Fatima the muslim virgin

As Gina tried to recollect her thoughts, the silence of the bathroom was shattered by a soft voice.

"Oh my! Are you all right?"

It was Fatima, one of the arab muslim girls. She was dressed in the same kind of school uniform as Gina, but also with white knee-length socks and a black hijab. She used neither makeup nor nail polish, she was of strikt conservative upbringing.

Fatima was the same age as Gina, 19 years old, but shorter, a tad chubby and blessed with C-cup size breasts. Shy and withdrawn, she had never even kissed a boy, much less made out with anyone. She even had a special permit to shower in solitude at school, so as not to expose herself nude to anyone. Of course she was exempt from any education about sexuality. Not that she was unaware of the biology of it, but she had no personal or theoretical frame of reference whatsoever in regard to sexuality.

And now, for the first time ever, she found herself gawking at someones fully exposed pussy. She stared in silence, at Ginas trimmed bush, at her svollen pussy lips and at the huge erect clit with the ampallang piercing.

"Uh? What?" Gina rose from the floor, and desperatly tried to cover up. Her pants were sorley missing, but she found her skirt, and quickly set about to put it in place.

"Wait. Please don't" Fatima wanted to see more. She felt uncanny attracted to the weird thing between Ginas legs. "Please don't cover up just yet."

The door to the bathroom swung shut behind Fatima, as she hesitantly moved closer to Gina. "Could I... Would you... May I pretty please... Touch it?"

Gina froze completely still. The very thoughts of having a girl touch her private parts were repulsing. And a muslim at that! But still: "Act nice!" she told herself. "Behave. Anything to get rid of the curse."

"Yes. Yes, you may." she told Fatima, while avoiding to look her into the eyes. "Please be gentle."

Fatima took Ginas erect clit between her thumb and index finger. She squesed gently, moved her fingers up and down, fondled Ginas clit ever so carefully. A moan of pleasure escaped Gina's lips.

Fatima swallowed hard. "I... I never..." Her eyes sparkled with never before experienced desire. Her pants grew wet and her heart raced. "Would you... Could we... Would you please touch my special place like I do yours?"