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She picked up her blue dress from the deck (when had she dropped it?) and pulled it over her head. She walked over to Kitten, patted her on her ass and kissed her cheek, "I'll bhave to take a rain check on that."
Kitten kissed her back, leaning over the girl to do it, grinding the fake cock as far into her as it would go, "If you want to, I'll take her place for you."
"I'll keep that in mind," Heather said as she went around to raise the girl's head, she was panting from the strain on her sex.
"What's her name?" Heather asked.
"Who cares?" Catherine said.
Heather found Jaime and Solique at the base of the deck. They were sprawled across a set of multicolored towels. A nude, olive-skinned woman with long salt-and-pepper hair swayed slowly in the sand before them. It was a languid dance, rolling at the hips and describing slow circles in the air.
Solique saw her American friend and held out her arms for Heather's embrace, "How have you been?"
"Wonderful," she kissed the redhead and then Jaime, in turn. "I need your help."
"What's going on?" Jaime asked.
The dancing woman stopped and kneeled next to Jaime on the towels. She smiled to Heather as she reached down to stroke the boy's cock.
"Heather, this is Meliha," Solique said as she mashed her breasts into Heather's back. "She's been waiting all afternoon to suck Jaime's cock. Meliha, this is Heather, she got her traseira fucked for the first time today."
The woman smiled and said something in a language she didn't recognize. Heather hoped the older woman didn't understand a single word of English. It wouldn't last.
"At my house in Skiathos I have a young gardener named Damon," she said with a rich, Arabic roll in her tones. "After I pay him at the end of the month he takes me into his shed and has me. He doesn't wash at all beforehand."
"Sounds like my arrangement with Ms. Maas," Jaime said. "Except about the washing."
Heather suspected she was somewhere in her 50's. Her black pubic hair had been shaved into a neat v-shape. Jaime had hardened considerably under Meliha's slick hand. The woman continued to stroke his cock, "Last week he put me on my knees and fucked my ass. He is a sweet boy, but his cock is so thick."
"Did he hurt you?" Solique asked.
"No, but it took a long time," Meliha said. "That and we weren't in the shed; he put me down in a new flowerbed. My dress was ruined and the neighbors have complained."
Heather thought for a second. She wondered how long she would wait before taking Jaime into her mouth. She stared at the woman's hand. She imagined herself, a rich woman living on a Greek island, being brutally violated by a servant, her nice white dress covered in mud and her face....
"There was something you needed, Anjo?" Solique licked the American girl's ear.
"Oh, yeah. I need Jaime to come with me," she said as she stood up.
"Hey!" said Meliha.
"You can have him back in a little while," Heather said. "There's something I need him to do."
Heather and Jaime walked into the cool lower balcony on the second story of Sabine's beautiful home. She passed through a couple of small hallways, carefully sculpted to deaden sound. After just 20 paces she couldn't hear the party going on downstairs.
She turned the corner into the main room. There was a large bed along the right side of the room and a bathroom on the left. The room was a bit dark, the overhanging balcony on the next level kept most of the sun's light out.
There, sitting on the corner of the bed, was a young girl. She had short, brown hair that spiked and strayed in random directions. She was wearing a dress like Heather's except it was a pearlescent white. Her hands fidgeted in her lap.
Heather leaned in the doorway, "Eva?"
The girl's head snapped up violently and nearly leapt to her feet. She had large eyes and full lips, the bounce beneath her dress hinted at a well-developed chest. Eva stared at Heather with something like fear.
This won't do, Heather thought. "Eva, honey. I'm Heather. And this is Jaime."
The girl didn't move. Heather walked over to the bed, sat down and patted the mattress next to her. Eva sat back down, leaving ample space between them.
"I'm not going to bite you," she said.
"I want to do this," the girl said, her accent was thick. She took a very deep breath (Heather smelled a faint waft of alcohol), pulled the dress over her head and thrust her naked chest toward Heather.
Eva's breasts weren't as large as they had seemed, but they were very high. It was then that Heather realized the girl was a few years younger than she was. She also noticed Eva had her eyes cranked shut tight.
Heather leaned in and kissed the girl on her nose. Eva opened her eyes to see the American girl was holding her face in both hands, "We'll get there, sweetness. We'll get there."
With that, she kissed her nose again, then her cheeks, then her chin and her forehead before finally resting on her lips. With careful pressure she worked her tongue into the girl's mouth. They rocked back and forth for a second while Heather ran her fingers up her back.
Heather backed off a bit, causing Eva to lean in to continue the kiss. She slid her hand upward and cupped her breast, drawing a squeak from the girl. Heather took both breasts in her hands and rolled them gently.
"You said you want to do this, Eva. What is it you want to do?" Heather asked, and motioned Jaime to come sit next to them on the bed.
Eva's wide eyes looked into Heather's, as if she thought she could find the answer to the question there, rather than inside herself.
"Do you want sex?" Heather asked, and the moment the words fell out of her mouth, she knew they sounded blunt. Eva nodded.
"Have you ever?"
"A couple of times," she whispered. "But I don't think I was doing it right."
That was all Jaime needed to hear. He stroked the girl's thigh, and when she didn't stop him, he wiggled one finger inside her panties, and began to lightly touch her, sliding between her moist folds.
Heather tried unsuccessfully to keep her lips from curling up into a smile, but she managed to hold in the laughter.
"Why do you think that you weren't doing it right?"
Eva shrugged.
"Is it because your lover didn't ummm finish?"
Eva shook her head. "No, that's not it."
"Then what?"
"Well," Eva whispered, "I didn't. I don't think I did. I mean it was nice but I don't think I....well, how would I know if I...."
"How would you know if you had an orgasm? Oh, Eva, you would know. But that doesn't mean you failed."
"Yes I did," Eva said. "I should be able to...."
"Did it occur to you that your lover failed you?" Jaime asked. His finger found her clitoris, and when he touched it, she gasped.
"See what I mean?" Jaime said. "He didn't do that, did he?"
Eva shook her head.
Heather flopped backward onto a pile of pillows and held her arm out, inviting Eva to rest her head there. And she did.
Jaime also stretched out on the bed, on the other side of Eva.
"What are you doing here?" Jaime asked the girl. "How did you wind up here?" As she began to tell her story, he pushed her panties down a bit so he could continue to touch her while she talked.
Eva explained that she had taken a summer job as a nanny for a couple, Helen and Robert, in the States. Her aunt, Sabine, knew them. They were nice, she said. Good parents. Lots of money. Beautiful home. The family regularly took off on weekends, and she had run of the house. She had made friends with the boy that came every week to clean the pool, and the two of them wound up dating. Then more. He was the boy who had been her lover.
Until Eva's employers brought her into the study one afternoon and closed the door behind them, popped a tape into the VCR and Eva was mortified to see herself, in grainy black and white, on the screen. Closed circuit television in every room of the house, they explained. She had quite a weekend while they were away, didn't she? They were angry with her.
For 45 minutes, they scolded her about behaving appropriately in their home, all the while on the screen behind them, Eva was watching herself squirm underneath the pool boy, her brow furrowed and sweaty. Rough pictures of her trying awkwardly to suck the boy's cock.
The worst was when she watched him on the screen, as he slowly and tentatively put his face between her thighs. She remembered how he flicked her clit lightly with just the tip of his tongue. He backed away from her, and tried again, flicking lightly with just the tip, then as soon as she pushed her hips up toward him, trying to let him know to press harder, use more tongue, something, anything....
He backed away and gave up.
"He didn't like it. I must taste....well, maybe I don't taste good." It was the most frustrating two minutes of her life.
She was humiliated, and seeing it on film made it even worse.
"Eva," explained Helen, "It's not so much that we mind that you had a lover in your own room. It's just that .... Well, it was the pool boy for God's sake."
The rant then took a turn somewhere else. She was a nanny, a professional, a trusted person who is welcome in the most intimate parts of their home and in their life. You can't go around fucking the pool boy, they told her.
Finally, Robert offered an end to the conversation, as well as redemption. They wouldn't send her home to Germany and they wouldn't tell her parents.
"You want to fuck? Go stay with your aunt for the rest of the summer. She'll tell you all about that and at least she'll make sure you're fucking the right people."
The next morning she was on a plane to Brazil.
She hadn't seen Sabine since she was a little girl. Something about her being "inappropriate" said her parents. But they never told her why.
She arrived yesterday, and slept most of the day. This morning when she woke, the house was full of guests and liquor and food and fucking. Her aunt had told her there would be guests, and she should enjoy herself. Apparently Robert and Helen mentioned something about finding the video tape, but Sabine was mistaken and thought Eva and the boy had filmed themselves, rather than being caught.
"God, she thinks I'm like her friends," Eva said, bursting into tears.
"Well," Jaime said. "We are. Heather and I. We're like them."
Eva stopped crying. "I didn't mean that. I didn't mean.... Oh I'm sorry."
"So what do you want now?" Heather asked. "Do you want to be like them, like Sabine's friends? Or do you want what you had with the pool boy? What is it you want?"
Eva was quiet.
"Let me put it this way: Do you want Jaime perhaps? Or me? A boy or a girl?"
Eva thought for a moment and smiled.
"Both. I want both."
"Well alright. That we can help you with," Heather said.
Heather kissed her. Slowly and deeply. Jaime put his fingers under Eva's chin and turned her head away from Heather. He slid one finger, slick from Eva's pussy, into his mouth and said, "You taste very good to me. You try," he said, sliding the his middle finger between her lips. "See?"
He was right, Eva thought. Salty, a little sweet.
"Let me try some," Heather said, and slowly moved between Eva's thighs. Her soft hair fell on Eva's belly and it tickled, but when Heather's tongue landed on Eva's swollen clit, Eva stopped giggling.
"The pool boy was an idiot," Heather thought. Eva smelled sweet and fresh. Her full bush was soft and fine and perfectly shaped, and Heather pressed her nose in it while she pressed her tongue hard against Eva's clit.
Heather's fingers parted Eva's folds, and her tongue worked her clit until Eva began to squirm and moan.
"I think she's ready for you," Heather said, and Jaime let Eva's nipple fall out of his mouth.
He positioned himself over her between her legs, and slowly pushed inside her. She was already so wet, and when he buried himself deep into her Eva gasped and sighed and moved underneath him. She wrapped her legs around Jaime's waist and pulled him hard against her. Heather kissed Eva on the mouth and pulled at her nipples.
Eva was grinding and pressing hard against Jaime. Her hands grabbed his ass, and she was pulling him toward her.
Eva was getting close, Heather thought.
"Are you close? Are you going to cum?" Heather whispered.
Eva nodded. "Mmmmm hmmmm." It was too much for Jaime. He had been turned on before he even came into the house, and had spent nearly an hour stretched out on the bed with the naked girls, and now this -- fucking Eva, the closest thing to a virgin he'd ever had. He could feel Eva begin to shake, and her pussy was clamping hard around his cock. Now, he thought. Right now, and he let loose his climax inside her.
Eva's legs were shaking, and Jaime rolled off her.
"There," Heather said. "Now you've really had sex. And now you're like us."
Eva's smile turned into a giggle and her giggle turned into a laugh.
"Yes. I guess I should stay away from the pool boys."
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