School Trip of Control Pt. 02

"Hey Oslin, do you have a hair tie I could borrow?" I asked her. She curled her hair behind her ear and looked at me, trying to keep her eyes on mine, and not on my legs that the small towel exposed. She started to blush and look around for a hair tie. Her left arm was full of little bead bracelets and bands and even a couple of hair ties, but she didn't realize in her flustered state.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said. She wasn't a shy person at all, but I had caught her off guard.

"Sorry, no one else really seems to be around and I really needed one."

"It's no problem," she smiled, standing and handing me a hair tie, "I've got these things everywhere." She was wearing a long, dark blue, strapless sundress that reached her feet with a beautiful pendant necklace. She rubbed her bare arms trying to calm her nerves as I adjusted my towel a little.

I accepted it with a smile and looked down at her bed. There was a worn composition notebook lying open on it.

"What's this?" I asked, picking it up. I tend to have a problem with personal boundaries.

"Oh nothing!" She almost yelled, reaching to yank it from my hands, but not before I had seen an image on the inside.

She peered at me squinted eyes and a smile. "All right buster, how much did ya see?" She joked in a fake sheriff accent, trying to cover up the matter.

I held up my hands, "Nothing, just ink and paper." We laughed as she sat back down on the edge of her bed. In reality I had seen something. A little heart in the corner with a name written in it. It was cliche, but still cute. The name on the inside had been Lizabet's.

I sat down with her and she got nervous again, so she joked,

"Think you may have forgotten a few things in the clothing department," she told me, looking down at her now closed notebook and thumbing the corner. I needed to speed things up, I had maybe 18 minutes.

"I have another favor to ask you," I said, as I started to stroke her shoulder with a knuckle.

She laughed a little nervously and continued to jest, "I don't know Sarah. I mean, I already gave you a hair tie, one woman can only do so much...heh..."

I didn't laugh. "Can you show me?" I asked her, purposefully leaving the end of the sentence out.

Oslin looked up at me finally, "Show you what?"

I purposefully grew more timid as I continued. "I've been curious lately. I, I know I don't want a date or anything like that, I just want, someone. But not a man." I almost cringed at the seed of truth within my lie.

"Are you sure?" She asked. Oh god, I'm evil. This girl was too sweet for this. I just hoped she would never find out why I was doing what I was doing.

"I'm sure."

Oslin nodded and scooted a little closer to me, placing her hand on mine. "Ok, well, we don't really have much time but to do much-"

"Do as much as we can," I said. I'm not sure how far I needed to go for my hint but I wasn't going to risk not getting it on a technicality.

"Ok, just, trust me, and if it's too much just tell me."

In response I let my towel fall off my body and she drank in every inch of me with her big blue eyes. She took me by the cheeks and kissed me softly. Her lips tasted like mangos.

"Mmm," I let out against her. It had been so long since I had been consensually intimate with some one. If it counted as consent, I'm not really sure.

She was staying respectful of me, so I initiated some tongue and we exchanged quick trips into each others mouths with our tongues as I lied down, my head resting at the foot of her bed, and she climbed on my naked body. She broke the kiss and started to kiss down my neck, her hand coming up to my breast.

"Oh yes," I said involuntarily. I typically don't speak during sex but the attention felt amazing, so I continued, "Keep going. Touch me!" I breathed out. My hands traveled the soft fabric off her dress, traveling her back with firm contact and landing on her ass, with a squeeze.

"Mmph," I got out of her. She reached my collar bone as she pulled more moans out of me with a pull of my nipple. "Soon enough," she whispered.

"No," I exhaled, "no time, now. I want these now." I reached and held her big breasts in my hands. The blonde had gone bra-less in the sundress, and I could feel the wait of them almost fully in my fingers.

"You're right," she said, her hand hovering over my sex, "is this ok?" I nodded frantically and she lowered her hand onto me.

I shuddered immediately like someone had electrocuted me. The contact of her full palm on my dripping mound was incredible.

"Oh shit," she reacted to my wetness. I had never heard her curse before, I almost patted myself on the back. I pulled at her dress and had her breasts falling out right at my face. I opened my mouth hungrily and filled it with as much of her flesh as I could and sucked hard, matching the mesmerizing pleasure of her hand rubbing my sex. I was already so close.

"Oooo, just like that Sarah, that's terrific," Oslin told me as I sucked on her breast, letting my tongue move around inside and play with her nipples. My leg had unconsciously come up, sticking my knee in the air and allowing Oslin to grind herself on my thigh. As my hands squeezed at her fabric covered ass again she finally put a finger inside me slightly and hooked it up.

"Mphyod!" I screamed, muffled by Oslin's large breasts. I held her tight and she rocked back and forth on my leg, making her finger move in just the perfect way. She started moving faster and I could already feel it about to happen. All the build up, all the time on the train and before, all the teasing. It all flashed through my head as I sucked and shut my eyes to feel that one last push.

It was like for a split second everything was calm, and there was no movement, not sound, just the moment. The exact second of eruption. Time stood still for just a moment in ecstasy.

And then it all came back.

"MMMMMMAAPHAUKCK!" I screamed into Oslin, who smiled down at me with her baby blues, her blonde hair, dampening slightly with sweat, surrounding her face. I felt like my pussy was going to explode right off my body. It made my entire body tighten and relax, then tighten, then relax as it did on Oslin's finger. My hands clenched at her body, my toes at the sheets, then released, then dug back in as the waves kept hitting and Oslin just kept moving her finger and her own sex along my thigh. Even through the dress I could feel some dampness there and it just made me even more aroused and added to the shaking that was my still powerful orgasm. The aftershocks were hitting so fast it was like it's own climax as my body jerked in random directions with each hit and Oslin finally began to slow down her finger, and then pulled it out of me.

The blonde kept riding my leg as she felt for my right breast again with her soaked hand and leaned down to suck on the other one. I cradled her head as she sucked on my nipple and tweaked the other one, trying to hold back my cries of pleasure while she put her own moans into my chest.

I tugged at her dress and she got off my globe, "Don't," she whispered through exhales of pleasure, "I'm huge."

I gave her a small spank and she looked at me surprised, but I just looked back. As steely eyed as a hyper sensitive girl getting her nipples played with could. So she lifted up for a split second and let her dress be pulled of her beautiful body. She went back to suckling me and I danced my hands all over her as she rode my thigh, getting progressively harder with each hump down and more frantic in her moans.

I myself was in bliss at her touch and mouth, like a string connecting my sex and my breasts was being plucked again and again. But Oslin would beat me too it. I felt my thigh start getting wetter and her cries got loud, even in their muffled state as her face morphed into the distressed face of pleasure seeking an orgasm, to the ultra distressed O-face of having one. She released my breast and leaned up, moving my leg down flat and grinding herself against it as fast as she could as if to get every second of climax out of her body. Her hands came down on my breasts for support as she breathed out hard in orgasm, but stayed surprising quiet up until finally slowing down and falling forward onto me.

"You looked like you had fun," I whispered to her quickly. I'm not sure how much time had passed but I knew I shouldn't hang around to long.

"Did you?" Oslin asked, her hot panting breath against my neck.

"I did. I really did."

"I'm sorry if that makes it more confusing," she said, getting off me and sitting on the edge of her bed.

We started hearing noises approaching so Oslin put her dress back on quickly, sitting back in bed and pulling the blanket over the wet spot.

"It's ok," I said as she handed me a pair of shorts and a hoodie to wear. People started pouring in just as I had it zipped up, wishing I had something underneath.

"We can just pretend like this never happened, that may be best for the both of us," Oslin said. I think she maybe didn't want this getting out because of her little crush on Lizabet. I would find out the real reason later.

"Sure thing," I said, smiling and starting to walk away.

"Sarah," she called, before I left.

"Yes?" I turned back to her.

"If you ever do anything like this again, just be careful. Oh, and don't touch my sister." I laughed. Mariah and Oslin were protective of each other, but there's always a bit of sibling rivalry. So I was quite proud of the last thing I said before I left.

"Of course not, I've already been with the better model." That made the pretty blonde smile. Hopefully that self esteem boost makes up for my selfish usage of her. I also wished Oslin would have given Mariah the same warning about me sometime before I had eaten her out upside down. I began to turn away and head out when something caught my eye. Something I was amazed I hadn't noticed before.

On Oslin's ankle was a tattoo. A hummingbird.

As I made it back to the room, which was once again full of students. Mrs. Hewitt was announcing our bags were arriving and to change there or in the restrooms.

I saw Haley and Rain by their beds and immediately my mind went to the picture of Haley. She had been with Oslin. That much was clear. But...I don't know what that meant. It had to be one of them. Either Haley or Rain was the Queen, it just made sense, even if they were my closest friends.

Aphra walked with me as I made my way to my bed.

"I have your hint Sarah," she told me.

"Haley or Rain, it's one of them, it has to be, this is over," I blurted out to her. She smiled. Then laughed.

"Your friends Sarah?! Why would it be one of them."

"Say it."

She laughed again. "The Queen is neither Haley,nor Rain, ok? Oh you're next punishment should be real fun!" She said, and handed me a slip of paper with my hint on it before running off.

No. No, no no. It had to be one of them. But it wasn't.

I got to my bunk feeling like the world's worst friend. I stuffed the hint away in my bag. At the time I had no desire to think about the Queen. Whoever she was, she could really get into my head.

I went to the bathroom to change. I didn't have a new outfit to put on from my tormentors. So I got a pair of tempo shorts and a tight white tank just like they had me wearing earlier. This time I got to wear underwear and a sports bra though! I know, quite the luxury.

We were rounded up outside the bunks and Katie was once again standing tall in front of us on her boxes, blowing her whistle and announcing our groups.

I saw Oslin from the corner of my eye and was reminded of our time together. I wanted her lips on my breasts again. My orgasm had been fantastic but still only one. She had sucked at me and made me so aroused again. It would appear the orgasm I had been craving, been building up to, mostly served to just make me want more.

I pinched myself hard at the thought. I wouldn't become the way they wanted me. Also, I probably wouldn't get to come any time soon.

"Don't think you're safe with your group," Olive said to me, as she, Mariah, and Aphra appeared at my side, "we put together quite the group for you. Let's just say, they all have their own little...quirks."

"Kinks," Aphra corrected.

"She was trying to be coy," Mariah said.

Aphra laughed as she and Mariah were called away, "And I was being honest. You're in for a ride Sarah!"

I wasn't phased. How bad could it really be?

Well, it wasn't good.

My group was called. Katie was our counselor. None of the people in my group, most of which I considered friends, have appeared yet in this recounting. But we'll learn about them as they become important.

"Alright group!" Katie said, putting pulling her pony tail through the hole of her cap, "We get to start the day with the hike!"

My group groaned.

"Oh c'mon everyone, I know we all like the spas and springs, but they'll feel even better after a day of fun! And at the top we'll do some ice breakers and I'll get to know you all!"

We followed her to the start of the trail. I drifted to the back of the group, isolating myself. I didn't trust anybody.

And I was right to be cautious, but caution didn't stop the next girl's approach.

I felt a hand on my butt and turned to see a member of my group I had missed. Gale.

"Hey Sarah," she said squeezing my backside.

"Gale, I.." I wasn't sure what to say. I had two main workout buddies whenever I got the chance to go to the gym. One was Lizabet some days, but most of the time it was Gale. She was my friend...but I suppose my other tormentors had been too.

Gale, real name Gugu, but she hated that, is about my height. Her skin was a beautiful hazelnut everywhere. I'd seen her naked in showers before. She had large breasts that, technically had the same bra size as me, but were more large discs closer to her chest than my rounded ones. She had wide full and thick legs down to feet where she always had some kind of fun toe nail painting. Her hair is very curly and mix of dark brown and caramel colors, and she had it up in a bun.

I swallowed as she hooked her arm in mine and we walked together to the start of the trail.

"Ok!" Katie announced to us, "There's the easy path, which I'm sure most of y'all will take, and the hard path. But before y'all make a decision, just know there is a refreshing little pool at the top of the hard path with refreshing, cool water that you're encouraged to dip your feet into, and it's beautiful up there. Soooo who wants to take the hard path?!" Our cute leader raised up her arm but no one joined her. She sighed, but smiled through the disappointment. "Alright, everyone pick a buddy and let's go!"

I started to move but Gale held me back as the rest of our group paired off and followed Katie up the easy path.

"We haven't been to the gym in a while," she said, "let's try the hard path. How bad can it be?"

I rolled my eyes and started up the easy path, but she grabbed me by the shorts and pulled me along with her for the hard path. It was worth a shot I suppose, but I knew I would end up following her.

So we trudged along the path, the contents of our backpacks shifting with each step as I wondered if anyone would come looking for us. Gale stayed in front of me most of the time, her tiny tennis skirt swaying along, giving me peaks at the bottom of her cheeks. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, with Oslin's hair tie that I truly had needed, as we walked.

The path was tough, steep and not very well paved, but we eventually made it to the top and I almost felt normal. The air was cool and the sun was seeping in light, but most of it was blocked by the tall trees. It was a beautiful day and I felt like I was just hiking with my friend.

Then we reached the pool.

It was more of a pond really, maybe one foot deep, but the water was clear and spotless, not even a twig in sight in it.

Gale reached into her bag and pulled out a giant towel to lay out, sitting on it. I stood there for a moment but then joined her, happy to be seated. I swear it was the size of a twin sized blanket.

We took off our shoes and dipped our feet into the water. It really was as nice and refreshing as Katie had advertised.

Gale then pulled out a tiny box, opening it and pulling out a bar of soap. She also took out a little hand towel and tossed it over her shoulder. She dipped her hands inside the water and rubbed the soap on them a little, before handing it to me.

"Clean your hands," she told me as she did the same. I was confused but it was definitely the easiest request that had been made of me that day, so I did it, setting the soap beside me when I was done. Gale leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes, enjoying the water and breeze.

"Now could you take off your shorts?" she asked, but really commanded, of me, as if it was some casual remark.

"Wait no," I said, "someone might see us."

She smiled. "Yeah," she said nonchalantly, the tiny silver ball of her small tongue ring shining out with each word, "they might."

My beautiful black friend just looked at me for a while with her big brown eyes, so I had to eventually do as she said, standing up on the towel and pulling off my shorts before setting myself back down in my underwear, feet in the water. I sat up straight with my legs close together to keep her seeing as little as possible.

Gale then rose and walked in the water for a moment before turning and crouching right in front of me, her head about level with my breasts, her tennis skirt barely an inch from touching the water.

She took my hands and held them up, palms facing her, and licked my right one from heel to middle finger tip.

I shivered and pulled back a little but she gently held me in place. She gave the same lick to my left hand, before taking my right hand in her hands and massaging it. She took my index finger of my left hand and sucked it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed my finger, tongue swirling around it, lips vacuuming it with fervor.

It felt...kind of nice actually. And the more she did it, the nicer it felt. She licked my palm, let her tongue flow between my fingers, sucked each finger, and it all seemed to send sensations up my arms and made my neck and face feel warm.

"Is that nice?" She asked.

"Y-yeah, it kinda is," I answered.

She gently dropped my hands into my lap and picked up the soap next to me. Still in her crouch, Gale waddled a few steps back before dropping to her knees and letting her skirt dip into the water a little.

She grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up out of the water.

"Hold," she said. I held my legs like that, my heels hovering on the water's surface. She took the soap and starting to rub it on my feet, cleaning them. She tossed the soap back next to me and rubbed the suds in with her hands , massaging my feet as she did. Her thumbs dug into my arches, she stretched my toes back, she pressed on my heels.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and enjoy her kind attention. It wasn't really sexual, just felt nice. And safe.

She dipped my feet into the water for a little while, washing the soap off of them. She brought them back out and dabbed them a little with her hand towel.

"I'm not like the others Sarah, we're just gonna have fun, ok?" She held one foot, allowing the right one to fall into the water. "How's that now that it's drier, tickle a little?"

I watched her. "No it's fine. Feels kinda nice."

Gale smiled and hummed to herself a little, satisfied. Then her tongue came out and licked my pinky toe.

I pulled my leg back slightly but she held on. She didn't have to hold on too tight though, I didn't pull to hard.

"Uhh! What the fff- what're you doing?" I complained.

She pressed her hand where she had just licked and moved her palm around, spreading the wetness slightly. "Oh c'mon, I'm just trying to make you feel good that's all." Her voice was low and sultry.