Two (18 year old) Girls

Cleft gasped as the lip-servant stripped off the tall girl's bra and briefs - denuding her:

Kaitlyn Hart was easily the most beautiful girl that she had ever had the pleasure to stalk.

For once in her, shallow, life, Madison Hendricks was lost for words, such was the nature of Kait's twin imperfections: the scar over her mouth, remnants of her hair lip, the raised blue varicose vein: her vascular graffiti: which crept over her floppy right breast, swelling her nipple. The imperfections enhanced her natural beauty, her healthy ruddy complexion, the smooth silkiness of her skin, her astonishingly shapely physique. Maddie wanted to kiss her scar, to lightly run her soft fingertips along her bulging vein. But Kait was having none of it. She ran up to the flooded cellar, abandoning her stunned mate,

'Come on! Let's go for a swim!'

Maddie stooped and picked up her soiled clothing, in litter-picker fashion, 'I can't swim!'

'Then stand on the steps and wash yourself. You look like a tramp!' called Kait.

'A lovely tramp, though,' she added, joyfully, 'My precious little tramp.'

I love you so much, Maddie mused, You're always so kind to me.

It was time for the two girls to splash around naked in the water. Kait perched with all her toes clasping the rough edge of the makeshift swimming pool estimating correctly that the water was little more than two feet deeper than her height. She dived in headfirst. Her friend watched, admiring her as she scythed through the crystal-clear water as far as the steps, rolled underwater, then swam back to her. Kait trod water for her, spoke in sputters,

'It's really warm! Come on in!'

Madison shook her head in disbelief, 'No way! It can't be warm. It's still only Spring!'

'Don't believe me then. Come in and feel it for yourself.'

With that Kait about turned and struck out for the steps. Her lovechild was waiting there, dipping her toes in the water. Kait was right. The water was warm. Mads sat on the stairs, enjoying her natural bath,

Perhaps there's a warm water inlet to the lake. Hang on! This is a cellar, not a duckpond!

She rubbed the horrid khaki stains out of her clothes, rinsing them off in the clean water, got up, and padded to the summerhouse, leaving her idol to enjoy her swim. There were no familiar forest sounds, she noticed, no animal rustling leaves or birdsong. Her paradise was perfectly at peace, at one with her sense of wellbeing, her emotional fulfilment, her overwhelming happiness. Maddie had never felt so free. She quickly strung her clothing along the metal trellis to dry in the sun, ready for later, when the two girls returned home - without her shoes and socks,

'Try explaining that to mummy and daddy,' she tutted.

Someone, close by, laughed at her. Laughter, coming from the hidey-hole. Cruel laughter. Taunting her. Jeering at her. Scolding her for being such a stupid girl. Maddie ran away.

Don't look back, girl! Don't look back!

Kait was partially submerged, sitting on the cellar steps, rubbing her neck, when Maddie appeared, panting heavily, unfit, out of breath. She said, before the other girl could speak,

'I've been bitten. Don't worry. It's only a scratch. Probably just a mozzie.'

Her little tramp ignored her, bending at the waist, hands on hips, gathering her breath,

'I think we're being watched.'

Kait instinctively covered her breasts with her hands and slunk down into the water, like a scared hippo in retreat only smaller. She smiled to herself. So, they had a secret admirer? Someone had witnessed their exotic schoolgirl burlesque, her denouement by Maddie. She sighed,

Wonder who he is? Probably some crafty old bugger escaped from the local care home!

It wouldn't have been the first time that she'd attracted the attention of older, mature men.

'Where?' she said.

Maddie wrung her hands, and shifted from foot-to-fit, nervous, glancing over her shoulder at the gap in the rhododendrons. The hidey-hole was empty. There was no-one there. A solitary light aircraft flew overhead. A mild breeze blew, rippling the surface of the pool, chilling her damp head of hair. She heard a sharp crack -- a dead branch broken underfoot? The birds sang their hearts out. The treetops swayed in the breeze. The forest came back to life. Maddie began to wonder if her imagination had played tricks on her all along. She did have a hyperactive imagination, childish dreams, subliminal excursions into her own private la-la land. When she felt emotionally vulnerable. When she was Kait's child. Truth be told, she felt a bit stupid,

'I thought I heard laughter in the forest,' she said, flushing, 'I thought I heard someone laughing at me.'

'Laughter? At you, Mads?'

'Mm.'

Her mate was intrigued, 'What kind of laughter?'

'Horrid laughter.'

'Why would anyone laugh at you?' asked Kait, her face splitting in a mildly amused grin.

Madison threw up her hands and stared at the sky, which was clouding over, like her face,

'Don't believe me, do you?'

'I'd say you're imagining things. You do imagine a lot don't you?'

Maddie clasped her hands behind her back and swayed, blushing profusely, the little girl who is caught red-handed stealing candy from a sweet shop,

'I suppose so.'

'You're filthy! Come into the pool and let me bathe you.'

The mood changed to sultry, steamy, soporific. The urchin entered the pool, desperate for Kait's touch, longing for her kiss. She sat between her lover's smooth legs and slid into the warm water, right up to her neck,

'Tilt your head back, so that I can wash your hair.'

Maddie relaxed as Kait washed all the muck and pondweed, a dead water boatman, and a live pond skater out of her manky brown hair, loving the sensation of her fingers rubbing her scalp. She closed her eyes and dreamed as Kait explored her earlobes, her cheeks, her thin smiling lips with her fingertips, hearing her quietly murmur,

'Sit on my lap.'

Maddie shifted herself up the stairs, sat on her lover's lap, then opened her mouth to admit her tongue. They kissed deeply, throatily, drinking each other's saliva, tickling tongues: tasting their palates, making their tonsils twitch. After several, breathless moments, Kait whispered,

'I love you, girl.'

She ran her hands lightly over Maddie's full off-white breasts, cleansing them, pausing to tease her dusky rose nipples, stiffening her tiny red teats making her gasp with pleasure. Ploughing, delving, deeper, massaging her flat tummy, probing her deep navel, squeezing her taut abs, caressing her soft hairy mound, tenderly, gently, fingering, parting, entering, her lover's intimate cleft.

This is why I live, mused Madison, her body sensitizing, tingling, I live for her, for Kait.

'Oh, that feels good,' the young girl moaned, 'That feels so good.'

The clouds burst, a summer shower, ripples formed around their bodies as Kait made love to her childhood sweetheart. They didn't care wet, naked, in love. Kaitlyn made her wish,

If only we could stay here, in love, forever.

The rain teemed down in stair rods making it hard for Maddie to breathe. She began to panic. Kait read the alarm in her lover's eyes. Maddie was prone to panic in extreme rain, when under extreme pressure. It was the child in her, her little girl mentality, struggling to cope with the real world. Kait removed her hand,

'Let's get you inside, girl,' she said, lovingly, 'I can love you inside.'

Maddie gasped, seeing stars, her head spinning with love, their intimacy, 'Must we?'

'You can love me, too?'

The two girls separated. They stood. They climbed the stairs out of the flooded cellar and raced through the pouring rain, through the garden. To the summerhouse! The trees were a hazy blur of dark and light green, the grass was soaking wet, slippery under their feet, the salmon pink roses hung their heads in shame, withering under the onslaught of the driving rain. The girls ran for the summerhouse, oblivious to their saturated surroundings, oblivious to their clothing which lay strewn across the freshly mown lawn, or hanging on the trellis, soaking wet. They mounted the four steps to the veranda, pulled open the door, and stepped inside. It was dark inside. There were no windows. Kait left the door wide open, so that they could see each other.

Inside the summerhouse, lying on the bare wooden floorboards, was a single mattress. A shock - or a pleasant surprise?

It was Maddie who broke the silence,

'I wonder who lives here?'

Kait assessed the mattress: pink-and-white stripes, spotlessly clean, wide enough for two,

'Search me! A tramp? No, this is too good for a tramp.'

She looked around her. Other than the mattress, the room was empty. There was a dry, musty smell, the smell of dust when the covers are removed from furniture in a disused room. It struck Kait that the summerhouse hadn't been occupied for ages.

So why the mattress?

She felt Maddie's soft hand give her forearm a gentle squeeze, felt her hold her hand, her child,

'P'rhaps we should go home, Kait.'

The rain pummelled down on the veranda. Kait sang slowly as if she were in a trance,

'It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...'

Maddie chuckled. Kait was playing games with her! She loved it when Kait played games,

'He went to bed, and bumped his head, and couldn't get up in the morning!'

Kait smiled her twisted smile and led her lover to the mattress. She let go of her hand,

'We can't go home in this rain, can we? Let's go to bed until the rain has gone away.'

She lay down on her back with her arms outstretched, her pendulous breasts heaving with excitement,

'Lie on top of me, girl,' she murmured.

Maddie went to her, lay on top of her, brushed the copper kiss curl off Kait's face. They kissed, open-mouthed, in the French-style. Kait took the girl to her breast, suckling her, as if she were a new-born babe. Maddie ran her tongue along the length of Kait's varicose vein, loving the sensation of the swelling on the tip of her tongue, as her mouth reached her nipple. Kait cupped her fat breast for her lover, so that she could feed her, feed her babe. Maddie slathered, slobbered, and licked Kait's rose pink nipple, teasing her realm of tiny teatlets, sucking voraciously on her corky teat. Kait whispered sensually while she fed her,

'Lie on top of me, the other way round.'

She unlatched her babe from her breast and gently forced her off. Maddie clambered into her new position: lying on top of Kait with her head between her lover's thighs. Kait put her arms around Maddie's waist, holding her in place. They kissed each other, deeply, in their most intimate places.

Cleft stood in the doorway, watching the two girls make love, watching the tall girl, Kait, pressed against her lover. There would be plenty of time for her to touch and play with her afterwards. She had all the time in the world for beautiful Kait. Not for the sexy girl, though. She didn't fancy the clumsy, childish, sexy, little, girl at all, only wanted Kait.

She slammed the door and locked it.

Maddie raised her head from between Kait's thighs, 'Why has it gone so dark?'

It wasn't just dark inside the summerhouse. The wooden shack was pitch black, without a shaft of light. It was impossible for the girls to see each other, only feel, they could feel.

Kait relaxed her grip on her lover's waist, 'The door must've blown shut in the wind.'

'But there isn't any wind?'

'Then it must've shut itself.'

'I'm scared.'

Kait hugged her girl as best she could, then eased her off her, feeling her weight removed, 'Don't be scared, Mads. We'll soon get out. Then we'll put on our clothes and go home.'

'Our wet clothes,' Maddie corrected, getting to her feet.

'Yes, our wet clothes,' Kait reflected gloomily, then brightened, 'Things could be worse.'

'How, Kait? How could things be worse? Shut up in this horrible place, nothing to see, nothing to eat or drink, no clothes to wear. I want us to get out of this dump and go home.'

Kait clambered to her feet and searched for a tell-tale chink in the wall, feeling blindly with her hands,

'Feel along the wall until you find the door, then push. Ouch!'

Maddie's voice, in the dark, 'What's the matter?'

'I've got a splinter in my finger.'

'Oh, no Kait!'

'Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait!'

'Stop it, Maddie!'

'It isn't me! It isn't me!'

'Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait!'

'Stop it! Stop it!' she screamed.

The mocking voice fell quiet. There was someone outside the summerhouse, mocking Kait. The sound of hysterical laughter, cruel laughter, outside. A woman's laugh, or the laugh of an effeminate man. They heard her laugh cruelly. Both of them heard her laugh, this time,

'Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait! Oh, no Kait!'

'Stop It! Stop It!' they screamed. The voice fell quiet then nothing. They were alone.

Kait cried, 'No! Come back! Come back! Let us out! Let us out!'

The two girls beat their fists on the splinter-wood wall, making a terrible din, screaming their heads off. Cutting and bruising their fists. Kicking at the wall, furiously. Cutting and bruising their bare feet. Screaming themselves hoarse. Kait felt Maddie's body sag against hers, felt her giving up all hope, despairing,

'What are we going to do? What are we going to do? We can't stay here! Can't stay here!'

'Someone will find us,' Kait assured her.

'Who? Who will find us? You told me no-one would ever find us here. You told me that!'

The darkness, the hard drumming of rain upon the veranda, the onset of panic in her babe, tipped Kait over the crazy edge, the ridge of hysteria; it was Kait who lost her cool, lashing out at her mate, shaking her by the bare shoulders, slapping her cute little pixie face,

'Shut up, Mads! Shut up!'

Maddie started to cry. They both did. The two girls slumped to the ground, wondering if they would ever be found.

*****

It was left to Cleft to tie up all the loose ends. She picked Maddie's clothing off the metal trellis, then gathered Kaitlyn's clothing off the muddy ground, tying it up in a wet bundle, destined for the clothing bank that she passed on the way home. The hungry and the poor would appreciate the white cotton shirts, their swaying polyester skirts, in the heat of the desert, maybe not their bras and panties. She disposed of them, burying them under the heavy logs in the swollen, muddy, woodland pool.

Then, she made her way to the forest path - and home!