I had been hired as a maid. My job was to cater to the guests needs when it came to their rooms & grooming needs. If they wanted help bathing, showering,  finger or toe nails, hair & massaging with hot oils, I did it. I soon found out that the only time I had to myself, was the one day off a week I got. My  days started at 7AM & may not end till 9 or 10PM. 

I was bunked with the supervisor of maid services in her private cabin by the lake. The water was frigid, but many of the staff & guests took quick dips in it before going into on of the saunas. Her name was Amanda. In her mid thirties. Tall & thin compared to most of the other staff. Long auburn hair tied back into a pony tail. Fine facial features. Perfect lips. Her breast still seem firm. Nicely formed legs. Had a slow, sexy walk. Would turn any mans head. I had to admit I enjoyed seeing her walking with a slight sway of the hips. Here I was a 19 year old college student as straight as they came, admiring another womans body.

The fun started on my day off. I had, had my breakfast. Gone for a walk on one of the many trails, arriving back just in time for lunch in the staff dining room. My muscles were aching, so after lunch, I decided to go for a quick dip in the lake & then into the staff sauna.

I was laying there totally nude, with my towel being used as a pillow, when the door opened. It was Amanda. I sat up & never thought about wrapping the towel around me. She held a bottle of white wine in one hand & two tall wine glasses in the other. She put the glasses down, opened the bottle of wine, poured some in each glass & handed me a glass. "To your day off Heather" she said as we touch glasses. "Thank you Amanda" I replied. I took a sip & felt a tingle run through my body as the wine slowly ran down my throat. Amanda loosened the towel she had wrapped around her & let it fall to the floor not five feet from me. I couldn't help but see how perky her breasts were with perfectly round, smooth aroelas, topped with nice pink nipples. I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about touching them. I let my eyes wonder down her body. I gulped when they fell on a nicely shaved pubic area, with just the top of her clit showing. I thought about slipping off the top seat onto the one she was standing almost by, so I could see if the hood of her clit was peeking out from her slit. "Is it the wine or just a hiddened desire to be with another woman" I thought to myself. I let my legs slip down over the seat edge with them open just enough so she could see how cleanly shaven I was. If she had noticed, she gave no indication of it.

She held up the bottle of wine to me. I put my glass out, so she could add some more. She filled it almost to the top. The more wine I drank, the more daring I became. I leaned back against the wall of the sauna & spread my legs some more. She had to see how wet & swollen I was getting. She lifted one leg over then the other of the lower seat & sat facing me. She played with my left toes, foot, ankle & then slowly ran her fingers up my lower leg. We made permanent eye contact. She switch the wine glass to her other hand & did the same to my other legs. I was committed. She handed me the bottle. I filled my glass. She stood up. Picked her towel up off the floor, folded it & placed it directly in front of me. She knelt on it. "Now lets have a little fun" she said as she coached me to move forward so my buttocks was almost resting on the edge of the seat. She spread my legs & slowly ran her hands up & down both the top & inner part of my upper thighs. Not only were her hands, but her eyes too, seducing me. "My aren't you excited" she said as my pussy lips were swollen & my clit sticking its head out. I moaned as I said yes. "Well my dear let me see how I can help you & your excitement."

She began by kissing & licking the inner thigh of one leg from my knee up, across my mons & down the other leg to my knee & then back again. Her hands in the mean time were caressing my abdomen, stomach & breasts. I could not help but moan louder & longer. When her lips grabbed onto my swollen clit, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then. I held back, cause I want it to be the best one I ever had. I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Amanda knew what she was doing & I tried to remember what she was doing to me, so I could do the same to her when it came my turn. "Oh fuck yes" I yelled as the orgasm took control of my body. I held her head tightly to me & thrust my throbbing pussy into her face. She sucked & licked my pussy till all my juice of total ecstacy ebbed from my body. "Did you like that" she asked, as she stood up, leaned toward me & planted one wet kiss on me. I opened my lips & let her cum topped tongue enter my mouth. I had never thought I would taste my own juice, let alone another womans. "Loved it" I told her. We changed places. I did to her what I could remember her doing to me. She put a leg lock on my head & urged me on. After I had finished bring her to orgasmic state & enjoyed her creamy juice, she asked me if this had been my first time with another woman. When I told her yes, she complimented me on how good I had been for my first time giving a woman oral pleasure.That nite I took great pleasure in having her penetrate me with her sex toy, over & over again.

We became lovers. Making love with some of the guest, was just more big money for me. The older ones paid the most. I pretending I was enjoying it. None of it was like when I was with Amada. She made me feel special. I hated the thought of summer ending. As we loaded aboard the helicopter for the flight down, she handed me a letter. When we landed, I found a quite place where I could read it.

"Dear Heather. I have taken an apartment close to the college. I told the managers you will be picking up the keys for the place. They think you are my sister. Little do they know or have to know. Love Amanda."

The days till she arrived were long. I just kept myself busy with my studies. When she did arrive, we made up for lost time.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF ANOTHER WOMAN.

 

“You can sit next to me if you like.” She said.

 

“Okay, I would like that” I replied, as I moved my stuff over closer to her and spread my own towel about five feet away. She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows as she stared at me with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was a redhead, and absolutely gorgeous, now that I was close enough to see.

 

“Hi, my name is Kathy.” she drawled in some southern accent that I had never heard before. It was sooo sexy that I almost drooled when she spoke. She stared at my body over the top of her sunglasses and then smiled.

 

“You’re sure a cute little thing, aren’t you?” She said, as I blushed, and slowly pulled my little top off revealing my tiny bikini top.

 

“I think I’m too fat! But my name is Jan, and I'm really happy to meet you." I said, as I pulled my tight cutoffs down over my wiggling hips. I almost lost the bottoms of my bikini and had to pull them back up real fast as she caught a glimpse of my little puffy cunt lips and my white little tummy.

 

She giggled and said, “I think you are just right, Jan. I hate really skinny girls, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah, like those models in the mags who are all skin and bones.”

 

“Yes. You have a really sexy little figure, so don’t put yourself down, okay?”

 

“Okay.” I giggled back, as I stretched out on my back in the bright sun. I turned my head and caught her looking at my breasts and licking her lips as little beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. I could see the sides of her large breasts poking out of her suit and my heartbeat went up a notch. God, she was sexy herself!

 

“You are a knockout, you know?” I panted, as I felt my nipples begin to swell and push up the fabric off my breasts so she could easily see I was getting excited looking at her. “I’m sorry I woke you up, go ahead and nap some more if you want.” I said, as I felt moisture slowly working it’s way out of my tight little vagina opening.

 

“I really am tired, was up all night with that jerk of a boyfriend of mine. He is sooo self centered. He never cares about my needs, you know?”

 

“Yeah, been there, done that.” I replied.

“So what did you do?” she asked with one perfect eyebrow raised over her tinted lenses.

 

“I threw him away and got a girl friend.” I said, as I held my breath expecting her to jump up and run.

 

“Really? Hunh. I’ve never been with a girl, what’s it like?” She asked, as I noticed her hips push down on the sand slightly, and her nipples also start to poke out.

 

“Want me to show you?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t going too fast here.

 

“No, that’s alright.” She giggled, as she laid her face down on the towel and grinned at me. “I really think I’ll snooze some more, but thanks for the offer. If I was ever going to do that I would certainly love to do it with a sexy little girl like you, though.”

 

I smiled, and then turned my face to the sun as I dozed myself, feeling the hot sun between my legs starting to make me hornier and hornier. I slowly raised my hand on the side away from her and slid it under my little triangle of cloth on the right side of my bikini top. My nipple swelled some more as I teased it with my fingernail. I glanced over to check on Kathy and she was snoring very softly with her lips parted.

 

God, she was turning me on more and more as I looked her up and down and played with my nipple. “If she is really asleep I can play with both of them.” I thought, as I raised my other hand up and slid my fingers under the cloth. I kept watching her as I got hotter and hotter, until I was moving my hips and running one foot up and down my thigh.

 

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sweet sensations coursing through me. As I rubbed and tugged on my nipples the top slid up until I felt the sea breeze blowing over my hot skin. “Do I dare take my top off?” I panted to myself. The thought of her waking up and seeing me half naked made my cunt start to seep moisture again. I reached up and untied the tie at my neck and the one in front and pulled my top completely off and laid it on the sand.

 

I arched my back against my fingers and panted softly as I worked my body toward an orgasm. I opened my eyes and looked at Kathy as she moaned a little in her sleep and slid her hands down under her bikini bottoms. I gasped when I saw that, and I realized she must be having an erotic dream while I was playing with my breasts. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I slid both my hands under the top of my bikini bottoms and plunged my fingers into my sopping wet cunt.

 

The orgasm started slowly and ran up my body as I bit my lip and moaned. I shook violently when the full force hit me and I almost screamed, I was in such sweet agony!

By now my bottoms were down around my thighs and I untied them and pulled them completely off and laid them next to the top beside me. Then I spread my legs wide and fingered my cunt furiously while I ogled Kathy’s body now moving up and down on her own fingers in her sleep.

 

I reached up and grabbed my swollen breasts with one hand as I finger fucked my hot little cunt with the other until the second shock wave rippled through me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and yanked on my swollen clit until I was panting and sweating under the hot sun. The mixture of my sweat and my juices made a slurping sound as I fingered my cunt faster and faster and moaned softly, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh God.” over and over, as the next orgasm built.

 

I glanced quickly at Kathy’s face and was shocked to see her green eyes staring back at me as her tongue licked her dry lips and she moaned and gasped as her own orgasm hit.

”Oh, God, Jan, that was incredible! You looked so hot fingering your little cunt, it made me cum harder than I ever have before!”

 

“Please, Kathy, take your suit off so I can look at your naked body too?”

 

“Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she panted, as she rose up and literally tore her top off and then yanked on the side of her bottoms until the tie tore loose and the material slid off of her gorgeous rear end. I gasped at the sight of her perfect breasts and huge nipples and jerked up off the towel as another strong orgasm ran through my sweaty little body.

 

She turned on her side to show me her red haired cunt lips as she fingered them and panted and moaned over and over. She was bathed in sweat like me and it dripped off her nipples and made wet spots on her towel. I turned on my side toward her and we stared at each other as we finger fucked our wet cunts faster and faster.

 

"Oh, God, Kathy, I’m about to cum, are you?” I gasped.

 

“Oh, God yesssss” she hissed, as she pumped her fingers faster and grabbed her nipples hard and tugged on them. “Oh, God Jan, I’m cumming, please cum with me, okay?”

 

“Oh yesss, I’m cumming toooo!” I screamed, as I jerked and twitched as the contractions ran up and down my heaving little stomach.

 

“Oh God!” she screamed at the same time, and cum spurted from her cunt lips and poured on her towel and the hot sand to make a puddle by my own between us.

 

As the orgasm waned I slowly fell back down on the towel as she too collapsed and we lay there panting and smiling at each other as we tried to catch our breath.

 

“Jan, if you still want to I would really like to try having sex with a girl, would you mind terribly?” she asked, as she stared into my eyes with a sultry look. I melted on the spot as my heart thundered in my ears hearing the thing I most wanted to hear in the world at that moment.

 

“Oh God, Kathy, I want you so bad, yesss!” I panted, as I got up on my knees and leaned over to run my hand over the side of her face tenderly. She grabbed my fingers and kissed my palm as I moved next to her.

 

“Before we do anything why don’t we go cool off in the sea for a bit” I giggled, as the sweat poured off our hot bodies..

 

“Yeah, that sounds great, I’m soaked here.” She laughed, as we both stood up and started for the water. We walked down to the wet sand at the waters edge and then dove into the next curl as it raced toward the beach. We came up with foam all over our hair and then swam out past the breakers to calmer water. We floated on our backs as we talked and watched the sea gulls soaring and diving in the clear blue afternoon sky.

 

Finally we body surfed in to the beach, and got up laughing. She reached out and held my hand and then we walked back up to our towels to dry in the hot sun. We decided to walk down the beach for a while as we got to know each other better. The sands were still deserted so we just left our suits by the towels and walked naked, feeling the cool sea breeze caress out breasts and between out legs. It was fantastic to be walking with this beautiful redhead next to me and she was constantly staring at my own body as my breasts moved slightly as I walked.

 

We hugged, and giggled, and discussed boys and girls we knew until we were way down by the rocks at the far end of the beach. The constant ebbing and flowing  of the tides had carved a low ledge in the sand and we sat on it as we watched the waves break.

 

Kathy looked at me and I turned and softly kissed her. She sighed and slid her tongue into my panting mouth as I sucked and licked hers at the same time. I pushed her back so she was leaning on her elbows and slowly ran my hand up over her tight stomach. I could feel her tremble and her nipples got really big as they swelled under my touch.

 

“Oh, God!” she whispered, as I ran my hand down to the wet red hairs above her cunt lips. She had shaved so her bikini wouldn’t show any hair poking out, but had left a neatly trimmed patch right above her puffy cunt that I was now running my fingers through. I pushed gently as she opened her shaking legs and my finger slid onto her wet opening as she gasped and jerked her hips.

 

She tried to stand and I shook my head as I moved between her open legs. “Let me show you the way, okay?” I panted, as I forced another finger in beside the other one. She moaned, and threw her head back, and then closed her eyes, as I began to finger fuck her while I ran my other hand up and down her quaking body. She shivered as I pulled out on her big nipples, and I felt more of her juices wetting my plunging fingers.

 

I kept it up until she was gasping and moaning.

 

”Oh God, Jan! Your fingers feel soo good inside me. Oooh, what did you just touch in there? Ohmigod! I feel like I’m about to pee and cum at the same time! Oh, shit, Jan, fuck me faster, honey, please. Unh, unh, unh, unh. Oh God I’m gonna’ cum again, oh Jaaaaaaaan!” She screamed, as she gushed all over my hand and twitched and jerked on the soft sand.

 

 Each contraction lifted her up in the air as her stomach muscles tightened and then released over and over. She flayed around as another orgasm hit, and she grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers in deeper as she screamed out again and again, from the intense spasms running up and down her sweaty body. Finally I let her come down as I kissed her breasts and belly button and licked her soft red cunt hair.

 

“Wow! What a turn on!” she said, as she pulled me up on top of her, and kissed me hard on the mouth. “You must have done this before!” she giggled, as I licked her lips and bit her lower lip gently.

 

“Yeah, once or twice.” I giggled back, as I slid down over her sweaty body and ran my tongue up into her outer cunt lips and nibbled on her hard little clit. She jerked up off the sand and grabbed my hair and shoved my face hard against her mound as she spurted cum into my open mouth. Her cunt lips were trembling as I licked and sucked her through two more intense orgasms.

 

“Oh, shit, Jan, please stop, I can’t take any more!” She cried, as she rolled around on the now wet sand.

 

“Oh, alright. If you insist.” I giggled, as I bit her clit one last time playfully. I reached out and pulled her to her feet and we walked down to rinse off in the ocean. We splashed around for a while as we hugged and kissed until I was getting so turned on my cunt was dripping down my leg.

 

“It looks like the little girl has a problem.” She laughed, as she tweaked one of my rock hard nipples. I gasped, and grabbed her hand and crushed it against my swollen breast. She grabbed the other one and then tugged and twirled the little nubs between her fingers until I was going wild with lust.

 

“Oh, Kathy, please make love to me now, okay? “ I panted, as I threw my arms around her neck and crushed her beautiful body against mine. I rubbed my nipples back and forth over hers as she ran her fingers down to my cunt and slid one nail up and down my wet little slit. I jerked at her touch and pushed my hips forward as I grabbed her hand and started humping it feverishly.

 

She curled three finger tips up in me and I fucked them harder and harder until I felt the orgasm start up my straining little body. She was really strong and held me tight as she fucked me, and it felt sooooo good! I slid my leg between hers and she pushed her own cunt hard against it as she started humping me too. Then she pushed me back and I fell to the wet sand at the waters edge. A wave petered out on the beach and the wash surged up my gaping cunt around her fingers and I screamed at the intense orgasm as it jerked me around and around. I gripped the wet slippery shore as she continued to pound in and out until I was screaming constantly, “Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me! Oh God! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” over and over, as I jerked my hips up off the sand and squirmed and shuddered out more orgasms.

 

She wiped my stringy blonde curls out of my dripping wet face and helped me up. I held onto her body tight as we staggered up the beach to our towels. I flopped down as she tenderly wiped the last of the seawater off me. Then she picked up a blanket that she had with her and spread it out and we laid back on it to dry off and snuggle in the waning sunlight. As the cool air blew off the waves I pulled our towels over us and we were snug as a bug under them.

 

We heard footsteps in the sand and looked up at two guys and their dates coming down from the dunes behind us. They stared at us lying there, and then the girls giggled and the guys smiled knowingly at the two lesbian girls lying close together under their towels with apparently nothing on, since our bikinis were lying in the sand next to us.

 

They moved down the beach a ways and set their cooler down and spread their own blankets out. We watched as the girls pulled their sweatshirts off to reveal stunning figures wrapped in the sexiest bikinis we had ever seen! They had tiny little pouches in front that barely covered their cunts and the tops were almost non existent just barely covering their nipples. The thong like outfits revealed their cute buns completely to our gaze and we both shuddered with desire to go fuck them right then!

 

I caressed Kathy’s breast as she moaned in my ear, “Oh, God, Jan, I’m turning into such a slut here. I want to eat them both while you watch me and I want you to eat me right now while they watch. God, what have you done to me?”

 

I ran my tongue into her ear and sucked noisily as she shuddered and gasped loudly. She pushed my hand down between her legs and I ran my fingers up her wet cunt as she panted and moaned. The guys were looking at us and their shorts did little to hide the fact that they were both getting rock hard. Their dates giggled, and then reached down and grabbed their bulges as they jerked and gasped while ogling us making out under the towels.

 

“Jan, pull my towel down, okay?” Kathy panted in my face as I stared into her beautiful green eyes. “I want them to see me naked while you finger fuck me. Oh God, I’m soo wet!”

 

I smiled at her half closed eyes and ran my fingernail down across her tight stomach under her towel and she jerked and gasped as I did. “Oh, God, Jan, I’m starting to cum again. I can’t believe how horny I am since we met this morning; I can’t seem to get enough! You’re driving me crazy with lust, you meany.” She panted, as she fucked up against my fingers driving in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

 

The motion of her hips thrashing around caused her towel to slide slowly off her straining body until the group watching us gasped as her naked body suddenly was revealed as it finally fell completely off. I smiled at them as I fingered her harder and harder, and the girls’ mouths hung open in awe as they rubbed their date’s shorts faster and faster. Then Kathy screamed as she bucked up off the sand and spurted her sweet juices all over my hand. At that same moment I heard the guys moan and watched as cum spurted down their legs from under their baggy shorts.

 

I turned and slid my tongue down over Kathy’s smooth belly to her red cunt hair. She pulled my body over her so my own cunt was directly over her face, and then she plunged her tongue up between the outer lips of my wet cunt, too. My towel was falling off as we sucked and licked each other totally oblivious to the group watching us now. The waning sun shown on our glistening sweaty bodies as we ate each other.

 

We gasped and moaned in unison until we both came together. I licked hungrily at her soft cunt as she ran her tongue up and down my own slit sucking all the moisture into her hot mouth as she panted.

 

Finally we collapsed with our heads between each others legs. We heard applause break out and looked up to see the group standing over us grinning and clapping at our naked bodies sixty nined on the blanket. I rolled off Kathy and we both grinned back at them as they offered us each a beer and toasted us with theirs.

 

“Great show!” one of the guys said as his date ran her hand over his softening penis down the front of his shorts. The other girl was stroking her date in the same way with her hand down under his shorts, too. The two guys were hugging the girls to their sides as they panted and moved their hips as the fondling increased.

 

We slid over on our knees and pulled their shorts down as their rigid cocks sprang into view. Kathy helped the one girl jack off her date while I fondled the other ones balls and licked the throbbing head with the tip of my little pink tongue. It didn’t take but a few seconds before they erupted and shot white sprays of cum all over our faces and the grasping hands of their dates.

 

We all laughed as we wiped them off with our towels and then they walked over to their own blanket and stretched out to recover. The two girls stayed and knelt by us as we chatted and giggled about the afternoon’s activities. I saw one girl, who said her name was Kasey, ogling me when she thought I wasn’t looking and Kathy noticed and grinned at me.

 

“Looks like someone wants to fondle your cute little clit.” She whispered in my ear, as the girl blushed and her friend laughed. I stared her in the eyes as I ran my fingers over her bikini clad little tits and she gasped as she blushed. But she didn’t move away as I slid one finger under the elastic and traced my nail across her stiff little nipple. She gasped and put her own hand over mine and squeezed my fingers into her swelling breast.

 

Kathy slid over and did the same to her other nipple and the other girl panted as she watched us playing with her friend. Then we pulled her top off and tugged on her stiff little nubs until she was moaning and trembling from out caresses. We stood her up and untied her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the sand revealing her pretty little shaved cunt lips and the moisture seeping out of them. I licked my lips at the sight and my own cunt erupted as I shuddered out another orgasm. Kathy was fingering her fleshy cunt as I leaned over and sucked one little nipple deep into my mouth.

 

Her friend watched as she removed her bikini and fondled her own nipples and fingered her cunt. I looked over at her and something in my head rang a bell. I stopped what I was doing and just stared at her. She looked at me questioningly, and said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I wracked my brain and finally realized what was troubling me. I knew this girl! I had seen her picture on the internet!

 

A short while back some guy had sent me pictures of a girl who he pretended to be, to try and coax me to send him my naked photos. This had to be her, or her exact twin! I stared some more until she blushed and dropped her eyes to the sand.

 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend in England?” I asked.

 

“Yeah, I did a few months ago, why? And how could you possibly know that?” She stammered with fear in her eyes.

 

 “Because he sent me your pictures on the net.” I replied, as she stared at me in total shock.

 

“He couldn’t have!” She replied, as she licked her dry lips.

 

“Your name is Tishy, right?”

 

“Oh. My God! I can’t believe this! Who are you, and why are you telling me this stuff?”

 

‘I write stories for a sex site on the web under the pen name DeeDee18. Have you ever heard of me?” I asked.

 

“Oh, shit! Sure I have. My boyfriend wrote to tell me he was trying to write to you. What a small world! Are you really her? How incredible is that?” She said, as she shuddered and looked at me searchingly.

 

“Yes I am, and I have thought about your sweet face and sexy body many times since then, and have wanted to eat you so bad that I lay awake nights playing with myself while staring at your tight body and those yummy looking breasts and nipples and your sweet looking cunt lips. And here you are in the flesh, and even more stunning than I imagined!” I panted, as my cunt leaked on the sand and my nipples swelled so hard that they ached looking at her.

 

“Ohmigod! That is amazing! You really want me that bad, hunh? Well here’s your chance sweetie, get over here and eat me now!” She panted with that sweet little glint in her eye, as I knelt before her parted legs and looked up at her wet slit above my face. I reached around to fondle her tight buns as I buried my face in her smooth mound and ran my tongue up her hot cunt.

 

“Oh God. How I’ve imagined this moment!” I gasped, as I sucked on her clit hungrily. She smiled down at me and giggled as she swept her honey streaked hair over my head. “You like that, little one?” she panted.

 

“Umm hum.” I mumbled as I worked my tongue deeper into her wet cunt. I licked up and down on her inner lips until her hips began to move and her breath was coming in short gasps as she ground her cunt into my face.

 

“Oh, God, Jan, or whoever you are, you feel soo good in there. Suck me harder, harder. Bite my clit! Yessss.” She panted, as I nibbled and tugged with my teeth on her stiff nub. Then she stiffened, and I felt her warm juices flow into my mouth as she shook from her orgasm. She bucked against my face repeatedly until the contractions eased and she let her breath out in a rush.

 

“Oh, man, you are good!” She panted, as she ran her fingers through my hair and then kissed the top of my head. I looked up into her eyes and smiled as I grabbed her buns and ran a finger up and down her smooth crack. She gasped, and then giggled, as I stood up and kissed her and ran my tongue over her sweet lips and stared into those mischievously beautiful eyes.

 

By now Kathy had the other girl totally exhausted so they staggered over to their blankets and flopped down on their boyfriends and fell asleep in their arms. I hugged Kathy, and then we picked up our stuff and shook the sand out and folded everything up. We walked up the dunes to our cars exchanging phone numbers and kissing and hugging all the way.

 

As I drove down the highway I recalled the day, and the miraculous meeting with Tishy and Kathy, and I smiled as I headed for the airport to fly back to my little lover Angie to regale her with my latest escapade. She would be sooo jealous!

 

                                - deedeeo18@hotmail.com -

When their hair is long enough, I have decided that they will wear it up when they leave the house in keeping with Sarah's Amish background. Mandy is the most proficient with any bun style, French twist or upswept hairstyle. Sarah learned simple buns and braids growing up.

Naturally they will wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty and colorful stylish clothing, not the severe Amish dresses and head coverings of Sarah's past life; before she became my slave.  I have on occasion required them to dress exactly alike, especially when we all go out for dinner.

I find women who wear their long hair pinned up to be very attractive.  This type of hairstyle is both elegant and practical; it is also an issue of control; a slave must know her place. Minnie understood this when she was Mistress Minerva; she understands it now and is powerless to change anything.

She wore her beautiful thick and silky red hair long and deliberately kept her slaves hair cut short...control and dominance. Minnie did not want them more beautiful then she. Minerva wanted all the attention for herself.  Minerva understood my preference, fetish if you will, for women with long hair.  She teased me with hers. 

Minnie fixed her hair in a pretty bun on the day of her betrayal; she thought to entice and arouse me under the pretence of making up.

As one consequence of her failed coup, I initially had Minnie's hair trimmed and thinned by Mandy every three weeks to maintain the pixie haircut that she imposed on Mandy. 

I started allowing Minnie's hair to grow out seven months into her sentence. Minnie now has a modified bowl cut; five inches long on top, the longer bowl section curving just above her ears; full and thick on the back and sides. Mandy choose this style, as it will grow out easily to a blunt bob when the time comes.  Minnie hates her hair short.  Even though I prefer it longer, I have decided that she will keep this style for now.  It will require her to try even harder for my attention and approval considering that there are three younger slave girls in my household that have hair longer then hers.   

It may seem odd to some that I refer to them as girls.  Mandy just turned thirty-two, Katherine is thirty-four, while Sarah is the youngest, at twenty-five, the baby of my slave women.  Which brings us to Minnie, the oldest, she will be thirty-seven tomorrow.

Minnie can easily pass for a woman in her late- twenties and is the most beautiful of my four slave girls. She is the closest to me in age, I being forty-two. Minnie is one of those rare, lucky women who will be a classical beauty well into her seventies. Nevertheless that is how I affectionately think of them and often address them as my girls.

 I take no pleasure on the restrictions that I imposed on her because of her betrayal. They were necessary for the good of the household. Minnie is a slave, nothing more nothing less, and her status in the Sanctorum now greatly diminished: a slave and a servant to slaves.  Order and discipline must be maintained, countered with fairness and kindness.

As one of her restrictions, Minnie is required to sleep alone in the basement under the most Spartan of conditions. The first month, secured to her pole in a sitting position.  For the remaining time she was given a thin neoprene mat for the floor and a quilt that Sarah made for her from coarse cotton material; she will sleep on the floor leashed to the pole; a plastic bucket for her sanitary needs.

On her birthday, this final restriction will be lifted; Minnie will to be allowed to sleep in a proper bed and given clothing. In the event that she backslides, I reserve the right to modify the conditions at any time. 

I am not one for orgies in the Master Bedroom, my bedroom. I prefer to sleep with one girl at a time. I must clarify what I mean by "sleep with".

At night, when it is bedtime, when it is time to sleep, as we all must, I will select one of my girls to share my bed for the night, which includes her pleasuring me. For minor offences and as a punishment, the offending girl may be leashed to the bedpost and made to sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Not that I have not had two or three of my girls at once; I prefer to do this during the day.  The girls look forward to their "special time" at night. Each of my girls has their assigned bedroom for those nights they are not with me. 

Two months into Minnie's sentence, Princess spent a night sleeping on the floor for thinking that she could punish and/or abuse Minnie when nobody was watching. What she did is not important; it shall remain in the family; between my girls and I.  

What is important is that she now realizes what she done was petty and greatly disappointed me. I expected better from her and told her so in private.

 Every Saturday morning, I gather my girls together for a household meeting. Any concerns and suggestions are discussed; of course, I remain the final arbiter. . Everyone is assigned household chores for the week.

Mandy and Katherine still have their occupations and their schedule is discussed and taken into consideration.  I allow them to work because it pleases me. That Saturday, I held court on Sarah's offences with the girls present: Mandy, Katherine and Minnie, naked and collared, made to assume the position, which is only proper.  Sarah was stripped of her clothing and secured to the pole in a standing position; her hands above her head, her legs hobbled at her ankles.

Sarah was required to confess her transgressions against Minnie and then offer her a public apology. I then removed my garrison belt and applied it to Sarah's buttocks; two forceful cracks for each offence against Minnie.  I let it be known that this behavior will not be tolerated by any of my girls against another. 

I released Sarah from the pole and she immediately assumed the position next to the other girls. I adjured court and directed them to heel and then stand. 

Assuming the position is common slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum. The slave girl will kneel with her hands flat on the floor, crossed, with her forehead on her hands.  Her ass will be higher then her head, her feet will be together. To heel is for the girl is to kneel with her back straight, arms straight and crossed in front, with her head up looking at her Master or Mistress. 

To my surprise and satisfaction, Sarah still crying, walked over to Minnie, offered her hand, and quietly apologized again.  Minnie not only took Sarah's hand accepting her apology, but actually hugged Sarah, tears starting to form in her eyes as well. Looking at Mandy and Katherine's faces I knew what would happen next; I went upstairs to let them have their moment, well satisfied with the outcome; Minnie showing genuine humility; one of my favorite attributes in a slave girl.  Sarah's transgression was expunged with her punishment; I will not bring it up again.

That evening, I went downstairs to check on Minnie for the first time. Up until then, the girls took care of her needs: I ignored her, never going to the basement.  Minnie immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, heel."  When she complied, I gently touched her face resting my hand on the top of her head.  This was only the second time that I talked to her and the first time I touched her or showed her any affection since the Sanctorum returned her to me.  "You do not have permission to speak to me."  "Tomorrow you will be allowed upstairs during the day for the rest of your sentence."  I added, continuing to caress her face and hair and looking into her beautiful green eyes. 

"You will eat your meals alone in the kitchen and then serve us ours in the dinning room "You will take cooking lessons from Sarah and help her clean the house"  " Every Saturday morning, you will attend the household meeting" "The girls and I will discuss your progress; you will remain silent and listen." 

"You may use one of the girl's two bathrooms, specifically the toilet and sink."   "You will be allowed to take one cold shower a day.... alone."  " Your use of hot water will be restricted to hand washing, food preparation and house cleaning." "Your sleeping arrangements will remain the same.... for now."

"Go to your sleeping mat and lie down."   Minnie quickly complied.  I attached her leash to the pole and covered her with her quilt and rubbed her head one final time.  That was the second time I left her crying by her pole.

Sunday morning Minnie was to be allowed upstairs for the first time.  It was Mandy's turn to share my bed that previous night and she liked to cuddle and have me play with her hair when I awoke, followed by breakfast in bed just for the two of us, served by Katherine or Sarah when I called for it. 

Mandy was full of questions as were Sarah and Katherine, they all being excited about Minnie being allowed upstairs. This too pleased me greatly; I made an exception and we all had breakfast in bed together.

I answered their questions; implemented most of their suggestions, then gave them their instructions, receiving many hugs and kisses.  Afterwards, Mandy and I showered together while Katherine and Sarah had their showers, dressed and waited for us in the library.

I sent Sarah to bring Minnie upstairs, while I waited in the library, sitting in my favorite chair, my feet on the matching ottoman.

Katherine and Mandy met them at the top of the stairs and then escorted Minnie to their bathroom and dressing room to get her presentable for my viewing.

From the beginning, Minnie was given a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, antiseptic mouthwash and castile soap for her personal needs. She was allowed to wash in the slop-sink, as was Princess.

Now Minnie was given shampoo and conditioner and allowed a cold shower. Next she was given a full body wax and is told that I will allow her to shave her armpits and legs. 

Minnie covered her mouth during the wax, tears running down her face; how the tables are turned!  Minnie always kept her public hair full, but trimmed and shaped; shaved vaginas were for slaves...need I say more?

One Saturday, during our household meeting, Katherine told me that Minnie hated needles and that was why she never wears earrings or had her ears pierced. Each of my beautiful girls was given a gift of an identical pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings. The earrings are a symbol of their bondage and they are required to wear them except when showering or sleeping.

They share a communal jewelry chest that is located on the second floor in a bedroom room I converted into a dressing room; complete with floor to ceiling mirrors, and a walk- in -closet. The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of the girl's sizes, including Minnie's.  The room also has vanity tables and chairs. 

The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers. It is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, pins, broaches and hair accessories: combs and barrettes.

The chest contains just about every semi-precious stone available: turquoise, ambers, garnets, amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines: tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few and illustrate the variety the chest contains. Every piece is duplicated in four: Minerva must earn access to the chest, as she must her 18-karat hoops. 

They enjoy dressing and modeling for me, as I delight in watching them. Having two or three beautiful female companions, while out in public, regardless of the activity shared is most gratifying.  Even at home on most nights we dress for dinner and eat in my formal dining room; they may make a selection of jewelry from the chest to go with their ensemble.

I make time for these life's pleasures, they follow their schedule, help each other out and get along like sisters; sisters in bondage, but sisters; As I have said before, I have my own methods.

This Sunday morning, Minnie will not have her ears pierced. Katherine will perform the procedure; Minnie will have her vertical clitoral hood pierced for an 18-karat ball closure ring; all my girls wear one.  Minnie fainted twice during the procedure and the girls teased her about it.

When Minnie gained her composure, and stopped crying, they had her stand in front of the full-length mirror in their dressing room. They showed her their gold closure rings, then hugged and congratulated her, they being proud of theirs.

Masters and Mistresses of the Sanctorum have offered me millions for Minnie. Many of them are cruel taskmasters. Some Mistresses offering to purchase her are formal rivals jealous of her beauty. They would abuse and degrade her for no other reason then they can, the atrocities they would heap upon her...........

To other Dominants, Minnie is merely a novelty, a status symbol to amuse themselves and then discard.  She could be sold or traded multiple times, the temperament of her new owner, the luck of the draw. Fortunately most Masters and Grand Masters are of my vein. We work diligently to sanction, purge or if necessary, terminate these undesirables.

In my opinion Minnie used her crop far too freely on Mandy and Katherine, and then she mostly ignored them in her quest to become Grand Mistress.  Those two months alone in the basement gave her much to think about, as well as myself.

Princess has been my slave the longest and knows my mind. I telling her that I was disappointed in her and telling her I expected better of her, no doubt hurt her more then the belt.  Sarah loves me as I love her. My Katherine...my Mandy, our house would be empty without them. In the short time I have owned them, I have grown to love them as well, but each in different way then Sarah; I can't put it into words and I pride myself in logic and reason.

I have known Minnie the longest; first as Minerva, who I met at her dance school after my acrimonious divorce; then as my dance partner; we won many competitions together; Finally as Mistress Minerva of the Sanctorum; my salvation and blessing.  Minerva was my marvelous teacher, my mentor and part time lover. Minerva, I loved from the first. How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words.  I have forgiven Minnie for her betrayal.

Yet, a Master I remain with responsibility to the Sanctorum and the women that I love. This is the life we chose, Minnie and I. We are of the Sanctorum. We must play our parts; until death do us part. I will keep my word to former Grand Mistress Maude and Grand Master Arthur.  I will work with him to secure the values of the Sanctorum.

After awhile there was a knock on the library door, "Come in ladies" I answered in response to the knock. Katherine slid the double pocket doors open and entered the room first in a beautiful sea green dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. She had selected a silver and green tourmaline bracelet, ring, and chain with a heart shaped pendant to go with the dress. Next was Mandy in the identical dress in pale blue, choosing lapis lazuli for her stone; hair and make-up perfect. 

Then my Sarah in a pale rose version, her hair up in a French twist with two silver and red garnet hair combs and a red garnet bracelet, make-up, perfect; blood red lipstick, luscious.  Minnie entered last, naked and collared. Her red hair freshly washed and her face scrubbed, pink and glowing with health. 

While confined to the basement, and per my instructions, the girls saw to it that she received good healthy meals and multiple vitamin/ mineral supplements as well as requiring Minnie to do her stretching and exercises, most times doing them with her.

  As they each entered, they assumed the position, in a neat row, right to left, all four girls barefoot. "You may heel ladies"

I put my coffee cup on the coaster, got up from the chair and walked to Katherine. "You may stand Katherine my dear and I must say you look lovely" Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. "Thank you Michael" She replied smiling, followed by my arms around her waist and then kissing her mouth, as she tried to speak  "If you want".... Kiss..."your lunch".... Kiss..."on time".... Kiss, Kiss...."you will have to let me go".... Kiss...."So I can set the table!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I was rather busy and my mind was elsewhere." I said, Kiss.  Putting her hand in over of my mouth, "I said if you want your lunch on time you have to let me go to set the table." Katherine repeated, laughing. "Very well then, don't let me stop you. "I said, smiling and letting go; Katherine left. 

"Mandy" I said offering her my hand, helping her stand.  "That color brings out your blue eyes, my little peach" "Is my shirt pressed, my black shoes shined; my suit laid out?" " Have you chosen a tie for me?" I asked. "I'm not telling you." she said, pouting "Why won't you tell me?" "Because you have not kissed me yet" she answered. "I already kissed you earlier, peaches, you were with me all last night." "That does not count."  Mandy replied.  "I vote with Mandy" Sarah added.  "See, it's two against one, Master you lose!"

"Well then Mandy.... Princes, we will see about that." I will take you both on!" With a girl in each arm, I received many hugs and kisses, each girl trying to out do the other. Finally, declaring a truce, I sent them on their way, closing the doors behind them.

"Minnie you may stand."  Minnie put her hand to the base of her throat, a gesture that I first taught Sarah, then the other girls, requesting permission to speak. "No you may not speak." "Put your hands behind your head."  "Very nice, leave them there" I walked around her, looking at her from all angles. Cupping her breasts and stroking them, feeling her nipples grow hard, I said, "My magnificent Minnie" "Your breasts are as I remember them; round, firm and perfect." "Spread your legs for your Master."  

I stroked her smooth hairless vagina commenting, "I like it better this way." 

" Do you remember your little joke, when you shaved me." "You said that you didn't want hair in your mouth when you went down on me." "When it was your turn, you refused to let me shave you saying only female slaves were shaved." "I was a good sport about it." "I now prefer it that way"

"It is shaved again "My girls prefer it that way." "It is such a little concession to them, yet pleases them greatly."

Feeling her wetness, I commented, "I do not recall you being so easily aroused Minnie, it must be your closure ring." I added, stroking her vagina, parting her lips.... touching her clitoris.  "You know my dear, you have a beautiful pussy."  "Luscious and plump, meant to be stroked and probed." "Assume the position"

I continued stroking her clitoris, feeling her juices flow, aroused at my touch. " "A most vulnerable position, don't you agree."? "I could enter you right now my girl, or I could use the crop on your exposed bottom." "I still have yours."   I added, removing her crop from my inner robe pocket.

"As I recall, you were quite fond of using it on your girls for any reason." "Not that you beat them to leave welts or cuts.... but as you often told me, "To motivate".............to motivate."  "You are a very intelligent women Minnie, as well as a beautiful one; a Harvard Graduate."  "To your credit, you observe everything, take in every detail; you analyze everything." "I will not beat you with your crop." "You have done nothing wrong." You have not irritated or annoyed me since you have been here." "I actually am quite pleased with you." I added, dropping the crop to the floor.

"On the night that the Sanctorum returned you to me, I told you that you would have to earn the right to serve me."  "The fact that you forgave Sarah was your first step." "Your humility makes you the girl's equal now." "You are no longer their servants." "You will work beside them and learn."

"I will take you into my confidence again." "You will not repeat this to the other girls, although. I am sure that they know it." "You are the most beautiful of my girls." " "In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." "My girls are not jealous of one another and I love them for that."

"I have been thinking much of you these past months Minerva."   "How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words we knew to be true."  "We are of the Sanctorum, you and I." "This is the life we both chose of our own free will."

 " I have a responsibility to uphold the values of the Sanctorum." "Order and discipline will be maintained in my household." "You know the absolute importance of this having been a Mistress." "I have a duty to the welfare of my girls; in return for their loyalty, and obedience.... their love."

"Now for your betrayal...I forgive you." "I will never bring up the subject again." "Your punishment shall remain." "Your transgression shall be expunged when the terms of your punishment ends."

"Stand and face your Master" "You have beautiful eyes, beautiful emerald green eyes and I never told you just how beautiful I thought they were." "I should have told you long before this."  Closing mine, I gently ran my hands through her short red hair, then caressed her face, neck; moving to her shoulders, down her back to her trim waist, stopping at her shapely ass and squeezing it lightly. I moved back up, caressing and stroking, until I again was holding her face in my hands. Sighing with pleasure, I opened my eyes and kissed her beautiful face.

Minnie reached up and touched her cheek where I kissed her looking down. I could see her bottom lip quiver if she wanted to say something, or was about to cry, but she quickly mastered her emotions and looked up. I could see suppressed anger flash in her green eyes, like a hot green flame.

 "You have permission to speak."  I offered. "You may speak freely without fear of punishment." I was giving her the opportunity to vent.  "You can be such a bastard, Master."  "That being said, I give you my word I will do my best to please you.," she added. "I have no where else to go."

"May I kiss you Master?"  Minnie asked sweetly.  "You certainly may." I answered, crossing my arms, guessing what would come next. "I've changed my mind." "I don't think I shall."  Minnie said, tossing her head, as she used too when her hair was long.   "May I be dismissed Master, I have my duties to perform?"

"You may address me as Michael." "After all, we do have a history together."  I offered. "Oh no, Master, that would not be proper."

"I will certainly do so if you order me to, Master." 

"You are dismissed Minnie."   Sarah is probably in the kitchen." Just as she reached the door, I said " And Minnie."  "Yes Master" she said stopping and turning to look at me. "You are welcome."

."   Minnie continued walking, swearing under her breath, in Gaelic, a language that she was most fluent being Irish on her mother's side and taught to her on grandmother's knee.  "Minnie!"..........."Yes Master" she said, stopping again, turning and smiling sweetly. "Please bring me another cup of coffee, you know how I like."

I knew from the start how obstinate she could be...and impertinent if given the chance to speak freely when we were alone. I took it for granted that Minnie knew better to be impertinent in front of the girls.  I also knew in my heart she would eventually come around.  If she hated me, she would have told me so in no uncertain terms.  I do not desire to break her spirit. I have no interest in a fawning drone.  I can wait her out.... I have three other girls to pleasure me.

 Minnie always enjoyed making love to me as a free woman, but now, Minnie will never beg for sex, no matter how much she wants it. I can just take her if I desire, but I do not want her that way. Minnie will figure a way around it to save what dignity she has left.... when she is comfortable with her new found title: slave, and when she is ready.

Approximately seven months into her sentence was another turning point for her. Minnie was true to her word and she did try very hard to fit in doing her share of the household chores and more. I was spending more time with her. 

I made it a point to kiss her every morning and evening.  When I walked by her, I often touched her, my hands lingering most intimately. Minnie never returned my kisses or my touches, although I could tell she enjoyed them.  Minnie always addressed me as Master.

The turning point came on a hot Friday afternoon in June.  Katherine and Mandy were at work. Katherine would be home at her regular time.

 It was the wedding season and Mandy's Salon, my Salon was booked late into the evenings for women and girls getting their hair styled for upcoming weddings.  Mandy would not be home until 8:00 PM.  It was money in my pocket, but it was not as if I needed it; I was now much wealthier then before.  Grand Master Arthur was true to his word when he told me, "the fifty will remember your generosity."  Grand Master Arthur introduced me to people and allowed me to invest in private ventures that allowed me to increase my wealth five-fold.

Sarah and Minnie were canning blueberries in the kitchen. There were flats of blueberries stacked on the back porch, along with new unopened boxes of canning jars.  Sarah took my pickup truck to town, to buy more sugar, pectin and labels for the jars of pie filling and preserves that she was planning to put up. 

Minnie was in the kitchen, taking them out of the baskets and washing them, putting them into colanders to drain and then be sorted for spoils; finally to be put into large bowls.  The counters and kitchen table, kitchen chairs were covered with huge bowls of fresh blueberries, waiting for Sarah to show Minnie the next step in the process.

I was outside splitting wood for my fireplaces and wood stove. Our central air was down; I had it apart earlier that morning trying to fix it, but the compressor was shot. I called the manufacturer's 1-800 number and ordered the part; it would be delivered Monday. I had a load of small logs delivered the day before and was enjoying my workout. The temperature was in the high eighties and it was very muggy. 

I was stripped to the waist and perspiring heavily with the good sweat of manual labor. Minnie was in and out of the house replenishing my pitcher of ice water with fresh ice and checking frequently to make sure the water was fresh and cold.  I did not ask her to do this, I generally drank from the hose; I am not complaining, I am pleased with her thoughtfulness.

At one point I heard a scream, followed by a crash. I dropped my splitting maul and ran into the house to see if she was hurt.  I found Minnie sitting on the floor

in a pile of spilled, and now squashed blueberries.  When Minnie is in the kitchen preparing food, or is cleaning with harsh chemicals, she is allowed appropriate clothing.... common sense.

Today because of the oppressive heat, all she was wearing to wash berries was an apron.

There were blueberries everywhere and empty overturned bowls littering floor.  Bowls were overturned on the counter; but it gets better, the kitchen faucet was broken at the base; water was shooting up to the ceiling, splashing, then running down the walls, spilling over the counters onto the floor; I was trampling blueberries trying to get to her.  Moving the overturned chair she was standing on before she fell, I knelt beside her in the mashed blueberries.

"Minerva, are you hurt?" "I'm fine, look at the mess I just made."  "Are you sure you are not hurt?"  "I'm fine, it was an accident."  Helping her to her feet, and trying not to laugh, I asked "What were you doing standing on a chair when there is a step-stool in the pantry?" "I was trying to get a bowl down." Minnie answered, looking down. "It was heavy and my hands were wet." "It slipped out of my hands, and when I tired to catch it I fell and broke our sink." "Accidents happen, I'm just glad you are not hurt."

I squatted to reach underneath the sink and turn off the water at the shut off valve; the handle broke off at the stem when I tried to force it.

Getting up, I turned and saw that Minnie had taken off her ruined apron and was now trying to reach a spilled bowl of berries that ended up under the table; she slipped on the mess on the floor, landing on her stomach; now she was covered front and back, the berries staining her beautiful smooth skin, swearing under her breath in Gaelic.

 I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Stop laughing at me."  "This is not at all funny." "I have to clean this mess.  She added, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Yes, you.... ha, ha, I, ha, ha.... you're right it is not funny."  I answered, trying to stifle the next laugh and keep a straight face, but not succeeding "It is hysterical and you look ridiculous!" "Ha, ha ha ha ha...I...ha, ha, ha, can't look at you." and I turned my back to her just shaking with laughter.

 Minnie came up behind me, her hands full of squashed blueberries and smashed them on my shoulders, pushing her hands up my neck into my hair.  I turned to her in disbelief. Smiling, Minnie reached for my face with her slender hands full of berries and rubbed them on my cheeks, painting my mouth, neck and chest with berry juice and pulp as if I were her canvas.

Minnie reached down for more, this time rubbing the blueberries on her mouth, neck and breasts; fascinated, all I could do was watch.

Putting her arms around my neck, Minnie gave me a deep, lingering kiss, tasting like blueberries.  Giving her my best stern look, and covered in blueberries I admonished "I should take my belt to you for that." "I don't understand?"  She said innocently, "Do you mean for kissing you, Master?"

 "I asked you for your permission." You certainly did not." I replied.  "I most certainly did."  "When did you ask permission to kiss me?"  "The day you first brought me upstairs to the library."  "That was over five months ago." I replied. "Do you withdraw your permission for me to kiss you, Master?"

"That depends, do you wish to kiss me again Minnie?" "I don't believe I shall." She answered, saucily.  "Now you are being impertinent, you are certain to get the belt." "You gave me a choice to kiss or not kiss you, therefore I have tacit approval." She retorted.  "Good point" I admitted. 

You also gave me permission to speak freely without fear of punishment, and to date, you have not withdrawn that either." She retorted.

"I most definitely did not at any time, five months, or five minutes ago give you permission to cover me with blueberries; what say you to that?"

"I have changed my mind, I want to kiss you again, Michael." "What about the blueberries, Minerva?"  "I will lick and kiss them off of you." 

I put my arms around her waist.  Minnie put her arms around my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and face.  Before she could get to the rest of me, I remembered the geyser from the sink. "Do you want to make love to me Minerva?"

"Yes, Thank you for asking Master." "You are welcome Minnie."  I said kissing and licking her breasts, tasting the blueberries. 

"But first I have to take care of something." I said letting go of her and walking to the sink. "The handle on the shut off valve broke off." "There, that should work."  I said, as I placed a large, heavy ceramic bowl over the broken faucet diverting the water into the sink. "But... She started to say, when I interrupted, placing my hand over her mouth, shaking my head.  "Go upstairs to my bathroom and wait me there."  I ordered, "I will write Sarah a note with instructions that we are not to be disturbed.  

As I was writing the note, Minnie reached around my waist and pushed two handfuls of blueberries down the front of my pants, then ran upstairs, laughing.  As I was finishing the note, I heard my truck pull up by the back porch.  I quickly ran to the top of the stairs, then stopped to listen, counting to myself "1...2.... 3.... 4...5...6...7...8...9...bingo" I heard a scream, but no crash.  I joined Minnie in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"You may consider yourself on furlough starting now until tomorrow, Saturday, June18, 2005 at 11:59 PM, Eastern Standard Time."  "This evening you will be allowed to share my bed." "This will be contingent of course on you being able to read my mind. "

"May I shower with you Michael... before we make love?"

"Of course you may, it will be my pleasure, and I hope yours as well."

"Before we shower may I ask you a question?"  "Ask away?"

"May I help Sarah clean the kitchen first?"  "My dear Minnie, not only may you, I will help as well."  "The sooner the mess is clean, the sooner we shall shower." "Thank you Michael?"  "You are welcome."

We made short work of the kitchen.  I went downstairs to shut the water off in the basement. There is a second shut off valve in the basement just below the kitchen sink; I planned on installing a new faucet assembly the next day.

We took a long tepid shower together, soaping each other down, washing and conditioning each other's hair, and toweling one another off. 

Minnie went down on me in the bedroom, licking and sucking my penis, taking my balls into her mouth, something my other girls had never done, and something I never had experienced; this trick would remain Minnie's.  I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of my semen, and then licked me clean. In the past, I always wore a condom; This time, I didn't think of it, and she did not ask for one. I returned the favor, going down on her now bald snatch.  Much like Mandy.

 Minnie was all over the bed, as I licked and sucked with my lips and tongue, with a new twist, my finger in her ass applying opposite pressure: she came, and she came in waves: not only was my face wet from her juices, so were the sheets, we had to change them before our nap together; We slept until 8:00PM.  Then we dressed and went downstairs.

When I said we dressed, and I use the term loosely, all Minnie was wearing one of my white sleeveless tee shirts that were much too large for her falling down past her hips.  I was wearing another white tee along with boxer shorts.

Katherine and Sarah were waiting on the back patio in their panties and woman's sleeveless tees. We all sat outside drinking homemade Sangria waiting for Mandy to arrive with the Chinese that we were having for our late dinner.

Being on furlough, Minnie was allowed a few glasses of Sangria as well; Between wine and dinner. Minnie became quite relaxed and talkative.

Minnie was quite animated when she described how she gave me

"blue balls" and everybody laughed.  They brought a portable CD-Player outside and played the greatest hits from the 1960's, 1970's and 1980's. Soon they were up dancing with one another, mostly fast dances; the slow ones were for me, one girl at a time.

Minnie shared my bed that evening and I tried something on her that Katherine liked. Katherine likes it a little bit rough.  I will pull her hair during intercourse, just as her orgasm is at its crest. Katherine also enjoys being taken in "the position", on the floor of my bedroom at the foot of the bed. 

Katherine likes to receive anal sex in "the position" best.  I will stroke and caress her pussy while I am performing anal sex with her, slapping her shapely ass with my hand until she comes. Katherine will clean my manhood with a washcloth afterwards, but not for vaginal sex; she loves the taste of our mingled juices; next she will perform oral sex on me and I will use her hair for my love reins to control her exuberance and guide her to suit my pleasure. 

Katherine likes to masturbate when giving me head, and I allow her to play with herself until she comes a second time.  None of my girls are allowed to masturbate without my permission. This is an absolute mandate and they will get the belt on Saturday morning for violating this mandate. They will achieve their orgasm by me or with my permission while I watch.

When I first acquired Katherine and Mandy, I suspected that one or the other; possibly both might be bisexual.  And my suspicions were correct.  They are both highly sexed women needing an outlet for their sexuality. I have no problem with this; it rather turns me on.

They also have a need to be dominated and will live within the rules of my household. Like masturbation, girl on girl sex is forbidden without my permission. The forbidden fruit is much more sweet when withheld.

I believe that I mentioned " orgies during the day".  That is something that I reserve for the three of us, Mandy, Katherine and myself.

Sarah told me in private that she would rather not participate; nothing would be gained by forcing her because she is obedient, compliant and affectionate in all other things.  I also doubt that Minnie would be much interested with sex with women, although her past behavior in the kitchen and the bedroom does leave a touch of doubt.

Minnie has never been one to be spontaneous; her behavior in the kitchen was a wonderful surprise. In fact she was quite reserved. In the past, before, we had intercourse, she always went in the bathroom, closing the door for privacy in order to get ready, she said to fix her makeup, hair etc....In retrospect; It is likely that she had to apply some type of lube such as KY-Jelly to facilitate intercourse and we always used a condom.

I wonder if she was holding back or even faking her orgasms in some cases.  I do not remember her being so wet before, during or after intercourse.

I believe to some degree in her quest for wealth and power, she suppressed her sexuality or had trouble sharing it with a man. Perhaps her slavery has somewhat freed her sexual inhibitions. I suspect this is the case.

Minnie always insisted in being in total control...but at what cost?

Friday night, I made Minnie assume the position on the floor in front of my bed.  She was a little tipsy from the Sangria, which was fine.  I made sure that she received more then her share of the slow dances.  Minnie was very affectionate while we danced and I received many intimate touches and kisses.  I held her close when we danced, missing having my hands in her long hair, as it was before her first forced punishment haircut.

I probed her vagina with my fingers; then with my mouth and tongue. Soon she was wet and moaning, moving her hips, trying to push her vagina into her face as I licked

her clitoris.  When I knew she was about to peak, I slowed down, prolonging the inevitable. "Why did you stop Michael, it feels so good?" "I am considering something."  I answered. "Can't you lick while you are considering?"

"I am considering amending your furlough to include one day

each week until the end of your sentence."  I said, continuing to probe her clitoris again briefly and adding, "It is contingent upon you reading my mind." "Please Master."  "Please what my marvelous Minnie."  I said stopping 

"You can be such a bastard, Michael, oh yes that feels so good." "Please don't stop."  As I started stroking it again "Yes I am my dear and you?" "Who are you?" "I am your slave Master and I want to come."  I entered her from behind, while sticking my finger deep in her anus; listening to her gasp, then moan even louder as I increased my thrusts savaging her vagina with my manhood. "What else are you Minnie?" "I am a bitch." "I am your bitch.... oh God.... fuck me harder Michael...fuck your bitch harder.... fuck me harder you bastard, make me come."  Minnie's orgasm was incredible, I never her heard her make so much noise; and as soon as she was sated, I came soon after. I lay down next to her on the rug, stated and content. "Come here my little bitch." "The most beautiful of my girls, I want to taste your lips."

Minnie lay down beside me on the floor and I took her in my arms. When I tried to kiss her she put her hand over my mouth, shaking her head. Minnie closed her eyes, sighing. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then caressed my face and neck. Minnie rubbed my shoulders, her hands working their way down my back to my ass, which she squeezed. She reversed the process until her hands were again in my hair; Minnie kissed my cheek, opened her eyes then kissed my mouth, long and deep.

"Can we go to bed now Michael?" "Yes that is a great idea."  I said smiling at her. "I am looking forward to having you with me all night."  "I am going to brush my teeth and use the bathroom." "Get the bed ready and feel free to use any of the bathrooms if you must."

While we were on the patio that night, I observed that Sarah was inside the house for quite a long time getting ice.  I noticed that the bed was made, bedspread and all. I suspect that she may have put silk sheets on the bed, my pretty girl.... my thoughtful and kind Princess.

Minnie walked into the bathroom, smiling as I was leaving and mussed my hair as I walked by.  When she returned to the bedroom, Minnie stopped to run her hand over the silk sheets. "Did you have the bed made with silk sheets to surprise me Michael? "I think it was Sarah while we were slow dancing out on the patio."  I answered, lying on my back, while Minnie got in snuggling up next to me. "Michael?" "Yes Minnie." I answered.  "May I go to the hardware store tomorrow?"

"I would love to take you to the hardware store, thank you for asking."  Rubbing my chest with her hand she asked, "May we stop somewhere and get coffee?" "We can leave early and have breakfast if you like, Minnie.  I said, closing my eyes." "That would be wonderful, Michael."  And she gave me a little hug. 

"May I dress up nice for you and wear makeup." "Of course you may." "May I have my ears pierced?"  "You want your ears pierced?" "You are afraid of needles remember." "You will hold my hand when Katherine does it, then I will not mind it so much." "Fine anything you want within reason."  I replied. "I need to get some sleep and so do you." "No more questions."

"Michael?" "I said no more questions." "Master, this is not a question, I have something to tell you...are you listening?

"I know that you love me."  Now that got my attention and I rolled

over and looked at her. "Do you want me to tell you how I know that you love me?"  "Of course I want you to tell me."  "I don't

think I shall."  She said, rolling over, facing away from me.

I slapped her ass with my hand, hard enough to make her yelp.  And she rolled back over smiling and I grabbed holding her in place.

"Minerva you can be such and impertinent bitch at times!"

"Yes I am Master, I admit it, I am a bitch at times, but I am your

bitch.... your slave." "That's how I know that you love me Michael". "Only a bastard like you could ever love an impertinent bitch like me." "Then be a good little bitch and go to sleep, Minnie." "Thank you for finally saying it Master, I love you too."

Minnie and I had our breakfast in bed served to us by Sarah.

When Sarah walked in, Minnie jumped up taking the tray, from her putting in down on the chair, then hugging Sarah, and thanking her for the silk sheets.

"May Sarah have breakfast with us Michael?" "The more the merrier."  I answered.  "Thank you Michael."  They all said in unison as Katherine and Mandy walked in from around the corner with two larger trays of the same breakfast: fresh honeydew melon, yogurt, walnuts and coffee.

After breakfast we had our household meeting in the bedroom.

It was a short one. I announced that Minnie would be sharing my bed one day a week, and they would work out a schedule.

During that day Minnie would be allowed full privileges as one of my girls. The punishment haircuts would stop and Minnie would be allowed to grow her hair out in stages; Mandy would determine the appropriate cuts to grow it out gracefully, she being the expert in such matters.

After the meeting, they all went to the dressing room to help Minnie get ready. I showered, shaved, and put on a pair of blue jeans, white tee shirt and a colorful Hawaiian to wear in the

hardware store, coffee shop, or perhaps the perfume counter in the

Mall to select Minnie's soon to be signature fragrance.

Sarah's is vanilla; I love the smell of vanilla and it is perfect for my sweet pretty girl. With her fair skin and blond hair and petite figure, I chose a light dainty flowery scent for Mandy. Katherine, my voluptuous Katherine's is herbal and flowers with a touch of citrus.  Minnie would be wearing the one she has always worn, musky and rich with a hint of sweetness, the scent of the woman I have always loved.

 Of all the scents in the world, this is the one I will chose for her and the one that she will wear; I am sure she will understand the significance. As for myself, Old Spice cologne is good enough for me.

I had the kitchen faucet completely dismantled and had taken the measurements of the sink to select a new one. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the old parts in a box waiting for Minnie. 

Minnie walked in looking lovely the light cream muslin sundress that she chose for me. She was wearing makeup and her short hair was styled to look fuller.

"Do you like my dress Michael?"  "I love everything about you, your dress, your hair and makeup.... you"  "May I have my ears pierced now?"  "Yes, get Katherine and she can do it here in the kitchen."  "Will I get my hoops this morning?"  She asked, hoping that I would say yes. "No, just the stainless steel posts for no; I have another surprise in mind?" "What are you getting me Michael?" "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise.

Minnie sat perfectly still in the chair with her eyes closed while

Katherine pierced her ears, squeezing my hand in a death grip.

When Katherine was finished and the studs were in I kissed her ears and told her she looked lovely.

We went to the hardware store first, and then went to Tim Horton's for coffee and a bagel.  I took Minnie to Macy's to the makeup counter and let her choose any makeup that she needed, telling her in front of the salesgirl,

"Your taste in makeup and clothing is impeccable Minerva."

"Purchase anything you need and do not worry about the price."

"Here, take my credit card, I will meet you in the bookstore; you may take your time."  And she did.

Three hours later, Minnie arrived at the bookstore carrying three large Macy's shopping bags.  "Let's lock the bags in the trunk and then I will take you to get your surprise." "But I thought my makeup was my surprise!  "Your makeup is to make yourself even more beautiful for me."

We locked the bags in the trunk, and then we went back to Macy's.

When we arrived at the perfume counter, I recognized the same girl that waited on Sarah and I when I purchased her perfume.

"You know Minnie, each of my Ladies has their special perfume that I picked just for them with much thought and consideration."

"I am aware of that Michael, what did you chose for me?"

" Jovan Musk Oil of course." "Michael, that is the one I prefer."

"You have worn that scent ever since I have known you my dear."

I was right she did recognize the significance. Minnie leaned over and kissing me, whispering what she was going to do to me when we got home.

Minnie did backslide once during her sentence, and received the

belt for her impulsive mistake.

It was a Wednesday, just three weeks before her sentence was finally over. Minnie knew where I kept the pair 18- karat hoop earrings that she would receive on her birthday, the day all her restrictions will be lifted.

I was called away on business for the Sanctorum. I would be gone for three days. I was taking Sarah with me and we would be staying on Grand Master Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyard.

It was in regard to a Grand Master who had killed one of his slaves and refused to appear before the Tribunal for judgment.

My expertise was required to help circumvent his security system.

I would be meeting with three other security experts, all of them Master's and we would study the schematics to determine the best plan to temporally disable the state of the art security system.  We were there for technical advise only.  None of us knew the identity of the Grand Master who would be terminated, My best guess; the autopsy would show natural causes or an unfortunate accident.

The official business would take only a day, and the other Masters would leave. Grand Master Arthur requested that I specifically bring Sarah.  A frequent visitor to my home, Arthur loved Sarah's cooking, particularly her raisin, apple and shoo fly pies. 

Sarah would be doing all of the cooking, all traditional Amish

dishes.

We would surprise Arthur by bringing him a dozen each of his favorite pies for his freezer, as well as enough pies for the day meeting and the duration of our stay.  Sarah was very fond of Arthur, often referring to him as "such a polite, kind old gentleman" and was delighted to cook for him; And he was a gentleman. Arthur looked the benevolent old grandfather in a Disney movie in his three-piece suits, with a chain and fob on his vest, the pocket watch he always carried: his signature red carnation in his lapel.

Always the gentleman, Arthur was polite and gracious with my ladies when visiting, his funny stories at dinner, making them laugh. But when it came to enforcing the mandates of the Sanctorum, Arthur could be ruthless, the blood of many on his hands, the red carnation a reminder and warning.

Minerva understood the significance and meaning of the red carnation. We do not speak of it. I consider Arthur a good friend.

Minnie was alone during the day while the girls were working.

Because of her added responsibility, I allowed her to sleep in the Master Bedroom while we were away. Minnie followed all of my directions while we were gone, and completed all of her chores and more.

Minnie decided that she would wear her 18-karat hoop earrings while the girls were away at work; and put them back before they got home.  As luck would have it, she managed to lose one.  To her credit, she did tell Katherine and Mandy and they spent the remainder of that day and the entire next day looking for it.

Katherine and Mandy met us in the driveway and welcomed us home helping us with the luggage. I was glad to be home again

surrounded by my girls, my family. "Where is Minnie?" It's not like her not to be here, is she ill?"  Katherine and Minnie looked at one another and Katherine spoke first "Minnie is in the library, Michael." "She has something to tell you."  "I will go and talk with her shortly." "Have you eaten yet?" " Sarah and I waited so we could all eat together." "Not yet."  Katherine replied. "We can whip something up."

"Are you going to take a nap first?" "Yes, it is Minnie's turn tonight, perhaps we will nap together."  "Are you sure she is all right Katherine?"  "Minnie thinks you are going to banish her to the basement again." Katherine replied. "And have me cut her hair in a pixie."  Mandy added. "What did she do Mandy?"  "She lost one of her gold earrings."  Mandy, answered.  "As soon as she discovered it missing, she called each of us on the telephone." "We calmed her down as best we could."  "We know you wouldn't do that to her."

"Minnie believes that she violated your trust Michael, and ours." Katherine added.

"We are a family girls, not a traditional family mind you, but a family never the less." "What she did was impulsive and nothing more." "Do you want me to talk to her?"  Sarah offered.

"Thank you for offering, Sarah but no." "Just play things by ear in regard to dinner." "But first, I will need another kiss and hug from each you to steel my resolve before I enter the library................

I walked into the library and Minnie got up from her chair and immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, you may stand."

"Now come here and give me a hug and a kiss." "I have missed you my dear."  Minnie walked over to me and put her arms around my neck while I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"What do you have to tell me that is so terrible?"  I asked.

"I went into the desk in the library and tried on my gold hoop earring."  "I see, you were curious."  I commented. " I was going to wear them while the girls were at work and put them back before Mandy and Katherine got home."   "Thank you for your honesty Minnie." "Where are they now?"  I asked.  "One of them is in the drawer."  She answered.

"And the other?"  I asked. "I lost it."  She said in a small voice.

"I'm disappointed with you Minerva." "That was foolish and impulsive." "I'm sorry Michael." "Are you going to punish me?"

"You said you were sorry and I believe you."  I replied.

"But you are going to punish me?" "Yes dear, I am going to punish

you."  "Do I have to start all over again, Michael?" "Are you going to cut my hair?" "No.... kiss me Minerva." "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me, didn't I say I missed my you?"

'You are scaring me Michael." She said, as she kissed me.

I let go of her and said "Go upstairs and get my belt Minnie, then bring it here." "Yes Michael." She said meekly.

I made Minnie assume the position and then applied my belt to her shapely buttocks four times, making her wait between cracks. Getting down on the floor next to her, I started stroking her pussy with my fingers. Minnie soon became wet, moaning with pleasure as I stroked her clitoris, wetting her anus with my finger with her own sweet juices. 

I took her there on the floor thrusting my penis into her anus.

"Michael stop, I...."  "Be silent, my dear little bitch!"  I said sharply, as I slapped her sore ass.  I continued pounding her asshole with my cock, while  stroking and caressing her sopping wet vagina, making her moan and squeal with pleasure. As she climaxed  " Fuck me Master...fuck my ass, fuck you your bitch harder...oh...Michael.... make your bitch come...that feels so good...so good...........I'm coming Michael, I want to kiss you!"

After I came, I got up and sat on the couch. "Minnie come here and sit next to me." "I will replace your earrings and you will get them on your birthday."  I said, putting my arm around her and kissing her cheek. "I am going to take a shower and have a nap."

"You should clean up and get dressed." " We shall all have a light meal in the dinning room in about an hour." "Who will I be sleeping with this evening Minnie?"  "It's my turn tonight."  She said putting her head on my shoulder. "In that case, you may join me if you wish." "I have been so busy these past few days, I completely forgot." "You did not, you are teasing me." "You knew perfectly well it was my turn." 

"Is that a smile I see?" "You have such a beautiful smile."  I said, wiping the tears from her face. Taking her hand, we stood and walked upstairs together.  And we did exactly that, a shower and a short nap.

The morning of Minnie's birthday was a very busy one in our home. I made breakfast for all of us, something I do on birthdays for my girls. As it was Minnie's birthday she got to choose the menu; I broiled thick cut pea meal bacon, made western omelets with: eggs, green and red bell peppers, Vidalia onion, sharp cheddar cheese and Virginia ham. I served them bagels with a variety of cream cheeses, to go with their coffee and orange juice.

The girls were going shopping after breakfast to purchase new dresses for Minnie's birthday dinner at Salvatore's.

They planned on going out to lunch together, followed by a trip to Mandy's Salon for a manicure-pedicure, facial, a full body wax, followed by getting their hair done. I told them I wanted to see lots of curls.

 I have a large private corner booth at Salvatore's paid for in advance for the year, which will comfortably seat eight people; I paid to have it put in.  I am a friend of the owner and know all of his regular staff by their first and last names. When I make reservations in advance, Sal will hire an extra server just to wait on our table; Sal and I have an agreement, I will pay the server's wages for the full shift, and include a generous gratuity. Sal also personally prepares each of our dishes, taking exact attention to detail and presentation.

Afterwards, I always will invite Sal and the server to have dessert or after dinner drink with us.  We had a wonderful time at dinner, each ordering a different appetizer and entree, plus two others, and we shared, taking a portion of each. We had a bottle of very good house Chianti. We had cannolis and cappuccinos with Sal and Mary our waitress.

My girls always comport themselves as ladies in public, both in dress and in action. Their manners are impeccable, especially Minnie's.  Minerva's public persona outshines them all; she cannot help it, even now it comes to her as easily as breathing. My ladies follow her lead in this venue. I have observed Sarah watching Minerva at dinner; there is no doubt that Sarah will learn and be polished by my marvelous Minerva's example.

I noticed a marked change in her carriage, specifically her posture and bearing in the way she walked into the restaurant, and while there, how Sarah held and turned her head, observing her hand gestures when ordering dinner and making small talk with Sal and Mary.  Yet Sarah was not duplicating Minerva's mannerisms as much as creating her own style, different from Minerva's but in time, no less sophisticated and charming.

There is no doubt that Minnie was tutoring Sarah in private for the thoughtful gesture of the silk sheets, or to make amends for the way she treated Sarah when she was a Mistress. During the past fourteen months, they have spent a great deal of time together.  Looking back, it is fascinating watching them interacting, both here and at home.

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection, removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner now and a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, and a little bit scared."

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she had him arrested again, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands, before leaving with my Ladies to go dancing.

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door, the girls following behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family."  As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him.

 I was scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out; I was dizzy; my head spinning. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face and rendering him unconscious.

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see if I was all right, as did all my beautiful and brave girls. I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs to secure Frank until

the police arrived; Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to sit down as I may have a concussion.

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

After Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face, to help stop the swelling. I refused aspirin for the pain, refusing anything stronger,

needing a clear head.

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer, when he arrived, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery.

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing. Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers each grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand. 

Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection she placed against me for leverage removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner and is now a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, agitated and scared."

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she tried to him arrested, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands.

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii; I was planning on renting a small yacht, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door with the girls following close behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and was starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family." " As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him, spittle spraying as he screamed.

 I scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face, knocking him off his feet and rendering him unconscious.

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see how bad I was hurt, as did all my beautiful and brave girls At that moment, I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs in order secure Frank until the Sanctorum sent the enforcers; Minerva had taken the imitative and telephoned Arthur on my satellite phone, knowing Frank's history and sanctions; I shut the door before she could tell me. Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to lie down as I may have a concussion.

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

Once inside, Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face to help stop the swelling. I refused anything stronger then aspirin for the pain, needing to keep a clear head.

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

When he arrived, Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer; Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery; Minnie just stood there looking; Arthur had presided at her Tribunal.

Arthur walked up to Minerva kissing her cheek for the first time, saying "You may give a hug and kiss my dear, you have made me very proud of you this day."  Minnie reached up touched her cheek where Arthur had kissed her. I could she her bottom lip quiver and her eyes starting to tear; Minerva kissed and hugged Arthur grateful for his approval, and Arthur hugged her as would a father,

a daughter and whispered something in her ear.

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face, his merry blue eyes now cold and hard.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing.

Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand.  Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

The girls went to prepare lunch and Arthur and I retired to the library. I poured Arthur and I a large snifter cognac and I was debriefed.  "What are you going to do about your ex-wife?"

" I don't know yet Arthur, my head is killing me." "I'm hoping the

Brandy will help."  I answered.  "Katherine treated her for shock and can attest to her physical condition." "Mandy and Sarah helped her shower and get dressed." "I suppose she could stay here for now." "I certainly have the room."

No sooner then I said this, Minnie knocked on the door announcing lunch was ready.

We had lunch in the dinning room together, discussing what had just happened and the ramifications. The girls informed us that Martha was covered with bruises, most of the starting to fade.

In addition to this, there were scars on her back what appeared to be from cigarettes or cigars; Minnie remembered that Frank was a smoker.

 Katherine confirmed the cause of the scars. In addition,

there were fresh bruises on her torso adjacent to Martha's kidneys and she would not be surprised if Martha was passing blood, "I will bet my hoops, that x-rays will show healed over broken bones to go along with her cracked ribs on her left side." We all sat there for a while, not talking, contemplating this additional information.

Sarah was the first to speak

 "Was or is Martha a slave Arthur?

"No dear, why would you ask such a question? "Because when I was helping her wash, I noticed part of a tattoo, under her breast that said property of"........................ At this comment, Arthur stood up abruptly, but then sat down.

"No Sarah, Franklin Abzug was sanctioned by the Sanctorum never to own slaves again." "In addition, all of his wealth was seized, under the condition that we spare his life.

"Martha has never been registered with the Sanctorum."

"Franklin Abzug is a sick internet predator and will be dealt with

swiftly.  

After lunch, Arthur and I again retired to the library. Closing the doors and turning to me, Arthur suggested." May I make a suggestion Michael?" "Absolutely Arthur you know I value your advise." Take your vacation with your ladies." "I will have Martha placed in a secure private hospital until you return." "This matter requires further investigation." "I will see to it that Martha receives the best of care in addition to a complete forensic physical." "In, addition we will conduct a full background check

on her from birth to the present." "The Sanctorum is responsible, I am responsible for her present deplorable situation."

"When you return, you will be given copies of our findings."

"At that point, I am sure you will see to her rehabilitation and care, until she can make a decision to what path she will take.

"You were married to her once, and I believe in your own way that you still care for Martha"..............................................

"You keep kissing me like that and we may as well stay naked all day." I said. She laughed and stopped kissing me. "I want to take you to Biloxi and introduce you to a friend of mine hun, would that be okay?" she asked me. "Who is it?" I asked her. "Well, I have a girlfriend that that loves younger women and she has never had anyone like you, especialy as young as you dear, at least not for a long time." she told me. "Sure, Biloxi sounds good, I will tell Aunt Claire I will be home, when?" I said. "Oh, late Sunday evening" she said and I called and told them. Don't worry about things to wear, I will take care of that for you, besides, we will not be wearing much anyway" she said and we laughed. We dressed and I wore a tank top and shorts and no bra or panties. Elaine wore a pull over and shorts and no bra or panties either and so we drove top down in the Camero convertable to Biloxi down on the Mississippi coast. We stopped and got lunch and everyone in the place was checking us out even the women and we both giggled like she was my age instead of 32 years old which is what she was at the time. One of the guys at a table next to us kept trying to get her and I to go with him and stopped when she winked and said to me, "Oh hun, you make me so hot that I can't wait to get you to the hotel and naked. I am gonna eat that pussy all up." The guy left after that and we laughed.

We drove on and went to I110 and to a nice home with a privacy fence and she stoped and got out and opened the gate and drove in and closed the gate. We went to the house and took her bag and went in. "Don't we have to knock?" I said. "I never have before" she said. We went in and a lovely woman came out totally naked, and greeted Ms. Williams with a hug and deep kiss. "And who is this lovely thing?" the woman said. "This is Tess" Ms. Williams said. She came over and hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. "So who is this?" I said to Elaine. "Oh, sorry, this is my mother, Carla." she said and I almost fell over. "You didn't think you were the first woman I had ever been with did you dear?" she said both laughing. "Now undress both of you while I get drinks" Carla said and walked away. She was very firm and nice. We had a few drinks and Carla sat on one side of me and Elaine on the other. She carelessly carressed my nipples making them hard and then kissed them both. I leaned back and spread my legs ready for what I was hoping was next. Carla kissed me deep and Elaine was playing with my clit and I kissed her back. "Oh you are nice" Carla said and then began sucking my nipples as Elaine went down between my legs and began sucking my lips. Soon I was in a nice 69 with Carla and we both wet each other's faces. "Mother, I have a surprise for you." Elaine said as we all hugged and kissed. "What is that dear." she said. "What is the youngest woman you have been with, besides me that is." "Well, 19 I suppose." she said. "Well, that has changed today." Elaine said laughing. "Oh really, so Tess is 18 then?" "Tell her how old you are Tess" Elaine said. "I am 13." I said and Carla almost fell off the bed we had moved to. "There is no way." she said. "Yeh Mother, she is one of the students at my school." We all laughed and kissed and made love again all the time Carla saying "Oh you are so sweet dear, so young and sweet."

We dressed later, in as little as was legal and went to a bar down past the base and went in. I was never asked for an ID or anything and we all got very wasted. Soon, I was sitting in the booth, my tank top up and a woman on each side of me sucking a tit. Several people gathered around and watched as these three women lost their clothes and fingered and ate each other right there. Finally we left after several people giving us phone numbers, some were women. We drove back and went back to bed and did not wake up until late. All weekend it was the same, Eat food, eat pussy, drink, eat food and pussy and finally Elaine and I drove home.

We were great friends after that weekend.

love

tess

Joey was eighteen and a senior in high school, her parents were very rich and Joey lived in their large, luxurious home. Most of the time her parents were away, conducting various business deals that paid for the extravagant home. Joey and her family hadn't moved out west much before this and she was easily bored and lonely. For the next two weeks they were to have a Russian exchange student staying there and, as neither of her parents were around right now, it was Joey's job to pick her up at the airport in San Diego. Joey wasn't really overly bothered by this, in the long days at home on her own she'd often get bored and she was looking forward to the distraction of the two hour drive to the airport and the company that she hoped Natalya Elkova could provide over the next two weeks.

Joey grabbed her handbag from its place hanging over the stairs and slammed the door behind her, her mom hated her doing that but she wasn't around to object and Joey enjoyed this petty act of teenage rebellion. Outside, the day was incredibly hot for October and Joey was pleased she'd chosen to wear only a T-shirt. Getting into her little red Ford, Joey turned up the air conditioning and put the car in gear. She really loved that car, her parents had bought it for her eighteenth birthday, it was small and easy to handle and by now driving it was almost second nature for her. She leant over to turn on the radio that would provide her only company on the two hour drive and turned out onto the main road to San Diego.

As she drove to the airport, Joey thought about how little she knew about the girl who was going to stay in her house for the next two weeks. Natalya Elkova was a girl of Joey's age who was learning English at her school in Russia and wanted to spend some time in America to help her become more familiar with the language. Joey's parents knew Natalya's parents through their business dealings and had agreed to take in Natalya during her stay in the US. That was all Joey knew about her. As she pulled the car into the airport car park she began to worry about this. What if she had nothing to say to Natalya? How would they spend the two-hour journey home from the airport? How would they spend the next two weeks together if they had nothing in common? Joey could see weeks of awkward silences stretching out before her. Or worse. After all, she knew nothing about this girl; she could be a drug addict or a kleptomaniac or anything. Joey told herself not to be ridiculous but she could feel her nervousness growing within her as she dropped her car keys attempting to lock the door. Her hands were slippery with sweat as she picked the keys up and locked the car, and this wasn't just from the heat. She wiped them off on the seat of her jeans and strode across the car park to the airport terminal, her sneakers squeaking loudly on the floor.

There was still an hour until Natalya's plane arrived. An hour more of nervous waiting which Joey decided to take up with shopping, one of her favourite passtimes. Joey always found shopping could calm her down and take her mind off other things. She spent a good twenty minutes in a perfume store before buying something musky and sensual that she would probably never wear. Still, she was killing time. Finally she felt her legs tire and she headed for a cafe to await the arrival of the flight from St. Petersburg.

Joey ordered a milky coffee and, after a moment's consideration over her stomach, a jelly donut and sat on her own in a corner to eat it, her legs dangling from the cafe's high stool, not even nearly reaching the floor as she swung them back and forth. Joey was 5'6", but she doubted even someone a foot taller could have sat reaching the floor in that stool.

The coffee was too hot; it burnt Joey's lips leaving a little red mark. It was cheap grey coloured stuff in a crappy plastic cup. She left it to one side and bit into the sticky donut, the jelly inside spurting its warm liquid into her mouth. Finishing the donut her lips were sticky with the sugary glaze and she wiped them clean with her napkin, worrying about what that single donut could do to her waistline.

Joey sipped at her coffee, more out of habit than out of any desire to drink it. Now she looked down at her watch and saw the flight should be arriving in five minutes. She looked at her half drunken plastic cup of coffee and decided, after a moment's thought, to leave it that way. She picked up her handbag and the classy paper bag that contained her perfume and hurried to the arrivals lounge, her sneakers continuing to make an annoying squeaking sound on the polished, shiny airport floor.

Standing and waiting for people to emerge from customs Joey's nerves began to return again. The flight had landed ten minutes earlier, according to the screen above her, but she knew it would take a while for the Russian passengers to be allowed through customs. Joey began to chew nervously at her fingernails which, as a result of this habit, were pretty short and messy, and to finger the spot where the coffee had burnt her lips. She remembered the conversation she'd had with her parents a couple of days earlier over her worries about Natalya Elkova.

"So, do you know Natalya?" she had asked her father as he spooned soup into his mouth.

"Sergei Elkov is one of our most important and wealthy clients," he had replied between mouthfuls, "And your mother and I have spent some time with him and his wife."

"But do you know Natalya?" Joey had persisted.

"We've never met her before," her mother cut in, "But I'm sure you'll get on just fine, her parents are very keen she gets a good home while she's in America."

"But what if we don't get on? What can I do if it's just us in the house and I've got nothing to say to her?"

"Don't be silly, there's plenty to do around town. You won't even need to be here that often."

"There's not plenty to do in River Falls," Joey was becoming annoyed. Clearly her parents didn't really care about her nerves and were just trying to humour her.

"I'm sure you'll find something in common," her mother had said, trying to sound reassuring but actually just infuriating her daughter more, "Now can we talk about something else."

And that was it, her parents had never even met the girl that was going to stay in their house for the next two weeks. That was hardly reassuring, and neither was the fact that they didn't really seem to care how Joey and Natalya got on with each other. As passengers emerged and walked passed Joey she couldn't see anyone who looked like the eighteen year-old daughter of a Russian businessman. Most people had already left but there was still no sign of her. Worries begun to fill Joey's mind again. Had Natalya missed her flight? Had Joey got the wrong place or the wrong flight to meet her from? What if Natalya had decided not to come at all? Joey could understand that, she herself could never spend a couple of weeks in a stranger's house in a strange country. Then Joey saw her.

Joey didn't know how she knew this was Natalya, maybe it was because she was almost the last person to emerge from customs, she just knew it. A good four or five inches taller than Joey, she had jet black hair and legs to die for. Her dress sense and style made Joey feel greatly self conscious in her jeans and sneakers. Natalya was wearing a little shiny grey top which covered little more than her breasts and left her midriff bare and a short black jacket. Almost the whole of her legs were shown off by a tight black mini-skirt while over her shoulder was a little leather handbag. Her black stiletto sandals made her stand even further above Joey. Designer sunglasses were perched on her head, pushing her straight black hair out of her dark eyes and pale face.

She walked almost as if in slow motion, swaying her hips and tossing her long black hair. She walked with a confidence and sassiness that Joey wished she could display, let alone feel. She turned towards Joey and walked over. Joey felt herself blush pink and become sweaty again, anxious at the impending meeting and slightly embarrassed by her lazy appearance.

"Hi, I'm Natalya Elkova," said Natalya, coming over and extending her perfect white hand, Joey could see an expensive scarlet manicure which made her a little self conscious about her own chewed nails, "You must be from Mr. and Mrs. Stiller."

Joey gave a little cough, clearing her throat which had become clogged up as she waited, and took Natalya's hand, feeling it soft and well moisturised, "Yeah, I'm Joey."

"You are Mr. Stiller's daughter, no?" Natalya said, speaking in a noticeable Russian accent and raising her arched eyebrow a little as if perhaps she'd expected some servant or flunky of Joey's father.

"Yeah," Joey said and paused uncomfortably trying to think of something to say, "Welcome to America."

Joey smiled, she'd been told that her smile was her best feature, that it lit up her face. Obviously this helped a little as Natalya's arched eyebrows turned into a smile of her own. Joey took one of Natalya's snakeskin suitcases and carried it towards the car park, attempting to make small talk on the way.

"So, how was your flight?"

"It was not so good. You see usually I fly First Class, but this time no," Natalya replied.

Joey didn't really know what to say to this, she'd only asked out of a need to make conversation. She bit her lip again, still nervous, and drew a dark spot of blood. Natalya noticed.

"You should not do this Jody . . ."

"Joey," corrected Joey.

". . . you will make yourself bleed."

She took a pristine white handkerchief from her handbag and reached over to wipe the blood from Joey's lip. Joey smiled in appreciation but said little else until they reached the car park.

Natalya raised her eyebrows a little sceptically again when confronted with Joey's old Ford.

"My parents won't have me driving anything flashier as I've only recently got my licence," Joey felt the need to explain as she helped load Natalya's luggage into the trunk.

"I am impressed Joey that you can drive. My parents will never let me do this, I am driven everywhere."

"I don't think it would be very easy to drive in those heels," Joey tried a feeble joke as they got into the car, to which Natalya just looked confused.

Joey backed the car out of its space and headed out of the airport. The two-hour drive went a lot quicker than it had on the way out here with Natalya for company. Conversation didn't exactly flow but Joey wasn't as completely stumped for things to say as she'd feared. Natalya, Joey was relieved, spoke excellent English and beneath her strong Russian accent was a curious hint of an American one. By the time they reached River Falls Joey knew that Natalya attended a prep school in St. Petersburg and had learned English since she was five. Her parents were among the very richest people in St. Petersburg and she lived in a large mansion with a number of servants. Joey's initial impression of Natalya as being a little stuck up and selfish began to disappear as she heard Natalya talk more enthuisiastically about her home and family.

"My parents do not spend a lot of time in the home. They have a lot of business to do in other parts of Russia," she said and Joey instantly felt sympathy for her.

"I know what you mean but at least you have all those servants to keep you company."

"Sometimes I would like to have some brothers and sisters," Natalya continued and Joey felt further agreement with her.

Joey drove through the centre of River Falls, not particularly because it was the quickest route, but to show Natalya what the town had to offer. It was a tiny town and the roads were mostly quiet. The town was surrounded by scenic green hills through which ran the river and series of little waterfalls that gave the town its name. Joey felt that her guest would at least be impressed by the scenery, even if the town was a little dull. The cloudless skies on this hot sunny day made the place look even more appealing. The centre of town was made up of little more than three or four streets. There was a little supermarket and a few other stores, the only one that interested Joey sold CDs, videos and teen clothing where most of River Falls' teenage population hung out in the winter. To do any real shopping you had to take the couple of hours to drive to San Diego where there were all the shops anyone could want.

Apart from the shops, the main thing that dominated River Falls was the high school which was surprisingly big as it didn't just serve River Falls but also a number of other towns in the area which meant Joey's friends were scattered all over the place and she didn't see them as often as she'd have liked outside school. Most of the streets were empty but every so often Joey would drive passed kids on skateboards or sitting idly on the sidewalk. One thing River Falls did have in abundance was wide open spaces and in one park by the river Joey could see some of the guys from school throwing a football around. Brock Stewart, the captain of the football team, had the ball raised above his head in a classic quarterback pose as he waved the other guys further away. Brock's chest muscles rippled beneath the sweat soaked white vest that he was wearing. Joey had sat next to Brock for a year in math class, they sat them alphabetically, and he was your classic dumb but still quite easy on the eyes, and he knew it. Brock would spend most of class smoothing back his gelled hair to make sure it was just right.

"I know some of those guys a bit," said Joey noticing Natalya watching the football game, "I can introduce you some time if you want," she smiled, eager to please and happy her town had something to offer Natalya.

Natalya was impressed again at the sight of the super popular Sinclair twins walking down the sidewalk to their home in the centre of town. Both tall, blond, beautiful and popular, Jesse and Jessie Sinclair were the envy of the whole of River Falls.

"Now those people it's not even worth bothering to get introduced to," Joey said, "They're like royalty round here."

The Stiller house was a little way out of town in an even more quiet and secluded spot, after all Joey's parents had moved there a year earlier for the scenery and ad chosen a property with full appreciation of it. Their nearest neighbours were almost a mile away along a winding road up the hill. Joey pulled into the long driveway beside her dad's Mercedes and looked over to see what Natalya's view of the house was.

"I like your house Joey, it is very cosy," she said to Joey's amusement, to Joey on those lonely empty days the expansive house seemed far from cosy.

As Joey got out of the car, she was struck again by the heat of the day, while driving she'd had the air conditioning on full so hadn't been able to fully appreciate how hot it was, but now a warm breeze blew over her face.

"I bet it's not this hot in the fall in Russia," said Joey.

"No, in St. Petersburg it can be very cold at this time of year."

Joey helped Natalya with her expensive looking snakeskin suitcases and unlocked the door into the stylish, expensively decorated entrance hall to the Stiller house.

"Come on, I'll show you your room," Joey said, carrying one of Natalya's bags upstairs.

Clearly Natalya was unused to to carrying her own stuff as she struggled up the stairs with a relatively small bag as Joey showed her into the spare bedroom.

"OK, I'll let you unpack and get settled," Joey told Natalya, leaving the room, "I'll just be downstairs."

Joey went into the living room and opened a couple of windows and was just sitting down and reaching for the TV remote when the phone rang.

"Hi Joey," came the faintly squeaky voice of Joey's free spirited best friend Hannah Monroe.

"Hiya Hannah, how's things?"

"Fine, your Russian arrived yet?"

"Yeah she's just upstairs unpacking,"

"Are you sure you trust her alone?" Hannah said laughing, Joey had told her friend about her silly worries and Hannah's laughing at it now made Joey feel a lot better.

"I'm sure it's fine, her parents are like millionaires or something," Joey replied, "She's got a mansion and servants and everything."

Joey and Hannah chatted happily for a while. Joey was pleased to be able to unload all her worries and private thoughts to her friend who lived on the other side of the country in Boston since Joey's family had moved to California. Hannah would call Joey up most weeks and they could chat for a while like old times.

"Listen, I'd better go," said Hannah after about twenty minutes, "My parents don't like me using the phone bill for these long distance calls."

Joey hung up and, not for the first time, felt a pang of regret that her best friend was so far away and they were reduced to a weekly twenty minutes on the phone. Back east Joey and Hannah had spent almost every waking minute together since they were twelve and Joey had never felt lonely or alone then as she often did now in her isolated house in River Falls. To comfort herself Joey flicked on the TV onto MTV, a Madonna video was blaring out as Joey heard Natalya come down the stairs and into the room.

The first thing Joey noticed was that Natalya had changed her clothes. The designer sunglasses were gone and now her black hair was tied back from her white face. She was now wearing a flimsy floral print summer dress which still allowed Joey to see all of her smooth pale legs, and flat pink sandals. When Natalya came and sat beside Joey on the couch conversation didn't exactly flow.

"Who's that?" asked Natalya

"Madonna," Joey replied, a little surprised that Natalya wouldn't be aware of this.

"No," said Natalya, pointing, "him."

The living room looked out onto the Stiller's yard and swimming pool. There were large glass double doors with one way windows which allowed people in the living room to look out without those outside looking in. Despite the heat Joey hadn't opened the doors and they remained locked. Natalya was pointing to where, in the yard, Luke the pool guy had come to clean the Stillers' pool.

"Oh, he cleans our swimming pool," explained Joey.

Natalya licked her lips at the sight of Luke and Joey had to admit that Luke was a kind of hunky guy. He was twenty five and had a strong muscular physique with messy dark hair and stubble that gave him a hunky rebellious look. Because of the heat of the day his brow was dotted with sweat, as was his bare muscular back as the heat had caused him to dress in nothing more than a little pair of shorts. Joey felt herself caught up in staring at Luke's muscular toned body, but at a gasp from Natalya she turned round.

Natalya sat back in the sofa, her eyes focussed on Luke's body. Her summer dress was pulled up even further so Joey could see the red lace panties below. Joey was shocked to see Natalya's pale hand inside her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy. She let out another gasp of pleasure. Joey stared speechless before,

"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously.

Natalya glanced over briefly as if she'd only just remembered Joey was still there.

"Come on Joey, it's fun. You could do it too and nobody would know."

Joey's eyes widened in surprise at this, but still she found herself unwittingly feeling very aroused, both by the sight of the pool boy's hot sweaty body and the sexy Russian on her sofa. As if not fully in control of her own movements she sat beside Natalya and, before she fully realised what she was doing, she had unbuttoned her jeans and her own hand was stuck inside her panties. Her fingers slid easily into her pussy, already dripping wet with her arousal, and she began to frig her own cunt in time with Natalya.

Both girls sat side by side on the couch, eyes focused on the sexy pool cleaner outside, enthusiastically masturbating. It was the Russian girl who came first, Natalya threw back her head, let out a little scream and filled her lace panties with her juices. At the sound of Natalya's orgasm Joey couldn't hold herself in any longer and felt her body convulse with pleasure as she came into her own panties. Natalya looked across and smiled reassuringly at Joey.

"You see Joey, that was fun, don't you think?"

***

This strange act of voyeurism and communal masturbation seemed to lighten things up a little between Joey and Natalya, and Joey was pleased to notice the change in their relationship. Natalya never brought up the incident in conversation again or suggested that they do it again and Joey began to just put it out of her mind.

For whatever reason, after this Natalya treated her American host less like a servant and more like a friend. Joey discovered that Natalya, although still a little arrogant and haughty, had a wicked sense of humour and Joey often found herself laughing out loud at some characteristic she'd never even noticed before about some of the people of River Falls.

Joey discovered that she and Natalya had a lot more in common than she'd first feared. Both girls enjoyed to shop with a passion and Joey spent hours going round shops with her Russian guest. Joey was impressed at how Natalya didn't seem to think anything about spending any amount of money on expensive designer clothes and jewellery, while Joey herself spent ages pondering over whether to spend her money or not. Here Joey discovered another good point about her Russian friend, Natalya wasn't just relaxed about spending money on herself but could be very generous with it too.

The day after Natalya arrived was a Sunday and Joey drove herself and the Russian into San Diego to go shopping. It was on that day that Joey discovered both their shared passion for shopping and her new friend's generosity. The first shop the girls headed for, at Natalya's request, was a very expensive clothes store that Joey had never been in, it didn't exactly cater for her usual jeans and T-shirt style wardrobe. However, stylish Natalya wanted to go in and Joey felt there was no harm in trying out what she would look like in some of these fancy clothes.

If anything, this October Sunday was even hotter than the day before and Joey's clothes clung sweatily to her body. She was wearing a powder blue vest and denim cutoffs that left her arms and legs bare in the bright hot sun. It probably wasn't the sort of outfit people who shop here normally wore, Joey thought as she stepped into the store and was relieved by the cool blast of air conditioning blowing against her bare legs. Joey let out a sigh as the cool air brushed against her skin and looked across at Natalya, grinning.

Natalya turned and flashed her teeth, as white as her pale skin, back at Joey. She was dressed far more appropriately for somewhere like this in a black halterneck dress whose plunging neckline showed off the curve of the Russian's rounded breasts. Her legs were, like Joey's, bare in the hot sun because of the dress' short skirt. She wore the same black sandals as the day before and Joey could see her toenails painted a sensual scarlet colour. Her designer sunglasses were also the same as before and, as they walked into the store, she once again pushed them back onto her forehead. Despite Natalya's immaculate appearance Joey could tell the heat was getting to her, beads of perspiration dripped off her pale forehead and often she would fan herself with her hand.

"I think this would suit you very well, Joey," she said, holding up a pink top with three quarter length sleeves that laced across the bodice, it wasn't the sort of thing Joey would normally wear but she decided to try it anyway.

Natalya came over with her to the fitting room and came in with her. Joey thought perhaps this was a little forward, but then they were friends. Besides, Joey reminded herself, the other girl was from a different country and maybe they did things differently there.

Joey turned her back from Natalya and pulled the blue vest over her head and put it down on the floor of the fitting room. Joey was now dressed in just her short cut-offs and a plain white bra and, despite the heat, she felt conspicuously cold and naked, especially standing like this in front of a girl she'd only met the day before. She felt a little comforted about her semi-naked body when she turned round and Natalya smiled at her.

"You know Joey," Natalya said, placing a hand on Joey's smooth bare shoulder, "You have very nice breasts, you should not keep them so covered up."

Joey felt oddly comforted by the closeness and re-assuringly light touch of the Russian girl and she smiled her attractive grin back at Natalya. Natalya held out the pink top for her friend and Joey slipped her arms into the pleasantly thin nylon. Natalaya loosely tied the laces across Joey's chest and once again, unseen by her Russian friend, Joey allowed herself to smile at the close, gentle touch of the other girl.

Turning to look at herself in the fitting room's mirror, Joey had to admit to being impressed by how the top looked on her. The pink was a dark, almost maroon, colour and it went well with the mousy brown of her hair and the colour of her freckled, slightly tanned skin. It clung to her figure far more tightly than what she normally wore, in a way that Joey thought made her body look more curved. But, most significantly, across her chest, where Natalya had loosely tied the laces, the size of her breasts was far more apparent in the way they jutted out from her body, despite the heat firm and erect. The laced neckline of the top gave her a cleavage that she was proud to think put Natalya's to shame.

"You see, Joey," Natalya said, "You have nice breasts and you should be showing them to the world."

Joey was certainly very pleased with the top and seriously considering buying it as she stripped out of it and put her powder blue vest back on. That was, until she saw the price tag.

"$120!" she shouted incredulously, realising why she never shopped in places like this, she shrugged to Natalya, "It's nice but I really can't afford anything like this."

"Do not worry Joey, I will buy it for you."

Joey was a little taken aback by this offer, "Oh no," she said, "I couldn't let you spend so much on me."

Natalya smiled, "It is my father's money, Joey, he doesn't care how much I spend. Anyway I want to thank you for being so welcoming for me in your country."

Joey tried her best to argue Natalya out of it, but deep down she knew she really wanted that top and was quite pleased when Natalya refused to be convinced out of buying it. Natalya went to pay for the top with a shiny gold credit card and Joey felt a twinge of envy that Natalya's father gave her all the money she wanted while her own father gave her less than a lot of the other kids at school. However, Joey quickly supressed this envy when Natalya turned to her, grinning, and handed her the bag containing the top. Joey smiled back and then surprised even herself by throwing her arms around Natalya and kissing her on her smooth white cheek. For a fleeting moment their bodies pressed together, Joey's breasts pressed into her Russian friend's body before they broke away and turned out of the shop and into the rest of the pristine white shopping mall.

***

Throughout that day there was no mention from either girl of the incident that had occurred watching the pool boy. Although embarrassed by it, Joey was, at the same time, quite pleased that it had happened as it had been a surprisingly perfect ice breaker for her and Natalya, and now Joey felt she had a special bond with her new friend.

On Monday, Joey, dressed in her new cleavaged pink top, took Natalya into school with her. Before the bell rang and ushered them into their respective classes Joey took the opportunity to introduce the Russian exchange student around her friends. Joey had been new to the school fairly recently and, although well liked generally, had no really close friends. The group she gravitated towards to introduce Natalya to was a group of four or five people who'd joined the school around the same time as her, that was their only real similarity and they were quite different people really.

"Wow! Your breasts . . ." was the first thing Claire Lancaster said to Joey that morning, not thinking of any way to finish the sentence.

Claire was only sometimes part of Joey's group. On arriving in River Falls she had quickly decided to join the cheerleading squad and, as a result, was a part of their elite, privileged and popular group as well. Joey didn't really like Claire very much, she was very loud and brash and often unaware of whether people were offended or hurt by things she did. She wasn't intentionally a bad person but Joey didn't like her much anyway. Joey was also slightly jealous of Claire's blonde, all-American cheerleader looks. However, despite being tall and blonde, Claire was not, in fact, particularly attractive, she was very thin and bony, with quite small breasts and a thin, pointed face.

Joey didn't really know what to say to Claire's opening comment so she just turned to the group in general and introduced Natalya. Her introduction was met with a set of "hi"s, "hello"s and "pleased to meet you"s from the others, but little else. As the bell rang, sporadic conversations sprung up as they walked into the imposing building of River Falls High School.

"Is that top new?" said Katharine Taylor, still looking at Joey's breasts.

Katharine was probably the one person at River Falls that she could really see herself being good friends with. She was barely over five foot tall and people often mistook her for someone about fifteen or sixteen. She had a bit of a tendency to drift off into thinking about other things in class, but was a genuinely nice and caring person. So far, Joey hadn't really succeeded in becoming good friends with Katharine but they were still able to have the occasional friendly chat.

"Yeah, it cost $120," Joey replied, holding the large door open for Natalya behind her, Katharine stopped in her tracks and her eyes widened in surprise.

"How can even you afford that, Stiller?" this wasn't from Katharine who was temporarily struck dumb, but from Robbie Biaggi, the only guy in Joey's group.

Robbie's family had moved to River Falls from New York at the same time as Joey's had moved from Boston and Joey was well aware that Robbie had had a crush on her since they started at River Falls High on the same day, but the idea of getting together with Robbie almost made Joey laugh out loud. Robbie was a nice enough guy but Joey hoped for more than his greasy black hair, thick rimmed glasses and the huge braces on his teeth. He walked in an odd loping fashion that also put Joey off a bit. In all, Robbie was blessed with a classic geeky appearance, but, despite all the hints that she'd dropped, Joey couldn't get him to stop being interested in her. By now it kind of flattered her and she realised that Robbie wasn't doing any harm, in fact she could often take advantage of his willingness to do anything for her.

"Natalya bought it for me in San Diego, she's even richer than I am," Joey laughed, turning to Katharine with a smile, but Katharine was no longer paying any attention to the conversation.

Robbie seemed to notice Natalya for the first time and Joey could see the look in his eyes, it was the same look that he often reserved for her. Joey smiled inwardly at the thought that Robbie could transfer his affections so easily and at the thought that Natalya would have to deal with him now.

True to her word, that lunch break Joey took Natalya and introduced her to the guys from the football team who they'd seen in the park on the day that Natalya arrived. Joey noticed with a smile that, as they left the building, Robbie's awkward steps fell in with hers and Natalya's. Seniors at River Falls had the opportunity to leave the school during their lunch break and, at least while the unseasonal warmth held out, most people tended to hang out in the park. Joey knew this was where they would find Brock Stewart and his friends, probably throwing around the same football as before.

Sure enough, beneath the glare of the mid-day sun, Joey could make out the shapes of three figures and a small round shape flying between them, this time not a football but a luminous orange frisbee. Around them sat, in the necessary shade of the trees, a number of groups of people just lounging in the sun, some of them making use of their lunch break to eat some lunch but not many. As they approached, Joey waved to Katharine, sitting dwarfed by a huge tree. She didn't wave back, her attention was elsewhere and, following her gaze, Joey saw that Katharine's eyes were fixed on the clowning of Chris Hudson as he twisted his body in an attempt to catch the frisbee between his legs, succeeding only in tripping and completely missing the catch.

Joey pitied Katharine for a moment, she'd have to wait her turn for Chris. There were a number of girls at the school who'd had their hearts broken by his tanned, surfer looks, and matted blond dreadlocks. With the guys he was known to be a bit of a clown and was always involved in some sort of trouble in lessons, however Joey was aware that he had a very different relationship with girls and she knew Katharine's wouldn't be the only eyes on his elastic limbed performance. For some reason, possibly her diminutive stature, Joey felt a little protective of Katharine and had often warned her to look for other guys, it didn't seem to have worked.

Joey's own eyes, however, were drawn to another of the frisbee throwers. Greg Grant pushed his floppy brown hair out of his eyes and gave Joey a brief lopsided grin as she walked into the park. If she could just shake off Robbie then Greg was the sort of guy she'd go for.

"Hey Robbie, Joey," Greg grinned at them, "Hey, nice outfit, Joey."

Joey flushed red, but Greg didn't notice as, after this throwaway compliment, he turned to talk to Robbie. That was the odd thing about the two guys in her life, often when together, they'd pay more attention to each other than to her. Greg was failing in French and had got Robbie to tutor him. As a result, the two of them had discovered a shared passion for re-vamping old cars, which Joey couldn't understand at all.

"Hey, Grant, get back in the game," came Brock's shout. He was waving the luminous orange disc at Greg, as had been the case on Sunday, his muscles stood out and rippled and, although he was now topless in the heat, the vest he'd worn before was obvious in the difference between the tan of his arms and chest.

"Hey guys," said Joey, waving briefly to attract their attention, "I'd just like to introduce you to Natalya, she'd gonna be staying with me for a couple of weeks."

Robbie was no longer engaged in a discussion of engines with Greg and had turned back to Natalya, his mouth hanging open to show the metal across his teeth. Chris came elastically jogging over to meet the gorgeous, pale skinned Russian. Joey turned to see Brock give a sigh and put the frisbee down on the yellowing grass with an exaggerated gesture, as if to show his weary acceptance that the game was over, and came over as well. Brock, Chris and Robbie now crowded around the immaculately dressed Russian girl whose designer sunglasses concealed any thoughts that her dark eyes may have revealed as the three guys took her by the arms and led her over to the shade of another tree. Or, at least Brock and Chris took her over to the tree, while Robbie loped after them, tolerated because he offered no threat to their dominance.

Finally given her moment alone with Greg, Joey turned to talk to him, for a moment seeing a cold look of jealousy in Katharine's caring eyes as she stared at the attention Chris lavished on Natalya. That look of jealousy would find itself in Joey's deep green eyes moments later as she saw the tall bony figure of Claire Lancaster draped over Greg's arm. Claire, fortunately, was too wrapped up in herself (and Greg) to notice but Joey felt herself flush red again, this time with anger.

"Are you alright Joey?" Greg, of course noticed.

"Of course, she's fine," Claire re-assured him in her brash loud voice, "Arent you, Jo?" Joey hated to be called Jo, and Claire knew it.

"It's just the sun," Joey mumbled, "I think I'll go sit in the shade."

As she went over to sit with Katharine she felt annoyed by the whole situation, she didn't know what relaxed, calm Greg saw in loud Claire and that annoyed her. Normally she could take comfort in Robbie's continued devotion to her (although she was aware of the similarity between Greg's rejection of her and her attitude to Robbie) but he was obssessing over Natalya, and that annoyed her too. Natalya coming in and instantly drawing all the attention of River Falls' men where Joey had failed for far longer annoyed her as well and, looking at Katharine, Joey saw she wasn't alone in this feeling.

"Your American guys certainly are very pushy, Joey," Natalya said to her as Joey drove them back to her house after school, "I have been given five telephone numbers today," she laughed and waved the paper with the numbers on at Joey.

Joey laughed too, her anger and jealousy of earlier had gone by now, the enjoyment that she got from Natalya's company, although the Russian girl could still be a little superior, made up for the attention guys lavished on her.

"I think your new outfit was noticed too," Natalya continued, "Your Greg seemed to like it."

"Not as much as he liked Claire," Joey said, slightly sulky, not wanting to talk about it, but grateful to her friend for making the effort to care, "Are you going to use any of those numbers?" she said, trying to change the subject.

Natalya laughed again, "They are just silly little boys," she said, screwing up the piece of paper and dropping it out of the open car window.

Joey smiled for a moment, although Natalya seemed to enjoy the attention, she didn't really care about any of the guys, it seemed to Joey that Natalya considered Robbie on the same level as she did Brock. Joey thought that, although the Russian girl had accurately uncovered Joey's taste, she had no idea what kind of guys Natalya went for, except Luke the pool guy, but that wasn't mentioned for the rest of the week . . .

***

It was Saturday, and the weather continued in its unseasonal heat wave, if anything this Saturday was even hotter than the one before. Natalya had now been staying with Joey for a week and Joey now wondered how she had ever managed the dull evenings alone before Natalya. They had a lot of fun together, watching movies or just sitting and chatting. At school Natalya continued to laughingly enjoy the attentions of most of the guys, especially Robbie who followed her everywhere, which Natalya also just laughed about. She'd flirt a little with most of the guys but never anything more. Joey's parents were to return that evening from their latest business trip and Joey and Natalya enjoyed their last day of having the house to themselves by swimming in the Stiller's pool and afterwards lounging beside it, drying off and getting a tan, although Natalya's white skin, despite days in the sun, was just as pale as when she arrived.

Once again Natalya wore her sunglasses and Joey wondered for a moment if she ever took them off. Aside from this she wore nothing but a stylish black bikini which contrasted with her pale skin so that Joey had to admit she saw what all the guys in River Falls were attracted to in this exotic Russian.

They lay there in the sun, not speaking, for what seemed like hours. Joey could feel her skin burning up a little. Natalya was obviously thinking the same thing as she turned to look at Joey:

"Do you have any sun cream Joey?" she smiled, her teeth as perfectly white as her skin.

Joey walked over to the living room and found a half full tube of sun cream which she brought out into the garden. She squeezed the tube between her fingers and some of the thick, white lotion spurted out over her hands. Natalya turned her back to Joey and lifted her jet black hair to show her back and long neck. Walking over, Joey began to gently rub the white lotion across her friend's back, running her hands over the pale, unblemished, perfect skin of Natalya's shoulders. Natalya turned and smiled at her, taking the tube of sun cream from Joey she turned to face Joey's back. Gently she untied the bow that tied the back of Joey's pink bikini top to bare all of Joey's back. Joey gasped for a moment as the cold lotion made contact with her hot, sun kissed back, but then gave a sigh of appreciation over the gentle touch of Natalya as she slowly rubbed the lotion over Joey's back.

Joey felt almost as if the Russian girl was giving her an expensive massage such was the feel of Natalya's soft touch across her shoulders, Joey lost herself to her fantasies as Natalya's pale, well manicured hands brushed across her back. Joey licked her lips with the pleasure of her fantasies but was brought out of it with a start as Natalya said:

"There you are Joey, you're ok now."

Joey was about to lie back down in the sun when both girls heard the sound of the gate as Luke arrived again to clean the pool. Suddenly, Natalya grabbed Joey by the arm and dragged her quickly into the living room, shutting the big one-way glass doors. Some instinct inside her made Joey lock the doors as Natalya stood looking out at at Luke, once again sweaty and topless, come into the Stillers' yard.

As the two girls stood staring out the window, Joey saw Natalya's hand reach down and heard a sigh of pleasure which she assumed came from Natalya's mouth and only a realised after a few seconds that it came from her. Looking down, she was slightly surprised to see Natalya's right hand was not inside her own bikini bottoms, but Joey's. Joey opened her mouth, intending to say something questioning about this but all that came out was a moan of pleasure as Natalya inserted first one, then two of her perfect slender fingers into Joey's pussy which was already surprisingly dripping wet.

As Natalya expertly and skilfully stimulated Joey's pussy, Joey felt her own hand, almost independent of any will of Joey's, feel its way across the soft white skin of Natalya's midriff. Both girls' eyes were still glued to the sweaty, muscular form of the pool cleaner outside and Joey found her way across Natalya's body by feel. She felt her way beneath the elastic waistband of Natalya's bikini bottoms and slid her finger into the other girl's wet, lubricated pussy. Without thinking about the strangeness of the situation, Joey began to frig Natalya's pussy as if it were her own, whilst her own was equally well stimulated by the other girl, all the while both girls' attention was fully focused on Luke outside the one-way glass doors.

This time it was Joey who came first, the combined stimulation of her earlier fantasies, the sight of the hunky pool guy, and the stimulation of Natalya's skilled attention to her pussy was too much for her and, with another deep moan of pleasure, she felt her knees buckle beneath her and her orgasm spread through her body. As she felt her body racing towards its climax, Joey's own hand began to rub Natalya's clit with a greater, more forceful urgency and, sure enough, moments later Joey heard a gasp from Natalya as the Russian girl filled her panties and soaked Joey's fingers, which still lingered there, with her juices.

Finally, Joey removed her wet fingers from Natalya's soaking pussy and turned away from Luke to look at the Russian. Natalya smiled encouragingly at her. As Joey had reached her climax she had bitten her lip again in the ecstasy of the moment, and now a drop of dark red blood appeared on her bottom lip as it had a week earlier at the airport.

"Joey, you are bleeding, didn't I say you shouldn't be biting your lip like that?" Natalya said.

Natalya leant towards her and Joey thought she was going to wipe the speck of blood from Joey's lip. Instead, the Russian girl leant closer and, before Joey realised what she was doing, planted a brief kiss on her American host's lips. Before Joey had a chance to react at all, Natalya had turned and headed for the door.

"I am going to get dressed before your parents come home," she said, perfectly naturally as if she was just going to change out of her bikini after sunbathing.

With that Natalya left the room and Joey heard her feet running lightly up the stairs, leaving Joey to muse on what had just happened. Joey could still sense the feel of Natalya's soft lips as they pressed against hers for just a split second, as the Russian girl's hand brushed across Joey's shoulder and for that one enchanted moment their eyes met before Natalya turned to leave the room. The kiss had really shook Joey up, when Natalya had bought her the $120 top she'd kissed Natalya's cheek and the contact here was little more than that, yet Joey stood there contemplating the moment, dressed just in her bikini in the living room, fo some time. Joey licked her lips, as if to savour the taste Natalya had left on them, then she too slowly left the room and went to change into a more acceptable outfit for her parents' return.

Joey was suddenly desperate to talk to Natalya privately, to say something about the kiss, to ask what it was for, what it meant to Natalya. However, as soon as Joey felt this urgent desire to talk to her, it seemed impossible to find a moment's privacy with her Russian guest. For the last week they had spent hours alone together, but now, when Joey really felt she needed to talk to Natalya alone, they were suddenly denied that privacy. It was infuriating.

As it was, Natalya didn't emerge from her room until Joey's parents returned a little later. Joey, now changed into her denim cut-offs and a navy blue T-shirt, sat on the couch watching TV, her bare legs stretched out in front of her. She paid little attention to the images on screen as her mind was still racing. She didn't here the front door close and was startled to look up and see her parents come into the room. Richard and Karen Stiller were dressed respectably in almost matching grey business suits, they looked so right together that Joey couldn't imagine a time before they were a couple.

"Where's Natalya?" Her mother asked as soon as the perfunctory small talk about their trip had been pushed aside.

"Oh, she's just getting changed upstairs we, er, swam earlier."

With that the door swung open and Natalya herself entered the room. For the first time she was free of her favourite sunglasses and her jet black hair fell naturally to frame her snowy white face. She was dressed in an elegant and glamorous black velvet dress which was a total contrast to Joey's outfit. The dress' low-cut neckline not only showed off her cleavage but also her long, swan-like neck. She smiled nervously at Joey's parents and extended her hand to Joey's father.

"Joey has told me lots about you," Natalya told them in her attractive foreign accent.

"All good things, I hope," Joey's father laughed feebly at his own feeble joke.

Natalya's appearance was very serious for a moment, "Of course, she is a very generous person."

They all ate dinner together that evening. It was rare for Joey's mother to fit cooking into her busy schedule, however tonight she managed it and the results were excellent as, when she could be bothered, Karen Stiller was an excellent cook. Natalya, tonight the model of a charming and complimentary guest, was duly grateful and praising of the meal and seemed to enjoy being the centre of attention as Joey's parents plied her with questions about her family and St. Petersburg. Joey herself was unusually quiet at the meal, lingering slowly over the food as she still thought she could feel the imprint of Natalya's lips against hers. Natalya went to bed early that night so Joey continued to be unable to talk to her alone.

The next day, Joey's parents insisted on driving Natalya out to show her the surrounding countryside so Joey was still unable to find a moment alone with her Russian friend. The scenery around River Falls was, admittedly, very beautiful. The valley through which the river flowed was filled with all kinds of lush vegetation, but today Joey couldn't keep her mind on it. Instead, she kept trying to glance over at Natalya, to catch her eye, as if they could communicate wordlessly. But the Russian girl's attention was constantly drawn to something outside the window of Joey's father's Mercedes.

That evening, Natalya excused herself and went to bed early again, and Joey, not really in the mood for conversation with her parents, decided to follow soon after. That night she had one of the most vivid dreams she had had in a long time. It started out familiarly as she turned into the park by the river where Greg Grant stood waiting for her. Greg gave her his lopsided smile and she walked towards him, it was a dream she'd had before. But as she walked closer, Joey saw that it wasn't Greg that waited for her beneath a tree, but Natalya. The Russian girl was dressed in just the black bikini of the day before and she smiled her perfect white smile as Joey approached. As they stood alongside each other Natalya leant over to her and again, as she had the day before, brushed her lips against Joey's. But this time Joey caught Natalya's head in her hands and stopped her from pulling away again, locking the Russian's lips in a much longer kiss, she explored the inside of her friend's mouth with her tongue while their bodies pressed against each other.

Joey awoke with a start, hot and sweaty, and not just because of the continued heat outside. She was surprised to find her fingers inside her pussy, gently rubbing it as she had dreamt. And now she came to realise why Natalya's kiss of the day before had so played on her mind. She realised that what she thought had been an experience of voyeurism over Luke the pool cleaner hadn't been that at all, but rather she had been attracted to her glamorous Russian friend. For the first time Joey's conscious mind began to realise that she was really attracted to Natalya. She'd never felt sexually aroused by a woman before, but there was something about the Russian girl that made Joey long to take her in her arms and kiss her as passionately as she had in her dream.

***

Joey got up early on Monday and, for the first time in a long while, decided to really make an effort with her appearance to impress her Russian guest. She decided to wear the expensive pink top Natalya had bought her, the one that clung to her curves to show off her breasts, Natalya had complimented how she looked in it, so Joey figured that this was the top that would best impress her. Rifling through her wardrobe Joey managed, with some effort, to find herself another impulse buy that she never wore, a knee length denim skirt. It had been some years since Joey had stopped wearing skirts and started wearing jeans instead, but she felt this would be the right thing to impress Natalya. She also decided, for once, to wear a small amount of make-up and shiny pink lip gloss. Admiring herself in the mirror, Joey was pleased with the feminisation that this outfit gave to her normal tomboy appearance. To top it all off she lightly sprayed some of the expensive perfume from the airport across her neck.

As Natalya came down for breakfast Joey flashed her a smile and was pleased to see Natalya smile back. Joey's parents seemed to busy to notice the change in their daughter's appearance, in a way that was probably quite fortunate, Joey didn't know what they'd think if they knew the reason for it, but she was quite sure Natalya had noticed and wondered if she realised that it was all for her benefit. Finally, Joey thought, she would be able to have a minute to talk to Natalya alone as she drove the two of them to school.

Or so she thought. There was a ring of the doorbell as they were about to leave and Joey opened it to find Robbie standing on the doorstep. He'd obviously gone to a similar effort as she had with his appearance. The braces had been taken off his teeth and the thick glasses had been replaced with contacts, his black hair was properly washed and brushed and he even dressed better. Joey had to admit Robbie didn't look too bad once he'd cleaned himself up a bit.

"I was just in the neighbourhood and wondered if you'd mind giving me a lift to school," he said.

Joey looked at him a little sceptically, her house was miles from anywhere, there was no neighbourhood. Still she couldn't just abandon him, he was her friend after all, so she knew she had to give him a lift even if it prevented her from getting a moment alone with Natalya. Besides, she felt an odd bond with Robbie because of his desperation to make an impression on Natalya.

"You are both looking nice and dressed up today," Natalya said as she joined them in the car, making no further comment about Robbie's sudden appearance at the Stiller house, "You two show me up very badly."

They both blushed at this, although it clearly wasn't true. Natalya was dressed, as usual, with a stylish elegance far beyond Joey and Robbie.

At school, the first thing they saw when they entered the building was a loud argument between Greg and Claire which resulted in Claire storming off angrily. Natalya turned to Joey and smiled at her, obviously interpreting Joey's effort with her appearance as a result of her desire for Greg.

"It seems your Greg has not such a great relationship after all," she said encouragingly.

During their lunch break that day, Joey finally managed to shake off Robbie and have a moment to speak alone with Natalya. All day she had struggled to concentrate in any of her classes as her eyes and her mind were constantly drawn back to the girl sitting next to her, Joey's eyes were constantly drawn back to the perfect smooth lines of Natalya's long pale legs and however hard she tried not to keep looking at her friend, she kept finding her eyes pulled back with an even greater attraction. So, finally, after a day of waiting, Joey had a chance to unload her feelings to Natalya.

"Can I talk to you a minute?" she said.

But as soon as those words left her lips she saw Greg approach and wave to her and knew again that she would be kept from having her talk with Natalya.

"Can I talk to you a minute, Joey?" Greg said as he came over, using the exact same words that Joey had used to Natalya moments earlier.

Without waiting for an answer Greg took her arm and drew Joey into a corner while Natalya stood back at a respectful distance. While Greg spoke to her Joey didn't really listen, she kept looking back aross towards Natalya, the Russian girl continuing to hold her attention. She couldn't concentrate on anything Greg said, but his gestures obviously showed it was something important:

"So, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me this Thursday, to see a movie or something?"

Joey's attention snapped back to Greg in an instant, he was asking her out, she'd waited all year fot this moment, she bit her lip nervously. She realised in an instant that she may have waited so long for this but suddenly it wasn't what she wanted, she wanted Natalya, desperately, passionately wanted her, in a way she'd never wanted Greg. Joey glanced over to where Natalya was studiously examining her scarlet fingernails and trying to ignore Joey's conversation with Greg.

"I'm sorry Greg," Joey replied finally, "I'd really love to, but I'm kind of seeing someone at the moment."

Greg's face fell and for a moment Joey felt a pang of pity for him and felt about to reconsider her rejection until she looked back up at Natalya and realised that this was the way she wanted it.

Joey rejoined Natalya as her Russian friend was talking to Robbie, who'd found them again. Joey's moment alone with Natalya was gone and she felt for a moment annoyed, at Robbie and Greg for spoiling her moment alone with Natalya and at Greg for making her feel guilty. Robbie spent the rest of the day with them and came back home with Joey and Natalya, hanging out with them for a couple of hours until Joey's parents came home and then dashing off. It seemed fate was conspiring against Joey's desire to be alone with Natalya. The frustration of it all only served to deepen Joey's desire for the stylish Russian and her determination to win her over.

However, just when Joey thought fate really was conspiring against her and Natalya, Joey's parents accepted a sudden dinner party invitation at Claire's parents' house, telling the girls not to wait up and that they could be back quite late. Finally, Joey was given the opportunity she craved. And yet, as she and Natalya stood, alone and quiet, in the living room, hearing her dad's Mercedes leaving the driveway, Joey's mind went blank. She couldn't think of any of the things she had been wanting to say to her Russian friend over the last couple of days.

"What is the matter, Joey?" Natalya asked, obviously noticing that Joey looked a little put out, "You have seemed a little concerned recently. You wanted to tell me something today before Greg appeared, I think. You have some reason for rejecting Greg and this is what is worrying you, right?"

Joey nodded, Natalya was right to a certain extent, she did have a reason for rejecting Greg and that was bothering her, but still she couldn't work out what to say to her friend of the deeper feelings she was experiencing.

"It's not just that," Joey began, stuttering as she tried to find words to express what she felt, "There's something I wanted to talk to you about, something about me and you."

"Was it Joey?" Natalya said, smiling but looking a little concerned, "I hope I have done nothing to offend you."

Joey was standing in the centre of the room, looking at Natalya who stood directly in front of her, looking beyond her friend's luxuriant long eyelashes and into her dark eyes. Joey smiled back, "No, no, nothing like that. In fact what I wanted to tell you was . . ."

Finding no words at all to express what she felt and what she needed to say, Joey paused for a moment, looking into those deep eyes, before she took Natalya's head in her hands. Slowly, as in her dream, she bent towards Natalya, bringing the other girl's head towards hers until their lips met, Joey savoured the feel of Natalya's soft lips against hers as, to Joey's joy Natalya's lips opened to allow Joey's tongue in and be caressed by Natalya's own tongue. Joey ran her hands through her friend's shiny, smooth, black hair as she felt Natalya's hands across her shoulders, running down her back and over her spine. The other girl's touch and the soft kiss sent an electric thrill running through Joey's body as their breasts pressed together.

Finally they broke from their passionate embrace and Joey looked again into her friend's eyes and saw a tenderness and affection that filled her with a warm glow of pleasure. There was a smile on Natalya's beautiful red lips, none the less beautiful for the lipstick smeared across her cheek. Joey smiled back, aware of the smudging of her own lipstick.

"That's what I wanted to tell you," Joey smiled as she leant over to press her lips against Natalya's once more.

Breaking from the kiss once more, Natalya pulled her top over her head and let her skirt fall to the floor, exposing her full pale body to Joey, dressed just in stylish and sensual black lingerie. The sight of her friend's gorgeous body in just the skimpy underwear sent Joey wild. She practically leapt on top of Natalya, kissing not just her beautiful soft lips, but planting kisses all over her long, swan-like neck as her hands fumbled at the clasp of Natalya's bra, finally releasing it to let free her friend's pert, erect breasts. Joey's lips gradually moved down from Natalya's neck, planting further kisses down towards her breasts which, although not huge, were perfectly formed like the rest of her body. Natalya pushed Joey's head away from her chest, and Joey was disappointed for a moment until she saw Natalya's fingers inside the elastic waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her long, silky smooth legs until she stood naked before Joey. Her dark, black pubic hair was shaved short into the shape of a heart. For Joey, a girl who had never felt desire for another woman before, it was achingly enticing.

Joey could almost feel herself drooling at the sight of her Russian friend's perfect, pale body as she, almost violently in her lust for her friend, pushed Natalya to the floor and continued to explore with her lips every inch of the Russian's gorgeous body, planting sensual kisses across Natalya's firm, pert breasts, licking at the Russian girl's nipples in a way that made Natalya groan with deep sensual pleasure. As Joey continued to explore her friend's perfect body she felt a thrill of excitement she'd never known before in her life, a joy that she felt could never be equalled.

Her hands now ran across Natalya's breasts as her lips languished leisurely over Natalya's soft, smooth thighs, slowly working her way towards the hidden delights represented by Natalya's pussy. Joey paused for a moment, looking at Natalya's swollen pussy lips, she licked her lips as if to delay the moment of ecstasy just that little bit longer. Natalya looked down at her almost impatiently.

"Please Joey, I need you to relieve me,"

Smiling, Joey dived in, planting her lips against Natalya's pussy, she kissed it gently, which caused another moan of pleasure in her Russian friend, who was now playing with her own firm breasts as Joey occupied herself with Natalya's pussy. Joey began to lap with increased urgency at Natalya's pussy beore finally sucking hard on her friend's erect clitoris. Natalya's pussy was already dripping wet with her juices that Joey savoured on her tongue, and soon the attention Joey was paying to her pussy caused her whole body to convulse as she ejaculated, squirting her juices into Joey's mouth before collapsing, exhausted, on the floor.

Joey stood up and Natalya smiled up at her, getting up herself, her naked body looking even more perfect than before, her cunt still dripping with the products of her orgasm. Natalya leant over and kissed Joey on the lips, as they kissed Joey could feel Natalya's hand straying inside her top. Joey stood back and pulled the top over her head and unclasped her simple white bra. Her breasts were larger than Natalya's but neither so perfect nor so pert, Natalya still looked impressed as she knelt down and began to kiss Joey's breasts and across her toned midriff while she reached to unzip Joey's denim skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Joey knew her pussy was already soaking wet and crying out for relief from the experience so far so she quickly stripped out of her white panties. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she felt Natalya plant a kiss against her pussy.

Joey took Natalya by the shoulders and pushed her back onto the floor before mounting her, Joey's tanned legs astride Natalya's smooth white ones as she lay against her friend's perfect body and kissed her again on the lips, her breasts pressing into Natalya's. Joey felt between her legs and found Natalya's pussy with her hand and inserted two fingers into it slowly as she kissed her again. Natalya's face lit up with surprise and pleasure as she felt Joey insert her fingers into her cunt and Joey felt Natalya's hand seek out her pussy and soon she felt the Russian girl's fingers inside her as hers were inside Natalya. In time with each other, the two girls rubbed each other's pussies while Joey continued to kiss Natalya's beautiful face until, almost simultaneously, both girls felt their orgasms come on. Joey felt it was the greatest pleasure of her life thus far as her body tensed up for a moment, her pussy tightening around Natalya's fingers, before she let go and her body convulsed with the thrill of her orgasm. Joey let out a scream of joy that surprised even her as both girls continued to cum for some minutes, finally collapsing in an exhausted heap of naked flesh. For the first time in ages Joey felt content and happy in the arms of this beautiful naked Russian girl.

***

The next week Joey would always remember as going by so quickly in the joy she continued to experience not only in her Russian friend's company but also in her gorgeously perfect body. By now the news of her rejection of Greg Grant was all around the school and nobody could fail to notice Joey's more feminine look and how she appeared to be floating on a cloud of happiness. This naturally led to some speculation that she was having some secret relationship, but nobody came close to the truth.

"It's Robbie isn't it?" Claire said one day, she wasn't the first to suggest this as Robbie's "new look" was as obviously apparent as Joey's.

Joey looked at Natalya who was standing next to her and made eye contact, the two girls shared a secret smile that nobody else seemed to notice.

"Maybe," Joey's green eyes sparkled, she thought it best to encourage this speculation about Robbie so nobody would suspect anything about Natalya, "Do you really think I'd tell you anyway, in five minutes it would be all over the school."

With that Claire left, fairly satisfied that she'd managed to get some admittance from Joey that she was having a secret relationship with Robbie Biaggi. Of course Robbie's bewildered denials of something that, at least a week earlier he'd have been delighted to think of did nothing to discourage this opinion. Everybody knew that Robbie had a crush on Joey and that Joey had a new guy, it wasn't difficult to work it out. Amidst all this speculation, Joey was able to carry on with her new relationship with Natalya, telling Robbie he should probably keep his distance at school to get rid of the rumours about the two of them.

All week, Joey sneaked moments alone with Natalya whenever she could. This was almost as difficult now as it had been a couple of days earlier, Joey's parents going out on Monday evening was a one off event and for the rest of the week they insisted on spending evenings at home and having meals together. As a result of this, and Robbie's continued insistence on riding to and from school with them, Joey's relationship over that week she was so happy was based on stolen glances, her hand on Natalya's smooth thigh beneath the desk while nobody was watching, the quick kiss in a hidden space behind the lockers when they managed to dodge the others for a while.

On Friday she and Natalya cut class for the last lesson of the day, quite a rare occassion for the studious and hard working Joey, but she desperately needed more time with Natalya before she left the following day. Giggling like little girls, Joey took Natalya's hand and led her into the toilets and into the farthest stall from the door. Joey pushed the door shut and slid the lock into place as she pushed Natalya back against the door and wrapped her arms around her friend, placing a passionate kiss on Natalya's lips that she had been desperately waiting to give all week. Natalya, pressed against the door of the toilet stall, smiled back at Joey and Joey pulled Natalya's dark red top over her head. Joey was just unclasping Natalya's black lace bra when they heard the door open to the toilets and the footsteps of two girls coming in. Joey and Natalya pressed back against the back wall, holding their breath and hoping not to be discovered. In the moment of tension Joey could feel her arms tightly, and protectively, clasped around Natalya, pressing the Russian girl against her body as close as she could.

"Why are we cutting class, you know we could get in trouble for this," it was Katharine Taylor's quiet, faraway voice.

"Joey Stiller's cutting too, I saw her and her Russian going the other way from their English class," came Claire Lancaster's loud reply, Joey let out a little gasp to know Claire was looking for her and Natalya put a finger to her lips to tell Joey to keep quiet, "Now's our chance to find out about her mystery new boyfriend, don't you want to know that, it could be Chris."

Finally, after what seemed like an age pressed against the wall, and each other, Joey and Natalya heard Claire and Katharine leave to look for them. After a couple of minutes of silence, Joey relaxed and let out a loud sigh of relief at avoiding being discovered. Releasing Natalya from her tight embrace, Joey sat herself down on the toilet. Natalya, her jet black hair a little dishevelled from being pressed so close to Joey, got down on her knees, her pert breasts now freed from her bra.

Joey unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her panties down to reveal to Natalya her pussy and a bush of brown pubic hair into which Natalya buried her face while Joey spread her legs wide to let her in. This moment was nothing like as intimate or romantic as it had been on Monday, the tiny, dirty toilet cubicle was hardly the most romantic setting for it. Nevertheless Joey felt again the electric thrill of pleasure run through her whole body as Natalya's soft and gentle lips brushed across her pussy. Joey tried to cry out quieter than before as her orgasm shook through her body so as not to attract any attention, however, as the moment of ecstasy hit her, she couldn't hold back and her whole being seemed shook up by the intense pleasure of it.

Joey quickly pulled her panties and skirt back on while Natalya re-confined her breasts to her bra and top and the two girls cautiously left the stall to check on their appearance in the toilet's mirrors. Quickly re-applying smudged lipstick and brushing dishevelled hair, the girls crept from the toilets, not wishing to draw attention to themselves, so they could avoid Claire and Katharine and so there was no speculation about what they'd been doing together. They successfully managed to slip out of school unnoticed and a few minutes later, when Claire and Katharine found them, they were lying on the grass in the park by the river, soaking up the continued unseasonal sun and warmth.

***

Joey was not surprised the next morning when Robbie arrived to accompany her and Natalya to San Diego airport to see Natalya off. Joey felt a momentary annoyance that she would not be able to enjoy the two hour journey with just Natalya, however she realised that she couldn't exactly do a lot while driving. Besides, Joey thought, if circumstances had been different and Robbie had been the one who had won Natalya's affections and she'd been the one quietly pining after her then she'd want one last chance to say goodbye.

The unseasonal heat wave that had existed over the past two weeks ended as abruptly as it had begun that morning. The weather was now far more appropriate for October. It was not too cold, the sky was still bright although mostly grey rather than the brilliant blue of the day before, yet there was a chilling breeze. Both Robbie and Joey were dressed in jeans and sweatshirts as they helped load Natalya's snakeskin suitcases into the trunk of Joey's Ford. Natalya too was dressed with less bare skin than the weeks before, her sunglasses were no longer perched on her head, she was dressed in black leather pants and a dark red top with a black leather jacket that she wrapped around herself to ward off the breeze as she emerged from the house having said goodbye to Joey's parents.

The drive went by far quicker with Natalya and Robbie's company than it had two weeks earlier when Joey had nervously driven out to San Diego airport to pick up the strange new Russian exchange student who would be staying in her house for two weeks. Inside the car with the windows up and wrapped up warmer, they could still feel as if the heat wave continued and they kept each other amused with chat, jokes and laughter, although inside Joey felt sorry that this would be the last time she would share a joke with Natalya. As they left River Falls, past the park by the river where there were no longer any guys throwing a football or a frisbee, Joey could sense in her friend a feeling of regret at leaving this little Californian town.

At the airport there was little to do except sit around waiting for the departure of the flight to St. Petersburg to be announced. Joey and Natalya and Robbie went around a couple of the airport shops but Joey could feel her heart wasn't really into shopping and for once it couldn't lift her spirits. It felt odd and wrong to Joey that her week of such fun and happiness should be ending on a note of such emptiness, but that was how she felt as she stood beside Natalya while Robbie walked off to check the departures board. They heard Natalya's flight announced and the Russian girl turned to go.

There was no sign of Robbie at that moment and so Natalya placed a hand on Joey's arm, leant over and planted a soft kiss on Joey's lips. It reminded Joey of the kiss that they'd shared a week earlier, staring out at the pool in the sun, their lips connected and Natalya's tongue brushed against Joey's for a moment as their bodies and breasts pressed together. For a moment Joey could feel herself and Natalya joined, united forever in their kiss. Natalya turned and broke the spell, she waved and walked off towards her flight gate out of Joey's life without turning back. For a week they had shared an exquisite and secret pleasure, and now Joey felt a part of herself had departed on that flight to St. Petersburg.

She fought back a tear she could feel growing in her eye and turned to see Robbie at her elbow. He too looked a little distressed, but Joey knew he couldn't truly comprehend how she felt at that moment. Still, as he took her by the arm and smiled re-assuringly at her, Joey felt comforted by his presence as they walked back to her car, she was grateful for him coming with them now, she didn't want to face the journey back alone.

"Come on," she smiled at Robbie as he smiled back, "Let's go home. . ."

THE END