knew something was up. "Whatever."

I put on my best smile and walked out the bathroom into the office. I wanted a job in the newspaper for the advice column. I sat down in a chair. "Hey." I heard someone say. I looked up. There was the hottest girl ever. She had tight, low jeans, a baby blue tee shirt that showed her naval pierced stomach, and long blonde hair. I stared at her. Absorbing her tan body. "You like?" She asked. She was about 25, and sexy as hell. I nodded and not knowing what I was thinking, I grabbed one. I massaged it through her shirt and rubbed her nipples with my thumb.

 She took my hand and guided me on my feet. She smiled. I looked outside, through the window. She walked away. I heard doors being locked and she closed the blinds on the window. She placed me on her desk, knocking over things. Her hand slowly creeped up my skirt and she moved my underwear out of the way and made circling motions on my clit. I couldn't help let out a moan. Her fingers went all around my pussy as I grew wetter. She suddenly put her finger in my cunt, then to my clit, back and forth. It felt so good. She stopped for a minute. She slowly pulled her shirt off, she was surprisingly wearing no bra. She had full, round, golden breasts with honey nipples. They were erect, as were mine when I placed my hand on them. She slipped out of her jeans and I saw more of her hot thighs. She came to me. Unzipping my skirt slowly, teasing me. "You are so fucking sexy. For a 16 year old, you'll be a slut in no time." I undressed myself from then on. I went to her and leaned towards her. Our breasts colliding, as I kissed her. Her warm tounge in my mouth, swirling around. Swapping warm mouth juices. I went back and started to slowly finger myself on the floor. She bent down and I knew what she would do. "Suck me! Fuck me!" I yelled out of lust. Those must have been words of encouragement, because she slowly licked my clit. Then more rapidly. I could feel the hotness feeling grow inside of me. She then stuck her tounge in my pussy. Deeper, moving around. I moaned. "Dont stop." I said. She didn't. I tried to finger my clit, but she moved my hand and did it for me. I was almost at a orgasm when she stopped. I looked at her. She went in her drawer, and pulled out a double ended didlo! I had never used one before. She went over to me and stuck it in me, and her. It started vibrating. We started to pump. It hit the insides of me. It was so full. Fullness was amazing. I reached my hand and started to finger her. She moaned loudly. Pumping inside and out, she started to finger me! I kissed her, our tounges thrashing in and out of our mouths, she grabbed my breast and i did the same. I screamed, exploding of a orgasm, she started to yell too. We collapsed on the floor, my sweet pussy juices dripping wet onto the floor. This was better then anything. "You got the job." I walked out knowing every day would be an experience.

e same trip thousands of times, Terri kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Chanel No. 5 starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly, and only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the woman in the eyes, she could see that she was in some sort of discomfort. "Are you all right," asked Terri? The woman just nodded her head and gulped down a breath of air. For the next several stops Terri watched to see that the lady was going to be okay as her cheeks now flushed a bright red! Terri felt the woman grinding herself into her and while trying to hide her short gasps of air, Terri couldn't believe it, but she thought that the woman looked to be having an orgasm right on the train! She became more convinced when the woman's body suddenly went limp and her breathing returned to normal, after which she gave Terri a weak smile and then looked away.

 Terri was about to forget it the whole incidnt when she felt the unmistakable feeling of a hand sliding up the inside of her thigh up under her skirt! "My God," she thought, "this is what happened to her fellow passenger!!!" Frantically looking around she couldn't see anyone looking out of the ordinary. She looked to see if the business man pressed against her could be the culprit, but he was reading the newspaper in one hand and holding on to the over head bar with the other. "Can't be him," she thought as the hand had worked it's way farther up her thigh until she could feel fingers softly brushing against the front of her panties!!! Should she scream? She was sure that if she did, the hand would be gone and she would surely look like a fool!!! Now the fingers had worked their way past the elastic on the leg openings and now were moving up and down her slit. "Shit," she thought, "I can't help it, I'm getting wet!!!" Now her own breaths came more shallowly, while as the car swayed too and fro it only heightened her arousal! Chanel No. 5 now looked her in the eye and in a second knew what was happening to Terri. The woman mouthed the words, "It's good, isn't it," while Terri smiled back weakly and barely nodded her head in the affirmative. Now the fingers had totally invaded her vagina and she now no longer cared about anything except having her orgasm! "My clit, please hit my clit," she pleaded to herself until finally a finger found her hard nub and began to rub it in earnest! Now Terri was the one pushing up against the other woman, only this time, however, the woman pushed back just enough to help Terri keep her balance, in fact their breasts were now squished together and Terri slowly ground hers into the other lady's making her hotter the ever!

Terri was now on automatic pilot, and all she could think about was that finger on her clit! She moved her hips trying to get the finger to move faster, but as if to admonish her to be still, it stopped rubbing it all together for a few seconds. Terri didn't move a muscle and sure enough the steady, if slow masturbation continued until just when she thought she would make it, a slight increase in pressure and pace tipped the scales and Terri felt a shuddering orgasm flood her helpless pussy! Barely able to stand up, Terri slowly began to regain her composure until the next thing she knew the hand was gone and the conductor was yelling out her stop. On slightly wobbly legs Terri exited the train and headed off to work, while appearing at her side was Canel No. 5. who after falling into step next to Terri she opined, "A very interesting el ride today!" "Yes," answered Terri, "very interesting!!!" Both women smiled at each other and then each disappeared into the morning rush hour crowd, both a little more satisfied than the other commuters on their way to work!

, gray-eyed woman two years' Devin's junior. Her coal-black hair is always worn in large, spiral curls that always seem to be perfection itself.

I, myself, am a very sexually-enlightened mature gal of thirty-six. My looks never seemed to fade, as I was adamant about taking care of myself at an early age. They are both taller than me by about two inches (I am a tiny woman), and my slender body always ached to be touched and handled. Breasts that are firm and perky--and of adequate size--are mounted high on my chest. My eyes are small pools of emerald, and my hair is thin and red, spilling down my back like the lava from an extremely hot volcano.

Anyway, now that the introductions are over, I'll tell you about my first day.

After hearing about this firm from a friend, and needing a new secretary job (I have been a professional one since I was eighteen), I decided to check it out. I was dressed to make mouths drool, and organs leak cream. I had my hair done up in that classy look, and my make-up was soft, but at the same time, alluring. The business jacket and skirt I donned were of a deep blue shade, with very thin vertical stripes. Under my jacket I wore a black, button-down shirt, and the collars folded over the collars of the blazer. The skirt came to right above my knee--about four inches--and I had on a pair of silk nylon thigh-highs. Strappy high-heels adorned my delicate feet. I was ready.

I strolled in with my briefcase in hand around eight-thirty in the morning. The office was air-conditioned (thank God!), and had the usual smells I was used to: ink, paper, metal, and that wonderful potpourri of many womanly scents combined.

I noticed the young girl sitting at the reception desk. She was no older than, say, nineteen or twenty, and she was beautiful. Her smile beamed at me as I approached.

"Hi, my name is Trisha Valun, and I'm supposed to start today. Can you help me find my way around?" I returned her smile, and checked out her legs as she stood from her desk.

She reached out a hand, and said in a friendly voice: "Hi. My name's Carrie, and I would love to. We're still a small firm, yet, so it won't take long. Follow me."

No problem there,

We walked down the aisle toward the rear, right-side of the office. She pointed to a comfy little cubicle just outside the windowless office of the bosses. It had all the basic components of a secretarial cubicle, so I won't bore with the details. She pulled the chair out for me--which I thought was overly nice, but sweet. I sat, and asked her when I should expect instructions from one of the bosses.

She grinned down at me; it seemed like she was chewing on me with her blue eyes, and I felt my pussy getting heated. She leaned forward, placing the palms of her hands on the desk--giving me a view of her mounds of cleavage--and said, "Don't worry, Ms. Valun. They'll be out for you shortly. I think you're gonna love working here; I know I do." She winked at me, twirled so her skirt rode high, revealing the stocking-tops and straps that connected them to her garter belt, and walked off.

What in the world is goin' on here?

I took this time to look around, scanning the office to see all the other people that worked here. Being a lover of pornography, I recognized some of the women and men as former stars. This was incredible! I knew this was the place for me. Quite a few of them I had actually fingered myself to, watching as they chugged cock, ate pussy, or just plain fucked in both the asshole and cunt.

I felt the sudden urge to go to the bathroom for a quick masturbation session, when the door to the bosses' office opened up. Out walked Devin, platinum hair glimmering, with a full-lipped, red-painted smile. She beckoned me in with a French-manicured finger gesture.

Rising, I grabbed my briefcase off the desk, and followed her into their office.

She was dressed in a white business skirt and blazer like me--except for the color. She was also wearing stockings or pantyhose that were as white as winter snow. Covering her feet, all the way up to her knees, were cotton-shaded leather, spike-heeled boots. Her ass looked glorious as I shut the door behind me.

Their office was very spacious. A large, rectangle table was set in the center. At the left and right sides were their desks, facing each other. Couches lined the other walls. The most interesting objects in the room, though, were hanging on the walls. Almost every single sexual toy and device that existed were displayed on them.

I was really taken aback by all this, when Devin sat down on the table in front of me next to Devine, crossing her legs slowly, said, "Do you like what you see of our business so far?"

I stole a glance at the two sets of lengthy legs before me, and responded: "You bet I do, Ms. Devin. You have a very interesting office here."

"Just Devin, please, Trisha. Now, do you know why we hired you?"

"Of course. I am to be your secretary. And yours, as well," I nodded to Devine, who looked scrumptious in her very tight-fitting and extremely short spandex shorts. Her legs were glistening with sweat, like she just got through running or something. Her sports-bra was stretched taught across her huge tits; her nipples were trying to pierce the thin fabric. Her feet were covered with athletic sneakers.

"Well, yes, that." Devin grinned at her partner. "But there are other reasons why we chose you to work here. For legal reasons, though, we'll need you to to sign this waver before we discuss any of that. I assure you, I think you'll like what we have to say."

She produced a paper from behind her, and handed it to me. I read through it. All that it said was that, if I didn't like what was being asked of me, I couldn't tell anyone what we had discussed in here; that it was confidential. If I did like it, then it wouldn't matter what I said, as long as it was in friendly conversation. Not anything that would be considered negative to the firm. I agreed, and signed it.

After Devine placed the paper inside a briefcase, she started talking. "Well, first of all. Let me say that right now, you are just a secretary. And, after we proposition you, if you do not agree, you can remain so without having to feel like you might be fired or something. So don't worry." She paused, trailing her gaze from my feet, all the way up to my face. "You are an extremely sexy and beautiful woman. We have another position in mind for you if you would like to hear about it? One that would almost triple your salary--plus many other perks that I think you would find interesting. Would you like to hear about it, Trisha?"

"Yes I would, Deivine. It sounds very interesting, indeed." I thought I knew where this was heading, and moisture bubbled out into my panties from my juicy cunt.

"Devin?"

Devin took over the proposal. "We have a special kind of firm here, Trisha. At times, when we have meetings with men and women who want to settle certain cases, we offer them males or females for sexual encounters. And we're always on the lookout for new--skin, you might say." She laughed, and it was musical. "But we need special women. Women who are into it all: blowjobs, swallowing cum, anal sex, sex with another girl, orgies, even some fetishes. As you have probably noticed already, one of the major fetishes that a lot of our clients love, is the nylon fetish. And I am so happy to see that you love to wear them, too. That's a bonus." She uncrossed her legs, allowing me a peek up her slitted skirt to the area where her panties were shrouding her twat. I peeked, and she smiled wide. After crossing them the other way, she continued. "I see you also like other women. Of course, we would love to have sex with you first, if you would want that? Do you want to lick and suck with me and Devine?"

Nipples stiffened; cunt pulsed; and panties soaked, as I nodded--almost hypnotically--yes.

"Now, before we go on, we would like to know: Do you want this new job, or no?" She stood up from the table, along with Devine. I noticed that Devine had a prominent camel toe between her thighs; it looked delicious.

"If I didn't accept this job, I would have to get my fuckin' head checked! Of course I accept; I'm into all of that stuff you mentioned. My experience with girl-on-girl sex is limited, though. I was only with one other woman before, so...."

"Oh, don't worry about that, shugah. We're excellent teachers. Now here's your contract. Look it over, and sign all the forms."

I did, and it took ten minutes. Handing it back, I inquired, "So, what next?"

"Next," Devine spoke up, "we have to inspect your sexual areas, just to see if you take care of yourself. And, of course, 'cause we're horny" All three of us laughed at that. "We'll sit right here in the chairs, and you get that sweet ass up on the desk."

"Okay," I said, as I dropped my briefcase to the floor. The women sat down in two leather chairs, facing the huge table. I climbed on top of it, crawling on all-fours towards them. "Now what?"

"Stand up, and show us your big titties, Trisha. Let's see how they look without that blazer, shirt, then bra on." Devine placed her hand on the mound of spandex that was covering the dark-haired woman's snatch. She squeezed, and Devine let out a little moan.

I stood, rising from the table like a cobra out of its basket. Starting from the top, I unfastened button after button, exposing the shirt underneath. I let the jacket slide off my arms, landing in a cloth-puddle behind me.

"Those are quite lovely inside that shirt, Trisha. Your nipples are very striking; that's another bonus. Now--off with the shirt," Devine ordered.

Once again beginning at the top, I slowly undid all the buttons. The smooth, white skin of my flat stomach and black bra exposed themselves to the sexy women below me. I felt like I was a stripper in some club, dancing for these women.

Devine slipped a hand under Devin's skirt; her legs were parted as far as the skirt would allow, and the dreamy facade of her face told me that she was really enjoying herself.

"You have a perfect tummy; very lickable. Now the bra, hun. Show off those tits for us," Devin said, her voice low from the obvious pleasure her friend was giving her. "Finger my cunt harder, D; I want our new friend to enjoy the show." She slid her skirt up, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh-highs, and pantied pussy, where Devine's fingers were playing a concerto over her fleshy folds. I spotted not a single hair anywhere on that puss, as I undid the clasp on the front of my bra. Watching these two lovely ladies getting off in front of me was making my twat expell drop after slippery drop of juice, drenching my black panties profusely.

I needed to taste them both, and soon. Pulling the bra apart, my tits were finally showing themselves to my new bosses. The air-conditioning (along with my own horniness) stiffened my nips incredibly. I saw both girls lick their lips at the same time.

Devine said, "Those are glorious tits, Trish. Perfect size for lickin', suckin', and fuckin'. Can you bring them down here so we can have a taste?"

"Yes I can. I was hoping you would ask me that." I got down like a dog again, and crept towards them; my large breasts swinging seductively under me.

When I reached the end of the table, I leaned forward as far as I could go. Both women bent to my chest, each grabbing a handful of tit. They caressed, squeezed, and pinched, making my cunt turn into a fire pit of passion and longing. First, they indulged in a sloppy, loving kiss; I watched as their tongues swiped all around the other's lips. After tonguing each other's mouths, they turned their attention to my tits again. Each one pulled a heavy breast to their warm mouths, kissing softly all around the sensitive area. I couldn't believe that I had not one--but two --beautiful women suckling on my tits like they were starving for them. I noticed that Devine was the more aggressive one, as she nibbled and bit hard on my nipple; it sent shivers and tingles through my body like a million tiny fingers were running all over me. I panted, feeling an orgasm nearing.

The sucking and slurping sounds that filled the office were incredible. Their wet, warm mouths, chewing on my fun-bags, was...well...devine! Trails of spit were spilling down my breasts, landing on the wooden table in droplets the size of dimes.

Devin and Devine gave each tit one last suck, and let them go gently. Each one bounced a little, as I stated, "That was the greatest sexual experience in my life; a few more minutes and I would have creamed my panties!"

Devine went back to frigging her friend's clit, and responded, "Oh, don't worry. You will have many orgasms today, I assure you. Now, let's say we see what you have hiding down there, Trisha? I can't wait any longer."

I bobbed my head up and down, feeling like I was the submissive here. Which I was, and I was adoring it.

I stood again with shaking legs, trying to control my pulsing pussy. I brought my legs together, and began unzipping the side of my skirt. Both pairs of eyes were lingering on the part of my body where my cunt was kept.

"I hope you don't have a lot of hair down there, Trish? Or else we're gonna have to get rid of it."

I just smiled as the zipper was all the way down. Slipping the skirt over my hips, I swayed my ass back and forth for the ladies. I turned my back on them, bending over at the waist as I shimmied the skirt over my tight ass. My thong was firmly stuck in between my ass cheeks, and I know they could see the plumpness of my cunt. I stepped out of it, leaving it with the rest of my clothing.

I turned back to them. Devin whispered, "That was extremely hot, Trisha. I love the way your putty looks all confined under your panties." Devine had three fingers inserted into her partner's vaginal hole, and Devin was having trouble speaking. "You wear your undergarments very well. Now for the final move. Strip them panties down, and let's see that twat."

And so I did. Hooking my thumbs under the thin band, I pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, as well, and stood back up. The coolness of the room muffled the growing heat emanating from my wet cunt. I placed my hands on my hips, and asked, "You like?"

"I see I didn't have any reason to worry about hair; you're as bald as me!" Devin said. "Now, lay down and spread for us, dear. We need to see that pussy close up and in our faces."

I clicked my heels over to the edge of the table; with every step, I could feel the silky nylon rubbing against my outer vulva as my stockings were pulled up high. I got down on my back, edging my ass towards them. After spreading my legs with my knees up, I said: "Inspect away, ladies. I think you'll find everything up to code." I giggled. Life couldn't get any better than this, I thought then.

Devin and Devine leaned in, each gripping a nylon-covered calf. I watched them as they were only under a foot away from my mound. They inhaled deeply.

"You smell exquisite, my dear. Just perfect," the blonde-haired seductress breathed. "Your vulva is puffy; your lips are thick and long; and your clit is very prominant. This definitely has to be one of the most beautiful and amazing twats I have ever seen. You are most certainly hired, Trish. How could I say no to a pussy that has beads of cum dribbling out of it?"

She wet her lips with her tongue again, and looked to her partner. "I think that she just got a raise because of this cunt, don't you?"

"Yes. I. Do. I can't wait any longer; I need to bury my face in that snatch before I lose my fucking mind!" Devine was getting edgy; I think I saw her actually drool after she said that.

"Trish, honey. Would you like it if Devine and I ate your cunt while you ate mine? I think that would be wonderful."

"I would love to do that. But how are we going to?" I inquired; I was a new to the lesbian game, and, plus, my mind was reeling from all that was transpiring.

"You'll see," Devin said, as she crawled onto the table. She stood above my head so I could see up her skirt. She removed it first, then her panties. I finally got to see all of her mons: completely bare, and she had, what I always thought of as, an "inney". Which means is that she just had a slit; her outer area was puffy like mine, but she didn't have any lips flopping around. Actually, her pussy looked almost identical to Pam Anderson's. I wanted to suck on some lips, but these kinds of cunts were beautiful, also.

I felt Devine breathing on my exposed clitoris and labia; I was drooling from my hole again. I felt it slip down into the cleft of my asscheeks, and I guess she couldn't take it anymore. She dove right in, and I almost screamed at the pleasure she was giving to me. Her nose was drilling my clit, as her tongue snaked inside of my tight vagina. She was alternating from tongue-fucking me, to chewing on my cunt with a wildness that I have never experienced before.

I just chanting "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over as she delved into my pretty pussy, smearing my fluids all over her face. She widened my twat with both hands so she could have more oral access to my insides.

As Devin was slowly shaking her ass, and lowering her lipless cunt down onto me, I had a my first orgasm with my new bosses. It was a quick one--one that was building deep within all day long. I moaned and groaned as my legs shook from the power of this woman eating me and sucking me. My juicyness pumped out of my hot hole, soaking Devine's face.

"Oh, Devine. Keep lickin', baby. Suck all my cum outta me! Unnnnnngh!"

The last thing I saw before my mouth was engulfed by Devin's snatch, was Devine's eyes--dreamy and glossy--staring right into mine as she continued lapping at my cunt-flesh.

The odor pouring out of this beautiful pussy drove my brain crazy! She smelled so fucking sweet, and I saw dribbles of her own semen along her crack. I let my tongue slip out, and worm around her plumpy vulva. She was squatting, so I reached under and spread her cunt as wide as I could.

"Trish, eat that cunt; I have a surprise for you, baby," Devine informed me. I saw from under the pussy above me that she licked my juice off of her lips, and then she disappeared out of sight.

Devin just drove her twat into my hungry mouth, letting me delve deeper and deeper into her inner-lovliness. Then she said, "Mmmmm, honey, you sure know how to eat a taco. Here comes Devine with her 'surprise'. Are you ready, Trisha?"

"Mm-hmmmmm!,"

"Tongue-fuck my ass, Trish! Oh shit, that's it! Slip that fucking tongue in as far as it'll go, then drive four fingers in my slick slit!" Devin was now swirling her hips around, covering my face with her female slime.

As I was head-banging, piercing her ass with my long tongue, I felt Devine spit on my snatch. She licked it a few times, then she asked me, also: "Are you ready for your surprise, darling?"

"Please, yes! Do whatever you want to me; I'm your fuck-slut!" I don't know what came over me, but I was being driven insane by female/female/female lust. I knew my next orgasm would be humungous! I plugged Devin's delectable canal with four long fingers; spurts of off-white cream dripped out and around the edges as I hammered away at her twat.

Her ass was still shaking and grinding into my fingers, when she said: "Now, get that thumb in me; fist me now, bitch! Do it while I devour your cunt!"

I squeezed my thumb into her, forcing half my hand inside the slippery pussy. She was almost screaming, as she bent forward into a sixty-nine. She bit softly on my clit, while spreading my fat lips apart, preparing me.

I felt a warm hardness on my outer-cunt. I couldn't really see what it was, because I was so far in back of Devin so I could fist her fleshy, juicy mineshaft. But I knew it had to be a dildo or vibrator of some sort--I was very familiar with such things.

"Here comes some fake cock for ya, our darling slut," Devine said, as I felt--what had to be--the biggest plastic cock-head I have ever experienced pop into my pussy. I screeched as it was widening me more and more. She let just the head in so I could get used to the fatness of it.

I buried my face into Devin's asshole as I watched my entire fist go inside her twat down to my wrist. This was fucking astounding!

While Devin was still suckling my clit, I felt the rocking motion of Devine--it was definitely a strap-on. Inch after obese inch of the toy snaked its way into my cunny; tears of pleasure and pain broke out of my eyes as I was being filled with more than I have ever thought imaginable. I dug my nails into Devin's stockings so fiercly, I ripped small holes in them. But the silkyness still felt wonderful--as did the large-ass plastic prick burrowing into me.

"Look at how her pussy's all stretched, Devin! That's amazing. Remember that last bitch we brought in here? She cried like a baby, and took off as soon as I slipped this mammoth in her!" She laughed as she started fucking away furiously; I felt the entire length, and the tip was pounding away at my cervix. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

"Yeah, I remember," Devin said, letting a puffy lip slip from her mouth. "This bitch is ours forever; she's going to be an incredible ass-et to us for a long time to come. Right, Trisha-baby?"

"Yes, sweetheart, YES! I'm your whore, Devine's whore--hell, this whole firm's whore! Now fuck me so I can cum all over Devin's mouth! Fuck me! Fill me up with that gigantic cock." I slammed my fist into that sweet snatch over and over, trying to make Devin cream my face. I shoved my ass into the onslaught I was receiving, therefore bringing my mouth right next to the pussy I was devastating with my hand.

Devin was shaking and girating, her orgasm nearing, as she breathed, "I'm sure you'd like to know just how big the strap-on prick is that's tearing your pussy apart, Trish, so I'll tell you. The fatness your cunt's taking is the width of a fucking beer can, and it's entire length is ten inches. Your being stuffed with one of our most favorite toys, and, by the looks of your reddened twat, and the cum leaking out--you're loving every glorious inch of it." She went back to chewing on my clit.

"I am...I am...Just don't stop! I'll be soaking that cock with my cum.... Oh, very, very soooooooon! That's it, Devine. That's it! Slam me, baby. Tear me up like the slut I am!" I was now punching my hand into Devin with a ferocity I never before would have thought of; her pussy was red, as well. I felt her body quiver--it was time.

"I'm gonna cum, Trish! You sweet darling, you're goin' to make your boss cum right in your mouth! Here it is, slut; drink it all down..." I yanked my hand out as I felt the force of so much female jizm erupt from her hole. It cascaded down and covered my entire face. Slurping it all up, I opened my mouth wide to accomodate all of her juice.

She was panting hard, her breathing heavy, as she slowly layed her head down on my pubis, lightly licking away at my twat. "Cum for us, baby. Cum for us. I want us all to divulge in your sweet juices," Devin whispered to my pussy.

My body rocked on the table as I was being plastered with that fat faux dick. I bit down on Devin's twat when I felt the sensational tinglings fire through me like kriton switches on a nuclear bomb. They started in my brain, sending pulses throughout the rest of my enormously-fucked body. My legs started shaking, and I clenched them...then opened them...clench...open...over and over.

Devine was obviously staring at my pussy, when she yelled, "I can't believe it! I can see her twat spasming! Look, Devin!"

"It's gorgeous, girls. Very. Now cum, sweet-ass. Cum for your bosses."

With the frigging and pinching of my clit by Devin, and the pounding from Devine, I blew. I dug my nails into Devin's ass as I felt my pussy fire load after load of juicy, creamy, delicious woman-cum. Devin started lapping it right up like a cat with its milk, and Devin finally reached her orgasm, as well. I covered the plastic cock with all of my warm, wetness. I found out afterwards that Devine was using one of those strap-ons that had another dong attached to it so the person using it could have their pussy filled at the same time. She screamed as I did, and we both came like never before.

Devin crawled off of my face--I stole a couple more licks of that dribbling cunt first. She layed down on the table next to me; Devine, finally drawing that long, plastic sword out of my cunt-sheath, joined me on my left. All of us had our knees up, letting the coolness of the room abate the enormous heat from our holes. I stared down in disbelief at the huge cock that was standing straight up on Devine.

"That fucking thing was in me? Holy shit!" I couldn't fathom that my pussy opened up for such a large object. Although, I did have the greatest orgasm of my life.

"We need your holes to be ready for anything, darlin'," Devin informed me. "Some of our clients are hung like horses, and they love stretching asses and twats with their massive meat. But, don't worry your sexy little pussy and asshole, shugah. We know certain exercises that you can do to always keep your cunt tight. I'll tell you about them before you go home; I think you did enough on your first day, Trish. Don't you?"

"You know it; all of my insides are going to be killing me tomorrow," I laughed, but with a nervous tinge to it.

"Don't worry; tomorrow will be light work for ya. We'll give that sweet twat a day to heal. You'll love your assignment, though, I assure you."

We all laughed and giggled, as I was thinking about what was in store for me then. I knew I had found the place for me, and I'll stay here as long as they'll have me.

To be cunt-inued....

I mumbled into her wet folds. I tongued away at Devin's tight hole, while sliding my middle finger around her asshole. With long swipes, my tongue trailed its saliva from her clit...all the way to where my finger was dancing around her most forbidden of areas. Even her asshole smelled exquisite. I wondered. But, she was right: I was thinking that I could like this place.... I thought, as I leered at her two cheeks swaying in her loose, plaid skirt. She had on a button-down shirt, also, but hers was tighter than mine; I could see her white bra-strap across her back. Her stockings had those lines going up from the ankle, splitting her shapely legs in half. Her heels were of the "fuck-me" variety, and made her calves more sinewy.

he bed with a giant breathalyzer in my mouth loading me with liquid air. I don’t really know how to explain it better than that. After i started to get a little better the doctor asked me a few questions and wrote them down on his clip board.

"Ok that will be all the questions for now dear." The doctor told me while opening the cabinet. He took out a patient gown and placed it on my bed. "Take off all of your clothes and put that on, please. I will be back in a few minutes." The doctor walked out of the room and closed the door.

I was breathing a whole lot better since i got the medication. I stood up and took off all of my clothes. Unfortunately it was in front of my mom but that was ok. We weren’t shy around each other naked. I tied the gown and lay back in the bed.

The doctor walked back in. "Ok well we are going to have you stay over for the night to keep an eye on you." He glanced at my mom. "You may stay here for the night or you can go back home, I’m sure your daughter will be safe here." She thought about it for a moment.

"Ya, I suppose I will go back home, I need to get to work in the morning. Good night dear. Hope you feel better." She grabs her purse and leaves."

"I will have the nurse come in for a check up in a moment, if you need anything press this buzzer, he points to the little button by my bed."

"Ok, got it" I said. He walked out of the room closing the door behind up. I laid in silence and boredom for a while. About 5 minutes and the nurse entered. She was a young looking blonde girl. Her uniform was more like a dress, it was pretty short and the top 3 buttons were unbuttoned exposing the top of her chest. Not much cleavage though.

"Hey there, Hun. My name is Jessica, and I'm going to need to do some check ups on you." She placed her clip board on the desk and scribbled a few words on it. "Ok first I’m going to check your heart beat. She pulls the stethoscope off her neck and clips it on her ears. "I need to untie your gown a little so that i can get access to your chest and back." She unties it from the back and lets the top half of the gown fall to my lap, revealing my milky breasts. "Breath real deep for me, ok babe?"

"Ok, got it." The cold air blew on my bare nipples and it started to get them hard. She placed the cold end of her stethoscope on my back and I breathed in and out real deep. She moved it to 3 places on my back. She then placed it on my chest. I breathed in and out again and she placed the cold device right above my nipple, then between my breasts. She rested her wrist on top my breast.

"Ok that’s done. Now could you lie down please?" I did as i was told and she leaned over me and put pressure on the sides of my stomach in a few places. "Does this hurt, at all?"

"No, just feels weird." She giggled a little and then pulled my gown down a little just above my vagina. She started putting pressure on my bladder and moved nearly to my vagina.

"Ok looks pretty good." She marks some stuff on her clip board. "I have a few more checks that I’m going to need to do. This is a regular check up for all patients that attend the hospital, so just relax." She marks a little more on the clip board and then starts to rub my stomach, and then up to my breasts. "Just checking for breast cancer, try to relax." I was a very shy girl. I didn’t respond to much she said. I just nodded.

She rubbed her fingers over the sides of my breasts and bottom. She then rubbed my nipples and upper chest. I twitched in excitement. It felt so good for her soft hands to touch me. She marks a few more on the board.

"Now I need to make some checks around your vagina for any diseases." She pulled down the rest of my gown, revealing my freshly shaved vagina. My clitoris was swollen and my vagina was dripping wet. She started to giggle a little at my physical arousal. "Are you getting excited from this? Don’t worry, a lot of people do. You should see the men when I do this check up, they are as stiff as a board."

I giggled a little nervously.

"Don’t talk much? You don’t have to be shy around me. Its the doctors you should worry about. Those horny bastards are always pinching my ass when I walk past."

"How terrible. You’re very pretty." I blushed a little. I could tell she was trying to come on to me; I was just trying to keep up.

"Aww, thank you. You’re pretty too. And your young breasts are so soft, not too big, and not too small. I’m jealous. I would let you touch mine but that would be a little unprofessional. I work all night so I will be back a little later and-- Well let’s continue with the check up."

"Ok" She began to massage my vagina lips and spread them apart and look inside. "Don’t you ever use gloves?"

"I do sometimes, but with people like you I don’t really feel comfortable with them, I can’t check for disease as well. You know? They are sort of like a restriction. Well, you’re all clean." She marked some more on the board. "Well I have to get going. If you need me press the call button." She gave my clit a little rub before adding "Cutie". She left the room with a wink.

Well that was certainly unexpected, the beautiful nurse coming on to me. I slipped the rest of my gown off and just lay under the sheets. My hard nipples piercing through the sheets. I watched TV for a few hours before I had to use the bathroom. I didn’t know where it was, so I clicked the call button.

YES! Just what I had hoped, Nurse Jessica came in with a smile on here face. "What can I do for you, Hun?"

"I need to use the bathroom; I don’t know where it is."

"Oh, that’s all? Sure, babe, can you walk?"

"Yes I’m fine." I pulled back the sheets and stepped out of the bed.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" She asked glaring down at my body.

"Always, what about you? What do you sleep in?"

"I usually just sleep in a T-Shirt. No panties or bra. Are you going to get dressed, or do you want to streak down the hall?" We both laughed and I slipped on the gown and she led me down the hall to the restroom.

"Ok here you go, Ill be outside when you are finished." I went to the bathroom and then came outside. She walked me back to the room and I sat back on the bed. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Ummm," I thought for a while. I wanted to get her to take off her clothes, but I don’t want to freak her out. "I could use a sponge bath" I smiled at her. She looked a little shocked and excited at the same time. She looked as though she was glad I finally did a little coming on to her.

"Sure, I could do that. Just go ahead and strip down again and lay down on the bed." She pulled out a large yellow sponge from the shelf and rinsed it on the sink. She walked up to my bed and started to rub the sponge against my chest. The warm water made me so hot, I was dying for her to touch me.

"How’s this?" She asked.

"Its fantastic! It feels so good." I tried thinking of a way to get her out of those damn clothes! BUT HOW? "Maybe, when you have the time, I could give you a sponge bath?" My face turned red, I was scared of her reaction. She looked shocked. But then she smiled.

"Oh, so you want to give me a bath now, do you?" She rubbed her fingers over my lips. She walked over to the door and locked it.

"How about you be the nurse for a while?" She asked, licking her glossed lips. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

"Ok, that works." I stood up. "Maybe you should change into the gown?"

"Ok" She nodded, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Revealing her beautiful cleavage. She then took off her entire blouse and dropped it to the floor. She stood before me in a white transparent bra and thong. This was too good to be true. "What do you think?"

"Oh my god, you are so beautiful." She then slipped off her bra revealing her dark nipples. They were very perky. Then she slipped off her thong. Her vagina was so matured and hairless.

"How about we skip the bath and just fool around?" She asked giving me a sexy look; she reached out and put her hands around my waist. She moved one to my face and gave me a soft passionate kiss on the lips. I kissed her back with a little tongue. She swirled her tongue around mine.

She moved her hands up to my breasts and pinched and twisted my nipples.

I let out a slight moan. She slid her soft tongue up my face. She pressed her nipples up against mine. She grasped my butt and picked me up, I wrapped my legs around her waist. She lifted me up and put me on the bed.

She kneeled down by my vagina. Naturally, I spread my legs. She started to lick my pussy. She slid her tongue inside my vagina, precum stringing off her tongue.

I ran my hands through her hair moaning uncontrollably.

"Do you want to suck on my nipple?"

"Hell yes, I said out of breath." I stood up off the bed and she laid down on it. I got on top of her and hovered over her body. I laid my tongue on her nipple and began to swirl it around. I then started to suck on her nipple like a baby. She moaned and I could feel my juices running down my leg onto hers.

She started to moan very load. And our night had only begun.

 

Please leave comments on my story; if I get enough positive results, I might make a second entry.

see the ocean?"

"Well, yes." You consent reluctantly.

I’m stunned by how adorable you are. You have mousy brown hair, a small nose, and a slight scar along your cheek. I think you told me in an email long ago that you got the scar when you were a child and your brother accidently hit you with a rock. You’ve got hot, perky tits and a small ass. You exercise. Your shapely legs tell the story of someone who can mountain bike eight miles a day. But somehow, you don’t seem secure in your looks. Your breasts are lost under a shirt that’s way too big. Your hair’s pulled back and clipped with a dozen little clips. No make up.

I wanted you to be attracted to me, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I wore a tank top with no bra and some tight jeans. I dyed my hair a redder brown than my natural color. I dashed a hint of plum lipstick across my cheekbones. My nipples are rigid. Now that we’re standing face to face, it all feels inappropriate. Self-conscious, I cross my arm across my chest. Maybe I shouldn’t be hoping something will happen. You told me before you agreed to come visit, it was not a sure thing. You’ve never been with a woman before. I haven’t either, but since meeting you online, it’s all that I think about.

I collect you at the airport. We pack up the gear, and drive down the coast. On the way, we stop at a winery, and sample some wine, and buy some that we both like. We stop at Tillamook to get some ice cream, and I have to show you the quilt shop in Newport. But it’s the campsite that I really want to introduce you to. When we get there, it’s dark. The road winds around a row of hedges. You notice all the other tents and RVs and think "Why?"

We get to a spot, kind of back a ways, and yes, it’s a little bit of a hike to get to the john, but there’s a flushing toilet, and for that, it will be worth the walk. Fumbling in the dark, we pitch the tent. You collect a washcloth and a towel and go to the bathroom. I start a fire in the pit. Fortunately we brought some wood before we came because it costs $6 a bundle to buy it here. I set our sleeping bags into the tent, and even though I want to zip them together, I’m unsure of how you want to proceed. You may need that space, so I will give it to you.

After you come back, you say, "There’s showers here!"

"Well, it’s a pretty nice place."

"It’s cold."

"I know. But there’s no mosquitos."

You think for a minute. "Right. That’s nice. And it’s not as cold as it is at home in Minnesota."

"I figured you’d be okay with it."

I have water boiling, and I offer you some tea. You decide to open the wine that we bought earlier. Around our campsite, there’s an elaborate hedge. One of the remarkable things about this place is that the whole campground is essentially cut out of a brambly bush. Hedges block off each campsite, giving every camper a fair amount of privacy. We sit on a log with our boots toward the fire. We drink berry wine out of the bottle, and listen to the wind blow. We can hear other voices from time to time, but it’s quiet. Very calming.

It gets late. I feel like one of us has to be the one to admit that we need to get some sleep. I could sit and stare at you by the fire forever, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I’ve really enjoyed being with you, finally meeting you in person, and I’ve not tried to push into you, or overwhelm you. I hope you’re feeling okay. With you here drinking wine, I’m getting mixed messages. I don't know if you want to loosen up or just get sleepy. I suspect you’re trying to avoid the issue tonight.

I get a towel and follow the flashlight’s bobbing spot of light to the bathroom.

When I come back, you’re inside the tent in your sleeping bag. I bend and climb inside mine. I feel you there, just inches away. Judging from the sounds of your breathing, it sounds like you’re already sleeping. Or you’re trying to fake me out. I can’t help but feel disappointed. I lie there, smelling stray wisps of smoke from the campfire and try to unwind. I want to roll over on top of you and force my tongue in your mouth. I want to feel your firm breasts. At the worst, I want to lay there in the darkness, think about you and masturbate. Like I’ve done a million times. I’m so close, I can smell your hair–like henna and apples. I can feel my sex stirring. Juices seep out of my vagina. It’s torture just to lay here inches away.

I feel like a seven year old girl waiting for Christmas. I secretly doubt that Santa Claus will really come.

In the morning, you’re up with the birds. I hear the clink of metal and rustling around the campsite, then smell fresh coffee, which pulls me up out of bed. The steaming coffee tastes strong and goes down good. You fried pancakes. I eat one, and feel like I should have gotten up earlier to help. Then I remember we’re in different time zones. You’re probably raring to go! We should go for a walk. I want to show you the lighthouse. I pick up a package I brought and we walk off together.

The hedge has blocked a surprising amount of wind. The trail forks. The path to the beach drops 60 yards before it gets to sand. I’m glad I bothered to pack my boots! We wander off on the other path through the grassy field to the lighthouse. It’s a brisk walk. The sand and the sea grass makes everything look stark and far away. We walk up to the stone lighthouse and look around, but everything’s locked. We peer inside paned windows, but all we notice is spider webs and dust. Now that we’re here, I feel foolish. I know we exchanged email stories about the romance of lighthouses, but I’m not sure how much you’re really interested in them now that we’re here. Long ago, I told you that I was your lighthouse, a beacon to guide you here. You answered back that you felt the pull of me, but you were afraid to give in. If you came to me, you asked me, would you be like a moth to a flame, incinerated by the meeting?

How stupid! Remembering our email fantasies makes me feel insane. What if this was just some ridiculous fantasy--one to better stay a fantasy, to never fully explore?

"What’s in the package?" you ask.

"A kite." I open it up. "We should fly it here in the wind. There’s no trees."

Moments later, the kite is together. Laughing, I give you the roll of string and dash through the grass, stretching to hold the yellow kite high above my head. We launch it. You pull it into its orbit around the curve of the beach. It sails off. You throw out yards and yards of line. The diamond-shaped kite becomes a tiny straggle of color, the line bowing into the wind.

We take turns guiding it, watching it lean and twist, then struggling to upright itself in the wind. I like watching you move, how you hold yourself. You seem so confident and assured. Your hair is loose today and it billows behind your head. When you turn your face, it whips across your eyes. Impatiently, you tuck it behind your ears.

A family comes up the trail. Their young son watches us flying the kite, and wistfully says, "Oh, Daddy, we should have brought a kite." Done with our adventure, we pass the kite off to the boy and his father, who have thought about doing this sort of thing together for years, and longed for the kind of windy day where kites actually fly.

"You want to walk down to the beach?"

"Sure."

We’re off to the other trail. We stumble down the rocky path to the water’s edge. You close your eyes and inhale the cold, briny smell. It’s not a sandy beach--those are found up by Newport--but it has all the little nooks and chasms that a beach should have. Sea stones scatter on the beach, as well as chunky throes of driftwood here and there. We find a tide pool and stare at the crystalline world below, full of sea anemones and skittering sand crabs. A small stone shines green in the light. I pick it up and hold it in my hand. I feel like it is meant for me, so I slide it into my pocket. No matter what happens, I must always remember. You tell me it’s been years since you’ve stepped foot on a wonderful beach like this.

At this hour of the day, the beach is very private. A bunch of gulls are scattered on the beach ahead, straggling over some tidbit. We can walk from one end of it to the other, and even then we would not be able to get around the rocks blocking us from more beach unless we did some serious climbing, got very wet, or waited for the tide to recede.

Suddenly, I reach out and take your hand. "I’m glad you’re here."

You squeeze my hand back in reply.

Up a ways, there seems to be some sort of a shallow cave. We step inside. Once there, I pull you close to me and I brush your windswept hair out of your face. I’m dying to kiss you, to taste those small, puckered lips. But I don't really want to make a first move unless you want me to, and so far, your signals have been vague, like you’re happy to be here, but you refuse to do anything you might regret. You must be sensible. You’re always so sensible.

Don’t get your hopes up,

you used to tell me in your emails. It’s just fun to think about.

I can’t help but have my hopes up. I’ve been writing to you for almost a year. I’ve never hidden the fact that I wanted to be your secret lover. I’ve never hidden the fact that I wanted to taste your soft pussy. Your sacred, special pussy. You told me that you had relatively little experience. You could count the men you’ve been with on one hand.

We both have small cuts on our legs from walking through the tall, reedy grass. I touch one of your cuts, and kind of smooth it away. Your skin is so soft to touch. I feel awkward and pull my hand away. You put your hand over mine.

"Thanks for inviting me."

That’s it? I feel cold inside, rejected, like I made a huge mistake and read all kinds of things into your messages that weren't quite there. Panicked, I turn to walk out of the cave. Surely we should go back to the campsite and get some food. We were silly to not pack a lunch.

Behind me, you put your hand on my shoulder to stop me. You put your arms around me, hugging me from behind. There’s tears in my eyes. I’ve wanted this for so long. You hold me close, and I turn into you, our hair, all tangled together. Your hair smells wonderful! I find your mouth, and I kiss you. I close my eyes and feel you there, and I kiss you. Over and over. Hoping you won’t make me stop. I pull the hair out of my face, and study your mouth, tracing your lip with my finger. I stop and smile and kiss your velvet lips again. Behind us, gulls scream and waves crash on the beach.

Many moments later, we decide to go back to the campsite to eat. Not that either of us are really hungry. The trail goes up, and it is not meant for two people to walk together, but I cannot take my hand away from you now that we have finally touched. At the top of the cliff, the trail winds through the hedges to our site, and we stop under the cover of the hedge, gnarly limbs

all around us, like Sleeping Beauty's castle. I pull you to me again. I kiss you there in the hedge, locked inside our own little world.

You pull me back to the campsite. You get out the wine again, and this time we share the bottle. We sit side by side on a small log, knees touching, taking long droughts of cool wine. I think we both know what’s going to happen next. We’re going to finally confront the big IT that’s been between us all this time. Are you trying to drink your courage?

We don't start a fire, for we prepared snacks in tidy little bags. We nibble on grapes and carrots and such. We sit together, barely speaking, sharing the same plate, sometimes putting the food into each other's mouth.

After we’ve eaten, the wine starts to hit. Laughing, I open the tent, and lay down flat on my back, arms outstretched. The orange glow of the walls makes it look surreal. I pat your space on the sleeping bag next to mine. You come inside and lay down. I turn to you, and prop my head up on my elbow. Maybe we should talk? I look into your emerald eyes, all flared from the wine, and I can't stop talking. Oh, I’m so nervous.

That is, until you take my hand, and give me the bottle of wine again, nearly empty. Drink, you urge. Once I take the bottle away from my lips, your lips are there on mine, pulling that taste of wine out of my mouth with your tongue. Oh your tongue is incredible. You probe around in my mouth, touching my teeth, slightly sucking my tongue. At the end of the kiss, you nibble my bottom lip.

I’m overwhelmed. It’s been so long! I’ve been craving your touch forever. Now that the moment’s finally come, I hardly believe my luck. I taste your breath, and collapse into your soul. From somewhere, you pull out a cotton quilt which you spread over the slippery nylon of the sleeping bags. You start to undress me.

I pull off my sweatshirt. You unbutton my blouse, deliberately, slowly, taking time to kiss my skin below each button. I hold my breath every time you touch me, wanting it to last and last. Waiting to see if this will go as far as I hope it will. In my bra and shorts, I lie against the cotton of your quilt. I’m glad you brought it. I love the homey feel of cotton. It smells the way your house must smell, like lavender and bubble gum.

With the strange orange glow from the walls of the tent, our skin looks tinted and unique. I watch you above me, pulling your t-shirt up over your head. You unfasten your bra and toss it near your pillow. The contrasting darkness of your nipples, already erect with desire, capture my attention. I reach for you, and you crumble against me. My hands wander along your skin, touching and discovering places and sensations I have only imagined. Oh! Your skin is incredible! A man has never felt so smooth, so sumptuous.

I simply want to touch you. I fumble in a pocket in the tent and for orange spice body oil that I had stashed there. Just in case. I ask if I can use it, not wanting to stain your quilt. You whisper that I can, and roll over, and I start to spread the oil over your soft skin, and smooth it away, massaging your shoulders and back, slowly, then aching to get lower to touch your bottom. I dash some more oil on my hands from time to time, and then warm it before I touch your perfect skin. I try to think about everything else but the fact that I am finally touching your ass! You still have on white satin panties. My oiled hand makes an imprint on the fabric. I massage the muscle deeply, trying to be detached. I trace circles down to your thighs and long to reach between them. I massage your calves and ankles, rubbing each of your small feet, tugging on each of your ten toes. Your body is perfect! I can hardly believe I am there, that I am with you.

I unhook my own bra, so I can press fully against the softness of your back. I hope terribly that you won't mind. I unfasten my jean shorts, and pull out of them as well, my panties already wet with anticipation.

Holding you close to me, I can barely breathe. I am afraid if I react, you will disappear like a flash of light in the evening sky. My hands cup each of your breasts. Behind you, I press into you, finally feeling that I have captured you completely.

Then at once, you turn over. I take in the view of your satiny skin, the ribbon of white satin across your pubic bone. You move your legs so your feet are a shoulder’s width apart, and I can see the crevice of your vagina. Your puffy pussy lips are parted below the fabric. I could trace the line with my tongue. Oh I want to taste you! At your feet, I start massaging my way up, skipping from your thighs to your flat belly, and up to your shoulders, then back to your lovely soft milky-white breasts.

Next, is a flurry of motion and passion, as I ease down your panties to study your naked body against the soft quilt. You look just as I had imagined, like a beautiful thing, too lovely to be mine. Your breasts quiver in the soft light. I start to slide off my own panties, but you stop my hand and pull them down yourself, slowly and deliberately, your hands gentle against my skin.

I spread more oil across your breasts. You catch your breath below me, and then kiss me hard, and then roll up on top of me. You’re taking the initiative! Now I know you want this as much as I do. I was worried that I would have to convince you, and you would be reluctant. I feel your 34C’s pressing onto my breasts. Mooshing oil all over my tits. My nipples are rock hard, standing rigid. Kissing you dearly, my hands wander down to your thighs. I tentatively touch you there, sliding the fingers closer and closer to your pussy. By now, you’re all oily, all wet. I so want to probe my fingers into your cunt. But this is the only first time, and I want it to be perfect.

I take your nipples one at a time into my mouth. Oil’s smeared all over my face by now. You relax and shut your eyes. I look down at you on the quilt, and can imagine nothing else, breasts full and round, softness, whiteness...loveliness insurmountable. I take my time exploring you. I slip my hands between your legs, touching you, lingering, finally merging into your folds. I move closer, skin to skin, hands wandering, and mouth moving to discover.

I tuck my pillow under the small of your back, and invite myself between your thighs. I spread your pussy open, and gasp when I dare to look. You are so pink! Like a newly opened flower. I blow air on your clit, blowing, blowing softly, before I take my first taste. You push up against my mouth and my tongue, holding my head with your hands, trying to make me attend to the spots that you need me to touch. I diddle with my tongue. You taste wonderful. I suck and lap at your intimate spots. I can’t get enough.

At one point, you shriek, and rise up on your elbows. I stop, thinking I must have hurt you, but it’s just one of those odd places, where you want to be touched again, just not so intently. As you settle back against the quilt, I let my fingers wander on your clit. I move my mouth back up to your breasts where I suck and taste them. You pull me up to your face and lick the taste of your pussy away from my chin and lips. You kiss me deeply and passionately, and roll me to my back.

Then, you take control. Your pressure is perfect. You handle my breasts deftly. I ache to have you pinch them and suck them deeply. I move my pussy against your hand. You’re taking your sweet time, but eventually you’ll get there. I’m so ready, I can almost scream. Wetness between my legs starts to trickle, a sticky trail. I immediately wipe it away. You see my hand move there and follow it with your own. I start to touch myself, but you push my hand to the side, and take over, slowly, longingly, lingering on spots where I want you to be, then flitting away, teasing, milking it for more time, more sensation. I’ve never felt like this!

You’re not used to making love to a woman, and neither am I. We both know what needs to be done, but don’t have experience doing it. We both use what we like ourselves to make moves on the other, but it isn’t 100%. But it is good. Oh so good. You make me come, and watch as my back heaves and my breasts thrust forward. My climax sweeps through me like the wind through our kite. Then you take my nipple into your mouth with the realization that you can make me do it again. No men here, no premature ejaculation. No "Thanks Babe, I’ll get you next time." No rolling over and starting to snore.

I use my hands to make you come, then I suck deeply against your pussy, and wet it again, and set you up to come again. The ebb and the tide, the water bouncing against the shore, the gulls calling to each other outside becomes one with us as we touch and explore. We discover each other ever so patiently with so much care, and then with so much fury. At one point, you thrust four of your fingers deep inside my cunt. I scream with a gush of cum.

Night falls. Weary, we pull ourselves out of the tent, clothes touching our skin unwillingly. My toes ache, they’ve curled so hard. We stir up a fire and make food that we feed each other. Young men walk by our site, and we sit up and look more appropriate, but once they have passed, we are back to each other's skin. Later that night, the lantern pulled into the tent so that I can see you there, in the soft light. The same group of men walk by. The lamp light allows them to see inside. They snicker as they notice our breasts' silhouettes where we sit naked. They elbow one another, guffawing. Then silent as they think about what it is that they have seen.

Finally, we settle into each other’s arms and fall asleep. Not once does the tent feel cold.

a finger down the inside of my panties to find my hardening clit.

.

In no time my panties were off and my pussy now dripping wet as I laid back on my bed, propping my head up with the soft, cool pillows. I spread my legs wide making my wet pussy lips spread apart. Putting two fingers around my red swollen clit while pinching my erect nipples with my other hand. I started rubbing my fingers against my hard clit causing waves of pleasure to run through my whole body. The first wave starting at my clit, shooting all the way up my spine, then back down and out through my fingertips, causing my body to start shaking in ecstasy.

I released my hard pink nipples and gripped the bed while sliding two fingers into my tight wet pussy. My pussy was tight around my two fingers and was hot with cum. I thrusted my fingers in and out of my cunt slow at first and then moving faster and faster dripping thick cum all over my thighs and fingers. I moaned in pleasure as my pussy gripped my fingers and I started to cum.

Laying still in my bed for awhile with my fingers still deep in my tight dripping pussy I sat up and licked the hot sweet cum off my fingers ,“Heh you didn’t expect me to waste it did you?“ I looked at the clock by the side of my bed and ran to the bathroom. I had lost track of time and it was 5 minutes before Chrissy was meant to arrive.

Quickly throwing my clothes back on I heard the doorbell ring. I was grabbing the clothes and I realized I had dripped cum on my bed. It was clearly visible and I had no time to deal with that now. Damn. While running to the door I finished putting on my pants. I opened the door and saw Chrissy standing there I looked her over trying to catch my breath. She was wearing a short school-girl looking skirt and a white tank top. Realizing I was staring I said “Cool outfit” and then invited her inside.

“My parents are out Chrissy, so I thought we could have a little a fun,” I said pulling two beers out of the fridge.

“Haha Katherine you know me to well,” she said while taking the beer from my hand.

We plopped down on the couch. “Is anything thing on”, she said. I rolled my eyes and replied “No unless you enjoy watching the Ashley Simpson Show.” We both started laughing and sipping our beers. After ten minutes of surfing the television I gave up and turned off the TV. “Crap, Crap, and more Crap”, I said. We finished our beers and I got up for the second round. When I came back Chrissy suggested we play Truth or Dare.

I looked at her, ”Don’t we need more people to play?”

“No you idiot we can play with just two.”

I laughed ,”Whatever you say Chrissy, I‘ll go first then”

“Truth or dare ,Katherine?”

I sat there for a second Sipping my beer thinking of which to choose. After a quick second of thought process I was bold and chose dare. She gave me an evil smirk and said “Your dare is to kiss my ass.” She could barely contain her laughter. After chrissy revealed my dare she was practically rolling on the floor laughing. Kissing a girls ass isn’t usually the first thing on my list off things to do today but I definitely didn’t want to lose that quickly. “Ok Chrissy.” Surprised she stopped laughing and looked at me. Without saying a word she got on her hands and knees. I leaned over and kissed her ass.

Chrissy turned around and said “Wow I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

I giggled, ”What you think I’m going to let you win that easily?”

I sat there looking at her body her full firm tits they had to be at least C cups and her long legs that led up to her pussy. Sitting there not realizing I had zoned out again I grinned and looked into Chrissy’s eyes.

“Truth or Dare?” I said.

She paused for a moment biting her lip looking as though she had drifted away like I had just a few minutes ago. Then she came back, “Dare.”

I giggled knowing there was no way she would do what I wanted her too. Looking into her eyes again I said French Kiss me. Their was a silence I was smiling from ear to ear for me it was a win/win situation. She surprised me by quickly leaning over and kissing me like she had wanted to her whole life. Rubbing our wet tongues together, our lips where locked for what seemed like hours. Until she finally pulled away from me.

I was stunned by how much I had just enjoyed that kiss from my best friend. We both sat their in silence and something told me this was going to be the beginning of a new beautiful friendship.

After that wonder kiss everything started going back to normal and I began to feel dismay wondering if I would ever taste that sweet tongue again. We sat watching Television for awhile all my mind kept swimming with thoughts of my new found love for my best friend.

I glanced at her every so often wondering what she was thinking about and if she to felt the same way about our kiss. I knew one thing for sure, that one kiss wasn’t good enough I wanted more. Scanning her body again getting a glimpse up her skirt seeing that she was wearing cotton white panties and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I noticed a wet cum stain on them. Knowing now she too felt the same way about her kiss I got extremely hot I wanted to just rip off her panties and suck on her gorgeous clit .

I looked up into her eyes I saw her looking at my tits, I looked down, I didn’t realize my nipples had gotten so hard. They were clearly visible through my red spaghetti strap shirt. Looking back into her eyes she knew I had seen her staring at my perky tits. We both blushed and smiled at each other. Looking at the time it was now 11:3o and I suggested we go to bed. She agreed and we headed up stairs both of us feeling the effects of the alcohol as we started moving about.

I fell onto my bed and ripped up my covers not bothering to change at all. Chrissy started setting up her pillow and blanket on the floor. After hearing her shuffle her things about I thought she had finally fallen asleep when I heard her voice say, “Katherine are your awake?”

I rolled over so I was facing her,” Yeah I’m still awake”

“Hey Kat can I sleep on your bed its uncomfortable down here on the floor”

I said,” Sure I don’t care my beds big enough for two”

She crept up onto my bed and put her pillow right up next time mine, our faces only an inch or two away from each other. Without thinking or saying a thing she leaned in and kissed me cupping and rubbing one of my breasts. I couldn’t believe this was happening it was like a fantasy. I pulled away from her and sat up I slid off my top.

My nipples were rock hard now after being fondled my best friend. I sat her up next to me taking her top off as well now she was just left wearing that sexy little school girl skirt. She liked what I was doing and thrust her big tities into my face. I took one of her nipples into my mouth while pinching and pulling the other with my fingers. Chrissy let out a moan, ”Oh yes Katherine bite and suck on my nipples.” This was the point of no return.

cular style and she didn't really use much, or normally any, make-up. However looking at her reflection now, Joey decided she'd do all right.

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