Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2024 01:29:25 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 5) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 5) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written by my sister and me. Any similarity to persons, places, or things is entirely coincidental. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading immediately. Otherwise, we hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters --- Our journey retreating out of the thick jungle along the cobblestone path passed quickly as Clarissa and I were seemingly lost in our own thoughts. After all, we had both experienced a ton this morning; from events that defied logic and all explanation, to helping give each other the most memorable orgasms of our lives with the assistance of a young girl. I still couldn't believe what was happening to me, and that I was not only tremendously enjoying fooling around with females, but with an eleven-year-old and the other appearing to be about half her age. As we neared the end of the path, I glanced downward at my jean shorts and was relieved to see that a combination of the heat and breeze had managed to erase any remnants of the drenched darker spot my burning loins had earlier graced them with. "Do you want to go eat right away or change clothes first? I think I'm good to go like this unless you really want to change", I said to Clarissa, breaking the silence. The cute blonde looked up at me while still holding my hand and replied, "I'm good too! I'm really hungry and don't feel like I need to change right now either." "OK!", I replied happily, right as we stepped off the last stones of the path and back onto the sand of the beach. Clarissa stopped abruptly, turned around and glanced back at the path, then at the sand beneath her feet, and then up at me. "I still don't understand how I didn't see this and then I could", she said apprehensively. I replied, "I know. It doesn't make sense to me either. Now that I think about it, I think there were a couple times that I tried to find it but couldn't see it. I was further away from it though, so I assumed that was why. And the few other guests that I have talked to since I have been here had no idea the hotel offered any kind of massage at all, and especially not the kind we just had." Clarissa blushed a little as I finished that sentence. "Maybe we can ask some more people if they know about it?" she added hopefully. "Yeah, that's not a bad idea, but we shouldn't mention the 'special' stuff", I added. "Duh!" she exclaimed playfully, with a hint of sarcasm behind her grin. --- We stepped into the restaurant hut where I encountered her and her parents the previous night, approached the hostess stand, and were greeted by the worker girl who held the door for me as I left the previous night and strangely told me to have "sweet dreams". "Hello, welcome special guests!" she said to me with a smirk before adding, "How many for food now?" I shot a quick glance down at Clarissa and responded, "Just the two of us." "Excellent, for tables for two we have these available", she said, while gesturing to two open tables with her left hand. The restaurant was busier than I expected given that it was halfway between lunch and dinner time. Both Clarissa and I peered at the two available tables offered to us with seating for two. One of them was next to a large group of 12 people who were very much on the raucous side. The other table was in the middle of the room on the end of a row of tables spaced much more closely together, with the adjacent one occupied by a woman who was, for the moment, unaccompanied. "I think we'll take the one in the middle of the room", I replied while gesturing to it. I wanted to be able to converse easily with Clarissa, quietly if needed, and not have to yell at each other to be heard over the rowdy group. The hostess nodded, indicated for us to follow her, led us over to our table, and hurried away after seating us. "Special guests?", Clarissa asked with a puzzled look on her face. I wondered the same thing myself given that it wasn't the first time I had heard it, but was interrupted before I could muster a response to her question. "Well, look who it is!", I heard a familiar-sounding voice exclaim from behind me, not quite being able to place it. "Hi Dan!", Clarissa said to the person behind me with a little wave and a smile that flashed her turquoise braces at me. I turned my head around my shoulder and saw Dan and Zoe approaching our table, detouring from their path towards the exit. "Hey young ladies!", Dan replied before adding, "We saw that you two just got here. Too bad it wasn't a little earlier or we would have invited you to join us. We just finished eating." "They were probably busy working on their tans, or let me guess, getting massages perhaps?", Zoe immediately interjected loudly with a playful, sarcastic inflection at the end of her question. Clarissa's face turned quickly towards mine and her eyes went wide after hearing Zoe's remark. Zoe continued with a laugh, "I have to say Erica, you totally got me! I actually went to the concierge and asked about massages and they looked at me like I was crazy!" Dan laughed and added, "Yeah, she got back to our room and was saying how she's going to get even with Erica for that one." Clarissa continued staring at me intently with her piercing blue eyes while I was internally struggling to not only reconcile what Zoe just related to us, but also how to respond. I quickly and awkwardly mumbled, "Oh, yeah... I can't help myself sometimes... sorry if I wasted your time though...", trailing off while forcing a smile, making my best effort to go along with the idea that I had been pranking her while simultaneously casting aside my own confusion. "It's all good", Dan started, "We play pranks on each other all the time so she's used to it by now", and shot Zoe a smile while he covertly reached a finger around the other side of her and poked it into her ribs. "HEY!", Zoe yelped as she couldn't help but react ticklishly to the poke. Dan joked, "But it's so easy when you're this ticklish..." Clarissa and I happened to look at each other. I noticed a little blush on her face, and I felt that my cheeks were warming as well, thinking back to Clarissa, tied and helpless, having her feet mercilessly tickled while her clit was getting tiny licks and caresses in tandem. My legs twitched involuntarily at the thought. Zoe shot Dan a look and added, "You stop... Well girls, have a nice meal and we will see you around! Maybe the timing will work out better next time!" Clarissa finally broke her gaze at my face and waved goodbye to Zoe and Dan along with me. As my head was spinning back around to look at her after making sure our friends were out of earshot, I noticed the woman at the table adjacent to us glancing over in our direction. As soon as my eyes almost met hers, she turned her head quickly away from us. Clarissa must have seen my expression and looked over at the woman, who was still looking away, and then back at me with a curious look. I shrugged my shoulders at Clarissa to signify that I was confused about the woman's reaction. Immediately after, I glanced in her direction again, only to see her take a brief look at us before turning her head hastily again in the opposite direction. "Hi! My name is Erica and this is my friend Clarissa", I said confidently while gesturing towards Clarissa, as I stared directly at the woman at the table next to us. The woman's head turned back slowly towards us and the best way I can describe her is that she appeared like a deer staring down a pair of headlights in the middle of the night. She hesitated and after appearing to attempt to collect herself, replied, "Hi, my name is Bethany... it's very nice to meet you both", while still seemingly unable to look either of us in the eyes for more than a moment. Clarissa and I looked back at each other confused, likely both wondering what was prompting this woman's odd behavior. She wasn't a bad looking woman. I would guess she was in her late 30s or early 40s, had straight brown hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes, smooth skin, and a pretty face. She beared the slightest resemblance to Clarissa's mom, Megan. "Are you OK?", Clarissa asked Bethany, breaking my observational thought process. Bethany immediately turned her head and locked eyes with Clarissa momentarily before abruptly turning to look in my direction. Her gaze meeting mine, she asked hesitantly and nervously, "Were you really joking with your friends about having massages here?" Confused by her question, reaction, and the look on her face, I responded guardedly, "Why, what does it matter?" Clarissa stared at me intently and wide-eyed, and Bethany took note of this before responding, "You aren't joking, are you?" Clarissa and I glanced at each other again. Bethany suddenly added while looking back into my eyes, "Oh my gosh, it's not just you, she did too?!", sounding alarmingly concerned. Clarissa had the slightest look of panic starting to spread across her beautiful face, so I looked back at Bethany, trying to regain control of this situation, and proclaimed, "I'm sorry, who cares if we have massages here?" Bethany was taken back my harsh response. Her gaze wandered and she looked like she was in deep thought before her eyes realigned with mine. She queried suspiciously, "So where do these massages happen then?" Before I could respond, Clarissa blurted out, "Down the stone path into the jungle and in the bigger hut that's out there, duh!" The look which then crossed Bethany's face would put the earlier deer to shame, as if she had just seen Casper the friendly ghost dance across her tabletop. Bethany looked around nervously and said in a harsh but quiet tone, "Would you two listen to me? You should NOT be telling others about that!" Clarissa and I looked at each other briefly, and before I could respond, Clarissa asked pointedly, "What are you talking about? Why not?" Bethany's gaze locked with mine and the face I returned consisted of concern and confusion more than anything else. As a result, her appearance softened and she again spoke to the two of us in a quiet tone, "Haven't you figured it out by now?" "Figured what out?", I replied, more curious than ever. Bethany continued, "What you were invited to is not something that everyone else knows about, or can know about..." Clarissa looked at me wide-eyed again. I blinked and responded, "Why not?" Bethany paused and took note of Clarissa's expression before replying, "I see that she understands very well." She looked directly at Clarissa and continued, "You saw something that you can't explain. People can't see the path unless they are chosen, so both of you must have been chosen by her. You shouldn't mention any of this to anyone else or it's going to be like what just happened with your friends a minute ago at best, or possibly much, much worse. Have you seen... the little girl?" Clarissa and I exchanged glances again, utterly dumbfounded by Bethany's words and their implications for us. "Mareva?!", Clarissa asked. "So you have...", Bethany trailed off for a moment with a deep sigh before continuing, "Have you two only had what you're calling 'massages' or have you been down in the temple?" "Temple?!", Clarissa blurted out in response. "Oh...", Bethany started to reply, "Never mind about that. I thought it might already be too late...", she trailed off while appearing to slightly blush. Clarissa and I looked at one another, and finally I responded, "Too late for what?" Bethany ignored the question and asked again, "So, just what you call 'massages' then?" Before either of us could answer, Bethany caught Clarissa's face turning red and while continuing to look at her, quickly added, "Oh gosh, you two have done things to each other already... you're so young." Clarissa's cheeks increased their redness and I felt a rush throughout my whole body as Bethany's words reminded me that I had indeed sexually pleasured the beautiful preteen girl sitting across the table from me, and that this fact was somehow apparent to Bethany. Still staring intently at both of us, Bethany asked, "You must have two candles lit, right?" "I've seen three candles and yeah, two of them are lit. Originally, only one was after my first visit, but then the second was after I brought Clarissa. What do they mean and what do you know about them? And how did you know that we would have two lit?", I countered with, trying to keep my composure despite her seemingly knowing about our sexual involvement. "If Mareva ever tells you that 'dreams are more powerful than you know', please take her seriously because it's not a joke. You might think you are only imagining something but it will be really happening. And like me, you probably won't be able to stop once you have done it a few times", Bethany said quietly before suddenly standing up and retreating towards the exit of the restaurant hut, leaving half of her meal unfinished. As she walked away, I noticed she was wearing red Crocs. "What the fuck?", I mumbled quietly, resulting in Clarissa staring at me slightly shocked, undoubtedly being surprised by both my utterance and the entire encounter with Bethany. I pointed at Bethany's shoes. "Erica, what just happened? What did she mean about those candles and about dreams and not being able to stop?", Clarissa inquired, sounding particularly rattled. Clarissa's barrage of questions went unanswered as my mind flashed back to the strange dream I had the night after my very first regular massage and jungle visit. It felt strangely realistic at the time, left me a turned-on mess, and was eerily predictive of similar events which occurred earlier today. I began to question if it really was a regular dream or something entirely different. More importantly, my brain was trying to decipher and make any form of meaningful sense out of Bethany's talk of the candles, dreams, and "being down in the temple". My mind flashed to the nearly hidden trap door that I found in the floor and had no luck opening. "Erica?!", Clarissa prodded, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Sorry, I was just thinking about all of that too. I... don't know what is happening", I truthfully replied. "Why does she have red Crocs like us?", Clarissa asked. "There must be something symbolic about them. They perfectly match the red color all over the massage hut and neither of us know where ours came from. She knows more than we do about what is going on... she even knew what happened to you by the path", I posited. Clarissa started, "How did she know that?", looking at me for a moment in awe before continuing, "And why did she leave like that?" "I don't know how she knew about that but if I had to guess, I would say she witnessed it herself, like what you saw. I didn't have that experience myself though. As far as why she left, she was very surprised that we had been there for some reason. She made it sound like people have to be chosen which implies that it's exclusive in some way. Maybe that's why other people don't know about it and can't see the path?", I reasoned. "But why?", Clarissa asked simply. Blushing and hanging my head a little, I started to reply, "Well... what the three of us did together out there isn't something that most people would be accepting of... but aside from that, I don't know why or how only certain people can see it. They could give anyone regular massages without them knowing about the 'special' ones." Clarissa shook her head, looking as perplexed as ever. I couldn't blame her. After all, she had been introduced to a whole new world of sex and pleasure in a manner that many adults never even experience in their lifetimes. I was certain that she would need time to process all of it. The strange events we continued to encounter were surely only adding to her mental strain. I realized that while I had a differing perspective from hers, I was facing a similar dilemma. But more importantly, like her dad half-joked about, I wanted to be a big sister to her so she felt safe, protected, loved, and never alone. I reasoned to myself that our urges for wanting to do things to each other were a form of love. --- We finished our meal and decided to head back to my room since it was already getting late enough in the afternoon for her parents to return from their scuba diving excursion. Aside from not having much time to start a new activity, we were both very much in need of rest. Once we made it inside, we found ourselves looking at the bed and giggled when we caught each other's gazes doing so. "I had so much fun with you today, Clarissa", I started, looking into her iridescent blue eyes, "I still hope you are feeling the same way..." She looked at me thoughtfully, smiled gently, and replied, "I loved everything that we did together." My heart fluttered not only from her soft words and her beauty which I was finding myself increasingly noticing and admiring every second we spent together, but also from the reassurance of knowing that she truly enjoyed our day and experiences. "Do you want to lay down and rest for a few minutes?", I asked her before glancing at the bed. "I would love that!", she replied happily. We both walked over to the bed and kicked off our matching, squishy Crocs before climbing up on top of the comforter. I pulled two pillows down and placed them where our heads would be laying, and Clarissa pushed hers over right next to mine. "Is that OK?", she asked before adding more quietly, "I... kinda want to be close to you..." I couldn't help but smile as her words warmed my heart. "Of course that's OK!", I replied. She grinned and we laid our heads down on our pillows, both of us facing the left side of the bed. Because of the positioning, she was almost next to me, so if I scooted a bit closer, I could comfortably wrap my arm around her. Knowing she wanted to feel close and protected, I decided to go for it, wriggling my body over towards hers and extending an arm over her side. My hand landed on top of her left hand, and instantly the feeling of her soft skin gave me tiny tingles in my stomach. "Aw, I love this...", she expressed softly, before pushing backwards so the length of her body was entirely resting against my own, both of us in a near-fetal position. Her cute little bubble butt now pressed firmly against the front of my hips. Once she was comfortably in place, she brought her feet backwards and rested both of them directly on the tops of mine. "Ohhhhhhhhh", I sighed deeply and completely involuntarily at the sensation which caused me to shiver and start forming goosebumps. The warmth of her entire tiny body pressing back against mine was electric. I also wasn't prepared for how the smoothness of both of her soles resting on the tops of my feet would quickly bring my mind back to how I felt when they were making contact with me earlier when I was tied to the massage table. A small giggle escaped from her perfect, pink lips. "You like how my feet feel on the bottoms, don't you?", she asked while ever so lightly gliding them back and forth across the tops of mine. I shivered again, harder this time, both from her sole touches and from knowing this beautiful little girl was purposefully trying to tease me, especially while now having an understanding of how wonderfully erotic the simplest grazes can be. I quickly sensed that if the rubbery sensation sliding back and forth didn't soon cease, my body was going to begin having other reactions. "Mayyyyyybe...", I started to reply jokingly, "But I won't be able to get any rest if I'm feeling that!" "Fiiiiiiine", she teased, stopping the sole caresses but still leaving them in place on the tops of my feet, causing me another shiver. I brought my arm closer to her body and wrapped it tightly around her belly while resting my chin on the top of her head against her beautiful, straight blonde hair. It wasn't long before I was soundly asleep with her still in my embrace. --- My eyes were seemingly having difficulty adjusting to a dark environment. I knew that I would be groggy from first waking up, but I didn't expect this extreme darkness, especially given the time of day it was. Looking down at my watch, I realized that my watch was not on my wrist. I was sitting on the cold ground, what appeared to be originally rough stones that were smoothed out in some manner unbeknown to me, and my back leaned against a similar stone wall which was also uneven enough to poke the entirety of my back in different locations. "Where am I?!", I immediately thought as I realized that I was no longer in my bed or my hut. I glanced around for Clarissa but she, nor anyone else, were anywhere in sight. My eyes blinked a few more times attempting to decipher my location. I placed my palms on cold stones on the floor around me and pushed myself upward to stand. Looking down, I saw the red Crocs covering my feet, and at this moment, I was happy to have them since they buffered me from the rough, uneven ground. Glancing to my left, I could faintly detect rungs of a ladder against the wall. Moving closer and looking upward, the wooden ladder disappeared into complete darkness at an indiscernible distance above me. Even though the rungs and the wood felt solid and sturdy, I wasn't the most inclined to start climbing upwards into the dark unknown unless I had a solid reason to. Turning around in the other direction, a small passageway continued and curved around a corner where a faint flicker of light was originating from, the only source of illumination currently available to me. Seeing a little more clearly now, the walls, floors, and ceilings all consisted of the same stones. The width of this passageway could fit three of me across, and the ceiling was just barely out of reach if I lifted both of my arms all the way up in the air. It was a good thing that I'm not claustrophobic. As I walked towards the bend, I noticed that the air was cool and damp, as if I were in some sort of cave. Rounding the corner, another long segment appeared in front of me but I was finally able to discover the source of the light. On my right and hanging from the wall, a torch burned, casting a gentle glow and flicker across all the uneven stones which made up the passageway. At the end of the long stretch ahead of me, there seemed to be another curve, the beginning of which was graced with another torch on the wall. Now wondering more than ever where I was and how I ended up here, I reluctantly continued to step carefully forward, following the path. After a few more curves and slight bends, I reached a stone staircase which descended in front of me. "Well, I've come this far...", I thought to myself as I decided to traverse downward. After a lot of progress, it crossed my mind that if I were in fact in an underground cave, as this place appeared to be, the exit would most likely be up and not down. My mind flashed back to the ladder, and I hesitated for a second. Looking forward, I could tell that I was nearing the end of the staircase, having descended what felt like four stories down already, with around two remaining. There seemed to be more light emanating from the bottom which piqued my curiosity. I decided to push a little further since I was almost at the end, and concluded if nothing was in sight which could provide a means to exit, I could always retrace my steps to the ladder and attempt to climb it. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard what sounded like a girl whimpering. Turning to look behind me and seeing only darkness, I listened more intently and discerned a similar noise again, seemingly coming from somewhere beyond the bottom of the stairs. Now realizing I wasn't alone, I moved much more slowly and carefully to avoid bringing any unnecessary attention to myself until I was able to determine what was happening. I finally reached a larger landing area at the bottom of the stairs which lacked any of the wall torches that had illuminated the stairway. Ahead of me, a doorway emitted a greater amount of light, but I was surprised by how small it was. Anyone taller than Clarissa would have to duck their head to pass through it. Closer now, I heard the sounds of many footsteps along with another whimper which sounded muffled in a strange way. The voice behind it sounded like it belonged to a teenage girl. More curious than ever to find the source and reason for these sounds, I took small baby steps closer to the side of the door so I could remain as undetected as possible. As I reached the stone wall separating the landing area from whatever was behind the doorway, I noticed a shimmer of light coming through a crack in the wall several steps to the left of the door. I creeped over to it and was surprised to see that it was large enough for me to be able to peer in the room and observe what was happening without making my presence known in the doorway. Peering through the hole, I made out a small room, maybe 12 feet square, with torches hanging on each wall, at least on the three sides that I could observe from my vantage point. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all identical to the ones in the passageway I had traveled through to find myself here with one exception: they were all painted the same red color that matched the theme of the massage hut and my shoes. There were no other windows or doors that I could identify. Perfectly centered in the room, there was a raised section of the stone floor which formed a square column that was about three feet high, six feet wide, and six feet long. On each corner of the top of the column, there was a small ring carved out of the same stones comprising the strange platform. I blinked in disbelief as I finally observed the source of the whimpering which had caught my attention. A teenage girl who appeared to be around 15 years old laid completely naked on her back on top of the platform, with her wrists and ankles tied to the four corner rings. The bottoms of her feet faced the direction I was observing the room from. She was both blindfolded and gagged with some sort of red fabric, and the ropes securing her arms and legs appeared to be the same red ropes used on the massage table. She had light brown hair and at first glance, a cute face, despite her mouth and eyes being concealed. The source of the many footsteps I thought I heard earlier was now apparent. I cupped my hand over my mouth tightly as my jaw dropped upon seeing ten girls who appeared to be Mareva's age or a couple years older surrounding the tied teen girl. Each of the young girls were dressed in the attire Mareva first gave me a "special" massage wearing: the string top which circled their bare, flat nipples, the almost-thong panties with a sheer front, and red Crocs. My thighs immediately squeezed together involuntarily from this observation, and I further realized that Mareva was not among any of these little girls. They appeared to all be Polynesian like her however, and the tied teen looked white like Clarissa or me. The teen girl laid helpless on the uncomfortably-appearing stone platform as each girl was tormenting her with the lightest simultaneous flicks and curls of their small tongues. Two little girls were licking both of her palms; two little girls were licking her ears and neck; two little girls were licking her armpits; two little girls were licking each of her nipples on her small breasts; and the remaining two little girls were licking the bottoms of her feet and toes. Interestingly absent was the presence of anyone in between the teen girl's legs, giving me a clear view of her completely shaved, spread, glistening pussy. I could tell from a distance how turned on she was, and I immediately wondered how long she had been enduring this treatment. Observing so many little girls tease this clearly horny teenager sent increasing twitches between my legs the longer I looked. I gasped into my still cupped mouth as I was shocked by the appearance of Bethany stepping forward towards the girl, seemingly advancing from the direction of the door and the wall I was peering through; the one part of the room I couldn't observe from my current position. My eyes stared widely and in disbelief as Bethany approached the tied girl and started gliding her index finger up and down over her protruding clit while all the other girls continued their tongue torment. The tied girl again whimpered into the red gag, this time a little more forcefully as Bethany's finger continued caressing her hot spot. I was oddly fixated on the scene playing out before my eyes, having never encountered or even imagined such a thing. I didn't even know how this was possible in this moment, or how I came to be here. I knew I should immediately turn away and head back, but I started becoming aware of the fact that I wanted to see what was going to happen to this tied up girl. As her body increasingly squirmed and shook from ten soft tongues and little clit tickles, the growing heat in between my own legs first greeted me with the sensation of wetness. As I felt another trickle of moisture ooze out of me and against my damp panties, my attention was re-focused on Bethany stepping backwards and raising her finger quickly off the tied teen girl's clit, resulting in a loud whimper from her. Bethany held her slick finger up to her face, glistening in the dim light emitted from the torches, and inserted it into her mouth. The girl continued whimpering quietly and twitching from the ten tongues which were not affording the rest of her body the same break. Bethany then again stepped backwards towards the wall and disappeared from my view. Who was this teenager? Did she sign up for this willingly? Who were all these little girls and where did they come from? How did they know how to do these things to her? How was Bethany involved in all of this? How did she get all of these little girls to help her do this? Question after question furiously raged through my mind as I was at a complete loss for understanding. The lone exception remained the fire in between my legs. Despite not knowing how or why any of this was occurring, I knew I was enjoying watching, and increasingly so. At that moment, Bethany stepped forward again into view and placed her single index finger back on the teen girl's clit, resuming its vertical, back-and-forth strokes. Watching the girl's body immediately react and whimper sent another throb between my legs and caused my toes to curl. As the clit rubbing continued for over a minute with the teen becoming increasingly worked up again, a flash of temptation flickered through my thoughts. I wanted to feel those teasingly light clit caresses Bethany was delivering to the girl at the same time. I initially tried to fight off this curiosity, seeing as how it was a helpless teen girl, but my breaking point came when I observed Bethany's slippery fingertip gliding so expertly across her throbbing clit that the teen's entire body was shaking and toes curling, just a couple gracious rubs away from exploding into what I was guessing would be a massive orgasm. But when the girl was two little fingertip grazes away from going over the edge, Bethany pulled her finger away and once again inserted it into her mouth, tasting her handiwork. I couldn't take it anymore. I reached down and unbuttoned my jean shorts and lowered the zipper enough so I could get a hand inside my panties. My fingers were immediately covered in my warm, slippery goo which had by now covered the entire inside front of my panties. My index and middle fingers found my burning, protruding clit and rested on both sides of it, eagerly awaiting Bethany's attention to return to the teen's slippery clit. I could still see it throbbing from my vantage point, no doubt from the extreme edging she had just received, combined with the ten tongues which were still mercilessly licking and tickling her body from head to toe. After what felt like an eternity, Bethany emerged back into view again and held her single finger up in the air for what felt like an unusually long time. But finally, it returned downward and rested on top of the teen's swollen clit, going around in a little circle before resuming the fingertip lightly tracing up and down over the top of it. I gasped and quietly moaned into the hand that was still cupping my mouth while my other fingertips started gently rocking my clit back and forth. I was so hot in the moment after the first few rubs and hearing the teen whimper in desperation yet again that my knees felt weak and I had to steady myself to avoid falling over. I couldn't even imagine the pleasure the teen was feeling from not only having desperately-needed rubs on her throbbing clit, the but ten tongues of little girls burning in almost every erogenous spot on her body simultaneously. My fingers rocked back and forth faster as the unknown teen girl was once again being torturously slowly worked up to the point of having an earth-shattering orgasm. It wasn't long before I could see her thigh muscles twitching, toes curling against the little tongues attacking them, heavy breathing turning into almost-constant moans and whimpers, and her back arching upwards slightly in anticipation for what she needed more than anything else in the world at that moment. Bethany's fingertips and mine were probably less than five gentle rubs away from finishing both the teen and myself off. I felt it building, my legs weakening and shaking, my clit burning hotter than an inferno, and just one more whimper needed from the teen to set me off. Bethany's skilled finger gave the girl the final clit caress required to send her over the edge, causing the teen to open her mouth to deeply gasp for air in preparation for the imminent explosion which was about to escape out of her entire body. --- A sudden knocking on the door to my hut jarred both Clarissa and I out of a deep slumber. "Oh god!", I exclaimed quietly, but more alertly than someone who was just woken up should have been, "Not again!" I jumped up out of the bed quickly and placed my feet back into the gross Crocs. Clarissa turned around to look at me and saw me staring downward in disbelief at my jean shorts which for the second time today, now had a massive, darker-colored wet spot visible right in the middle of the crotch. Her eyes widened and she immediately looked up at me. "What caused that?", she asked with a mix of intrigue and concern. "I think... a dream I was just having...", I said, trailing off. "A dream? Are you serious? What happened?!", she asked excitedly, again looking down at my wet spot. "Erica? Clarissa? We're back! Are you both in there?", we heard Megan's voice through the door along with more knocking. My eyes scanned the room quickly and found what they were looking for: a new pair of jean shorts. "Clarissa!", I whispered, "I'm going to run in the bathroom to change my shorts. Once the door closes, go let your mom in and tell her that you were asleep and that I must be in the bathroom, OK?!" Clarissa nodded in agreement and said, "OK! Go!" I quickly snatched up the fresh pair of jean shorts and caught Clarissa slipping her feet back into her Crocs out of the corner of my eye while I was hightailing it into the bathroom. Once the door closed and locked, I heard Clarissa open the room door and greet her mom. It was pure adrenaline at this moment that was keeping me standing on my feet and not thinking about the sexual desperation which had again inhibited my entire body. I unbuttoned and unzipped the wet jean shorts and slid them down to my ankles, realizing that I had no panties on because of soiling them earlier in the day. They were still stuffed into one of the pockets, so I pulled them out and laid out both articles of clothing across the side of the bathtub to dry. "Shit! I forgot new panties!", I thought to myself, "Oh well, I'm going to have to go commando again for a few more minutes", I finished with a sigh and a roll of my eyes. I dried my slippery labia and inner thighs as best as I hastily could with a hand towel before I attempted to step into the new pair of jean shorts. The somewhat harsh cotton texture of the towel surprised me as it dragged over my currently puffed-out clit; as the rough graze elicited a small moan which I immediately did my best to conceal once I realized it was escaping my lips. My palm reached out reactively and gripped the countertop, hard, until the unexpected wave passed. Without a doubt, the strange dream was still very fresh and burning in my mind, causing my body to once again desperately crave relief. Trying to snap out of it, I pulled the new shorts up before making my way back over to the door and emerging from the bathroom. "There she is!", Clarissa said happily, pointing at me. "Hi Erica! How is everything going?", Megan asked, "Clarissa says that you were both taking a short nap and that I woke her up." Turning back to Clarissa, she added, "Sorry about that, honey." "Hi Megan!", I replied as cheerily as possible, "Yeah, we had so much fun today, and all the running around combined with the heat made us tired so we thought we would take a quick nap since you and Paul would be back soon at that point. I just woke up to use the restroom and I think that's when you first knocked on the door." Megan stated, "No problem! I thought both of you might not be here and was about to go look around elsewhere, but then Clarissa opened the door." She paused for a few seconds and then asked, "So did you two enjoy your girls day? What kind of fun did you end up having? I've been curious all day to hear all about it!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clarissa's gaze lowering and her face starting to blush, so I jumped in quickly and exuberantly to distract Megan from her daughter. "Oh, this place is AMAZING!", I replied loudly, "We went for a long hike through the jungle, ate some yummy food, talked a lot, took a quick nap as you know... pretty much a perfect girls day! And I have to say, I had a ton of fun with Clarissa, getting to know her, and exploring this tropical paradise together. She is super smart and a great kid!" I felt my cheeks burning as thoughts of the actual exploration I performed with this beautiful eleven-year-old flashed through my mind. "A long hike through the jungle?", Megan started before turning to Clarissa, "Honey, did your skin burn at all? Did you use sunscreen like I told you to?" Clarissa looked up at her mom but didn't respond. "Oh, you're blushing sweetie, but your skin looks fine", Megan added, sounding relieved. I jumped in, "Oh yeah, it was almost completely covered by trees so I knew that her skin wouldn't burn." Megan turned back to me and said, "Thank you Erica! And wow, she must really like you if your nice words make her blush like that", she finished with a laugh. "I'm just being honest!", I came back with, doing my best to mentally command my own cheeks not to blush, "I really meant it. It was a great day and I would be happy to do it again anytime! Clarissa is pretty awesome!", I finished, winking at Clarissa, who only blushed more. I didn't want Clarissa to have to lie to her mom, so I felt it was important to fill in any of the minutiae her mom might have been curious about. After some further back-and-forth, Clarissa had all of her things ready to go and they were both about to leave. "Mom", Clarissa started to ask, sounding concerned, "Is it OK if I hang out with Erica again soon?" "Yes honey, of course, as long as it works for whatever Erica has planned in her schedule!", Megan replied. "I came here just to relax so I'm very flexible. You know where I am, so just drop by whenever you feel like it and we will figure out something to do!", I replied with a smile. Clarissa flashed me one of her signature, braces-filled grins. I was surprised by feelings I was having at this point in time. I was almost giddy about the idea of spending more time with this cute, budding girl, and the thought of it excited me in ways I had never experienced before. It was almost like I had a crush on her, wanting to spend every possible minute together, even if we were doing nothing. As I observed her big smile, I couldn't help but almost lose myself in thinking about her perfect skin, her perfectly-shaped, supple pink lips... "Honey, where did you get those shoes?", Megan asked Clarissa, startling me out of my thoughts. Clarissa hesitated for a few moments and looked at me, prompting Megan to turn my direction. "Oh yeah", I started to reply, composing myself as much as I was currently capable of, "Funny story about that! My little sister and I have these matching red Crocs", I said while pointing down at the ugly things wrapped around my feet, "and she was so mad that she couldn't come with me on this trip that she threw them in my luggage without me knowing as a joke, to make her feel like she was able to come along after all", I stated, lying through my teeth. "Damn, that was pretty good on the fly and under pressure", I laughed to myself mentally, knowing that I'm not typically skilled at such efforts. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush from the dream which was still in the process of wearing off, I mused. I continued to Megan, "So when I unpacked, I laid them on the floor next to mine and Clarissa happened to notice them. She thought it would be the coolest thing ever if our shoes matched while we spent the day together, so I totally told her that she could wear them as long as she wanted if they fit, even after you came to pick her up. And they did fit, almost perfectly! So, we spent the day looking all cute in them", I finished, cringing internally at the thought of these stupid shoes and how ridiculous I must have looked. Megan couldn't help but laugh and turned to her daughter, "Clarissa, you are so funny", and turning back to me, finished with, "Erica, you are so sweet for being so kind to her. I really don't have words to thank you for everything you did for her and us today." "It was my pleasure", I replied with a genuine sincerity. They both started to leave, the inevitable conclusion which I knew would culminate the day's events. I was already missing my time with Clarissa before she had even completely left my room in the tow of her mom. As I was about the close the door behind them, she turned around one last time after making sure her mom was facing the opposite direction, and blew me a kiss before immediately snapping back around and lifting her right leg in the air, flashing me the sole of one of the red Crocs she was still wearing. My heart fluttered in my chest so deeply that it took me by surprise as I closed the door. --- By now, the sun was about to disappear beneath the horizon of the vast ocean, so I decided to go for a walk on the beach to clear my head. My body was still craving yet another sexual release, but the unexpectedly strong, bittersweet emotions which were stirred in me as Clarissa had to leave left me wanting to try and decompress before anything else. Since there was a lack of sunshine and a lot of people were now having dinner, the beach was deserted for the most part. I didn't mind though; I wanted some time and space away from everyone and everything to try and get a handle on my feelings. I first thought about Clarissa and wondered how she was doing. I sincerely hoped that her words were still ringing true for her and that she loved everything we did together and that she learned. I also wondered if she felt this bittersweet tinge of emotions that was inexplicably souring my mood. I hoped not, and I really wanted us see each other again as soon as possible. Her beautiful smile was really burned into my brain now. As I continued walking, my mind then wandered back to the dream I had involving Bethany. Trying to understand it generally was important to me, but I had very few answers; only another surprise about how watching something so insanely perverted -- ten little girls and a grown woman sexually teasing a clearly-horny teenage girl with tongues and a fingertip -- caused me to re-soak my jean shorts. I shivered with both regret and lust. I wondered if any of it was somehow related to the strange encounter Clarissa and I experienced with Bethany during our earlier late lunch. "Erica?", a voice called out to me, prompting me to spin around quickly to face the direction it originated from. Bethany was a few steps behind me, also walking barefoot in the sand, seemingly following my footsteps. The sight of her caused my toes to curl and my mind to flash back to the dream again, but I tried to ignore this mental distraction as much as I possibly could. "Bethany...", I replied, trailing off a little, "What are you doing here?" "Do you mind if I walk with you for a few minutes?", she asked. I honestly wondered if the shadows and lighting from the sunset were playing tricks on my eyes, as I could have sworn I observed the slightest smirk hiding in the corner of her mouth. "Sure, I guess", I replied somewhat unenthusiastically as a result of my current mental state and also my displeasure with our previous interaction. "I'm sorry about earlier", she started to apologize, "I... was very surprised and honestly so shocked that I didn't know how to handle myself or what I was learning." "What are you talking about?", I asked. "You two... having been out in the jungle", she replied. "What's the big deal about that?", I asked, becoming more annoyed. She replied gently, seemingly trying to defuse my annoyance, "It's like I told you both earlier. What you have experienced is not ummm... 'open to the public', we'll say. In fact, it has been years since I have come across anyone who was even invited, much less actually went." "Is it because of stuff with kids?", I asked quietly, feeling some shame. "Oh, no, not at all", Bethany quickly replied with some surprise, "In fact, that's something that is celebrated in their culture, at least with girls." "Strange...", I said aloud, without thinking. Trying to collect my thoughts, I added, "So what is it then, if not that?" "I can't explain it entirely, and it's not because I don't want to. There is so much that I simply don't know, but you learn to live with that and accept it", she replied. "I... don't understand what's happening here", I replied. "Think about what happened to Clarissa. You were there when it happened right?", she asked. "I was, and actually I'd really like to know how you knew about that", I replied firmly. "It happened to me too on my first visit here over 20 years ago. I had no explanation for it then and still don't now. But I can appreciate what the purpose is.", she came back with. "And what's what?", I queried. "To keep their secrets secret", she replied simply. "You told us earlier that Clarissa and I were 'chosen' to know about it or whatever. So why did Clarissa have that experience that no one can explain?", I asked. "The first time you need to be invited by someone's touch. After the first time, you only need your key", she replied. I blinked and my mind flashed back to my first trip to the massage hut with the welcome tour girl. I recalled her grabbing my hand to lead me to the cobblestone path. And the following morning, the girl who came to my hut to collect me had also grabbed my hand when trying to rush me out the door. "What do you mean by key? My room key? How does a key help me or Clarissa see an invisible path that is hiding in plain sight?", I queried. "Again, I don't know the how, but I know the why. And we are both holding our keys in our hands at the moment", she stated. I looked down at the only thing I was carrying; my pair of red Crocs which I had slipped off for my walk along the beach. Bethany was carrying hers as well. "This is...", I started, "Are you for real?" "Like I said, they have ways of keeping their secrets secret", she responded. "Who are 'they'?", I asked. "The female natives who have inhabited this island for hundreds, if not thousands of years. You already know one of them", she stated. I thought for a moment and asked, "You mean Mareva?" "Yes...", she trailed off briefly, "She is a very special little girl." "Yeah, you could say that", I laughed with a hint of sarcasm. "I was very surprised that she chose you and Clarissa because younger ones usually aren't the best at keeping secrets. I thought maybe you both talking about massages was a joke so that's why I was so intent on finding out if you were serious or not. And when I sensed you were and Clarissa essentially proved it to me, I didn't know how to handle knowing", she added. "Hmmm... OK", I started, paused, and then continued, "So all the workers at this hotel know about all of this?" "Oh! No, not at all", she exclaimed, "Decades ago, the natives allowed the hotel to build on their island so more people would come here. Some of the workers are natives themselves and know about it, but most do not." "This is beyond bizarre...", I trailed off. "I'm sure you have met a few of the other natives, like the ones who brought you into the jungle, or who you saw in the massage hut. They have to blend in, after all. And you have seen others too that you haven't met", she responded. "Wait, what? Like who?", I asked, puzzled by the last part of her response. "What other natives haven't you met?", she asked, attempting to clarify my question. "Yeah, and how would you know who I have or haven't met?", I asked again, with my bewilderment growing. "Well...", she started slowly, "Have you seen a group of native girls like Mareva anytime recently?", she asked, with that almost hidden smile appearing again at the corner of her mouth. My mind instantly flashed to my dream from earlier while napping with Clarissa and I felt chills go up my entire spine, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to touch the sky. "Wha...", I started to stutter, feeling the color quickly fading out of my face. Bethany abruptly stopped walking, causing me to stop too and face her as she stared intently into my eyes, her smirk slowly spreading across the entirety of her lips, obviously not trying to conceal it anymore. She asked pointedly, "Do you think I'm not aware that you were watching us through the hole in the wall with your hand in your panties?" --- Chapter 6 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.