Treasure Hunt, Part 10

by LesLuv

The story so far: Angela & Jasmine are sisters, 13 & 11, who have fallen in love with each other. Their mother and aunt give them pointers and help them realize how love and sex go together, which they continue and develop. Angela proves to be an outstanding runner; both girls show judgment and common sense. Their parents go overseas to a film festival, leaving their aunt Beth, with her two young sons, babysitting in their house. Beth goes out late, is returned home by police after having had a fight with her estranged husband. After the girls find out more about love and sex, Beth and her husband are reunited. Their parents return, her father sets up the opportunity for Jasmine to begin a modeling career. During her introduction to this she meets the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. Jasmine and her new friend go to a modelling shoot, where they find a new friend and model fabulous clothes. Angela begins her workshops on running.

Angela felt her cunt begin to spasm as her climax approached. "Deeper – more – yes, more," she panted as she urged her new friend's fingers to work faster and her mouth to suck harder. Her back arched, her body shook and her head swung from side to side as she lost control and headed for meltdown.

"Ah...." Her breathing became fast and deep as she suppressed a scream and the surge of emotion swept over her. "Ah. Ah. Ah." Then that glorious sensation, that feeling of nirvana filled her, and she hung suspended in space and time until she slowly floated back down.

"Ahhhh." The sigh was long, the smile beatific, and she looked adoringly at her partner. "That was sooo good. Thank you. You're beautiful."

Her companion closed her eyes and smiled. "You taste so sweet, like honey and spice with lovely girl-sweat perfume. And you're so tall, so developed, such strong legs. And you are so beautiful. And those deep blue eyes! They just draw me in. Runners are sexy creatures, aren't we?"

They were both quite unprepared for the next words they heard.

*

They'd met at the coaching clinic that morning. The new girl had recognised the star at once. "Angela, isn't it? You were in the relay team that won at the school sports, weren't you? Won it all by your self. Boy, that was some record you set. I'll never forget it. You were so great, pulled off the impossible." Angela's mouth fell open. Who was she? "My name's Eline. You may not remember, but I was in the under sixteen team you beat."

"You were? I never even saw you. Well, I did, but, well, you know –"

"Yeah, you weren't paying much attention." They grinned at each other. "So, what brings you here? I mean, you're such a natural."

Angela considered her reply. She hadn't actually thought about her future much, only that she wanted to run – but was she actually going to do that as a profession? There were so many other things she thought she might do as well. But running, um, that was first for now. "Well, I-" but she was cut off by the arrival of the coach. They had been ushered into a room with desks and chairs, 'just like school' Angela thought, and told to sit anywhere. The only two girls there, they gravitated naturally toward the same spot.

"Hi, I'm Steve, your coach. We'll be out on the track in a minute, but I want to run through a few things first. Things like dress, behaviour, respect for others and so on. Then a bit about the hours and work involved. You've all read the notes I sent?" There were nods all round, and he began to explain.

It was all very interesting, and they listened dutifully, but their minds were on the training to come. They looked at each other from time to time, raised their eyebrows in impatience. Angela had by now remembered her new classmate, knew she had run the first leg and given her the near impossible task of catching up, but beyond that she had hardly glanced at her. Now she saw a young woman, maybe sixteen, tall and thin, short brownish hair, beaked nose, and acne. Not the most attractive, but runners didn't want to become models, that was for sure, so who cared about looks?. And she was almost painfully thin. The T shirt she wore showed a couple of bumps, and Angela thought her own small breasts were probably bigger already, but she looked fit, strong and fast. Her hips were wide, so she had developed far more than she herself had, and there were other signs Eline was more mature. She hoped they could train together, because four of the other trainees were young men or boys, and the only other female there, who she now noticed for the first time, was built like a tank and wore glasses. She was also old, about twenty at least.

Finally the coach said, "OK, that's the pep talk, now let's get things under way. As I call your name, please stand so we can all get a look at you, so if I call for Ivan, for instance, you'll know who he is." They duly introduced themselves and wandered outside. The day had become sunny and warm with a touch of southerly wind, and being in the country there was a lack of city noise. Around them was a series of tracks and fields set up for various athletic events.

After a few moments' contemplation Angela said to her companion, "I want to run, you know? I know I'm good at it, and I can get better, but I'm not sure I want to do it all the time. What do you want to do, Eline?"

After a long pause she answered, "Well, I'm not much good at anything except sport, and I'm never going to earn a living at it, so my school counselor says to take up teaching sports and gym. I guess that's what I'll do."

Angela nodded. "That sounds smart," she observed. If only her own future was so certain.

Steve bustled out and said, "OK, go and get changed into your running gear, my assistant will be here soon to give you some warm ups, then we'll start with sprints and analysis." He grinned quickly and raced off to another group.

They walked to the changing rooms where they had put their gear in lockers when they arrived. No one else was there, so it was only a moment before they began to change into their tank tops, shorts, socks and running spikes.

Eline was very thin, Ange observed. So small she didn't need a bra, although her breasts were hard and pointy, with large areoles and darker nipples. Her skin was also a bit sallow, and Angela guessed there was some Mediterranean blood there somewhere. She also saw Eline covertly glancing at her , and gave her a little smile to say she didn't mind. 'Who knows,' she thought, 'sex starved as I am. Not'

The sprinting was intense, the analysis of their styles and attack detailed. It finished up being exhausting, but they were both pleased with the outcome. Steve spent a good deal of time with Eline, helping her with the initial acceleration and main stride, suggesting that she might have a shot at hurdles. He observed both girls very closely, but apart from some encouraging words, said nothing important to Angela. They were given a number of special exercises to improve leg and ankle muscles, a diet chart, an exercise regime, and good wishes.

Angela was to be picked up by her father at one. He hadn't asked the time the clinic would finish, so this was a guess, and out by an hour. "How are you getting home?" Ange asked Eline.

"Same way I got here. By bus."

"Where do you live?" The answer made her trip at least an hour. "Oh, that's a fair way. Listen – my dad is picking me up at one. How about we run you home? It's not too far from where we are, and we could get a drink and maybe something to eat in the meantime."

"Hey, that's cool. My mother doesn't expect me at a given time, because I often walk or run home for the exercise, but I'm pooped today, so that would be great. Thanks."

They wandered back inside the main building, hoping to get a drink at least, but Steve stopped them and said, "Angela, there's a meet next Saturday afternoon at Trent. Would you like to take part? There's a spot for you in the four hundred, which I recommend as a starting point. It's a fairly tough comp, and we need to see how you perform in that league. What do you think?"

What she thought was 'fabulous'. "Oh, boy, yes please! Oh gee, thanks, Steve, that's wonderful!

"It's on at three, but you'd need to be there by one at the latest. Can you do that?" She nodded. "Eline, you might want to go along as an observer?"

"Oh, sorry, I can't go next Saturday afternoon. Mum needs me." She looked disappointed.

He waved farewell, and they went to the kitchen where there were tea, coffee, and biscuits. A quick snack and they were back in the changing room. Strip, and into the showers. Six of these in all, in a row without cubicles or curtains. No modesty allowed here. From their earlier experience, they surmised that this would not matter.

Although they could now openly look at each other's naked bodies, they were in an open space where anyone else – well, one other female, anyway – could walk in unannounced. So it was a quick warm wash and rinse before grabbing towels and drying themselves. As they were doing this, Eline muttered, "God, my feet are sore."

"Um," an idea had flashed into Angela's mind. "Would you like me to rub them? Mum does it for me."

"Oh! Oh, that would be great!Yes, mine does it for me too. Fabulous, isn't it?"

They sat side by side on the wooden bench that ran along one wall, Eline turning so she could lie back on the slats, then lifting one foot to put it in Angela's lap, who began massaging it with both hands, thumbs pressing into the arch, sliding up to the ball and making circular notions as they went back down.

"Ah," murmured Eline, "that's heavenly."

Angela let her gaze wander from foot to crotch. A small triangle of black hair was at the point where her legs joined, and she became conscious of her own minute thatch. She loved pubic hair. She'd like to run her fingers through Eline's. And her tongue. She'd like to.... She hastily tried to think of something else. After all, they'd only just met, and she didn't have a clue as to how Eline thought about these things. But her brain wouldn't let it alone. Those pointy little breasts with their erect nipples came into view, and she felt her heart quicken. She'd love to suck those. Stroke, squeeze, play with them. Then stick her fingers up her...." Oh shit, she had to stop these thoughts. She could usually stay in control.

But her companion had something else in mind. She gently withdrew that foot and said, "Have a go at the other one? This one feels so much better. You're a real good massager." And so saying, she lifted her other foot – but this had been furthest away, and to get it into position she had to find somewhere to put the first one. She bent her knee and lifted her foot before putting it next to the wall, her toes pressing into Angela's thigh.

It also brought into view the previously closed pubic area, and Angela stared. Beautiful lips slightly parted, the hood covering her clitoris plainly visible at the top of her slit. Now her heart was racing. What was it about female cunts that aroused her? Whatever. She didn't care, she couldn't help it.

Then the toes in her lap began to wiggle, asking for attention. Blushing quickly, Angela looked down at the cunt owner's foot before commencing the massage.

"Like what you see?" Eline's voice was soft and suddenly very sexy.

Angela looked up, startled. Had she been that obvious? Yes, she had. She stopped the massage and looked down. "Sorry," she muttered.

The response was to slide the foot off her lap and back onto the floor, widening the panorama. "How about this?"

"Ohhh." Angela's breath was a sigh. She looked into Eline's eyes as she answered. "I'm gay. I love girls. You too?"

Eline nodded her head slowly, a lascivious smile dancing round her mouth. "I guess I am. Only this past month, ever since I had a row with my boyfriend, and I found masturbation better than anything he could do. Then I found this wonderful web site called 'Leslita', and the stories there are so arousing that I knew then how I was. But till now I've always been solo. When I saw you looking at me as we got changed I wondered about you, but when you looked so longingly at me just then I reckoned I was right."

They were silent, looking at each other, assessing the reality of the words.

"I want to suck you. Right now," Ange said quietly.

Three months ago she would not have been able to say it. She'd never even thought of saying it to anyone. Well, except Jasmine, her sister, and she never said it, she just did it. And such was her urgency she didn't remember that they were in a semi-public place. She needed to bury her face into that treasure cave, drink the waters of life it harboured, bring both bodies to the heights.

"Thought you'd never ask."

Angela got on her knees and slowly pushed open the legs of the now sitting teen. She looked with wonder at the beauty before her, the sexual organs of the most beautiful creature on earth, woman. The most tantalising, exciting view she knew. More desirable than winning a race, more stimulating than getting top marks. She breathed in the aroma emanating from the fountain of pleasures before her, then began kissing and licking the inner thighs, pelvis, legs and belly button of this new goddess. She slowly licked her way up to the tight little mountains with their volcanic red tops, pursed her lips over the first and began sucking. She felt it grow in her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue, opened her mouth and put all she could of this young teen's breast into it. Slid her mouth back, still maintaining the vacuum.

This was heavenly. This was the aperitive. Little whimpers of pleasure were coming from her new friend. She looked up and saw the closed eyes and half open mouth, the smile, the satisfaction. She smiled her cat-cream smile back. It was so good giving this much pleasure and receiving it at the same time. Then she began on the other breast running her fingers over the wet one in little swirls of sensuality.

She loved the feel of soft, smooth skin. She loved the bounce of female flesh beneath her fingers, the pleasure of erotic stroking. She slowly ran her tongue back down the naked torso, before burying her head beteen the now wide open legs and pushing her tongue inside the hot wet pinkness. There was something about female juice, something exotic, different to any other taste. Satisfying and arousing. Sensuous and intense. She'd never get tired of it.

She pushed her tongue in as far as she could, then eased the outer lips apart so she could go even deeper. Cunt licking was wonderful. Cunt sucking was even better, and she sucked as hard as she could. The taste was pure, fully female and fantastic. Elise's whole body began to shake. Ange began playing with the lovely mop of black pubic hair, tugging and pulling hard on little clumps, something Aunty Beth had done to her, inducing heightened pleasure through a tiny bit of unexpected pain. She licked up toward the mound, eased the clitoris out of its sheath, and began tongue flicking. The response was immediate.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, that's so good. Yes. I love it." But it was when Angela started to finger fuck her that she began writhing. As though she was being electrocuted. Throwing her head from side to side, arching her back and letting it fall, pulling at her erect nipples, moaning and gulping. Then a moan, so intense, panting and shaking, and her ecstasy was born.

Angela slowly stopped her ministrations, sucked her fingers for one last taste, ran her hand up over the smooth, soft skin of her friend's stomach, midriff and breasts, looked adoringly at her, and waited for the light of the present to return.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, that was good." As reality dawned she looked at Angela with a contented smile on her face. "To think - to not know for all those years. To think that having a cock up you was all there was. To imagine that frigging yourself was the ultimate. My god, Angela, am I glad you found me. Jesus, how long have you known about this? And what – you're thirteen?"

"Fourteen. So old. My sister and I have been doing it for a few months now. And we've found – um, we've found -" She looked at her new lover calculatingly. Dare she? "Well, we've found some other girls who like it too. And we're going to have, well, a party. You know what I mean? Would you like to come?"

"You mean a...."It was her turn to hesitate. "You mean a sex party?"

"Yes, I guess so. Not just sex, of course, lots of talk, games, well, maybe no games, entertainment then, food and stuff. And our mum and aunty. They're the ones who helped get us started. But, Eline, I just jumped in. Maybe that's not your scene?"

"Are you kidding? If it's anything like what you've just done, multiplied, I can only ask, "how soon?' Oh, Angela, thank you. Thank you." She sat up, bent over her kneeling companion, lifter her head and began kissing her with ferocious love. "Jesus, I want you," she breathed between kisses. "Quick, lie down on the bench and I'll get you off. Oh, fuck – do I ever want to taste you. You are so beautiful, so utterly sexy and young."

It was not long before Ange was climbing the hill of excitement, ready to rejoice at the summit. Afterwards, she lay there looking adoringly at her new lover – until a new voice brought them both back to reality.

*

"Well, well, looky what we got here. A couple of little dykes." The voice was hoarse and crude.

Angela sat up a little too quickly and bumped heads with Elise, who said, "Fuck! That hurt." Then, turning toward the sound of the voice, she said, "And look who we have here. Wanda the Wanker. The piece of superior shit." She stood, her slim body quivering with anger.

Angela, who had been rubbing her damaged head, looked and saw the menace. The Tank. Taller than she had first thought, older, broader and heavier than any one she'd ever seen at sports, she had the look of a bully and a persona to match.

"Don't matter none," the bully retorted, "you're done. You're meat in the grinder. Heh! Everyone hates dykes. Goodbye, sweet little fuckers."

Angela was worried. She knew she had an inborn ability to cope with most aggression, but had never experienced any as shocking as this. Or from anyone as old. Schoolyard bullies of both sexes had been dealt with, but this?

Her mouth fell open as Eline, seemingly unafraid ofthis large woman, took two strides, planted her hands on her hips, and said in a clear firm voice, "Listen Wanda, we all know you are less than a piece of dry dogshit, but I know you are a druggy. I know where you get your steroids. I know that without them you're less than you are now, and that is less than nothing. So back off. You want your precious Heine to get busted too? He'd like that, wouldn't he? He'd cut you to size, carve all that fatty muscle off you in one slice. So." She paused and took a deep breath before addressing The Tank who now looked like a fire engine, "You say one word, you even smile and I make a phone call. You know who to. And your career is over. So is your life. So fuck off and disappear. Go back to the rock you crawled out from under."

A growl started, a growl normally only heard from a Doberman, but the head was shaken in frustration before the body turned and headed back out the door. There was a parting shot, however. Grinning a mastiff grin, she turned and snarled "Hey, little dyke, your stupid fucking father's waiting." Swinging her shoulders she marched out, bully fashion.

Eline turned back to Angela, a frown on her face. "Gee, I sure hope that works. Stupid fucking bitch. I'm in real doodoo if she talks."

"But – but how did you – know all that stuff about her?"

"Oh." She sighed. "My father's a cop. On the drug squad. I see him, but he and Mum divorced years ago. When I told him about Wanda being at the clinic he warned me she and her boyfriend were under investigation, and to stay clear. But if he finds out what I was doing, with you I mean, he'll go bananas. He's Irish, in case you hadn't guessed. A Roman Catholic sinner if ever there was one. But he's one of the good guys. Yeah, I love him - hey, we'd better get dressed, hadn't we?"

Getting dressed in what they arrived in took moments. Packing their gear took longer, but it was still only five minutes before they walked into the main hall.

"Sorry we took so long, Dad." Angela was, as always, a smiling Miss Innocence. "This is Eline, who I was training with."

"Hi, Eline, nice to meet you," said Ben, getting up, walking over to shake her hand.

"You too," was the reply.

"Dad, could we run her home, please? Otherwise it's public transport. She's not far from us."

"Sure." Ben was always willing to oblige most people. A young girl, anyway. He turned to his daughter. "Steve tells me you're running in the 400 next week. That's a big step, isn't it?"

"Dad, a race is a race. I need the experience."

"Yes, true – but he also says you have such a fine built-in style that he'll not need to change a thing. Just coaching on different events."

"Gee, I can feel my head getting bigger already."

Eline and she grinned at each other. Their heads were not so big they didn't fit where they belonged.

Ben asked a few questions about how to get to Eline's place, about her training program, and suggested she might like to stop at their place on the way to hers to meet Angela's mum and sister. And he could get changed. He'd been covering the Saturday morning harness racing, and was grubby.

The two girls sat in the back and talked. Not about running, but about families and education. Eline had an older brother in the navy, was nearly seventeen, about to finish college and apply for teacher training. Angela was fascinated by the determination Eline had, which, she felt, made her own desire to run look like nothing.

"I don't know your surname," said Angela. Ours is Arbutt, by the way."

"O'Halloran. Mum's was Da Silva. Parents were from Brazil, hence my lousy looks."

"Who told you that? You look pretty good to me. Anyway, it isn't looks that matter, is it? That was not a question and Eline didn't treat it as such.

"When I look at you I can say that they do. You truly are beautiful."

"Yeah? Wait till you meet my sister!"

Which she did a few minutes later. Jasmine and her friend Harmony. Their mother was out shopping.

Eline was speechless. After the introductions, when she was greeted a bit casually by the two girls – who were exclaiming over some photographs that covered the kitchen table – Angela took her into the lounge room while her father got changed.

"Holy shit!" Exclaimed the older girl. "Talk about beauty! God, I felt like hiding. How could you let them see my ugly mug?"

"Hey – I'm no oil painting. Anyway, we've got to add balance to the group. If everyone was like them they'd finish up being jealous and bitchy." They both laughed.

Ben called, "Right to go?"

They made their way back to the kitchen, where they were stopped by Jasmine, who held up a hand and said, "Whoa. Not so fast. Eline, I apologize for our rudeness before, but we had not long had our photos back, and we had to see them. You want to look? They were taken a few days ago on a modeling shoot."

Eline had no idea what they were, but said, "Sure. Love to."

She was handed a large glossy photo, showing both girls raising their hands to the sun. The first photo of that wonderful day. The two girls stood out against a background of dark trees, appeared to be floating across the landscape like astral beings. Their outfits were some kind of satin, Jas in a pale green, Harmony in deep blue, the style and cut of each appealing to even the least fashion conscious.

Harmony might have been an alabaster statue. Jas, with her creamy skin and pale red hair was an earthly angel. They were breathtaking models of sophistication and simplicity.

"Oh, wow!" Eline had her mouth open in disbelief. "If I had this, I'd have it framed and put on my wall. It's art. It's freedom, perfection of youth." Turning to Angela, who had been looking over her shoulder, she said, "You never told me your sister was a model. Nor that her friend Harmony was too. I know nothing about fashion – running shorts don't go that way but I tell you what, if I was going out to something big I'd wear one of those."

The models looked at her, thrilled at a stranger's reaction. "Want to see some more?" asked Harmony, holding out a pile of prints.

"Sorry, girls," Ben interrupted, "But I have to get going. Eline has to get home. Of course," he added, turning to her, "you're welcome here any time."

A look of real longing and frustration crossed that young lady's face. "Do you have to go?" whispered Angela.

"Oh, gee, I suppose I could ring Mum, but she gets protective, thinks I'm going to come to harm or something."

"Why don't you..." Ange began, but broke off as Muriel walked in, laden with grocery bags.

She dropped the bags on the floor, looked up and said, "Hi! Oh, good, you're home, Angela. How did it...?" It was her turn to break off midsentence"Oh, hello," she said to Eline, "I'm Muriel, their mother. Well," added apologetically, "almost. I mean -"

She was interrupted by gales of laughter from her real daughters. "Right on, Mum," screamed Jas, "you've got our adoption papers at last."

Harmony joined in, Ben looked at his watch and went out to the back porch. "What I mean -" Muriel tried to say, but her eldest interrupted.

"This is Eline, Mum. She's at the running clinic, I invited her home, and Dad's going to drive her home in a minute. Unless you can stay?"

"Honey, I have to go now, or I won't make it back to the office." Ben had poked his head back inside, and looked pretty cross.

"Thanks, Mr. Arbutt, I'm coming now." Eline picked up her things and headed out.

"Quick. Write your phone numbers here." Angela handed her a pad and pen. "I'll be in touch about the party. OK?"

Eline wrote, then looked at the watching assembly. "Is that alright, Mrs. Arbutt?"

"Muriel. And of course it is. If Angela has asked you, then it certainly is. Isn't it, you two?" She turned to Harmony and Jasmine.

They grinned and said in unison, "You bet."

After Eline and Ben had departed, they all wanted to know about the new girl, the training, and what Angela thought of the photos. All was explained or considered, The story of the tank brought gasps of shock and gales of laughter, the photos were selected in order of merit, a meal and showers had, and the eldest was in bed by nine. Not before her one and a half siblings had bid her a fond goodnight, however. A very fond and stimulating goodnight.

Harmony was still happy sleeping on the couch, but easy prey for Jas' overtures to join her in the her bed. And to continue with their less than usual games of tickling in unexposed places, seeing who had the biggest nipples, who could get most vulva in their mouths, who could suck hardest, and other clean teenage fun. Muriel had given up trying to get them to sleep in their own beds.

They looked like cherubs, but not ones in any picture she had ever seen.

To be continued