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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

They let Stephanie sip her way through half the brandy, making
comforting small talk. Then, once the liquor had begun to calm her,
they suggested that she come inside and clean up, and they offered her
clean clothes.

"I don't know," Stephanie said, allowing her hand to shake.

"Well, I do," Melissa told her, sternly. "You've had a shock. It's the
least we can do."

And so Stephanie allowed her new friend to lead the way to a guest
cabin. The cabin was spacious and luxurious. Melissa told Stephanie to
lie down on the queen-sized bed, promising to return very soon. When
she did, she carried a bowl of hot water, several washcloths, some
small plastic bags, and a box of cotton buds.

Stephanie looked at her nervously. "What's that all for?"

Melissa seemed very poised. "The cloths are to clean you up. The
cotton buds are to take a sample for evidence. You're shaken and
frightened right now. That doesn't mean we should wash away the
evidence, though.

"No," Stephanie protested, raising a weary hand to her forehead. "I
can't face this."

"It'll just take a moment. Stop being silly." She pushed Stephanie
back gently onto the bunk and then reached under her skirt to slip off
her underwear. "Lift up," she instructed.

Stephanie did, lifting the skirt to look down at her own belly. The
hair was matted with semen.

Melissa grabbed a cotton bud and pushed the girl's knees apart. "Open
wide," she said, smiling. "This won't hurt."

There was a pause, and Stephanie knew the other woman was looking at
her most secret spot. The bruises were probably well established by
now. Finally, she felt the instrument slip between the lips of her
vagina, rotating slowly and sweeping up and down to pick up the
telltale traces of fluid. Melissa dropped it into the bag and repeated
the exercise, sampling the juices ten times in all. Then, satisfied,
she sealed the bag, took a washcloth and began to clean Stephanie's
tummy.

"Thank you," Stephanie said. "You shouldn't have to do this."

"Don't be silly."

"No, really. This is very kind."

Melissa shrugged. "Girls have to stick together, don't you think?" She
turned the cloth over and wiped Stephanie's right thigh, running the
cloth up the inside in a firm stroke that ended just shy of the labia.
Stephanie found it exciting to be touched like this by a beautiful
stranger. She had left the villa only partially satisfied, and it was
easy now to become aroused. She let out a contented sigh.

Melissa set to work on her other thigh, and it seemed that she allowed
the washcloth to roam a little higher this time. She wiped slowly,
taking her time to make sure the job was thorough. She discarded the
cloth and took another, and she used this on Stephanie's vagina, not
asking permission, not giving any warning, just cleaning away the
traces of a bad experience. Stephanie shuddered at the touch.

"Relax," Melissa told her, running the cloth over the girl's clitoris
for the first time. Stephanie rewarded her with a shudder and a deep
groan of need.

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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