....I felt Amarjit's soft, oiled hand slowly trace the outline of my shoulders and gently, caressingly, move down my spine. Her hands continued their tender, exploration of my back as she massaged the oil into me. She then completed her circuit and I felt tingles of pleasure as she slowly moved her fingers up my side, with the lightest of touches. "How does that feel?", she asked "Mmmmm......Wonderful", I replied.   The Price to Pay - Vol. 3.6 - Feelings by Alys

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Part 6
 
The mid morning sun blazed in the clear, blue sky. I was grateful for the wide brimmed sun hat and the cool yellow summer dress I was wearing as I walked with Amarjit along a quiet stretch of coastline. We had just been to visit the 'Tombs of the Kings', a series of incredible tombs cut out of the rock, for the third time in the week that we had known each other and had decided to explore the surrounding area.

I glanced at my beautiful Asian friend walking next to me and felt so happy to be in her company. Since we had met, seven days previously, I had spent many hours of each day with her and her family. I felt so relaxed and happy being with her, we seemed to be on such a wavelength. I had another reason to spend a lot of time with her, as since the incident with the Oaf, when my Mother had reassured me that there was no reason to fear exposure since he was just guessing, I had ensured that the only time I came across him was either in my parents' company or with Amarjit.

As the warm breeze made the skirt of my light dress flutter a little I reflected on how much more comfortable I now felt wearing girls' clothes, looking like a girl and being constantly treated as a girl. It was such a relief to no longer have to conceal my real gender because of people knowing me before as a boy. I was also such a joy to have made a friend who only knew me as a girl and treated me accordingly. It was also the most time I had spent with any girl, since apart from the girls in our local 'gang', I had mostly with boys in the various sports' teams I had been involved with.

"This way Celyn", Amarjit indicated, pointing to a narrow path that seemed to lead down to the shore.

We made our way carefully down the steep slope until, with a sudden turn of the path, we descended into a little inlet, with a narrow area of sand/shingle, bounded on three sides by high rock walls.

"Wow", we said as a chorus and looked at each other.

"What an amazing little place", I said.

"Yes I hoped there might be somewhere like this here", said Amarjit, "It's perfect".

It was indeed perfect for our other reason for walking along the coast. I took out the two bikinis from my bag. We had been hoping to use them to play beach volley ball but Amarjit had said that it was impossible for her to wear one while her family might come across her. Her parents would have gone ballistic to see her in one, she had told me. Luckily our present location meant that there was no chance of accidental discovery.

"Which one do you want to wear?", I asked, "the pink one or..............the pink one?"

"Hard choice", she replied laughingly, "what about the..........pink one?" She knew my Mother's taste.

I handed Amarjit the yellow trimmed one and took the blue trimmed pink bikini out of my bag with my beach towel.

Within a few minutes we stood assessing ourselves in our beachwear. The yellow and pink matched Amarjit's golden brown skin and black hair almost perfectly.

"You are really beautiful Amarjit", I said, looking at her in admiration.

"Not as much as you", she replied returning my gaze.

I felt embarrassed so quickly changing the atmosphere, I ran towards the sea.

"Last one in is a ..............", I yelled

She ran after me, calling, "is a what?"

"A Londoner!", I replied, as I reached the water and carried on running, holding my arms across my insanely bouncing breasts, up until my thighs were submerged.

Amarjit splashed after me and threw handfuls of water at my back, "I am a Londoner, you crazy Welsh girl"

I turned and splashed water at her, "That must be why you were last in then", I replied.

She shook her head and laughed and then it was time to enjoy swimming in the warm clear Mediterranean waters.

We swam around for quite a while, looking at the little fish moving in complex zigzags, the colourful underwater plants and the abstract rock formations. Eventually hunger pangs reminded us that it was nearly mid-day so we walked out of the water. The experience of walking out of the sea with my wet bikini clinging tightly to my body, and my wet hair dripping down on my bare shoulders was very new.

We lay in the sun to dry out and ate our sandwiches slowly. After ten minutes or so I felt dry on my back and knew it was time to renew the sunscreen.

"Do you want me to do that", Amarjit asked when she saw me with the bottle of sunscreen in my hand.

"Sure", I said, "that would be nice". I handed the bottle to her, removed my bikini top and lay on my front, exposing my back. She spread the oily sunscreen on her hands and started rubbing it in.

She knelt at the base of my towel and began rubbing it in my legs, with a firm, smooth action. She moved up the towel as her hands glided up over my thighs, my lower back and then finally my shoulders and arms. It was so relaxing and very pleasant. She paused with her hands gently touching my neck then I felt Amarjit's soft, oiled hand slowly trace the outline of my shoulders and gently, caressingly, move down my spine. Her hands continued their tender, exploration of my back as she massaged the oil into me. She then completed her circuit and I felt tingles of pleasure as she slowly moved her fingers up my side, with the lightest of touches.

"How does that feel?", she asked

"Mmmmm......Wonderful", I replied.

"Do you want me to do your front too?", she asked a little tentatively.

"Oh..yes..please", I replied, smiling at her.

I turned over onto my back. She repeated the process starting at my feet, which she spent a while massaging. She slowly worked her way up my legs, spending time caressing the sensitive, inside of my thighs. I felt little waves of pleasure radiating through my body, I felt my nipples engorge with arousal.

"Can I ask you something?", she said

"Yes, anything", I replied

Her hands had reached my tummy and she was rubbing the oil into me while caressing me gently. Her gentle touch on the sides of my body sent little electric jolts through me.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Her magical hands were now gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts. I shivered a little with the pleasure. She gently fingered my nipples.

"I've never kissed anyone", I replied.

"Really...that is surprising", she said.

Her hands were slowly caressing the top of my breasts and my shoulders

"Would you like me to kiss you?", she asked suggestively.

I nodded my head, finding it hard to speak.

Amarjit gently kissed me on my cheek and then on my lips. I responded hungrily and pulled her down to me. I reached up and began caressing her breasts. Our bodies seemed to merge into one beautiful experience of loving, mutual pleasure, joy and ecstasy.

Eventually, our passions sated, we lay together, gently caressing each others' naked bodies.

"Was that your first time?", Amarjit asked, tenderly.

"Yes", I replied almost in a whisper

"Oh sweetie, that is so lovely"

"What about you?" I asked.

She told me that she had only had one previous lover, whom she had met in a cafe in Southall. Amy, was a 19 year old student from Australia. She told me about their furtive meetings, since she had had to be completely secretive because her family would have been very angry and her life would be extremely difficult if they knew she was a lesbian.

"But I don't understand how you could never even have kissed anyone before", she said,"it doesn't make sense, someone as beautiful as you should be turning the girls, or the boys?, down"

I felt a familiar churning in my stomach as a little of the old despair returned. I stood up and dressed quickly.

"What are you doing?"

"Amarjit, I think I'm in love with you but there's something I have to tell you and I'm afraid that you might be angry with me and want me to leave", I said as tears began to well in my eyes

"I can't imagine anything that you could say that could make me angry", she said with a hurt look in her eyes "but if that is what you want...", she handed me the bikini and dressed in her own clothes.

We sat down on our own towels, facing each other.

"So what is it?", she asked, "what on earth could be so momentous to make you behave like this?"

I was unsure how to explain but in the end the only way was to come straight to the point.

"I used to be a boy", I said with in a clear measured tone

She looked at me in complete disbelief, she laughed

"This is one of your windups, very funny.....no, you are serious?", she asked with surprise in her voice, "No way were you ever a boy!"

I slowly explained how events almost two years before had lead to the choice, that had been no choice, which had lead me to where I was now.

She moved over to me and took me in her arms. I sobbed quietly on her shoulder.

"It's all right my darling. Whatever you might have once been, you are now completely a girl. A beautiful, talented, funny and 100% girl"

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To Be Continued...
 
End of Part Six