Dave's place - to safety

"Let's play it safe for now." Krystal decided. "Maybe once we get my clothes from Dave's place we can head out and get you the grooming supplies."

"Wait... Dave? You know Dave? Dave who moved to America Dave?"

"Yeah, I'm staying at his place."

"I don't know if I want him to see me like this. Not before I've done a little trimming at least."

"He's not there. I've got the place to myself for a few days."

"Oh. Thank god for that!"

Despite her words, Krystal could sense a hint of disappointment in her voice. Although she was tempted to probe a little further, she realised that would mean having the conversation while standing naked in the middle of an English seaside village. She indicated that Lilleth should follow, and led the way.

The priest's daughter walked with both hands clamped firmly over her wild pubic mound, leaving her breasts to sway freely. Feigning confidence for the sake of the other girl, Krystal walked with her hands at her sides.

They had not travelled far - they were walking alongside a front garden shielded by a hedge - before Krystal noticed that her new friend's breathing was a little ragged. She turned and asked "You okay?"

"Fine!" Lilleth squeaked. "Fine."

A slight movement made Krystal lower her eyes. She could see one of Lilleth's knuckles working back and forth ever so slightly.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Krystal asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just... I've never felt so randy before!"

From behind the hedge, a voice cried out "What?! Who's talking filth on my doorstep!"

Before either girl could react, the front gate opened and an elderly woman stepped out onto the street. She eyed the two naked girls haughtily.

Lilleth broke the silence. "Good morning Mrs. Turnsbrook."

"Lilleth?!" the woman gasped. "Why, I hardly recognised you girl! Why is you masturbating outside my house?"

Lilleth gave a nervous squeak, and quickly pulled her hands away from her groin. The old woman's eyes locked onto Lilleth's thick bush. With another squeak, the priest's daughter covered her breasts and her crotch as best she could.

"I-I-I-I-" she stammered.

"It's legal, you know." Krystal said, stepping in front of the other girl protectively. "We have a right to be nude here."

"Oh, I know _that _my dear!" Mrs. Turnsbrook replied, eyeing Krystal up and down. "I just didn't expect to see sweet Lilleth putting it to the test. Nice bush, by the way."

Krystal felt her face redden. She nodded towards the woman's hedge. "Yours seems a little overgrown."

"Ooh, I likes that. You've got spirit, you have. Why if I were forty years younger I'd be half tempted to join to girls for being so saucy. Go on then, away with you."

"You won't tell me father, will you?" Lilleth begged.

"Might be I won't." Mrs Turnsbrook said, looking thoughtful. "Might be that if a certain priest's daughter, sometime in the next week, decides to trim my hedge dressed as she is now then I might be suddenly forgetful."

"Trim your hedge... naked?"

"Like I said, sometime in the next week will do fine. Now away with you before one of the neighbours see."

The woman returned to the seclusion of her garden, leaving a slightly stunned Lilleth alone with her thoughts. Krystal gently took the other girl by the elbow and began to lead her away.

"I can't believe it." Lilleth whispered.

"It's not so bad." Krystal lied. "I mean, when you're doing the bit in her garden nobody will be able to see you with the hedge in the way. And you can do the bit in the street pretty quickly."

"Will you... help me?"

Once again, Krystal found herself moved by the other girl's plight. "Sure." she said without thinking.

The other girl squealed with glee, and threw her arms around Krystal. Oh shit. What did I just commit to? Krystal thought to herself. And then Wait, is she...?

"Lilleth, stop humping me please."

"I-I'm sorry." the other girl said, stepping back. "I'm just so... I don't think I can control myself."

"Don't worry about it." Krystal said. "It's been a strange day. You can't help how you- what are you doing?"

Lilleth had dropped suddenly onto a crouch, and busily brushed her hair in front of her face. A moment later a car drove past and honked at the two girls. Krystal didn't have enough time to cover herself. The car turned a corner and was gone.

"Sorry!" Lilleth said as she stood up straight. "I should have told you! Sorry! Sorry!"

"Don't worry about it." Krystal repeated. "Look, let's just... do you fancy a jog?"

"A jog?"

"Yeah, you know... faster than walking, slower than running?"

"I won't be able to cover if I do that."

"But we'll be home in less than thirty seconds. Come on!"

Without waiting to see if the other girl followed, Krystal turned towards Dave's house and set off at a brisk jog. She kept her arms bent at waist height and felt her breasts swaying with every step. A moment later the clap of Lilleth's shoes hitting the pavement followed behind in the same rhythmic pattern as Kyrstal's bare feet. Oh good. Krystal reached the gate to Dave's garden after a few seconds having not encountered another living soul. Slightly breathless, she turned just in time to see the end of Lilleth's jog. Her running style was unusual. Perfectly straight arms pumped slightly ridiculously at her side, and her enormous d-cups bounced almost painfully up and down.

Krystal stepped into the front garden and approached the gnome, under which was contained her key. She lifted it up.