Temporal Exploring 101 - Deep Future

IV.32 Une bonne fessée

When I woke up the next morning I felt unwontedly tired – almost certainly a consequence of having chased a stranger through Paris the day before. Sleepily I listened to the sounds of my classmates getting ready to hit the showers, but I could not make myself get up.

I must have fallen asleep again, as I woke up from hearing someone giggle. I blinked and caught sight of a naked Eunice Ndemba who was studying me with an amused smile on her face. The rest of my classmates must already have gone for breakfast.

"What's the matter with you, Hart?" the black girl wanted to know. "Are you waiting for Prince Charming to kiss you awake?"

I closed my eyes again. To hear her whisper:"I wonder if a princess would also do."

While my sleep-muddled mind was working this out, slowly and drowsily – Ndemba was the daughter of the ruling monarch of a small African country which kind of made her a princess, or so I figured – I noticed a shift of the mattress as an additional weight was being lowered onto it. I opened my eyes to see Ndemba's face before me, very close to my own face.

"Carmichael claims that you are a great kisser," she informed me.

"Carmichael talks too much," I muttered.

The other girl giggled. "It's not what you think. I asked her, after that stunt the two of you pulled during rehearsal. You know, when she kissed you."

I did not get a chance to reply as her warm lips touched mine, effectively shutting me up.

We kissed. French-kissed, which appeared appropriate considering the location. Ndemba's lips parted and the small tip of her tongue started to explore my mouth. Things were rapidly getting more and more exciting as I returned the favor, wide awake now.

My hands traveled down Ndemba's back until they were cupping her firm little buttocks, gently kneading and squeezing them.

I do not know know if it was her doing or mine, but somehow several of my fingertips must have slipped to a spot further south. Ndemba made a small noise then, a sharp little intake of breath.

I had never touched another girl in that particular place before. It felt different from when I touched myself there, but not very different.

Experimentally I allowed my finger tips to move in a familiar pattern. My efforts were rewarded by a sudden gasp uttered by the other girl, followed by a soft moan.

"Yes," Ndemba whispered a bit breathlessly. "Yes, like this."

Her hips were in motion now. A slow purposeful motion, in sync with the activity of my fingers.

I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, then. We both heard it.

Ndemba hurriedly sat up and got to her feet.

"Hart. Ndemba. You are late for breakfast already," Ms Mallet declared."Come on, you need to get dressed quickly unless you wish to go without breakfast today."

Under our teacher's watchful eye the two of us got dressed and went to the breakfast room.

A bit later I was sitting at the table, drinking rose hip tea and chewing zwieback.

At one point, as Ndemba was walking behind my chair, she briefly leaned over to whisper in my ear, "That was fun, wasn't it?"

I nodded, and she flashed me a brief smile as she returned to her own chair.

Marianne had been conspicuously absent during breakfast, and when we were ready to set off on another round of sightseeing, she had not shown up yet. Ms Mallet asked Mallory to check if our guide was still in her room.