Then she heard the bedroom door close as she panicked from force of habit, forgetting everything else as she listened and waited. "Ohhh…" she sighed with relief when Liz came into view. "I was startled when I heard the door close. Been reading too many murder books."
"I didn't mean to frighten you," Liz said in a soft apologetic voice. "Mr. Lagarde asked me to see if you needed anything."
"No, I'm fine," Penny replied, as Liz approached the bathroom door. She couldn't help but envy the beautiful face and shape of this very sweet young girl.
Liz stopped at the door, indicating to Penny that despite the atmosphere on this island, this girl was just a shy, innocent thing at heart. Her big doe-like eyes sparkled, and Penny found herself getting jealous.
Still speaking in a soft, sexy voice, Liz said, "The twins went on a trip with their parents this afternoon and aren't back yet. But as soon as they get back they'll come in."
"It's terribly late for them to be up," Penny said, reaching for a towel. Liz quickly stepped over to the tub, opened the towel and held it for Penny. Then she helped blot the water from Penny's back.
"I sure wish I had your shape," Liz admitted shyly.
"You must be kidding," Penny said with a smile. "I was just telling myself the same thing about yours."
"I guess we're never satisfied with what we have," Liz said with a sigh. "But I always wanted to be a sexy blonde like you. Would you mind if I stayed in your room until the twins get back?"
"I'd be happy to have the company," Penny said honestly.
"I get depressed when I'm alone so much," Liz added.
It came as a complete shock to Penny, but she didn't allow it to show. For some reason she trusted Liz, but just couldn't accept the idea that she wasn't Paul's whore.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" Penny asked, still wrapped in the towel and wanting to get under the covers.
"It doesn't matter," Liz answered. She went to the bed and pulled back the covers for Penny to get in.
Penny felt a bit self-conscious dropping the towel to get in bed. It gave her a queasy feeling being naked before the eyes of such a shy girl. So close, too. But she managed to be graceful in her haste to get under the covers. Then Liz put out the lights and got into the bed on the other side.
For a while the room was silent and Penny just luxuriated in the feel of the bed, the cool sheets, and the drowsiness that was engulfing her thoughts. But the silence was broken by a muffled sound. Penny opened her eyes and listened. It sounded again, but it wasn't distinguishable.
"Liz…" Penny whispered.
There was a pause and finally a muffled, strained reply, "Yes?"
"Are you all right?" Penny asked, realizing now that the sound was coming from Liz.
"I'll be all right," Liz answered between sniffles.
Penny could hear the sobs now. She reached for the light on the table and asked, "What's wrong, Liz?"
"Oh, Penny," the young girl cried openly, "I'm so depressed."
"Now come on," Penny tried to comfort her, suddenly realizing she was holding the girl's head to her bosom, as she might have done if it was Adrian… or any crying child. But it seemed strange to have such a big girl nestled there. And the damp cheek on her breast gave her a chill. Just a little girl, Penny kept telling herself to relieve that guilty feeling.
Between sobs and sniffles, Liz managed to say, "I wish I was dead."
The words were spoken into Penny's breast and the girl's warm, wet mouth flashed a strange sensation through Penny's body. She tried not to pay attention to it, but it settled in a warm, pleasant glow between her legs. Suddenly she was fighting that guilt feeling with more force, trying to ignore the aching, itching, burning feeling in her cunt. Just an honest feeling of compassion, she tried to convince herself. Through the dizzy, upset, con fused feeling in her head, she managed to say, "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"It's just that I'm so lonely and depressed," Liz said, conquering her sobs, but still sniffling.
Penny felt a teardrop slither down her tit and stop on the nipple. The nipple hardened. And the thought of the salty droplet perched on her tit made everything worse. She could almost taste it. But she felt so guilty about what was going on in her body and mind that she was almost conquering the other feelings…
It was all so innocent, Penny tried to tell herself. But the move Liz made had brought her body against Penny's. The girl's breasts were pressed into her stomach and Penny found the sensitive hairs of her groin touching the girl's leg. It took all the restraint she had to overcome the urge to press her burning cunt-lips against the smooth leg… But she didn't have to. In the next instant Liz moved and her leg pressed the moist spot between Penny's legs. And Penny discovered she was opening her legs to allow Liz to slip hers in between them.
"I'm in love with Paul," Liz said, crying harder and sobbing in uncontrolled bursts. "But he treats me like… like… a daughter."
"I didn't… realize…"
"And all the young men keep away from me…" Liz sobbed. "And… I need a man, Penny… I need a man so bad."
Penny drew the girl's face tighter to her breasts by pressing gently on the back of her head, muffling the sound of her sobs with the flesh of her tit. See, she told herself, the girl is just a love-sick child.
"Have you tried leaving him?" Penny asked. "Sometimes a guy doesn't know he loves you until he thinks he's losing you."
"I have no place to go. My parents are in California and I just can't go back there… and besides, it's too far away from…"
"Then make him jealous," Penny said with conviction. "That always makes them take notice."
"But none of the guys will even look at me."
Penny gave that problem some thought and couldn't find a solution. Especially if Paul was warning the men to stay away from her. But then an idea struck her so hard, that she instantly knew it was perfect. She bubbled with enthusiasm as she announced, "I've got the solution! You can date my brother… he's crazy about you anyway. And it'll be the perfect match to jolt Paul to his senses. Mostly because Steve is independent – but he's also handsome, young, and if I do say so myself… well… he's equipped for the job."
"Oh, Penny," Liz responded enthusiastically, "I'll try anything."
To show her appreciation, Liz planted a warm kiss on Penny's tear-covered breast.
"Ohhhh… Liz… please… don't do that," Penny groaned, visibly shaken by the effect the kiss had on her.
But instead of stopping, Liz opened her mouth and covered the sensitive nipple with it, sucking as much of the tender meat into her mouth as she could. Then slowly she let it slip out again, her lips sliding down to the very tip of the rock-hard nipple.
"I love you, Penny," she sighed. "You're the only friend I have. The only one I can talk to."
Penny's breath was taken away by the kiss. Honey was oozing from between her legs onto the firm, smooth leg that was nestled there. And Liz must have known it, she realized, because the smooth leg was rubbing gently, up and down, harder and harder, on her drooling cunt.
"You're the nicest person I've ever met," Liz continued, filling Penny's already spinning head with more flattering remarks. "I'd do anything for you, Penny… anything."
Penny couldn't say a word. She wanted to tell Liz to turn over and go to sleep. She wanted to tell her she was repulsed by the thought of two girls… that two girls shouldn't… It was wrong for girls… Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. So she gave the girl a little hug. Just an understanding little squeeze – to let her know she appreciated the compliments.
The gentle hug spurred Liz on to more daring displays of affection. She sucked Penny's tit into her mouth again, milking it now with her tongue, while her hand slid down Penny's back and caressed the plump balls of meat, encouraging the grinding motion that was taking place on her leg.