At the end of the fourth day of Emma's stay, the weather broke with a tumultuous thunderstorm which brought all four teenagers from their beds, to watch the lightning crack the dark night sky. The morning dawned cloudy and grey with that incessant drizzle for which Britain is so unfortunately famous.

After breakfast, the foursome found themselves at something of a loss. Natasha's suggestion of a game of Monopoly was not particularly well received by anyone, but lacking a suitable alternative they got out the board and settled down on the floor in Andrew's bedroom. Slowly, but surely, Natasha drove the rest of them into bankruptcy as usual.

'I've never known luck like it,' sighed Emma as she mortgaged her last property to pay her rent,

having landed on one of Natasha's Mayfair Hotels.

'It's pretty typical,' said Andrew, sitting up straight and yawning, 'Come on then, it must be about time for lunch.'

The meal was over, and it was still raining. Natasha's offer of a further game of Monopoly was firmly

rejected by all her companions. Fortunately, there was a comedy film on television so they

watched that instead.

'How about a game of Scrabble?' asked Natasha after supper.

'Can you spell?' enquired Toby.

'Not too badly,' she admitted.

'Does she always win at Scrabble too?' asked Emma of Andrew.

'Well ...,' he replied thoughtfully, 'I seem to remember a time once, back in 1964 I think it was when she didn't.'

This provoked gales of laughter and the Scrabble board was duly produced. In fact, it was Emma who won the first round and Andrew the second, although admittedly Natasha came a close second on both occasions.

'Does anybody else fancy a coffee?' asked Andrew, as Toby collected up the tiles off the board after the second game.

'I'll put the kettle on,' said Natasha, rising from her chair and going across the kitchen to fill it with fresh water.

'You know, this really is the most amazing place,' declared Emma, 'Ever since I've been here I've felt as if I'm a million miles away from the outside world.'

'I know what you mean,' nodded Toby, 'I feel the same way too. It's hard to believe that in only a couple of weeks, we'll be back at school, let alone that we'll be in the Lower Sixth form at last.'

It's going to feel very different only studying three subjects, after the eight that we had to do for our "O" level exams this year,' observed Natasha.

'It should be a piece of cake really,' said Andrew, 'I particularly like the fact that we won't have any more external exams until our "A" levels in two years' time. That seems like a long way off at the moment.'

'Have you decided what you're going to do when you leave school yet, Toby?' asked Emma

'Well, Mum has her heart set on me being a solicitor, like her brother, so I'm going to have to study Law at University,' sighed Toby, 'Though to tell the truth my heart isn't really in it. It seems so dry and dusty somehow.'

'That's tough,' said Andrew, 'At least I'm looking forward to studying architecture and of course, Natty's going to be a world famous nuclear physicist, so that's her career path all mapped out too.'

'How about you, Em?' asked Toby.

'Well, I've always been artistic,' replied the pretty sixteen-year-old brunette, 'So I'm taking Art and History of Art for "A" level. People say that there's good money to be made in graphic design, but to tell the truth I rather like the idea of going into picture conservancy. It would mean working on the restoration of old masters, stuff like that.'

'I'm so looking forward to my seventeenth birthday next year,' said Toby.

'Oh,' laughed Andrew, 'This is the driving thing again, isn't it?'

'Yes, I can't wait to apply for my provisional licence.'

'Have you bought your "L" plates yet? I bet you have,' chuckled Andrew.

'No, not yet, but I did pick up a copy of the Highway code as soon as I finished taking my "O" levels,' admitted his friend, 'I've already started studying it and there's a lot to learn by the looks of things.'

The four of them sat around chatting away happily, as they drank their coffee. Toby, as always, found his best friend, together with his bright, quick-witted twin sister, wonderful company. He also continued to be charmed by the way that Emma seemed to be fitting into the little group so perfectly. Later, they moved through into the lounge to see what was on television. As Jackie and Tom were in the middle of watching a documentary that didn’t appeal to any of them, at that point they decided to go to bed instead.

Hearing Emma tell Natasha to use the bath first, Andrew casually suggested to Toby that he should have the first shower. Andrew then lay on his bed reading and Toby finished his ablutions and actually got into bed before his friend made any move to use the bathroom.

Natasha, too, was in bed by the time Emma got into the bath. She was deeply engrossed in a lurid erotic novel that she had found recently when unpacking an odd box that had been overlooked when they first moved house. She was so involved, in fact, that she didn’t notice that a fairly considerable time had elapsed before Emma appeared in her white cotton baby doll pyjamas and got into bed beside her.

'Ooh, your brother is simply gorgeous,' said Emma, lying back with a grin on her face like a Cheshire cat.

'Oh yes?' responded Natasha, somewhat vacantly, without taking her nose out of her book.

'Mmm ... and does he ever know how to kiss?'

'Oh yes?' said Natasha, looking round at her friend, her attention finally arrested.

'I don't know where he learnt to do it like that, but wow was it ever sexy.'

'Well well well,' chuckled Natasha. 'What have you been getting up to Emma Knight?'

'Oh nothing really,' replied Emma innocently.

Natasha looked at the clock on her bedside table.

'You took quite a long time to do "nothing really",' she observed drily.

'Well, when we finished in the bathroom Andrew turned off the light and then he said that he would like to kiss me good night.'

'So you let him.'

'Oh yes,' sighed Emma contentedly, 'It was lovely, especially when he touched my pussy.'

'He touched your pussy!' exclaimed Natasha, 'He's a fast worker. Do you mean he actually put his hand inside your pyjama bottoms?'

Emma giggled.

'At first, he put it on top of them. I think he wanted to find out what I'd do.'

'So, what did you do?'

'Sort of wriggled against it. Then he slipped his finger under the elastic and felt me properly. It was beautiful. It was so exciting that I thought I was going to explode. I got absolutely soaking wet between the legs. I felt his thingy go hard too. It was pressing against my side, but I couldn't quite get up the nerve to touch it.'

Natasha uttered a small involuntary cry, because unknown to Emma she had been masturbating gently while reading her sexy book. She had continued to do so even after her friend had got into bed. Emma's description of her erotic experience had merely served to heighten Natasha's arousal, which suddenly dissolved into an orgasm so intense that she couldn't quite manage to hide it.

'What’s the matter, Natasha?' asked Emma, looking at her friend in concern.

'Nothing,' gasped Natasha, 'Nothing at all.'

'Are you sure?' persisted Emma, 'You made an awfully funny noise and your face has gone all flushed.'

'Oh dear,' said Natasha, feeling her cheeks, 'So it has.'

'What happened to you?' demanded Emma.

'I was reading this sexy book and I just had an orgasm, that's all,' replied Natasha.

'Did you really? What was it like?' asked Emma, wide-eyed with fascination.

'Absolutely delicious! They always are.'

'Gosh! You mean you’ve had one before?' asked Emma enviously, 'You lucky thing. Why does it happen to you and not me do you think?'

Natasha sat up in bed and looked at her friend thoughtfully.

'Oh, Emma, so you don’t know then do you?'

'Know what?' Emma looked confused.

'Know how to give yourself an orgasm.'

'Give myself an orgasm?' repeated Emma, 'Sorry?'

'Orgasms don’t just turn up out of the blue,' explained Natasha, 'You have to make them happen. The reason I had one just now was because I was playing with myself.'

'Were you? Playing with yourself how?'

Natasha threw back the bedclothes.

'It's really easy once you know how. Watch,' she said and within a couple of minutes, she brought herself to a further climax.

'Oh my,' murmured Emma faintly, 'Oh my goodness me!' Without further ado, she ripped off the bottoms of her baby doll pyjamas and began to massage her vulva.

'I don't know if it'll be the same for you as it is for me,' said Natasha, 'But I think you'll find it nicer if you rub right at the top. You need to touch what's called your clitoris, you see. That’s the special sensitive bit of you that makes the orgasm happen.'

'Where at the top exactly?' demanded Emma.

Slipping her hand back between her legs to demonstrate, Natasha started to caress herself again.

Emma watched for a few moments and then tried to emulate Natasha’s action.

'I'm not sure I'm doing it right,' she muttered doubtfully.

'In that case, you can’t be,' said Natasha, and reaching across she placed her fingers on top of Emma’s and guided them upwards to locate her clitoris.

'Oh, my God!' moaned Emma at once and began to writhe against her hand, 'Wow, that feels just fabulous.'

'Heavens you’re wet!' giggled Natasha, drawing her hand away, 'That’s it. You’ve got it now. Just keep it rhythmical, that’s the secret.'

Emma whimpered softly as her fingers danced back and forth.

'Try going a bit faster,' suggested Natasha gently after a while.

'Yes!' gasped Emma, 'Better, it feels even better.'

On she went, rubbing across her clitoris first in circles and then in short up and down strokes, as her friend had shown her. Suddenly, quite without warning, she let out a shriek and went rigid from head to toe as she experienced her first climax ever.

'Excellent,' observed Natasha with great satisfaction, 'Now I think it’s time that I had another one.'

Emma lay weakly by her side watching while she brought herself quickly to a further peak.

'Go on,' she encouraged as her spasms subsided, 'Try another one yourself to make sure you can remember exactly what to do.'

Emma needed no further encouragement.

'Oh yes,' she sighed happily as she began to caress herself again, 'I can remember exactly what to do.'

It was just then that Natasha heard a slight sound and whirling around she was just in time to see the door to the bathroom move slightly. Leaping off the bed she wrenched the door open. Toby, who had been holding onto the handle on the other side, almost fell into the room.

'A spy!' hissed Natasha, 'Look, Emma, a miserable spy.'

'No, I wasn’t ... honestly ... I wasn’t spying. Really I wasn’t,' stuttered Toby.

'Hmm,' Natasha was obviously unconvinced, 'You looked as if you were spying to me. What do you think Emma?'

Her best friend had at first been mortified to have been caught masturbating, particularly by a boy. However, she had quickly realised that Toby seemed to be at a serious disadvantage in the situation, which caused her some amusement.

'Well, he certainly looked as if he was spying to me,' she agreed.

'How long had you been there, spy?' demanded Natasha.

'Only a few moments. Honestly,' replied Toby, quailing beneath her stern gaze.

'Long enough for you to get like that though,' sniffed Natasha, pointing at his penis which was fiercely erect.

'Umm ...,' Toby blushed furiously.

'Have you ever seen anything like it, Emma?' asked Natasha of her friend.

'No,' breathed Emma, who indeed had not, 'Doesn’t it get huge?'

Natasha frowned at her and shook her head slightly, hoping that in his embarrassment Toby would not notice the unintended compliment.

'How long?' she demanded, still pressing home her advantage.

'I saw you come,' admitted Toby and then bit his lip.

'Oh ho,' cried Natasha triumphantly, 'I thought as much.'

'I didn't mean to,' muttered Toby, looking plaintively at Emma for support, 'I only got up to have a pee and I saw that your light was still on, so I thought I'd come in for a chat. When I realised what you were doing I decided that I'd better not interrupt.'

'You didn't go straight back to bed though, did you?' cried Natasha accusingly.

'Well, no,' admitted the hapless Toby, twisting, his fingers together and looking thoroughly wretched. 'You see ...,' he tailed off.

'Oh yes,' said Natasha, 'I most certainly can see.'

Emma stifled a giggle and Natasha grimaced at her furiously. Once more Toby shot her a hopeful glance but she managed to resist the urge to break into fits of laughter and instead sat poker-faced on the bed.

'You are a low disgusting spy,' hissed Natasha, 'You will have to be punished. Don't you think so Emma?'

'Oh yes Natasha,' she agreed obediently.

Natasha held out her hand imperiously.

'Kiss my hand and say: "I'm sorry I spied on you Mistress Natasha",' she demanded. Meekly Toby did as he was told.

'Now do the same to Emma,' instructed Natasha, motioning for Emma to get to her feet.

Going over to her, Toby took her hand and kissed it tenderly.

'I’m very sorry I got caught spying on you, Mistress Emma,' he said contritely. That was perfectly true, of course, because he was definitely sorry that he had got caught!

'Now kiss my foot and say the same,' said Natasha.

Getting down onto his knees Toby kissed first one foot and then the other.

'I’m truly sorry I spied on you,' he mumbled.

'Now do the same to Emma.' instructed Natasha, who was enjoying herself enormously playing the dominatrix heroine of her dirty book.

'And you, Emma, er... I mean Mistress Emma,' said Toby, kissing her feet reverently.

'Actually, I don’t think that you’ve been humiliated nearly enough yet, spy,' declared Mistress Natasha, 'What do you think, Mistress Emma?'

'I suppose not,' agreed Emma, wondering exactly where the little game was going next.

It wasn’t long before she found out.

'Kiss my breasts and tell me you’re sorry, Toby Adamson,' ordered Natasha.

'Oh, Mistress Natasha, I’m so so sorry,' breathed the delighted Toby, doing as he was bid with great enthusiasm.

'Now mine,' giggled Emma, pulling up the top of her baby-doll pyjamas.

Leaning forward, Toby kissed each of her dark pink nipples tenderly. She gave a little shiver of pleasure.

'Spy!' cried Natasha, 'Your punishment isn’t working. You’ve gone as hard as anything again.'

'I’m awfully sorry Mistress Natasha,' replied Toby, clapping his hands over his rampant member, 'I just couldn’t help it. I’ve never kissed a girl’s breasts before. Should I do it again? I do promise I’m sorry, honest.'

'Perhaps you’d better than,' agreed the pretty blonde girl, offering her breasts for further attention.

Toby repeated the procedure which of course did nothing at all to dispel his excitement.

'This really won't do at all,' said Natasha, 'You aren't looking in the least bit sorry so I shall have to humiliate you completely.'

Emma looked at her friend in astonishment, unable for the life of her to fathom out what was going on in Natasha's mind.

'Now what shall we do with you, you miserable object?' asked Natasha.

'I don’t know Natasha,' replied Toby, trying to look humble.

In fact, Natasha knew exactly where she wanted the game to end up, the idea having been suggested to her by the book that she had been reading so avidly.

'Toby Adamson,' she said slowly and majestically, 'You must kiss our pussies and beg our forgiveness.'

Both Toby and Emma looked at her in sheer disbelief,

'Oh, Natasha! Really?' gasped Emma.

'You must begin with Mistress Emma,' instructed Natasha firmly.

'Gosh, must I?' Toby felt quite shocked.

'Come on, come on,' cried Natasha, clapping her hands impatiently, 'Get on with it.'

Uncertainly, Toby got down on his knees in front of Emma. She stood rooted to the spot and slowly Toby leant forward and kissed her gently on her mound of Venus.

'I beg your forgiveness,' he whispered, looking up at her.

'I forgive you,' she replied softly, smiling down at him.

'You’ll have to do better than that to gain my forgiveness,' declared Mistress Natasha sternly, the last part of her plan falling neatly into place. Sitting on the edge of the bed she parted her legs and beckoned Toby towards her. He shuffled over on his knees and planted a kiss at the top of her pubic triangle.

'Lower than that,' said Natasha firmly.

Toby looked up at her, surprised, but he did as he was bid quite happily, kissing a spot slightly nearer the top of her pussy lips. His heart began to pound with excitement, as he had never before been so close to the sex of the girl that he secretly loved more than life itself. He found himself praying that she would tell him to kiss lower still. The instruction came.

'Lower,' whispered Natasha, lying back on the bed and parting her legs even wider.

Toby did not know it, but Natasha was even more aroused than he was. The theme of the novel going round and round in her head, coupled with the fact that she had only recently had several orgasms anyway, had sent her almost delirious with lust. Toby’s lips touched the soft delicate outer petals of her sex. Natasha reached down with both hands and to Toby’s enormous surprise and absolute delight, she held the outer lips apart, revealing her inner ones which were swollen and wet with her juices. Toby could actually smell her musky sexiness and it took his breath away.

Instinctively he buried his mouth between the pretty blonde girl’s waiting hands and parting his own lips he explored her inner recesses with the tip of his tongue. He found the sensation so intoxicating that for a moment he felt quite faint from the sheer exhilaration of the whole experience.

Whilst just the notion of having Toby kiss her sex had appealed enormously to Natasha, she had had no idea that he would do more than kiss her. When he actually caressed her clitoris with his tongue, she came off almost immediately. Her pelvis writhing against Toby’s mouth, she trapped his head between her legs and made small inarticulate cries of bliss.

'Oh My God, I made you come,' gasped Toby, when finally it was over and she released him.

'Yes,' she whispered wonderingly, as surprised as he was by her sudden and violent reaction to his caresses.

'Oh, my goodness me,' breathed Emma, singularly impressed by the entire performance.

'Now then spy,' said Natasha, suddenly recovering her composure as quickly as she had lost it, 'As a final humiliation I want you to make yourself shoot for us to watch.'

Emma’s eyes lit up in anticipation.

'Oh, Natty,' protested Toby weakly.

'Come on, spy, chop, chop,' she responded briskly.

'Yes, come along spy, do as you’re told,' chimed in Emma, feeling that it was high time that she contributed something to Natasha’s little game.

Emma’s encouragement was actually all that Toby needed, for if the truth were told, he was absolutely dying for release. Perching on the corner of the bed he began to masturbate briskly.

'No, I want you to do it slowly, the way Andrew says he sometimes does,' instructed Mistress Natasha.

'Gosh, Mistress Natasha,' said Toby dubiously, 'I’m feeling awfully sexy. I’m not sure I’ll be able to. I’m almost ready to shoot now actually.'

'You must try,' insisted the pretty blonde, 'Think of it as part of your punishment.'

The tall skinny dark-haired sixteen-year-old shrugged. 'I’ll do my best,' he agreed.

In the event, he actually managed to stave off two orgasms, but on the second occasion, his penis jerked wildly and released several drops of semen which rolled slowly down the shaft.

'Ooh, how fascinating!' exclaimed Emma, who had been watching closely in delight.

'Damn,' panted Toby, 'That’s made me all tacky. Now it doesn’t feel nice anymore.'

'What you need is some baby oil,' said Natasha casually and produced a bottle from her bedside cupboard. She looked at it and then at Emma. 'I think,' she pronounced, 'That to complete your humiliation, you should allow Mistress Emma to actually make you come.'

'Cor!' gasped Toby, to whom the idea appealed enormously.

'Oh Natasha,' squeaked Emma, 'You’re simply awful.'

'That’s Mistress Natasha,' corrected her friend, 'Now Mistress Emma, don’t you agree that we must make sure that this miserable creature is thoroughly humbled in our eyes?'

'Yes, Mistress Natasha, I suppose that we must,' agreed Emma in mock resignation, for suddenly the notion of getting her hands on the young man's penis and bringing him to orgasm seemed like a truly fun thing to do.

Gesturing for Toby to lie back on the bed, Natasha tipped a little oil into Emma’s palm and got her to spread it onto his erection.

'Oh! Isn’t it hard,' giggled Emma, 'It feels HOT too!'

'Hold the skin right back for her Toby,' ordered Mistress Natasha brusquely.

He stared at her for a few seconds and then obediently did as he was told.

'Hey, have you done this for Andrew?' he asked curiously.

'Yes, of course, loads of times actually,' admitted Natasha casually.

'He never told me,' complained Toby.

'No, he wouldn’t have done it,' agreed Natasha confidently, 'Because I told him that if I ever found out that he had, then I’d never do it for him again.'

Her remark made both Toby and Emma howl with laughter.

'Oh, Natasha,' they chorused.

'Now Emma, it’s quite easy really. All you have to do is to form a fist around his peen and move it up and down regularly,' explained Natasha.

Emma began to caress the excited boy gingerly.

'Harder,' ordered Natasha, 'It won’t break you know,' she added, echoing what her brother had told her the first time that she had done it for him.

Emma looked doubtfully at Toby and he nodded.

'Am I doing it alright?' she asked worriedly.

'Oh yes, Mistress Emma - you’re doing it beautifully,' sighed Toby happily.

Natasha was kneeling beside the bed watching carefully and neither of the others noticed when she slipped her hand casually between her legs and began to masturbate. She might well have got away with it if she had been able to coincide her orgasm with Toby’s. In the event he climaxed several seconds before she did and both he and Emma looked round in astonishment when she gave a small shriek as she came. When she had calmed back down again she began to giggle guiltily.

'I simply couldn't resist it,' she told her bemused onlookers, 'I think it was one of the sexiest things that I've ever seen.'

'Well,' said Emma, proudly surveying the results of her handiwork, which were spread in sparkling droplets across Toby's body, 'It was certainly the sexiest thing that I've ever done.'

Getting up off her haunches, Natasha pulled some tissues from the box beside her bed and handed one to Emma. With the other, she mopped at Toby's stomach and chest.

'So, are you suitably humiliated, spy?' she asked.

'I can't remember ever feeling more humiliated in my life,' sighed Toby contentedly.

'Good,' said Natasha. She handed him the sperm-soaked tissues solemnly, 'Now, go away spy. You're to tell nobody of this punishment, especially the nobody next door. Do you understand?'

'Oh yes Mistress Natasha,' replied Toby meekly, 'I understand perfectly. Should I kiss your breasts again and promise before I go?'

'Yes, I think you should.'

'And yours, Mistress Emma?' pleaded Toby.

In answer, Emma once more raised the top of her pyjamas. Toby kissed both girls tenderly on the breasts and promised silence. He left the room quietly, closing the door behind him.

'Honestly Natty,' hissed Emma, 'I really don't know how you had the nerve.'

'Neither do I,' responded her friend, giggling weakly, 'Mind you, I'm glad I did. Wasn't that fun?'

'Phew, it certainly was,' agreed Emma, 'You are rude though. Whatever made you think of telling him to kiss our pussies?'

'It was from my dirty book,' explained Natasha, pointing at the novel on her bedside table, 'I was reading about it when you came in from kissing Andrew goodnight.'

'You came awfully quickly when Toby kissed you.'

'Yes, I know. He didn't only kiss me though. He actually licked between my inner lips and across my clitoris too.'

'No!'

'Mmm. I wonder how he knew what to do. It was exactly what the one girl did to the other in the book, but Toby hasn't read it. What made him do it?'

'It beats me,' admitted Emma, 'Perhaps it was instinct or something. Did you say that a girl did it to another girl in the book?'

'Yes, I'll find it for you to have a look at if you like.'

They got back into bed and Natasha thumbed through the paperback looking for the relative passage. After she found it they settled down and she read it out loud.

'Oh my,' whispered Emma as Natasha finished the chapter. She ran her hand through her hair and bit her bottom lip.

'Emma,' said Natasha conversationally, 'Do you think it might be interesting to ....?'

'Oh no, Natasha, we couldn’t possibly.'

'Why not?'

'Because ...,' began Emma uncertainly.

Natasha put down the book.

'Look at me Emma,' she said softly.

Reluctantly Emma turned onto her side and gazed into Natasha's cornflower blue eyes. Taking a deep breath Natasha slid her hands under the elastic of Emma’s pyjama top and began to caress her breasts tenderly.

'Oh don’t,' moaned Emma feebly, pressing herself against her best friend's hands despite her protest.

'No,' she whispered as Natasha kissed her, first on the chin, then on the nose, then on the eyelids and then, more firmly, on the mouth. She parted her teeth and their tongues met, probing, exploring.

'Oh Natasha,' she whimpered as the blonde girl began to slide slowly down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses until finally she parted Emma’s legs and reached her goal.

'Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh!' moaned Emma as Natasha licked, gently nibbled, and sucked her clitoris until, eventually, the dark-haired sixteen-year-old girl reached heights of absolute delight.

'Oh ... my ... God,' she gasped as she lay back lazily against the pillows afterwards, 'I simply can’t begin to tell you how wonderful that was.'

'Isn’t it lovely,' agreed Natasha, 'Now you know why I came so quickly when Toby did it to me.'

'What do I taste like?' asked Emma tentatively, not sure that she wanted to hear the answer.

'Delicious,' replied Natasha, 'Here, kiss me again and you’ll find out.

'A mixture of sweet and salty,' decided Emma afterwards, 'I’m glad I had that bath.'

Natasha laughed.

'But what do I smell like?' asked Emma.

'Like sex,' laughed Natasha, 'Nothing else really, but as you said, you did just have a bath.'

The two of them looked at each other and giggled.

'I don’t think I’d have done it if you hadn’t,' admitted Natasha with a grin.

'Do you want me to try doing it to you?' asked Emma, obviously without conviction.

'I don’t think you really fancy it.'

'Well,' responded Emma, 'It does seem only fair after all.'

'That’s not a good reason for doing it,' said Natasha gently.

'Oh dear, you’re making me feel awfully guilty.'

'No, don’t. Toby already made me come that way after all. It was simply something that I wanted to try for myself. I can’t think of anybody else in the world who I’d possibly have done it to except you.'

'You're so strange, Natasha,' said Emma, looking at her wonderingly, 'There’s something about you that I don’t think I’ll ever completely understand. Andrew’s the same you know.'

'Is that good or bad?' laughed her friend.

'Oh good,' replied Emma warmly, 'You’re both very special people.'

'That’s nice,' said Natasha, snuggling down in the bed. Now let’s go to sleep. I’m absolutely exhausted after all that excitement.'

******

Natasha awoke the following morning to find Emma already awake and propped up on one

elbow looking down at her.

'Hello,' she said sleepily, 'What are you doing?'

'I was watching you sleep,' explained her dark-haired friend, 'You looked so pure and innocent.'

Natasha gave a wicked chuckle.

'I’m not really though, am I?' she said, 'I used to be, but not anymore.'

'No,' agreed Emma as she thought back to the previous night, 'I suppose you aren’t, but then neither am I.'

'I think that I find out something new about myself every day,' observed Natasha, yawning and stretching sensuously, 'Especially since we came to Northolt. Andrew and I have been closer than ever since we moved and just recently I’ve sort of found myself falling a little in love with him.'

'Well, I can understand that,' said Emma with feeling.

'Since you and Toby came to stay I’ve fallen a little in love with both of you as well,' continued Natasha dreamily, 'I feel differently about each of you, but I definitely think that what I feel can be called "love". Isn’t that strange?'

'Yes, I suppose it is, but I think I can understand what you mean. I’ve only been here a few days, but as I said last night, I feel quite differently from how I did when I arrived. Perhaps it's this place. Do you think it could be bewitched?'

'Dearest Emma,' laughed Natasha, reaching up and stroking her thick hair with its auburn highlights, 'Will we always be friends the way we are now?'

'Oh, I do hope so,' responded Emma sincerely.

'Isn’t it funny that you should have thought that I looked innocent while I was asleep,' said Natasha. 'Because when I woke up just now I was right in the middle of the sexiest dream.'

'Were you? What was it about, can you remember?'

'Not exactly. I was lying on this most enormous bed in a room covered in mirrors. It was a round bed I think. I was with two males and another female. Or was it two females and one male? Yes, I think it was because the females were sucking my breasts and the male was making love to me.'

'It sounds as if it was a nice dream,' laughed Emma.

'It was. I think it must have been after last night.'

Natasha’s hand disappeared beneath the bedclothes.

'I thought so,' she said, 'I’m all wet. I only have to think about something sexy and it happens to me straight away.'

'I’m exactly the same,' agreed Emma, 'Just you telling me that you’re wet will have been enough to set me off I expect.'

'Really?' Natasha reached over curiously.

'Oh honestly,' giggled Emma as she felt her friend’s hand slide up the leg of her baby doll pyjamas. She parted her legs a little and Natasha’s fingers separated the lips of her sex and slipped inside her just a little.

'Ooh, you’re right,' chuckled Natasha, 'You’re almost as wet as I am. Feel.'

'Oh yes, I’m soaking,' agreed Emma, her fingers sliding down beside Natasha’s.

'Now mine.'

'God Natasha, you’re absolutely drenched. It's all over the outside of your pussy and even down your thighs.'

'It was a very good dream,' laughed Natasha feeling herself again, 'Don’t our pussies feel different from one another? Touch yours and then mine.'

'So they do,' agreed Emma, 'It’s because my inner lips are so much bigger than yours I suppose.'

'Yes, of course. Andrew said how very sexy he thinks your pussy looks.'

'Ooh, he did? When?'

'It was after the first afternoon you were here. I gather that you squatted down by the side of the pool to say hello and it was the very first thing he saw when he surfaced.'

'Oh no. How awful,' Emma was mortified.

'Andrew didn’t seem to think so,' laughed her friend.

At the mention of his name, Emma felt a warm pulsing feeling in her crotch.

'Oh dear, perhaps you shouldn’t have told me that,' she murmured. 'It’s making me feel sexier than ever.'

'You really fancy him, don’t you?' asked Natasha.

'Oh, it’s way more than that. I’m absolutely crazy about him,' admitted her friend, 'Just mention his name and my heart starts to beat faster.'

'Sounds like love to me,' laughed Natasha, 'Why don’t I feel like that about Toby do you think?'

'You don’t?'

'No, not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I adore him. He just doesn’t seem to have that sort of effect on me.'

'Would you make love with him?' asked Emma, 'I mean, if Andrew would only ask me, I’d go to bed with him like a shot.'

Natasha hooted with laughter.

'Do you want me to tell him you said that?'

'Oh ... Goodness .... no... I don’t think so. He’d think I was a tramp. No, in fact, don’t you dare tell him.'

'All right, don’t panic, I was only joking.'

'That’s OK then. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.'

'About Toby? Well, I might do if he made the first move, but it would be more because he wanted to than because I did. He’s awfully sweet and funny. He’s quite good looking and he’s always showering me with compliments these days,' she sighed, 'It’s just that ... oh, I don’t know exactly ... I’ve known him for so long. Ever since we were little actually. He seems more like a brother to me than Andrew does, funnily enough.'

'How do you mean?' Emma was puzzled by her friend’s comment.

'Well ... my relationship with Andrew is different. He’s ... he’s ... part of me somehow.'

'That’s because you’re twins I suppose,' said Emma, 'What’s that like?'

'Being twins? Sometimes it's terrific and sometimes it's ... almost frightening I think. We’re so very close you see. We seem to think the same way and feel the same way about everything. Often I feel that if anything terrible ever happened to him, I’d just curl up and die.'

'Oh my,' breathed Emma, affected by the intensity of Natasha’s answer to her question, 'How strange. I always thought that I was close to Caroline, but I never felt anything like that. If anything I actually feel more like that about you than I do about her. Isn’t that an awful thing to say?'

'I don’t know about that,' said Natasha, preening herself, 'It’s rather nice to know that you think I’m indispensable.'

'Oh you,' groaned Emma, half-laughing and looking a little uncomfortable.

Natasha regarded her best friend steadily.

'I do hope that there’s going to be a future for you and Andrew together. I have this nice feeling about it deep inside me.'

'Do you?' asked Emma, 'How lovely. Yes, I hope so too.'

Natasha reached out to her impetuously and they hugged each other hard. As they did so, Emma became aware that she could feel Natasha’s pubis pressing against her own and she gave a little shiver. Natasha, who was always extremely perceptive, realised the reason for her response and immediately slipped her top leg between Emma’s thighs and began to grind against her erotically. Sliding her hands downwards she tugged at the baby doll pyjama top and almost eagerly Emma helped her to take it off. It was followed, almost immediately, by the bottoms. Both completely naked now, they embraced anew, rubbing their bodies sensuously against each other. Still, without a word, their hands sought out each other’s breasts and when one of Natasha’s began to inch slowly downwards, it was quickly followed by Emma’s and at the same moment they began to caress each other intimately.

'Surely we shouldn’t be doing this,' gasped Emma, breathless with excitement.

'How can anything that feels this good possibly be wrong?' countered Natasha and stifled any further protest by covering Emma’s mouth with her own.

Together they built steadily and inexorably towards the summit of rapture, reaching their peak simultaneously, amidst sighs and whimpers of delight.

'Oh Natasha,' murmured Emma dreamily when it was over, 'Did we just make love?'

'Yes, my darling Emma,' came the gentle reply, 'I do believe we actually did.'

'My God,' breathed Emma, 'If it was that good with you, then what must it be like with Andrew?'

Natasha chuckled and held her friend close.

'I suspect that you’ll probably find out before too long.'

'Ooh, I do hope so,' sighed Emma, 'I can hardly wait!'

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