Chapter 1
It was Melanie's first night at Turbenthal Hall. Despite her exhaustion, she was unable to sleep. It was too close. She lay staring at the patterns of moonlight on the strange ceiling and listening to the heavy breathing of Kate, her roommate, who slept in a small cot across the room.
Kate had appeared friendly, less nervous than Melanie, but then she had spent last year in the school and had learned to adjust to the strange country.
Melanie tossed and turned for another half an hour before pushing back her blankets and sitting with her feet dangling to the floor. She knew that unless she got some sleep she was going to be a wreck for her first day of classes.
She thought of the shower and wondered if there were any rules about bathing late at night. A shower would relax her, soothe her tense muscles, and allow her to fall asleep.
She decided to risk it.
The bathroom was deserted. She turned on the hot water and stood beneath the spray, letting it wash over her body. As she began to soap her breasts and stomach, thoughts of her tiredness vanished and were replaced by a sensual craving. As she worked the lather over her breasts, her nipples hardened and began to ache and a tingling sensation spread through her loins.
She ran her fingers along her slit, teasing the lips with her fingernails. The friction caused by her wet fingers filled her with mounting desire, and she carefully probed the opening to massage the small, firm bulb.
Because of the noise of the shower and being intent on her self stimulation, she was not aware that anyone had entered the bathroom until she saw a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat and a cry of alarm escaped her lips. She turned trembling, expecting to find one of the headmistresses watching her.
A girl of her own age stood in the shower door, leaning against the tile. She wore only a thin silk robe, parted at the top to reveal her smooth developed breasts. "Can any number play this game?" she asked. "Or, do you prefer it solo?"
Melanie attempted to shield her embarrassment behind an attitude of casualness. With a mere shrug of the shoulders, she turned and stepped completely under the hot spray. Her heart continued to pound wildly and she hoped the redness of her face would be thought the result of the hot water.
"You didn't answer," the girl said. Her voice was deep, lusty.
"It's a big shower," Melanie said. She pulled her fingers free of the clamping walls of her vagina, but the craving continued. She had never been so hot, so in need of release.
The girl pushed herself away from the tile wall, unfastened the belt of her robe and let it drop to the concrete floor. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties and drew them down over her thighs and legs, kicking them free. She stood, her hands on her hips and her legs slightly spread, the blonde triangle of pubic hair glistening as it collected beads of moisture from the shower's spray.
Smiling, she walked boldly forward until she was standing under the same shower as Melanie, their bodies separated only by inches of hot spraying water.
Melanie slightly recoiled. "There isn't a water shortage in Switzerland, is there?" she asked drily.
The girl laughed. "This is more intimate," she said. She met Melanie's eyes and held them. "It isn't as lonely using someone else's finger," she said.
Melanie was stunned. She had heard about the dykes in girls' schools, but she had never run across any. She was speechless. The girl was attractive, the type men would find irresistible.
The girl smiled. "An experienced tongue can take you to the heights of pleasure," she said. "You could never imagine the sensation!" Her eyes had narrowed to mere slits and her breasts were heaving with heavy breathing. "It's like a roller coaster ride," she moaned.
Melanie's own bosom was heaving with desire. She found the girl repulsive but at the same time oddly desirable. Like a cloud suddenly clearing from her mind, she realized that her inability to sleep must have been caused by her frustration. She had wanted sexual release, something that she had had only through masturbation. Her mind told her to escape, to run back to her room and leave the hungry dyke, but she stood as if rooted to the shower floor, a symbol to the lesbian, she realized, that she was willing to submit to her demands.
The girl suddenly cupped Melanie's breasts in her hands and began to kiss each of the hardened nipples, flicking her tongue around the crescents and then nibbling at them with her teeth.
Melanie groaned and closed her eyes. The water splashing over her body now seemed suddenly cold against her hot flesh. As the lesbian attempted to spread her legs, she moved them willingly apart. If there was any reluctance left in her mind, her brain did not pass it along to her body. She was responding, anxious for the next shivers of pleasure.
The girl lowered herself down the front of Melanie's body, her darting tongue moving over her wet skin, pausing at the navel to explore its depths before moving on to the line of her pubic forest.
"You're beautiful," she moaned. "You've got a beautiful little pussy!" She had pulled her head back and was staring at the triangular patch.
Melanie moved back slightly so that the hot spray of water was striking the hardened mounds of her breasts, running through the cleavage and dripping from the pointed nipples onto the blonde's head. Her hair had already been matted and clung to her forehead and shoulders.
Melanie flinched as she felt the girl's hands clutch at her thighs. She was clinging to them with painful force, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she pulled herself forward on her knees. Her head came forward and her tongue traced the line of Melanie's swelling lips.
"I'm going to eat you until you're screaming with lust," she moaned.
She framed Melanie's mound of Venus with her hands and forced the lips open with her thumbs. Her tongue shot forward and pierced its mark, and Melanie felt spasms of ecstasy shooting through her loins. The tongue probed, teased, built her quickly to a fever pitch of lust.
She laced her fingers through the dyke's soaked hair and pulled her head tighter against her loins, driving the bridge of her nose into the sensitive area above the slit. As the tongue probed deeper, she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion around the probing organ.
Groaning and moaning, she gave herself up completely to the passion of the moment. "I love it!" she whimpered.
The water became hotter. It stung their bodies and caused steam to rise up about them; steam that made breathing difficult. The girl's nostrils had dilated and she was gasping for air, drawing water and steam into her overworked lungs but never faltering in the rhythmic flickering of her tongue.
And then the floodgates had opened and Melanie had felt her fluids drain along the molten walls of her vagina. Even above the sound of the shower, she heard the lesbian's slobbering attempt to capture every drop of fluid on her swollen tongue.
When Melanie pulled away, the girl sank back on her haunches as if rising had been impossible. Her lips were red and swollen and her face had a twisted expression. "Now you know what it's like to be had by a woman," she said drily.
Melanie merely stood, weak and shaken, staring down at the girl. The lust which had kept her awake was gone. It was now replaced by a sense of guilt. She had never given herself to a man, not even to Frankie, the boy she had gone with for two years in the United States. Now, she had submitted to lesbian love on her first night at Turbenthal Hall.
Moving around the girl as if she were some deadly animal, she made her way toward the door of the shower room. Her only thought was to get back to her room, to lock the door, and pull the covers over her head.
The girl continued to sit on the floor, the water splashing up about her, draining around the contour of her hips as it rushed toward the center pipe. She was watching Melanie, a wicked smile playing about her lips.
"I'll see you again," she said.
"Never!" Melanie cried. "Never!"
The girl laughed loudly. "There will be other nights," she said. "Nights when you'll be hoping Sheila is around to satisfy you. And I'll be around. I'll be around for a long time!"
Melanie, wrapping her towel about her middle, ran from the shower.