"I'll take your word for it. This is my favourite tree." Cherie stopped at a large pine and hugged the thick trunk.
Diablo trotted up and pissed on the tree, lifting his leg and giving Cherie a glimpse of his huge penis. It was truly an amazing and obscene sight, long, red, almost as thick as Cherie's wrist, and dripping moisture from the end. The innocent girl looked away.
"He's such a beautiful dog," Cherie said. "How long have you had him?"
"Oh, since he was a puppy," Vanessa said proudly. "I trained him myself."
"What tricks can he do?"
Vanessa smiled. "I'll show you later. Just give him a pet so he'll trust you."
Cherie squatted beside Diablo and stroked him all over while he licked her cheek. He was so big, so strong.
The two girls walked and talked for another two hours in the hills, until Cherie felt that she had never had such a dear friend before in her life. She came to trust Vanessa as she had never trusted anyone before. After a while they went back to the house and had another drink, and Cherie felt herself relaxing in Vanessa's company, feeling her inhibitions go, and telling the older girl all she wanted to know, as they slowly went through the big house, exploring areas that Cherie had never seen before.
They had one more drink on the terrace before Vanessa asked the servant to show them to her room. Vanessa walked in, followed by the faithful German Shepherd, Diablo, while Cherie waited at the door.
"Come on in, darling," Vanessa said warmly, then turned to the servant. "Please bring us another couple of drinks, will you, honey?"
"Yes, ma'am," the young man said.
Diablo walked quietly in and lay down in the corner, resting his chin on his paws. Cherie found the room opulent, with a king-size bed, thick, thick carpet, and a large mirror on the wall running almost the entire length of the bed. It occurred to Cherie that if she had been on this bed this morning she would have seen in the mirror exactly what she looked like having sex with Cleophas. The idea of watching herself in such a position, in such an activity, brought a blush to her cheeks.
There was a knock at the door and Vanessa answered it. It was Cleophas, and he wasn't smiling. Not this time.
"Cherie, what are you doing here, with Vanessa?" His words showed disapproval and suspicion, but of what Cherie had no idea.
"I-I'm talking," the girl said simply.
"Just you leave her alone," Vanessa said, pushing him not roughly but firmly back toward the door.
"She's perfectly all right here with me, not doing a thing wrong. And you, Cleophas, what business is it of yours?"
"I worried about her," the man said.
"You're worried about her," Vanessa scoffed. "Well, she can take care of herself just fine." She turned to Cherie. "Can't you, darling?"
Cherie nodded. "Yes. Yes, I'm just fine."
The older girl turned back to Cleophas. "Now you go. She and I have things to talk about, and they don't concern you." And she pushed a reluctant and hesitant Cleophas out the door and locked it.
"Men are such bores at times, aren't they, my darling?" Vanessa said. "Is Cleophas one of your, uh, friends here?"
Cherie stared at Vanessa, then suddenly burst into tears. Her pretty hands covered her face and her shoulders shook with the shame she felt for what she had done. The older girl hurried to her side and sat next to her on the bed, putting a warm arm around her shoulders.
"There, there, dear. It happens to almost every girl once in her life."
"But," Cherie sobbed, "with three men in four days, and one of them a black man. My mother would die. I would die if she found out. Oh, Vanessa," she moaned miserably. "I'm not a virgin anymore. No decent man will want me."
"How can you say that? You're a beautiful girl, and that's all that matters. You've got a perfect body, lovely breasts." Vanessa's hand cupped one of the firm, round orbs with appreciation. "You've got fantastic breasts. You don't mind if I touch, do you?"
Cherie felt her breast tingle, the nipple contracting automatically. "No, I guess I don't mind." She felt secure with Vanessa, another woman who seemed sympathetic and non-judgmental in any way. It was easy to have her breasts touched by another woman, gently and unselfishly.
Vanessa drew her hand away slowly and smiled. "You know, I'd like to photograph you. You're so lovely. I'm a photographer, you know, and I think you could make a fortune as a model."
Cherie smiled broadly. "You think so?"
"Without a doubt. You know, I have some fancy underwear, I bet you'd like to try on. Ever try on sexy underwear?"
The darling girl shook her head.
"It's lots of fun," Vanessa said, stepping over to her suitcase and opening it. She took out a thing that was red with black lacy things around the edges. "Try this on."
Cherie hesitated. "You think I should?"
"Of course. It was my idea. Just take off your clothes – you won't get cold – and try them on. We've got all afternoon. Here, get those stiff old things off and try on this all-in-one."
Cherie paused, then shrugged and stood up, beginning to unfasten her clothing. Vanessa cooed with appreciation when she saw Cherie's lovely, creamy-skinned body, the large, melon-like breasts with their pink nipples, the slender, shapely legs, the silky tuft of her golden pubic hair overlaying the plump labia and the warm cleft between them. The indent of her navel, the pert, round buttocks and the two dimples at the base of her back. The broad shoulders and graceful neck, the shell-like ears and fine jaw, cheekbones, and nose. Long, sweeping brown eyelashes and blue, doe-like eyes. She was the picture of innocent girlhood. It was a pity she had fallen in with these predators of men.
Cherie heard a growl from Diablo's direction and she turned. The dog was shifting nervously from foot to foot, his tongue hanging out as he panted impatiently. His mistress ordered him to sit, and, after a hesitation, he obeyed.
Vanessa helped Cherie into the one-piece affair, palming one of the delicious buttocks, one of the firm, jiggly breasts. When it was on, Cherie saw that her nipples peeked out through two round holes in the front and that there was a large split between the legs where her labia pouted out.
"Just lovely," Vanessa said, brushing the back of her hands over Cherie's tingling nipples. "Can I take some pictures?"
Cherie pulled a face. "Do you think you should? I mean, in this thing?"
"Especially in that thing. You look fantastic!"
Vanessa took the camera out of her suitcase and took a few shots, posing Cherie with her breasts lifted and in a wide-legged stance. Going up to Cherie, she put her hand between the girl's legs and found the moist slit. Cherie caught her breath when Vanessa's finger ventured into the damp split, touching her clitoris pleasurably as she spread the fat lips, widening the gape of the crotch split in the garment.
"That's it," said Vanessa. "That's the proper look."
Cherie blushed furiously as the other girl backed off and resumed taking pictures. As Vanessa gently posed her, Cherie felt more relaxed, something she probably could not have done if she had not already drunk several gin and tonics. Then they tried another undergarment, and another, each skimpier and more revealing than the one before, until finally Cherie found herself posing totally nude. When the drinks came, Vanessa answered the door and took them, and then the two girls went on as Cherie drank and got looser and looser and more uninhibited. Cherie never noticed nor cared when Vanessa took off her pants and blouse, but it seemed the most natural thing when, as the two of them laughed and joked, Vanessa pressed her near-naked body against Cherie's entirely nude one and kissed the younger girl square on the mouth.
Cherie responded to the kiss and allowed Vanessa to ease her down on the bed. Her mouth was all over Cherie's body now, her tits, belly and navel, thighs and knees. Vanessa's mouth sucked gently at those responding nipples. Cherie trembled with arousal when a soft, smooth, slender finger slipped into her tender, wet vagina, finding all the sensitive pleasure spots as only another woman could.