This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves.
My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allowed him to benefit immensely from the corrupt institutions which were just starting. His son was well educated and grew up to a large extent in England. He came back to Pakistan to marry my mother and returned to London where I was born and grew up until the age of five when the family came back to Pakistan.
I was fluent in English and Arabic with the Pakistani accent. With the increasing violence and conservative ideas which were being forced on ordinary Pakistanis my father decided to take the whole family and emigrated to Australia. He was very wealthy and able to live in a suburb where there were hardly any Moslems. They dressed and behaved like ordinary Australians and to all intents and purposes were very well assimilated. I went to a state school. I passed my exams very well and went to Newcastle University to study psychology. I am now 20 and in my third year of my degree.
My name is Soraya. It's not my real name but a name that I adopted because I thought that, as an Iranian before Khomeini took over, she had been a beautiful queen. I couldn't use that name in Saudi Arabia because Saudi Arabia hates Iran but I wanted to separate myself from everything to do with Saudi Arabia. My great-grandfather had been a high official in the Ottoman Empire in Riyadh when the British defeated the Turks in Palestine. He had stayed behind and with his talents for administration soon made himself a trusted person for the new king. This brought immense benefits in terms of wealth and position which flowed onto my grandfather and my father.
Unfortunately it didn't bring with it the sort of freedoms that I wanted. The religious police ruled with an iron hand and like all other Saudi girls I went to a segregated school and I hardly met any boys except with the strictest supervision. My future was an arranged marriage with somebody I hardly knew and I decided I had to get out. My sexual education was minimal or less. My plan was to try and get a scholarship to study at an overseas university. I would study anything to get out and I decided to study sociology.
I got the scholarship to an Australian university and my father looked around for connections who could take care of me so that I could be safe and not corrupted. My scholarship was to the university in Newcastle. It included some living allowance but my father gave me an immense amount of money so that I could rent a house and live with somebody who would be my minder. That's how I met Jasmine. Her English was better than mine and my Arabic was better than hers.
Soraya. I soon found out that her instructions were very simple: no boys, no alcohol and no sex. Jazmine had the opinion that those instructions only applied to me, not to her. That was all very well except that I was not agreeable to those restrictions. Jazmine introduced me to sex on the web and it became my new religion. She showed me porn and I saw for the first time what a man's dick looked like and the female pussy. Wow. What a shock. I became addicted to looking at dicks. I couldn't get enough of them. All my primal urges were aroused. Here I was 18 and I had never even held the hand of a boy. Nothing was going to stand in my way although I had no idea how I could change the situation.
We got on very well together and I was keen to learn all about the society that I was in. After all how else could you study sociology if you weren't able to observe what was happening around you. As we became more familiar with each other and our inhibitions loosened so we be can to discuss that topic which is of never ending interest to girls - sex. Jazmine took it upon herself to enlighten me to the limits of her knowledge.
She soon realised that I knew nothing - perhaps less than nothing because what I knew was pure fiction and not based on fact. I was a willing student because I wanted to see whether the life I saw in Western movies was real or not. I mean people kissed in them and they did it openly. You never saw that in Saudi Arabia.
We talked a lot and she was very understanding. She said that if I wanted to really enjoy life here, I would have to stop wearing a headscarf. I could still be a Moslem but it would be better if we looked like everybody else. They would be more accepting. I have to say that we both had beautiful black hair - really black.
Then she Googled 'Sex education in Saudi Arabia' and we found a site that said,' A study of newly married Saudi couples found the prevalence of so called "Honeymoon impotence" to be as high as 17%. The same study concluded that 63% of marriages were not consummated because of the severe anxiety of the woman leading to a condition called vaginismus. Other reasons were erectile dysfunction, not knowing coital technique and low sexual desire.' Neither of us knew what 'vaginismus' was and Jazmine was horrified that so many Saudi girls were so freaked out by the idea of a man putting his dick in their vagina, that they could not relax enough to allow him to put it in. Ignorance is not bliss.
"That is not going to happen to you, I promise."
We were both very familiar with our Moslem culture. One of the fundamentals was that men and women and boys and girls are totally separated and that women have to keep themselves completely covered in public. On the other hand once females are out of the gaze of the men, there is no problem in revealing your face and hair.
The hammam is a Turkish bath and of course for women there were no men present. Different customs prevailed but in some only the breasts were uncovered and in others the whole body. It was rumoured that mothers went there to check out young girls as prospective brides for their sons. When it became very hot we became accustomed to walking around the house topless. I have to tell you that Jazmine was truly beautiful - beautiful breasts, dark eyes, black hair, flashing eyes and a smile to kill. My complexion was lighter but not much. My breasts were much fuller but we were similar in other respects.
One of the great things about the old house that we had rented was that it had a very old iron bath and we both used to spend a lot of time relaxing in it. I can't remember exactly how it happened but one night Jazmine invited me to share the bath with her. We both sat at opposite ends but when her big toe snaked between my thighs and raked up and down my pussy I became very excited. What happened started as a bit of a joke without any serious intent but soon became a little more serious. I returned the favour and did the same to her. Soon our big toes were playing at the entrance to our vaginas. This must have gone on for quite a while until I had an orgasm and then Jazmine. This was my first orgasm and it really shook me up. Little twitches shook my body for a few minutes. We both had puzzled smiles on our faces because we were both so surprised at what had happened. When we stood up Jazmine gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I knew I wasn't a lesbian but I knew that I'd liked what had just happened. I don't think she was a lesbian either but we both needed that emotional release.
We stood up to dry ourselves and Jazmine said, "You are beautiful. If only you could have seen your face just now. You have a beautiful body."
That night I wanted more and I invited myself into Jazmine's bed. I think she knew immediately why I had come. She had had orgasms before but this was my first time and I wanted more. On account of the heat we were completely naked as we lay on the bed. We kissed and her hands fondled my breasts and I did the same for her. When a finger slipped between my thighs and touched my clitoris she said, "I am pleased that you still have it."
"What you do you mean?"
"Well I thought that sunnah (female circumcision) was quite common in Saudi Arabia."
"Not really. It's much less common now than it used to be."
"I once read that 25 percent of Saudi women had sunnah and I was horrified. Saudi men must be awful."
