Georgia's English Rose (3 page)

“I’m very grateful for the hospitality,
Alice,” Georgia said. “We were both going stir crazy in that hut. I
was thinking England was nothing but damp beds and cold sinks.”

“I think we can probably improve a little on
that,” Mummy said.

I led the way up the wide staircase and
along an upper hallway. The guest room contained a large four
poster bed with a deep feather mattress, and the family bathroom
was directly next door.

Georgia dropped her suitcase and jumped on
the bed, the thick mattress closing around her. I remembered
how that felt, how difficult to extricate myself from the
comforting warmth in the morning.

“Oh my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven,”
Georgia said, her arms flung out at her sides, navy skirt pulled
above her knees. “But what’s this about sharing a bath?”

“Bath water,” I said. “So we can save the
hot water. You go first, I’ll jump in when you’ve finished.”

Georgia looked disappointed at the
explanation, but bounced back with, “And what the hell is this
Squirrel Nutkin thing going on?”

I felt myself blush. Georgia rolled off the
bed and opened her suitcase, rummaged around and pulled out fresh
underclothes and a simple dress.

“Come and tell while me I take this
bath.”

“Oh.”

Georgia grinned. “Come on, I’ve seen your
skinny body before, and you’ve seen mine. We don’t have many
secrets left
Squirrel Nutkin
, so come and talk to me.”

She didn’t wait for my agreement. I followed
her after opening my own suitcase and choosing something to wear. I
ran the bath, letting far more hot water run than we were used to.
Mummy had left bath salts and a huge natural sponge for us.

Georgia stripped out of her uniform, folding
each item neatly on the wide windowsill while I attended to the
bath. The curtains were pulled back but the glass in the window was
dimpled. It might be possible to make out her shape from the other
side, but no detail. Besides, I knew there was no one in that
direction for half a mile.

I turned off the taps and stood back just as
Georgia unclipped her bra and let it drop from her breasts. My
breath stopped as I caught sight of Georgia’s deep globes, so much
larger than my own. Every time I saw her naked she drew the breath
from my lungs. Her breasts stood proud, self supporting, swaying
gently as Georgia leaned over and slid her white cotton panties
down. I envied Georgia the ease she had with her own body, wishing
I wasn’t quite so prudish.

Georgia stepped into the water and grinned.
“Oh my God!”

She lowered herself into the water and lay
back. “So, tell me everything. And you might as well get undressed
and come in here with me. There’s plenty of room.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Ah, don’t be a sissy, Lil. Get that
God-awful uniform off and dive in, honey.”

As always when Georgia suggested something
my objections were weak, and what Georgia wanted was exactly what I
wanted too.

I turned partly away as I undressed. When I
was down to my bra and panties I hesitated, turning all the way
around so my back was to the bath before unclipping my bra, then
bending and slipping my panties off. I took a deep breath before
turning back and stepping into the other end of the bath. Georgia
watched me openly, her eyes lingering on my reddish pubic patch,
rising to my small breasts and staying there. I hunched forward,
self conscious.

“I don’t know why you do that, Lil,” Georgia
said. “You’ve got great tits, girl, show ’em off.”

I smiled uneasily. “
You
’ve got great…
tits.” I finished with my voice barely a whisper. “Mine are just
ordinary.”

“Yeah. But when I’m fifty mine are gonna be
around my ankles. Yours will still be pert and gorgeous.”

Georgia wriggled until her back was to
me.

“Wash my back, honey, and tell me about this
nickname.”

I soaped the sponge and wiped Georgia’s
beautiful back as I told her how, because of my tawny red hair, my
father called me Squirrel Nutkin and it stuck. I hardly remembered
a time when my father or brother called me anything else. My mother
tried to remember to call me Lillian but she often forgot as
well.

“I don’t get it,” Georgia said. “Squirrels
are gray, aren’t they?”

I laughed. “Your squirrels, maybe. Over here
they’re red. Well, most of them, though we’ve got some of your gray
ones now too. I’ll take you through the woods tomorrow and we might
see some of our reds.”

I dropped the sponge and started to wash
Georgia’s back with my hands.

Georgia purred deep in her throat. “That’s
so good, honey,” she said. “I think I need a lot of that kind of
attention.”

I smiled, pressing harder, aware of the
effect touching Georgia’s soapy skin was having on me and not
caring. My legs spread either side of Georgia’s back, and due to
the narrowness of the bathtub I needed to lift them so my knees
rested against her waist. There was no space to do anything other
than rest them on Georgia, my toes dangling in the water between
her thighs.

I lathered more soap on my hands and worked
my way up from Georgia’s waist to her shoulders, then daringly down
her sides. I was convinced I felt the swell of her breasts, but it
may only have been wishful thinking.

“Mm, that’s so damn good, Lil. Turn around
and let me do you as well.”

“You don’t mind?” I asked.

“Hell no. Turn around, honey.”

There was much splashing of water and then I
was facing the taps, Georgia sitting behind me. She pushed her feet
around my sides and I helped them along. She seemed to sit much
closer to me than I had to her, knees tucked around my middle,
heels pressing high up against my thighs.

Georgia soaped her hands and placed them on
my back and the touch was electric, tingling all down my spine and
beyond, lodging between my legs. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, not
wanting to scare Georgia off.

She rubbed her hands all over my back, down
to my waist, a little further down than I had gone and I felt her
palms slide across the start of my backside. Then she moved back
up, washed my neck, no need to push up my short hair. Her fingers
looped over and dug into my shoulders and I leaned back
involuntarily. As I moved Georgia came close too, and I felt her
nipples touch my back. I stopped suddenly, prepared to move
forward, but Georgia’s fingers dug deeper into my shoulders and she
pulled me back. Her nipples pushed against my skin as her large
breasts flattened on my back. She pressed close to me, the silky
patch of her pubic hair brushing against my backside. I was in a
dream, totally at her command, ready to do anything she wanted.

Georgia lathered more soap on her hands and
reached around to wash the front of my shoulders. Her hands moved
down and I knew, hoped I knew, where they were going. Her hands
teased the top curve of my small breasts, and I wished I was
bigger, big like Georgia so there was something worth touching. My
nipples were hard, a peaked pressure of arousal on the tips of my
breasts. My head started to roll back and in a moment would be
resting on Georgia’s shoulder. I knew once my head laid against her
I would turn my face to hers, and if she wanted she could kiss
me.

That was the moment Mummy came bustling into
the bathroom with an armful of towels.

“Oh,” she said, surprised, then laughed.
“What a grand idea, girls. That’s so much more sensible than taking
turns, and it saves the water getting cold before the second one
gets in. I’ve brought you some nice clean towels. I’ll put them on
the tank here so they’re warm when you get out.” She opened the
door of the airing cupboard and laid the towels across the copper
tank.

She turned back to us, smiling, looking
openly at our wet bodies. I suppose she had seen me like this many
times, but never Georgia. I had jerked forward as she came in, away
from Georgia, and was now leaning toward the taps, a good foot
between us.

“Dinner will be ready in about an hour. You
can use some more hot and luxuriate a little longer if you want. I
think I’m quite jealous, you two look so cozy in the bath. See you
downstairs for dinner.”

With that she was gone, swirling away and
closing the door behind her.

“I like your Mom,” Georgia said from behind
me. “She’s great.”

“Yes, I suppose she is.” A flame trembled
deep inside my stomach and I tried to bank it down.

“You wanna run some more hot water in like
she said, Lil?”

I turned the tap and felt the water wash hot
around my legs. I knelt up and swished it back around me with my
hands and Georgia laughed and I heard her hands working too.

“Go for it, honey, let’s see how far we can
row this thing.”

I laughed. I knew I was falling head over
heels for Georgia and wondered how to keep my secret from her. It
was lucky my mother had interrupted us, because I had been about to
ruin everything.

I stopped the tap when the water was three
inches deeper and significantly hotter, then stayed where I
was.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Lil, turn around so
I can see you, honey. I like looking at you when you’re naked.”

I looked down at my hands and took a deep
breath, then worked my way around. It was difficult in the narrow
bath and I had to half stand, and when I sat my legs got tangled
with Georgia’s and neither of us knew where to put them and we
ended up laughing.

Georgia grabbed my ankles and put my feet
around her, lifted her own so they slid either side of my waist and
we both managed to half lie in the bath. The water covered our
pussies but I clearly saw the dark patch of hair around Georgia’s,
and I suppose she could see mine as well. Georgia’s breasts lay
above the water, as did mine, and I couldn’t take my eyes from
hers. I had never seen her nipples hard like they were now.

“I think we nearly got caught then,” Georgia
said.

“Caught?”

“You know… I was working myself up to give
your front a wash, Lil. Your boobies. You did want me to, didn’t
you?”

I couldn’t say anything, but I felt my face
flush hot as the water.

Georgia smiled, “Yeah, I thought so.”

She raised her hands and stroked them under
her breasts, lifting them as though for my approval, although she
must know she already had that. Then she raised her hands further
and touched her nipples. She ran her fingers around them, making
them even stiffer, gave them a little tug and her smile shifted on
one side as she bit her bottom lip.

“I think my brother would like to watch you
doing that,” I said. My own hands wanted to follow Georgia’s but I
made an effort to keep them at my sides.

“Yeah. And plenty others. But you know I’m
not into men, Lil. Filthy boogers, all of ’em.”

I was hearing what she said but struggling
to make sense of her words. Did Georgia really mean she didn’t like
men? And if she didn’t like men, was there the tiniest possibility
she meant the opposite, she liked girls instead?

My head was swimming. I couldn’t tear my
eyes away from Georgia’s hands as they continued to caress her own
breasts.

“You ever do this, Lil? Touch your boobies
like this?”

I looked away, looked back.

“You’re a quiet one, ain’t ya? I bet you
have. I bet you’ve rolled ’em in your hands like this…” and she
demonstrated and I had to look. I felt as though I was melting,
felt the hot water wash against my pussy lips. My fingers twitched
and my hands rose without conscious effort.

“A few times, perhaps,” I said. My fingers
found my nipples, found them sensitive and stiff. I wished I had
boobs like Georgia’s, but even smaller they were sensitive and I
stroked myself, pulled at my nipples and bit my lip.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Georgia said.

I nodded.

Georgia stretched her leg so her foot ran
along my side, pulled it back, starting a slow slide along my skin
with the sole of her foot. I dropped one hand and rested it on her
leg, slid it gently along and then back, a slight scrape of stubble
against my palm where the hair was growing out.

Georgia pulled a face. “I’d better shave ’em
when we’re finished,” she said. “I’ve got some new stockings my
folks sent me. Don’t wanna go snagging them. I got a pair for you
too, if you want, Lil.”

Georgia watched my hand, then dropped hers
from her breast and slid it beneath the water. She covered the dark
patch between her legs, her arm moving as she touched herself.

“I bet you do this too, Lil, don’t ya?” She
was doing it in front of me, openly, knowing I was looking. Maybe
all those nights in the hut she had known I was looking. The water
splashed in tiny waves against the side of the bath as Georgia’s
hand moved on her pussy.

“I’ve been trying not to,” I said.

Georgia stopped, her eyes widening. “Trying
not to? For God’s sake, Lil, why the hell would you wanna do
that?”

“It’s wrong and… it’s dirty,” I said, my
voice so low I wasn’t sure she would hear.

“Who the hell told you that? Your Mom? I
don’t think so. You’re Mom’s a sweetheart. Wouldn’t be your Pa. And
not your brother. Whoever told you was the dirty one, honey.”
Georgia’s hand was moving again, the water once more starting up
little splashes against the sides.

“The teachers in school,” I said.

“What school was that? That stuck up girls
school you went to?”

I nodded. I had taken my hand off Georgia’s
leg and let it hang down inside my thighs, the light brush of my
pubic hair against the back of my hand.

“That’s so they can keep you under their
thumb. A couple hundred horny girls all locked up together? Ha!
They didn’t want you rubbing yourselves off every night. I bet some
of the girls did though, didn’t they?”

“A few,” I said. My hand moved even though I
had no conscious memory of doing so and turned until it lay cupped
against my pussy. The hard bud nestling at the top of my slit
pressed against my palm, heat spreading from it into my belly.