Anonymous

My first lay

We were walking down a very busy street when we noticed two very pretty girls eyeing us. We smiled at them and they blushed and returned our smiles. We at once saw that they were not street walkers and also that by their looks neither was more than eighteen or nineteen years old at most.

French they answered us in perfect English; we were pleasantly suprised at this, and asking them to join us in a bit off refreshment they agreed.

As we sat sipping our drinks they told us their names were Denise and Olivette de Mauverlin, cousins attending a young lady's academy in a village about ten kilometers distant from the city and had to be back on a train that left shortly. We asked them if we could accompany them, and they coquettishly told us to suit ourselves.

"But," Denise added, "we would like to have you, and I am sure we can manage to see you thisevening. ing the local train with them were soon on our way.

After three stops we arrived at our station and got off. We walked with them to the school, which we found to be a cluster of large old stone buildings entirely walled on all sides.

They took us down a blind street to a small gate in the wall and told us they would meet us there at eight that evening. It was five when they left us, and with three hours to dispose of did all we could to make time pass the quicker.

We were at the appointed spot fully a half hour ahead of the time and after a short wait the girls noiselessly opened the gate and let us slip into the grounds. We were warned to be as quiet as possible as they were going to take us to their room, where it would be safer for all of us. We went up a back stairs to the third floor and there entered their room.

After entering the room the door was locked and all of the lights extinquished except a small desk lamp, lighted the place enough for us to see each other. This was the girl's idea as they said they had seen some sights in the other buildings in the past.

We sat side by side on the beds of the two girls, I with Olivette and Tom with Denise. I soon had my arms about her and she was reciprocating the gentle kisses and caresses I was bestowing on her face and neck (I had not had any connections with the opposite sex since I left Isabella, as I never could stand an out and out prostitute.

You can imagine the feelings aroused by this beautiful girl. She clung to me lovingly and as I let my tongue glide between her lips I could feel her body tremble with purient emotion.

My hands found the swell of her breasts and she aided me iu freeing them from her clothing for my gaze. I was enraptured by the sight of the small firm mounds of pink tipped loveliness and lost no time in covering them with kisses. I disentangled myself from her arms for a moment to take off my leggings and shoes.

We lay down and she snuggled to my side. My hand again wandering, explored her plump hips, and stole down to the hem of her skirt. She again assisted me by setting up her hips and slipping from the top of the dress, lay down and raised her hips and slipped it from her. She had on now only a thin chemise, the folds of which I soon had about her neck, and leaning on my elbow viewed her perfect plump form.