Chapter 7
Once Georgia stopped being critical and accepted the fact that she was a guest at an orgy, the time slipped away quickly and pleasantly. John was with her the entire day, leaving her only for brief farewells to prominent guests. They had lunch in the large dining room with the other guests, but took dinner alone in the same small, private room. It wasn't until it was time to retire that Georgia found herself thinking about the pleasure of going to bed with a man. But it became apparent that John had no intention of filling that wish. He walked her back to her room, gave her a breathtaking kiss and left.
She found herself alone in the room. The absence of the twins puzzled her, but she preferred to think they were tucked away in the nursery. It was late, she realized, and she was weary from being on the go all day. She went through the motions of getting ready for bed; filling the bath while she brushed her hair at the mirror and analyzed the image looking back at her. The running water drowned out any other noise and she was suddenly startled when she caught something out of the corner of her eye moving at the door. Her head jerked around and she saw the dark, handsome stud standing in the doorway. He was smiling at her and those sexy eyes danced with delight.
"Russ," she found herself saying, "I hate to be a bitch, but I'd prefer being alone.. . "
"Perhaps if s better this way," he said seriously. "The mind is willing, but the flesh is still pretty weak. And Fd hate to disappoint you. I've been uptight all day thinking about it."
Georgia smiled at his honesty and watched him leave. She wondered about John then. Was he testing her? Or didn't he care? A very difficult man to figure out, she concluded as she stepped into the bath. And why is it so important to understand him? That bothered her more than anything.
The warm water sent delicious tingles through her body. Especially as it licked at her sex before she lowered herself completely. Then it slithered over her body in a blanket of warmth and security, driving out all her tensions and relaxing the tired muscles.
She couldn't avoid looking at herself. Everywhere she looked there were mirrors. Being alone like this was disturbing because she found herself being too critical of her body. Being a tall blonde was fine. That much she liked. But the rising breasts didn't rise far enough-in her opinion. Then again, her hips seemed a little too full, she thought. And while men seemed to be wild about her long, shapely legs, to her they were just a little too heavy.
In an attempt to stop thinking about her imperfections, she began soaping herself and found her body responding to the touch of her fingers. When she soaped her breasts, the nipples popped up hard and quivering. As she moved down her stomach little tingles of anticipation stirred between her legs. She began to wonder if she had done the right thing by sending Russ away. Having a man now would be the perfect ending to the day.
Then she heard the bedroom door close and she panicked from force of habit, forgetting everything else as she listened and waited.
"Ohhh..." she sighed with relief when Liz came into view. "I was startled when I heard the door close. Been reading too many murder books."
"I didn't mean to frighten you," Liz said in a soft apologetic voice. "Mr. Aumontjuer asked me to see if you needed anything."
"No, I'm fine," Georgia replied, as Liz approached the bathroom door. She couldn't help but envy the beautiful face and shape of this very sweet, young girl.
Liz stopped at the door, indicating to Georgia that despite the atmosphere on this island, this girl was just a shy, innocent thing at heart. Her big doe-like eyes sparkled, and Georgia found herself getting jealous.
"The twins went on a trip with their parents this afternoon and aren't back yet," Liz said, still speaking in a soft, sexy voice. "But as soon as they get back they'll come in."
"It's terribly late for them to be up," Georgia said, reaching for a towel.
Liz quickly stepped over to the tub, opened the towel and held it for Georgia. Then she helped blot the water from Georgia's back.
"I sure wish I had your shape," Liz admitted shyly.
"You must be kidding," Georgia said with a smile. "I was just telling myself the same thing about yours."
"I guess we're never satisfied with what we have," Liz said with a sigh. "But I always wanted to be a sexy blonde like you. Would you mind if I stayed in your room until the twins get back?"
"I'd be happy to have the company," Georgia said honestly.
"I get depressed when I'm alone so much," Liz added.
It came as a complete shock to Georgia, but she didn't allow it to show. For some reason she trusted Liz, but just couldn't accept the idea that she wasn't John's whore.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Georgia asked, still wrapped in the towel and wanting to get under the covers.
"It doesn't matter," Liz answered. She went to the bed and pulled back the covers for Georgia to get in.
Georgia felt a bit self-conscious dropping the towel to get in bed. It gave her a queasy feeling being naked before the eyes of such a shy girl. So close, too. But she managed to be graceful in her haste to get under the covers. Then Liz put out the lights and got into the bed on the other side.
For a while the room was silent and Georgia just luxuriated in the feel of the bed, the cool sheets, and the drowsiness that was engulfing her thoughts. But the silence was broken by a muffled sound. Georgia opened her eyes and listened. It sounded again, but it wasn't distinguishable.
"Liz.. . " Georgia whispered.
There was a pause and finally a muffled, strained reply.
"Yes?"
"Are you all right?" Georgia asked, realizing now that the sound was coming from Liz.
"I'll be all right," Liz answered between sniffles.
Georgia could hear the sobs now. She reached for the light on the table. "What's wrong, Liz?"
"Oh, Georgia," the young girl cried openly, "I'm so depressed."
"Now come on," Georgia tried to comfort her, suddenly realizing she was holding the girl's head to her bosom, as she might have done if it was Adrian-or any crying child. But it seemed strange to have such a big girl nestled there. And the damp cheek on her breast gave her a chill. Just a little girl, Georgia kept telling herself to relieve that guilty feeling.
"I wish I was dead," Liz managed to say between sobs and sniffles.
The words were spoken into Georgia's breast and the girl's warm, wet mouth flashed a strange sensation through Georgia's body. She tried not to pay attention to it, but it settled in a warm, pleasant glow between her legs. Suddenly she was fighting that guilt feeling with more force, trying to ignore the aching, itching, burning feeling in her cunt. Just an honest feeling of compassion, she tried to convince herself.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" she managed to say through the dizzy, upset, confused feeling in her head.
"It's just that I'm so lonely and depressed," Liz said, conquering her sobs, but still sniffling.
Georgia felt a teardrop slither down her tit and stop on her nipple. The nipple hardened. And the thought of the salty droplet perched on her tit made everything worse. She could almost taste it.
It was all so innocent, Georgia tried to tell herself. But the move Liz made had brought her body against Georgia's. The girl's breasts were pressed into her stomach and Georgia found the sensitive hairs of her groin touching the girl's leg. It took all the restraint she had to overcome the urge to press her burning cunt lips against the smooth leg-but she didn't have to. In the next instant Liz moved and her leg pressed the moist spot between Georgia's legs. And Georgia discovered she was opening her legs to allow Liz to slip hers in between them.
"I'm in love with John," Liz said, crying harder and sobbing in uncontrolled bursts. "But he treats me like...like...a daughter."
"I didn't-realize..."
"And all the young men keep away from me..." Liz sobbed, "and-I need a man, Georgia-I need a man so bad."
Georgia drew the girl's face tighter to her breasts by pressing gently on the back of her head, muffling the sound of her sobs with the flesh of her tit. See, she told herself, the girl is just a lovesick child.
"Have you tried leaving him?" Georgia asked. "Sometimes a guy doesn't know he loves you until he thinks he's losing you."
"I have no place to go. My parents are in California and I just can't go back there. And besides, it's too far away from-"
"Then make him jealous," Georgia said with conviction. "That always makes them ' take notice."
"But none of the guys will even look at me."
Georgia gave that problem some thought and couldn't find a solution. Especially if John was warning the men to stay away from her. But then an idea struck her so hard, that she instantly knew it was perfect. She bubbled with enthusiasm. "I've got the solution!" she announced. "You can date my brother. He's crazy about you anyway. And it'll be the perfect match to jolt John to his senses. Mostly because Steve is independent-but he's also handsome, young, and if I do say so myself, well, he's equipped for the job."
"Oh, Georgia," Liz responded enthusiastically, "I'll try anything."
To show her appreciation, Liz planted a warm kiss on Georgia's tear-covered breast.
"Ohhh...Liz...please...don't do that," Georgia groaned, visibly shaken by the effect the kiss had on her.
But instead of stopping, Liz opened her mouth and covered the sensitive nipple with it, sucking as much of the tender meat into her mouth as she could. Then slowly she let it slip out again, her lips sliding down to the very tip of the rock-hard nipple.
"I love you, Georgia," she sighed. "You're the only friend I have. The only one I can talk to."
Georgia's breath was taken away by the kiss. Honey was oozing from between her legs onto the firm, smooth leg that was nestled there. And Liz must have known it, she realized, because the smooth leg was rubbing gently, up and down, harder and harder.
"You're the nicest person I've ever met," Liz continued, filling Georgia's already spinning head with more flattering remarks. "I'd do anything for you, Georgia-anything."
Georgia couldn't say a word. She wanted to tell Liz to turn over and go to sleep. She wanted to tell her she was repulsed by the thought of two girls-that two girls shouldn't-it was wrong for girls. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. So she gave the girl a little hug. Just an understanding little squeeze-to let her know she appreciated the compliments.
The gentle hug spurred Liz on to more daring displays of affection. She sucked Georgia's tit into her mouth again, milking it now with her tongue, while her hand slid down Georgia's back and caressed the plump balls of meat, encouraging the grinding motion that was taking place on her leg.
She doesn't understand! Georgia screamed to herself. Or does she?
The fire was raging inside her now. It was useless to think of anything else. All she could do was keep rubbing her cunt on the smooth skin between her legs, she decided, until the feeling passed. Pretend the sucking mouth is a child's. Pretend the exploring finger down the crack of my ass isn't there at all. Pretend the leg that's pressing at the door to my burning cunt-that firm, smooth, cylinder between my legs-is John's cock!
Georgia lost all control at the thought of having a giant cock between her legs and hugged Liz tighter, while riding out an orgasm on the girl's leg. The release it gave her was just enough to relax the tensions of her body and mind. She finally opened her legs to free the leg and relaxed her grip on the girl's head. But Liz wasn't finished. In one move she threw off the covers and dove head first between Georgia's legs.
"Ohhhhh," Georgia groaned when she felt the warm mouth swoop down on her cunt. "Stop-stop," she cried as the heat of the wet mouth covered her flaming vaginal lips.
Liz didn't hear her, she thought, when the mouth pressed harder. She opened her eyes to see Liz carefully moving her leg to the other side-to straddle her while she sucked at her cunt. Georgia found herself staring into the hairy bush that covered the girl's cunt. There was no use trying to stop the gobbling mouth now, Georgia decided. She wanted it!
There was no indication from Liz that she was going to lower herself onto Georgia's mouth. Georgia just stared up at the smooth ass and the triangle of fluffy hair. But the odor of sex juice was stinging her nostrils. Liz had slipped her hands under Georgia's buttocks, digging her fingers into the balls of flesh-one finger burning into her anus-while she kissed and sucked with passion. And Georgia could feel herself building up to a bigger, better, orgasm than before.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Georgia began to make out the details in the shadows between the girl's spread legs: the small opening between those perfectly matched globes of flesh, the pink lips of her vagina-pulsing slightly and getting damp.
Georgia found herself reaching up to feel the firm ass, running her finger down the crack and poking it into the tight tunnel. Liz must have liked that, she thought, because the girl was sucking harder and faster now. And Georgia watched her own finger slither into the opening and disappear into the squeezing sleeve. She eased it out and reached up with both hands to bring the girl down to her mouth.
Now she sucked and squeezed ass-flesh and dug a burning finger into a sucking ass-hole. It didn't bother her at all, she realized. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. And when Liz snaked out her tongue, Georgia countered with her own tongue. Both girls felt the excitement increase. Georgia circled the gasping cunt with the tip of her tongue. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Liz went wild. Then Liz repeated the sensation at the door to Georgia's passionate cove. That was all she needed-her orgasm began to erupt. They both drove their tongues into the velvet soft sleeves and let the rest take care of itself, as they squeezed out furious relief on snaking tongues.
"Oh, Georgia," Liz sighed, turning herself around so they were face to face again. "You don't know how much I needed that."
"Mmmmmm, me too," Georgia sighed, looking back at her.