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"I was at first, but if you watched, you know how excited it made me. I'd never felt anything like that before."

Mary had to ask, "Teresa, have you ever gone all the way with a guy? I mean, before Royce?"

Now it was Teresa's turn to back off a bit. "No. I know I've led you to believe that I'm pretty experienced. But the only thing that's been in my cunt-hole is my fingers and that vibrator you stole today."

"You're not a virgin though."

"I popped myself when I was twelve. It didn't hurt much and I'd been hearing rumors about how every girl had a hole. I wanted to find mine," she giggled. "Wow, did I ever find it!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"After I felt how good it was to stick my fingers in, I started doing it all the time. It got to be a habit. Even in class."

Mary had been feeling her cunt under the water as she listened to Teresa's voice. Her finger had eased into the hot crevice and she'd gently caressed her clit. But the water made everything too squeaky and she took her hand away.

"I think I'll get out," Mary said. "That gorilla might come back and I don't want him to see us like this."

"I'm not as scared as I was a little bit ago. I'm pretty sure Royce isn't the type to do anything really awful to us."

"You mean like throw us in the ocean after he's gotten enough sex?"

"Yeah. He's just not like that. I could tell when he was kissing me. For a monster, he's got a soft streak. He was pretty gentle with me."

"You sound like you liked it."

"Well, Mary, I can't say I hated it." Teresa stepped out of the tub and began to dry her lean body.

Back in the bedroom, Mary pulled everything from her beach bag and placed it neatly on the dresser. She hadn't brought much for their day by the ocean. A bottle of baby oil, a large towel, a paperback book, a chapstick, and a thin cotton shirt to throw over her shoulders when she'd had enough sun. She donned her bikini again and buttoned up the shirt. She wanted to cover herself as much as possible. When she looked around, Teresa was on her knees by the door, squinting into the keyhole.

"If I had a bobby pin or something I'll bet I could get this thing open. It's an old kind of lock."

"I hear someone coming!" Mary hissed, getting up. Both of them hurried down the hall to the bathroom and locked themselves in. Teresa's bravado had wilted and she shivered there beside Mary like a cornered animal.

"I think whoever it was is gone," she said finally.

"We know who it was." Mary cupped a hand over her cunt as if unconsciously protecting that soft, vulnerable spot. Quietly, they opened the door and sneaked back down the hall. The first bedroom was empty as before, but a paper bag caught Mary's eye. There were hamburgers and fries and a couple of malts.

"He even knew I liked strawberry," Teresa exclaimed, pushing a straw through the lid.

"They're both strawberry," Mary said. "And I like chocolate myself." The two of them ate quickly. Mary was surprised how hungry her adventure had made her. But she was depressed when she realized that no one would be out looking for them.

"I wish we weren't in a basement," Teresa griped. "I wonder what time it is?"

"I'm going to bed, anyway. I'm bushed."

It felt silly to wear her shirt and bikini to sleep in. The swimming suit was still damp and it had a way of binding when she rolled over. She pulled it off and put the shirt back on before pulling the covers up. Beside her on the table, Mary perused the few personal items she'd brought along. Her eyes fixed on the baby oil, then the chapstick. The thought that followed made her cheeks flush.

"I've been listening to Teresa too much," she breathed, closing her eyes. But the strange bed and her uncertain future made it hard to sleep. She felt a tension, a need to relax. Again Mary was looking at the baby oil and the chapstick remembering Teresa's words.

Teresa had taken the other bed and borrowed Mary's paperback. With the lights off, except for the one by her friend's bed, Mary sneaked the bottle of baby oil under the sheet and dumped a little into her palm. She was shivering all over. She felt a little guilty, but the need to excite herself was much more powerful. She spread the oil across her cunt-mound, pressing in with her palm until her outer lips parted to expose the more delicate tissue inside.

"Ohhhhh," she breathed softly, her eyes rolling from the thrill she was giving herself. She used a finger now, curling it, pulling it up and down the depth of her crevice until her flesh tingled everywhere. Using more oil, she slipped her other hand up under the shirt she wore and began to massage her tits.

The combination of her touching began to make Mary restless. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. And her nipples had extended from soft, pink nubs into firmer, longer protuberances. She rubbed faster and a fiery pleasure coursed down her belly.