Chapter 4

What shocked Cindy when the door opened was not the fact that Chris was wearing only a towel, but that he had on his face the look of a stranger. It was as if he hardly recognized her.

"Ch-Chris," she said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd be in bed or something. I thought that—"

"Never mind that, baby," said Chris, a sly smile coming onto his lips. "Just come on in. Don't worry about a thing." He pulled her by the arm and indicated with the expression on his face that she should follow his orders.

She was in no mood to lose trust of this young man just now. After all, her father had frightened her terribly, hollering after her in the street and all, so why not accept whatever kindness her boyfriend might have to offer?

But no sooner did she step into the living room when she had the shock of a lifetime. Sitting naked on the living room sofa was a young woman with dark hair and large breasts, casually sitting with her legs crossed and smoking a cigarette.

"Hullo, Cindy," said the dark-haired woman. "I'm glad to meet you." She stood up and started toward Cindy. "Chris has told me a lot about you. I think it's just about time that we got to know each other."

Cindy smiled nervously and then turned frantically to Chris. "Wh-Who's that? I-I-I-"

"Calm down," said Chris, closing the front door to the apartment and latching it. He turned to Cindy. "I guess I can get rid of this towel—now that I know it's you."

And with no further mention of it, Chris removed his towel and threw it casually onto the table in the kitchenette. "I meant to tell you, honey, but I just couldn't. This is Sherry. She's been a friend of mine for a long time. We're kind of old buddies."

"Old buddies," said Sherry, sitting down again and picking up her cigarette. "We used to be lovers, but when he met you, we became buddies ... " She smiled at Cindy. "I must say, he's got good taste." She took a long drag on her cigarette and smiled at Cindy who was still too startled to say even one word.

"I guess we've kind of shocked you," said Chris. "I just didn't want to hide anything from you, baby." He started towards her, with his arms outstretched, as if to embrace her.

Cindy looked down at his naked loins and hairy thighs, between which hung his flaccid but large member. She'd never seen him in such a bright light as that afforded by the living room lamps, and the sight of his thick, mushroom-headed cock took her quite by surprise. She didn't know whether to scream or faint. It was so disarming to see him simply naked and coming at her in total innocence.

And yet it was odd, too, because the other woman was sitting naked on the sofa. It was too much to believe. She felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

"I better sit down," she said softly. "I don't quite understand all of this." Her head was spinning. She'd narrowly escaped a punishment from her father, only to stumble into the makings of some lewd kind of involvement with her boyfriend and ... and ... and another woman! God, it was too much to believe or understand?!!

She took a chair at the kitchen table and faced away from Chris and Sherry. "Would you mind putting some clothes on! Both of you?" She shook her head from side to side. "Before we talk about anything else?"

"Now come on, Cindy, you're a big girl now and it's about time you checked out what sex was all about. There's no reason on earth for you to be, so shy about something so natural."

"Oh, my God." said Cindy, "I don't believe I'm hearing this. I'm leaving." She started to stand, but she felt Chris's strong hands pressing down, on her shoulders, keeping her tightly pinned in the kitchen chair. "I want to go," she said, word by word, announcing her anger in this one short sentence. "I came here to get away from my obnoxious father and now I'm confronted with—"

"Cindy," said Sherry softly from the sofa. "I think you should give it a chance. Chris really loves you, and he's told me all about you and your Dad ... how the old man makes passes at you ... and how you've been putting it off with him ... and well, you know, I think you ought to get some relief someplace ... I mean, really, we're all human, ya know."

"Damn! No!" said Cindy. "I want to go home."

"No way, baby," said Chris, his hands slipping down over Cindy's shoulders. "No way." She watched his fingers cupping her blouse where her breasts were. "I've waited too long for something like this, and now there just no way to stop me—or us!" He looked over his shoulder at Sherry. Then he turned back to Cindy. "I'm not gonna hurt you, honey, but I won't take no for an answer tonight. You hear me? No more putting me off. Sherry agrees with me. So you just cooperate and we'll talk about it afterwards ..."

Cindy felt her entire body shaking with fright as she heard Chris saying all of this. Something repulsed her about the manner in which he was making his wishes known, but something about the wishes themselves definitely attracted her. She hated to admit it, but there was a chance that he was right, that it was time for her to give way to him, to give him what she wanted.

Instantly, though, the thought of her father came to mind, and for a moment she once again pictured the woman in bed with her father on Thursday night. She didn't know why, but it repulsed her. She wanted to resist Chris in every way possible. She didn't want to be dirty like the woman in bed with her father ... and yet ...

"Oh, God, Chris, no ... I'm a virgin, darling. You know that! I just can't!" She turned around and faced him. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sherry smiling pleasantly on the sofa. "I just couldn't, darling." Her voice was reaching the tone of a pathetic whimper. She was frightened and concerned that Chris wasn't going to listen to her this time. The look in his eyes was intense and lustful. "Please?" she begged. Her eyes fell downwards from his face and caught sight of his fingers which were fondling the tip of his cock, stretching the skin of his prick so that the male column of flesh was stiffening before her very eyes.

"No, baby," he said, "tonight we go all the way. We just have to ... You know what I mean? We can't stop anymore. You know what I mean? I don't want to stop anymore. I love you and I want to fuck you."

Something in his voice suggested that he meant what he said, and somehow Cindy felt that there was going to be no escaping him this time. She felt her heart thundering in her chest and the rush of blood that followed. She turned her eyes away from his crotch, trying to think what to say to stave him off. Nothing came to mind.