Message-ID: <2120eli$9707171240@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Francis Dashwood Subject: Lauren Gisal Book 1 (2a/39 ff/mf/Ff/Mf,inc,cons,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199707170147.TAA14638@shaman.lycaeum.org> Lauren Gisal ****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 2a Nikki was leaning against the wall of the school just outside the gates, watching the traffic coming up the hill from the bus stop. As Lauren approached, Nikki smiled and started to walk slowly down the hill waiting for Lauren to catch up. From behind, Nikki looked like another average schoolgirl, with flat black shoes and socks that should have been pulled up to her knees. Her legs had more shape than Lauren's, but were shorter, giving Lauren a height advantage of a couple of inches. Nikki's blonde hair was parted in the middle with a fringe over her eyes, falling loosely either side of her head and down to her shoulder blades. As Lauren caught up with her, she noted that Nikki's breasts were at least a couple of inches larger than her own, and could recall that the last time they had been in the showers they certainly wobbled a little. Her face was impish, cute and rounded with a small nose and bright blue eyes. And in a similar fashion to Lauren, she was only average in the beauty stakes. "What kept you, I thought you were just behind me?" said Nikki loudly. "Hey Nik, you'll never guess what, it was so weird" whispered Lauren, looking furtively about her. "Tell me, tell me" said Nikki, genuinely excited. Given Lauren's usual inability to be the harbinger of gossip, this had to be world- class. And so Lauren recounted the story of Ruth and Alysia in the showers (although she would only say at first that it was two girls until Nikki demanded the truth), and mentioned that it seemed that they were enjoying themselves. Lauren continued the story with the arrival of Anke, and explained that there had been some misunderstanding about her washing herself. "Hey, what's the big deal? So you did it in the showers, everyone's doing it somewhere or other, stupid!" said Nikki treating her expose as an enormous joke. Lauren didn't try and argue that it was a misunderstanding; Nikki knew her too well and Lauren realised that there was no sense prolonging the facade, so she just turned to Nikki and grinned wickedly at her. Nikki smiled and nudged her in the ribs like a fellow conspirator as they turned to walk side by side to the bus stop. Lauren felt a mixture of relief and excitement. She was surprised that not only did Nikki confirm that she played with herself, but that she thought everyone else did as well. On balance she felt that more experimentation in the bath tonight was called for in the name of self- awareness. As she reflected on the nature of the conversation with Nikki and her light treatment of the subject, she couldn't help wondering why she hadn't talked to Nikki about it before, if it wasn't such a big deal. It would certainly be easier to talk to her than her mother. On balance, she considered herself very lucky to have such a vivacious and mischievous friend as Nikki. "Oh, and I think I have some of my clothes on inside out, I feel strange" mentioned Lauren as they arrived at the newsagents. "Hang on, I need to get a mag for my mum, come on", she said, pulling Nikki into the shop. "Where do you feel strange? Perhaps you've got your period" said Nikki, taking down a men's magazine from the shelf behind the stationery and books. "It was last week. Hey, you can't look at that!" squealed Lauren, grabbing the magazine. She reached up to replace it on the shelf, causing four or five others to fall from the top shelf to the floor. Hurriedly, she gathered them together as she blushed profusely, feeling the eyes of other shoppers on her as she squatted on the floor. She stood, showed a copy of "Metrofile" to the curious girl beyond the counter and offered her the correct money. Leaving the shop, they crossed the road and leaned against the bus stop. The daily ritual of traveling by bus meant that they only had two minutes to wait and then a twenty minute ride as the bus looped around the village before crossing the valley and heading back up the hill to where both Lauren and Nikki lived. They boarded the bus and made their way to the back seat as usual, sat down and flicked through the magazine until they found the problem page. Silence reigned as the two girls read about a woman whose husband wanted her to invite friends to their house to watch them have sex. One paragraph that received prolonged attention was concerned with how her husband wished his wife to masturbate him, including orally. Lauren and Nikki were delighted that the letter contained graphic detail of what the husband wanted her to do. "Can you imagine, having sex while people are holding you? I wonder what it's like?" whispered Nikki, rhetorically. "Come on, next, next!" answered Lauren, turning the page. The next letter was a long one from a young girl in university who wanted to know why she had started her course a virgin and now felt it was compulsory to have sex with as many different boys as possible. The girl was sure that her requirements were abnormal and went on to say that she didn't think she ever orgasmed. "Did you orgasm in the showers?" inquired Nikki nonchalantly. "Of course not, I told you". "Hey, relax, you would know if you have. I know I haven't ever, not if it's like it is in the films." Now this was news to Lauren which needed investigating, but today was getting out of hand and making Lauren nervous. Her calm little world of day-dreaming had been shattered by revelations and conversations that were both graphic and personal. On the one hand, she felt uneasy with herself and on the other she felt reassured that Nikki was there to defend her emotions as required. The warm glow from between her legs convinced her that further investigation was warranted. "What are you talking about now?" asked Lauren nervously, staring at the magazine. "I was helping Dad clear up after a convention had rented out most of the hotel, and I found a dirty film in one of the VCR's that the guests can rent. I've seen it." Nikki mimicked one of the actors by licking her lips and squeezing her breasts together. "Tell me. Now!" insisted Lauren, giggling at Nikki's acting as she shook her arm. For the remainder of the journey, Nikki related the contents of the film in almost the right order, leaving out some of the action that she found difficult to explain or where she thought that Lauren wouldn't believe her. At the end of the ride, Lauren's knickers had a tell-tale damp patch as a measure of the potency of Nikki's narrative. The bus pulled up about one hundred meters from Lauren's chalet- style house, and the girls walked up the hill. The house stood back from the road, with a line of fir trees forming a border around the side of the ornate garden. The roof overhung the three floors by several feet, with it's ornately carved and gaily painted woodwork typical of the area. A wooden balcony stretched around two sides of the house on the uppermost floor. The red-framed windows had contrasting black and white wooden shutters either side. A small pathway led from the low garden gate up the back door on the right hand side of the building. By this time, Lauren had decided that she had to get out of these clothes and find out what was annoying her as the feeling was becoming a nuisance. She opened the back door with her key and passed through the kitchen into the stone-floored hallway. Traditional carvings hung on the facing wall with a large formal mirror at head height. The wood-covered walls made the room dark and the large light hanging from the ceiling was required most of the day. To the left of the hallway were the stairs to the bedrooms, bathroom and toilet while further at the end was the entrance to the lounge. Visitors could hardly miss the ornate gilt-framed photographs on the hallway walls of Lauren and Mike from early ages, playing on the mountainside and paddling in the freezing cold lakes. Lauren wished they could be exchanged for something, even more recent ones. But her mother always said that they were both such sweeties at that age, and the photos were her treasures. Lauren bellowed "Mum" at the top of her voice making Nikki jump. They received no reply. "Good, should be a note from her about tea somewhere. Whenever they collect Mike at the end of term they're always really late", said Lauren looking around. Both girls dumped their schoolbags on the floor, and went back into the kitchen. Lauren left the magazine on the table for Nikki to read and found her mothers note stuck on the `fridge. In summary, it warned against opening the door to strangers, had emergency phone numbers, return times that night, and finally a request to take something from the freezer and heat it in the microwave. Lauren left the note with Nikki and went upstairs. Nikki filled the kettle and plugged it into the wall socket. She could hear Lauren walking along the landing above and into her bedroom. Just as Nikki flicked the switch on the wall, an almighty scream filled the house, followed by another and another. Then sobbing. 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