girl's hair, and her index finger and then her little finger touched the bare outsides of Margerie's loins. The dark haired girl's hand tightened around the breadth of Fiona's tit, her full lips parting.
Margerie swallowed, her throat constricted, and they looked at one another, swaying lightly, in rhythm with the sway of the branches above in the night breeze. Their hearts beating bard against their chests, they both smiled.
Margerie raised her other hand, and she eased the blouse from Fiona's shoulders, and down her arms. Fiona's hand moved back from Margerie's cunny while retaining its curve, and the blouse slipped over it, and drifted down to the grass. The hand moved back and resumed its caressing of Margerie's nest, Margerie's hands lifting to slip the nightgown back from her tits, and over her shoulders.
Fiona watched the satin slide away from the lush globes, revealing the notched rises of the nipples, and the pale pinkish-tan areolas. Margerie shook her shoulders, and the gown slid down her arms, and away from her lightly defined waist. She drew her hands up and out of the gown, and it held for a moment around her full hips. Fiona watched the satin gradually move down from Margerie's hips, and then it floated down from the long legs to furl around her ankles in the moonlight. Fiona pressed her fingers against the curlings, flattening them against the fullness of Margerie's cunt.
Margerie rocked back and forth, her furrow tightening and loosening as Fiona's cupping hand caressed her pubes. The peaks of their breasts met, and the pearls of Fiona's pink nipples touched the notched nubs of Margerie's pinkish-tan nipples. Their already parted lips touched, and their heads turned, their mouths opening together.
The soft blades of their tongues drifted together, and their breasts pressed tighter. Margerie's hands cupped Fiona's face, and then slid back through the light gold of her hair, and down over the supple sweep of the girl's back. Fiona's one hand continuing to squeeze Margerie's mound, her own pressed against her wrist, her other hand moving up from Margerie's side to her shoulder blades, the dark brown hair shifting against the back of it and her forearm.
Margerie groaned into Fiona's mouth, her body arching as she pushed forward onto the bails of her feet, her cunny thrusting against the girl's hand. Her hands gripped the pert orbs of Fiona's ass, her long fingers indenting them as an orgasm blossomed, rippling out from the tender massage of Fiona's hand, which was pressed between their cleaves, Fiona's lips opening against her lips.
Fiona's breath caught, her furrow tightening and loosening against her wrist, sparkings of electric heat going through her loins. Margerie dropped back onto her feet, her hands opening atop Fiona's tush. Both breathing raggedly, Fiona slipped her hand from between them, and they leaned against one another, their flushed cheeks together.
They straightened, their heads easing back, and they looked at one another. They smiled, and Fiona lifted her hand, and they both watched her turn it, the moonlight gleaming from the dampness of Margerie's juices upon the palm and forgers. Her eyes on Margerie's, Fiona turned her head a little, and she brought her hand to her mouth. Margerie inhaled deeply as she watched Fiona's long tongue skim the moisture from her hand. Savoring Margerie's taste, Fiona took a step back, and Margerie's hands slipped around to her hips. Touching one of the girl's lush breasts, Fiona eased, down, and Margerie watched her stretch out upon the moonlit grass. Her arms out from her sides, Fiona's long legs were apart as she looked up at Margerie, and she slowly drew one foot toward the base of her fanny, her knee rising.
Margerie looked at the golden wheat of Fiona's hair spread out over the soft green of the grass, the moonlit tan of the girl's body without tension. Fiona's tits were pressed out a little to the sides, accenting the angle at which they pointed to the sides. Margerie's eyes moved along the contours of the girl's long stomach and subtle waist, and to the dusky brown curlings crownings her low-slung mound. The lifted knee leaning. out to the side, Fiona's cleft opened, and the moonlight glimmered in the dampness, the bases of the girl's ass cheeks pressed out below.
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.