Chapter 1
Ellie Winslow was unbelievably thrilled at the thought of going to work for the very first time in her life. She felt nervous but excited as she slid out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom for her shower. She peered at her face in the mirror through half-closed eyes and ran her fingers through her tousled blonde curls.
Just yesterday she had gotten most of her long, beautiful blonde hair cut off because she felt she needed a new image for her very first job-something more businesslike than her long schoolgirl's hair. But it was hard to get used to. She looked like someone else-someone very sophisticated, she thought.
She slipped off her filmy pink nightgown and-fighting her embarrassment at seeing herself nude in the full-length mirror on the door-she stared at how different her new hairdo made even her body appear.
The whole proportion was different. She looked more slender now, more elegant. And somehow the new hairdo emphasized the pertness of her full but uptilted breasts, whose nipples were now hard and erect in the morning chill. Yes, her waist seemed smaller and her long legs even longer.
Ellie giggled, then blushed and quickly threw her hands up over her full naked breasts-as if the mirror were another person watching her and she had suddenly remembered her modesty. Then she turned to the shower, regulated the water so that it was hot and steamy, and jumped in.
She let the hard torrents of water pound her sleepy flesh into wakefulness. Oooooo-hhhh, it felt so goooood. Unconsciously, she had uptilted her little blonde muff of pubic hair to the pounding streams of water and could feel such delicious thrills of pleasure running through her body. Vaguely, the eighteen-year-old virgin wondered when she would fall in love, marry and finally enjoy the exquisite delights her body promised. She gave a deep sigh as she turned and with her washcloth began to soap her soft smooth skin.
Maybe never, she thought. Maybe she'd be an old maid like her Aunt Gertrude and get all pinched looking-like a prune. Oh God! She hoped not. But sometimes she despaired of meeting a boy she really cared for.
She soaped carefully between her legs and felt warm streams of joy run up her spine, and then she ran the suds around and around her full, firm breasts. Mm-mmmm . . . it was so delicious . . .
Maybe, she thought, maybe working at the bank, HI meet some handsome and wonderful man and we will fall in love and get married.
She sighed again as she let the water course through the crack in her lovely, well-rounded backside. In all her eighteen years she'd never met a boy she really liked. At night she would dream about the handsome boy who would love her and marry her and carry her to heaven on their honeymoon bed. But her real life experiences were of a different order entirely.
Lots of boys had chased her in high school, but her parents-devout in their religious faith-had not let her date until her senior year. And then it was awful. She just hated the way everybody-even the ones who seemed nice at first-would take her out, make dumb conversation, and then-as if the whole evening was just an excuse for the end of it-they would lunge at her in their cars, in the movies, on the front steps as they took her home. Wet lips searching clumsily for hers, big awkward hands reaching out roughly and grabbing her sensitive breasts. Her whole senior year of high school seemed to be one struggle after another, her slender arms pushing, shoving, her body squirming to free herself from the predatory teen-age boys she had dated-once-only once for each of them.
Except one, she thought. Except Jeffrey MacDonald.
Goodness! she suddenly realized. It's getting late! I don't dare be late my first day at work!
She rinsed quickly and dried herself off with a thick pink terry towel. At that moment her mother knocked on the door.
"You'd better hurry, young lady-it's almost eight o'clock."
Ellie could smell breakfast downstairs and suddenly realized she was starved. Luckily, she had picked out her clothes the night before . . .
She had chosen a pert navy blue dress with a little round white collar. She felt it looked very businesslike. And she had a brand-new pair of navy blue leather shoes with high, narrow heels that made her slender calves look so pretty. Of course, no one would see her sitting behind a teller's cage. But that didn't matter. The new shoes made her feel so grown up.
She dressed quickly but carefully, and once again her mind wandered to Jeffrey.
Jeffrey, she thought, was very handsome-when he took off his glasses. At first glance he looked like a bookworm, but he really had a very strong jaw and intense eyes. Sometimes she thought his eyes would burn right through to her soul.
But Jeffrey was so shy! He was the only boy she had dated more than once-several times in fact-and he'd never even tried to kiss her! She liked him, but sometimes she wished he was just a little stronger-a little more masculine. Well, maybe at the bank she would meet other men. Who knows, maybe a handsome businessman would come in and they would fall in love . . . then on their wedding night. Oooooo-oh! She shivered at the thought of what he might do to her.
"Ellie!" she heard her mother shout. "Would you stop daydreaming . . . ? "
Ellie dashed downstairs to the kitchen. She heard her mother muttering . . .
"Always thinking about boys I bet. Young lady," she raised her voice as Ellie sat down at the table, "if you don't keep your mind off the boys you're going to wind up in a lot of trouble."
"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie sighed. Sometimes her mother made her feel like one of those stray hairs that would never stay in place.
"I wonder what you do up there that takes so long," her mother said. "Daydreaming about boys . . . " She clucked her tongue with disapproval. "You keep your mind on purer things, young lady . . . "
"Oh, Mom . . . " Ellie's voice drifted off as she began to eat. God! She was starved. Ellie either didn't think about food at all, or else she would be so famished she thought that all the bacon and eggs in the world wouldn't be enough.
Now she wolfed down her food with the wholesome hunger of the young.
"Ellie," her mother reprimanded. "You eat like a little animal . . . now mind your manners."
"Yes, Mother," said Ellie. But she had satisfied her appetite. Suddenly she was too excited about work to finish breakfast. She jumped up and kissed her mother quickly goodbye and was out of the house before her mother could say-
"Now you be a good girl at work today, Ellie . .