Young Lara Croft

Gordonstoun

Lara adjusted her skirt and blazer one last time and examined herself critically in the mirror.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, she was as ready as she would ever be.

The young girl left her vanity table and collected her school backpack before leaving her dorm room.  The hallway was filled with other girls rushing to get to their first period classes, Lara was jostled and pushed until she fought back and broke away from the crowd, escaping out the front doors of the dormitory.

The rugged hills of Gordonstoun stood like sentries around the exclusive girls' boarding school.  A heavy, gray mist filled the air, the hills were mere outlines in the dim morning light.  Lara stood and just stared at the hills, they beckoned to her, promising escape from her gossiping classmates and boring classes.  The first period bell shattered young Lara's reverie, she launched into a long-legged run, settling her small backpack across her slim shoulders.

***

Lara decided that she wasn't very good at netball.  She had to constantly avoid slower, clumsier girls in order to get the ball, she dominated the game until her teammates complained to the coach.  Banished to the sidelines, Lara tapped her feet and shifted impatiently.  She turned and gazed at the lush, green hills rising beyond the boarding school.  Lara glanced quickly at the coach, confirmed that the woman was focused on the netball game, then slowly snuck away from the playing grounds.

When Lara was clear of the school, she sprinted for the beckoning hills, smiling broadly.  The hills were still cloaked in a light blanket of white mist, droplets of moisture quickly covered Lara's bare legs and made her white t-shirt cling to her buxom breasts and flat stomach.  Wiping away strands of damp, dark brown hair, Lara started climbing the closest hillside, easily finding holds for her hands and feet.  The slope gradually became steeper, Lara's progress slowed.

Lara climbed over an outcropping of rock and collapsed gratefully upon the level summit.  She admired the elevated view of the boarding school, the nearby city, and the rolling landscape that disappeared into a veil of mist.  A cool wind ruffled Lara's french braid and damp t-shirt, the young girl shivered blissfully, enjoying the invigorating chill of the afternoon breeze.

Lara reviewed her first day at Gordonstoun Boarding School.  It was as boring as she had feared, only the hills offered any challenge to her.  Thinking about challenges made Lara pause and lower her head in shame, the last challenge she had faced had cost a man his life.  The young girl blamed herself for Professor Werner Von Croy's tragic demise.  Lara's father had hired the man to take Lara on a tour of Asia after she had graduated from Wimbledon High.  The trip had been exciting, with so many new sights and people, just like the stories Lara's father had charmed her with while she was growing up.  It was while investigating an ancient temple in Cambodia that the accident had happened.  Lara had found a strange orb, which she figured out how to open.  Before she could investigate her find more, Von Croy had appeared and pulled Lara away.  The orb had activated, it was a trap designed to imprison the unwary.  Professor Von Croy was caught by the orb, it re-sealed and disappeared down a bottomless shaft, the elderly scholar had died to save Lara from her own inexperience.

A tear fell down Lara's right cheek.  She sniffled and wiped the tear away quickly.  Von Croy was gone, but she would not forget the lesson learned from his demise.  Lara stood up, brushed off the bottom of her shorts, and walked back to the outcropping of rock.  She slipped over the stone spur and began her descent, the sun was setting and would be gone in a few hours.

***

The outdoor campus lights were flickering to life when Lara walked up to the front of her dormitory.  She frowned when she spotted a Norton Streetfighter motorbike parked near the dorm stairs.

Lara's suspicions grew as she walked down the dorm hallway.  Clusters of girls glanced at Lara and snickered amongst themselves.  The dorm monitor left Lara's room, noticed the girl approaching, and straightened stiffly.

"What's going on?" asked Lara when she reached the door of her room.  "Who's in there?"

"He said that he was an acquaintance of yours, Miss Croft," coughed the tall, thin woman uncomfortably.  "I trust that you will behave yourself and act with decorum and discretion."

"Of course, ma'am," agreed Lara tentatively.

The severely dressed dorm monitor nodded sharply and hastened away, shooing the milling girls back into their rooms. Lara watched the woman leave over her shoulder, then opened her dorm room door and entered.

Brand lay outstretched across Lara's bed, smoking a cigarette.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Lara furiously.

"I heard you had a little accident in Cambodia.  I wanted to see if you were alright," smiled Brand.

"How touching, considering that you just left me the night I lost my virginity to you!" snapped the young girl venomously.

"I thought you might hold a grudge," sighed Brand before he took a long drag from his cigarette.

"You didn't even tell me who you really are!" continued Lara.  "You're the Earl of Farringdon's son!  My parents are arranging for us to get married!"

"I wanted to see my future wife.  You were more..compliant than I expected, but I guess that's because you're young," grinned the boy devilishly.

"Get out of here!  Now!" snapped Lara, pointing at the closed door.

"After exploring Asia with Professor Von Croy, this school must seem awfully..boring," observed Brand.  "How about we take a ride on my new Streetfighter, she's a much better ride than my last bike, but not as good a ride as you, of course."

"You bastard!" snarled Lara.  "I can't believe that I slept with you!"

"You seemed to enjoy it at the time," chuckled Brand, finishing his cigarette and flicking the butt into a trash can.  The lithe young man smoothly climbed out of Lara's bed and stood before the anger-flushed girl.

"You're passionate and free, that's why I love you," murmured Brand, stroking Lara's mist-dampened hair.

Lara jerked away from Brand's touch, she glared up at the grinning boy.

"I'm never going to marry you!  Never!"

"You'll learn soon enough," smiled Brand, snatching Lara around the waist and kissing her hungrily.

Lara pushed hard against the boy's muscular chest.  Brand smelled of tobacco and leather, Lara fought him while his right hand cupped one of her breasts, then slid down to stroke a bare, wet thigh.  When Brand let Lara go, she yanked herself back and slapped the boy across the face.  Brand rubbed his cheek and smiled wryly.  "Very passionate."

Brand left the dorm room.  Lara slammed the bedroom door shut and leaned against it, her breasts swelling, her lips trembling with anger.  As the heat left the young girl's face, she raised her right hand and brushed her mouth with her fingertips, she could still taste Brand upon her lips.  Lara closed her eyes, the quick beating of her heart was from anger, not arousal, she lied to herself.

***

Summer progressed into Fall, and Lara did her best to endure her bubble-headed classmates and monotone teachers. She escaped into the hills whenever she could get away, she explored the entire area surrounding the boarding school, relishing the rush of climbing the slippery slopes and the freedom of the mist-shrouded summits.

While heading back to the school from one of her longer climbs, Lara heard the familiar, throaty roar of Brand's Streetfighter.  A single, white beam pierced the light drizzle descending upon the valley, Brand's motorbike appeared like a gleaming, silver horse, ridden by a lean, leather-garbed knight.

Brand slowed next to Lara, his tall, riding boots crunching on the gravel road as he kept up with the marching girl.

"Your classmates said that you liked to explore the hills.  See anything interesting?"

"I climb them to get away from buggers like you!" retorted Lara hotly.

"Still mad, huh?  What can I do to get back in your good graces?"

"Go away and never come back," growled the young girl, tossing her french braid over her right shoulder.

"Winter recess is coming.  Your parents want me to stay with them when you come home for holiday."

"You better not!" warned Lara, spinning to glare at the boy.

"We're going to get together sooner or later," pointed out Brand.  "Your parents want this marriage as much as I do."

"You just want Daddy's money!" sniffed Lara, looking away from Brand.

"My father already has more money than I could ever spend.  I want you, Lara."

"Liar."

Brand leaned out and snatched Lara from the side of the road.  Lara shouted indignantly, then held on to Brand when he revved up the Streetfighter and blasted down the road.

The wind roared around Lara's head, her braid snapped behind her as the motorbike flew across the countryside.  The young girl hugged Brand's waist tightly, looking over his left shoulder while they leaned into turns and thundered onto an asphalt road that led back to Gordonstoun.  The riders made it back to the boarding school when the sun was disappearing behind a wall of rock and mist, the descending orb painting the rugged hills in fiery red and gold.

Brand rolled the Streetfighter to a stop in front of Lara's dorm.  The breathless girl slid off of the motorbike's seat, her breasts shuddering with excitement.  The boy leaned forward and kissed Lara's panting mouth.  Lara wrapped her slim arms around Brand's neck, embracing him eagerly.  The young girl released Brand and stepped away, her face still hot from the kiss and the adrenaline-pumping ride.

"I can stay tonight," suggested Brand.

"No," replied Lara quickly.  She lowered her face briefly, then looked up at the tall, raven-haired boy.  "Maybe next time."

Brand's lips curved into a brief smile.  He nodded and rode his bike back onto the road, revving the powerful machine and rocketing into the curtain of drizzle.  Lara brushed loose, brown hair out of her wet face and waited until she couldn't hear Brand's motorbike anymore. 

***

Lara combed out her long, silky hair while she stepped out of her bathroom.  She collected a bottle of oil from her vanity table and hopped onto her bed, setting aside her brush to twist open the plastic bottle.

The young girl poured oil into her palm and began spreading it over her slender legs.  The oil soothed Lara's aching calves and thighs, her last climb had been more challenging than most.  As she smoothed oil across her legs, Lara pondered her relationship with Brand.  He was getting to her, appealing to her need for excitement, her loneliness, and her lingering attraction to him.  It was bad enough that he had left her after they made love, now her parents wanted her to marry him, not because she wanted to, but because they thought it was proper.  Lara loathed the high society culture her parents lived in, now she was being dragged into it, a commodity to be traded between noble houses.  She would not agree to the marriage, when she turned eighteen, she would leave her home and make her own way in the world, on her own terms.

Lara's thoughts wandered when she reached her upper thighs.  She tugged up the hem of her sleeping shirt, rubbing the warm oil over her light brown skin.  She remembered Brand's last kiss, the way his tongue gently slipped between her lips, stroking her sensually.  Lara laid back and applied oil to her inner thighs.  She closed her eyes and sighed softly, stroking her smooth limbs, her young breasts pressing against the fabric of her night shirt.

Lara remembered the night that Brand had taken her virginity.  She recalled how he had slowly slid off her panties, his hands strong, yet gentle.  The softly moaning girl pulled down her underwear and tossed it onto the floor.  Lara spread her gleaming legs apart, massaging her cunnie, a deep groan escaping from her moist lips.  Lara rubbed her pussy slowly, caressing her puffy, pink labia, then the trembling nub of her tiny clit.  The masturbating girl fell back against her pillows, her pelvis quaking, her thighs quivering as she stroked her young sex faster, honey oozing onto her fingertips.

Lara wanted Brand on top of her at that moment.  She wanted the boy between her legs, thrusting his hard manhood into her, his strong hands squeezing her breasts, his warm breath brushing over her throat, her lips.

The girl stuck a finger into her wet pussy and gasped.  She started thrusting in and out with the slender digit, honey splashing over her open thighs, the sweet musk of her cunt surrounding the disheveled bed.  A girl next door pounded on the wall, silencing Lara's next loud moan of pleasure.  Lara stiffened, she bit her lower lip to stifle her lusty moans, then continued to finger herself, her small hips twitching, her entire body shuddering when an orgasm overwhelmed her, leaving her weak and flushed.

With an image of Brand's face in her drowsy mind, Lara rolled onto her side and fell into a deep, warm sleep.

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