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easy.’
    ‘We’ll be like them soon enough.’
    ‘To be a second year, except you’ll be more of a one and a half year.’
    ‘Stop trying to sound smart.’
    ‘But you think I am.’
    Franz glanced at him.
    ‘Does that mean you have no opinion either way?’ Steiner persisted.
    ‘That’s right,’ he said back before turning towards the classroom block.
     
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    That night he again remembered the girls by the lake.
    The second girl had quickly appeared running in the same direction as the first. She was taller with darker skin and shorter hair. Her thighs looked strong and muscular, her breasts much fuller, swaying as she ran.
    He screwed up his eyes to see as best he could, already realising these two figures were the most enticing thing he had ever seen. It was as though his hardened penis was watching them as well. He wanted to open his shorts and let it out, to be naked like the girls in the late afternoon sun.
    The first was now running with her back to him as she came to the edge of the lake. He could remember it all so clearly.
    ‘Oh! Oh!’ she screamed in a kind of pained delight, stepping in and out of the blue water.
    He watched the other with her long, wide back and bulging buttocks that quivered as she ran.
    ‘Like me!’ she shouted running headlong into the lake and then throwing herself forward.
    As the girls started laughing and splashing water at each other he carefully made his way behind the line of low bushes to where the girls had left their clothes.
    In turn he found and smelt the inside of their pants, rubbing his mouth and nose along the thinnest parts then rummaging through the rest of their skirts and petticoats before going back to where he could watch them.
    The water was silvered in the sunlight as they thrashed about, slapping the surface of the lake, laughing and screaming before each in turn plunged down and disappeared, coming up then with more shouting and blowing mouthfuls of water at each other.
    ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ the smaller one repeated.
    ‘It’s too cold now! Too cold!’ shouted the other.
    He felt the tightness in his chest and the dryness in his throat so he could hardly swallow. They came out onto the narrow pebbled shore, so beautiful, so wanted by him. Their bodies were glinting wet in the afternoon light, their hair silver sheened and flattened to their heads. Imaginatively his hands were everywhere, squeezing their mounded breasts, over shining thighs, cupping the dark patches between their legs and over their smooth glistening buttocks.
    Both of them were so tight and strong and perfectly shaped. The smaller one had the breasts that bulged straight out from her chest while the other’s hung down slightly and had large purple nipples.
    Even though midges were tickling his face and the sweat was dribbling down his cheeks, he was entranced, watching as they trudged towards their clothes, shivering and laughing, their legs reflecting the bright sunlight, their hair plastered down over their shoulders.
    They used their skirts as towels.
    ‘I’m starving,’ one of them said as she rubbed the skirt between her legs.
    ‘Just cold, cold, cold,’ the taller one pronounced, shaking her hair from side to side so it splashed arcs of water.
    The other stopped and stretched, pushing her arms upwards and raising herself on the balls of her feet. She held this position for a few moments that had him holding his breath and wanting her to stay like that so she would be his, motionless, stretched and he would walk around and around her to touch and lick and kiss, imagining his tongue licking up the beads of water over her legs and stomach and breasts and then into where the moisture on her bulge was from without and within, areas he would explore, carefully, the watcher, she held in his watching.
    ‘Hurry up,’ were the