Chapter 3
The call came at four-thirty that afternoon, leaving Laura wide-eyed with excitement. It was from the redheaded receptionist at the insurance company where Laura had left an application this morning.
She'd gotten the job, the very first one she'd looked for.
But even more exciting was the redhead's warm friendliness. Sally had invited the blonde over to her apartment for dinner tonight, promising to clue her in on the job and the other workers. Having been in town only a few days and with no friends yet, the eighteen-year old was both flattered and excited.
Laura drew a hot bath in her new apartment, which was still unfurnished except for a bed and the kitchen. The apartment was also her first, since she'd left home just a week ago. Her home was a small town in Illinois, and the reason Laura had left was that her steady boyfriend had married someone else.
She'd be damned if she'd stick around and watch the pitying looks from her friends and neighbors!
Laura stood naked in the bathroom in front of the full-length mirror while the tub filled. She was what was known, once upon a time, as a nice girl, and she looked it -- clean, wholesome, lovely, a tribute to decency and small-town America. And although she had a gorgeous body, slender and tawny-skinned with beautifully rounded tits, their nipples hot and dusky, a narrow waist flaring out to lusciously curved hips and satiny thighs, Laura had had sex less than a dozen times in her life, and only with one man.
She was very naive.
And it was this innocence that had lost her her boyfriend to another girl. Because she'd refused to go down on him, or let him screw her anywhere but in her tight, tender little pussy, telling him that in time she'd learn to relax.
While she was learning to relax, her boyfriend had met another girl, a hot brunette who was already very relaxed when it came to sex. Since Laura's boyfriend had plenty of money, coming from a wealthy family, the brunette proceeded to turn him on with the hottest blowjob of his life, insisting he ram her plump, juicy ass in the bargain.
While Laura was lovelier and sexier to look at than the brunette, the other girl knew exactly what the boyfriend wanted -- and she gave it to him with everything she had, her lush tits and wanton ass and fiery mouth and madly sucking pussy.
The results were swift and shattering. Two weeks later Laura's boyfriend and the cunning brunette, also a secretary, were married.
As innocent and inexperienced as she was, it wasn't hard for Laura to figure out what happened, especially once she'd met the other girl, who gloated with triumph.
So the young blonde had run off to California, determined to learn everything the brunette knew -- and more. But not in her own home town, where her parents were respectable, bible thumping citizens.
Now Laura sank into the steaming bathtub, sighing deeply. She rested one tapered, silken leg along the rim of the tub and slowly trailed her fingers up her soft thigh. She was very horny right now, because good news always excited her sexually. Normally, the eighteen-year old finger fucked herself in a slow, dreamy, hour-long orgy, building up her seething passion by degrees until it was smoldering fiercely, then getting her rocks off in an explosion of relief.
Instead, she resisted the urge and lathered soap on her hot tits, shivering with desire. She suspected the truth about losing her boyfriend to the brunette that it was really his fault, because he never really took the time to turn her on, arouse her so that she was hot and primed to the hilt first. He always wanted to kiss for three minutes and then fuck all at once, like an animal.
Laura was one of those girls who had a profound passion, but it still lay locked inside her loins, waiting to be turned on by a tender lover. She was slow to beat up, but once she was on fire, she was a feverish woman who came in great, shattering waves of ecstasy, sobbing and moaning and thrashing uncontrollably. So far, the only one who'd ever turned her smoldering lust on was herself!
She'd never really had a full orgasm with her boyfriend, just getting hot and ready when he was already shooting his load. She'd always ended up frustrated, but bearing it in grim silence, preferring to masturbate when she got home that night.
Laura's boyfriend had never eaten her pussy, either, so that her total sex-experience was simply straight screwing, with her beneath.
And because her natural passion was extremely deep, waiting only for some cunning partner open her gates, she was very ripe for new experiences.
Especially strange ones.
Now, as the softly panting blonde lay in her bath, she found herself getting more aroused by the minute as she stroked her own naked tits. She had to be over at Sally's at seven, and she had plenty of time to masturbate if she wanted, but something inside her, an instinct or a premonition, told her sharply not to indulge.
To save her lust.
It took a fierce effort of will, but Laura got through her bath without finger-fucking, listening to her instincts. Like a lot of sexy girls who were clean-cut and wholesome on the surface, the blonde also had a sharp bitchy streak which came out at odd times. This bitchy streak was nothing more than a certain penchant for cruelty, which was aggravated by losing her boyfriend to another girl only weeks before.
As a result, by the time Laura was fully dressed and ready to leave her apartment, she was a seething volcano of intense emotions and excitement. She looked wildly exciting in her tight-fitting black dress and makeup, her skin glowing and her long golden hair shimmering. Still wholesome, but very sexy and delicious.
In fact, she looked good enough to eat -- and not just eat, but wolf den.
If sexual frustration had its penalties, it also had its rewards. Her pent-up lust made her look more desirable than ever, adding a sheen to her hair and a luster to her wide blue eyes, flushing her skin. When the blonde was like this, she was very touchy, sensitive.
And her bitchy streak smoldered just beneath the surface of her sexiness, ready to lash out with surprising viciousness.
It was a deadly combination in a luscious, eighteen-year old blonde -- sexual frustration and hidden anger, and intense emotional excitement over getting her first job.
A very deadly combination, when you sparked it with a sultry, redheaded nymphomaniac who loved to eat hot young pussy.
There were subtle erotic overtones to Sally's apartment, in the plush black sofa and chairs, the thick crimson rugs, the suggestion of something sensuous and hidden in the air.
But there was nothing hidden about Sally's sexiness tonight.
Her creamy ripe tits billowed over a low-cut dress that also emphasized her gorgeous ass and shapely legs. Her lips were coated with thick, ruby red lipstick and dark eye shadow over her green eyes made them glow hotly.
The moment she saw Laura, she almost started gushing in her panties. God, what a honey! A tawny, wanton-eyed, lovely-assed blonde, still sweet and wholesome and so delicious-looking Sally lost her appetite for everything but those softly rounded tits and tender young thighs.
When the redhead wanted to, she could turn on the charm like a smooth, silken gusher. She did just that as she served a light dinner, small steak and salad and lots of wine. She didn't like to swing on a full stomach. During dinner by candlelight she told the fascinated girl all about Acme Insurance, how Laura would work in the typing pool at first, which girls were friendly and which treacherous.
After dinner they settled on the black sofa with fresh glasses of wine, to a background of dance music. Sally liked rock, but not for purposes of seduction. As far as she could tell, Laura was as square as she looked, as naive and trusting as her wide blue eyes suggested.
Still, the redheaded switch-hitter could sharply sense a strange streak in the blonde. She was just a little too wholesome and yummy and wide eyed! Nothing was ever as simple as it looked on the surface, least of all sexy girls.
Deliberately, Sally turned the talk to sex. She told Laura which salesmen to watch out for, where she could go to meet young guys.
"Could we go tonight?" Laura asked quickly.
As Sally guessed, the blonde was hot for action, which suited her intentions perfectly. "I had something else in mind for tonight, honey," she said softly, putting a hand on Laura's knee, just below her hem. Sally was very confident with girls, based on long experience. Unlike most men, she knew that when a girl said no, it didn't mean a damn thing. It was the physical response that counted. Now she moved in closer to the girl, lowering her voice.
"Ever have a guy go down on you, Laura?" she whispered.
The blonde's face reddened but she couldn't take her eyes off Sally's smoldering gaze. "No."
"Terrific," Sally murmured, beginning to slide her fingers gently up the blonde's hot thigh, caressing the silky inner flesh. Laura's thighs parted just an inch or two -- enough to tell Sally what she wanted to know.
The girl was dying for it, as much as Sally!
At this moment, Laura wished she had finger fucked herself in her bath, because she was getting intensely aroused, wondering what the sultry redhead was going to do next. A wild curiosity was rising in Laura, along with her seething frustration.
"It's terrific," Sally went on, "except they're so damn crude, honey. There's nothing -- I mean nothing -- like having your hot pussy eaten out by someone who loves to do it. Did you know girls are always nicer to girls than men? They know how to really please a girl, how to give her little pussy all the tender sweet loving it needs!"
The words were having exactly the effect Sally wanted. Nice girls were always outwardly shocked and secretly excited by lewd talk, and Laura was no exception. She was panting rapidly now, her thighs spreading wider as the redhead's fingers cupped her pulsing cunt through her panties and very gently squeezed to make the blonde shudder.
"Sally -- what are you doing? I mean, what do you want to do to me?" she whispered hoarsely. "God I'm so hot! -- I was going to masturbate just before I came over here, but I didn't and I think I should have!"
"I'll do it for you, Laura," Sally promised feverishly. Her lips brushed the blonde's silky throat and a low moan came from Laura. So that's why she was so hot! She'd started to finger-fuck herself and didn't get her rocks off, leaving her trembling and anxious.
Sally slipped a finger inside the burning crotch of Laura's panties and found her juicy cunt-lips. The moment she stroked her finger in the boiling flesh, Laura gripped it lustfully and began sobbing, jerking her hips and awkwardly fucking Sally's hand, on fire with passion.
Normally Sally would have masturbated her for at least five minutes in this position, get her too aroused to change her mind. But she knew there was no danger of that with Laura. The girl was almost delirious with excitement, hissing and sobbing and squirming her ass hotly on the sofa.
Jesus, if her cunt tasted half as delicious and lustful as it felt thrashing on Sally's finger! Quickly the secretary slipped her finger out and licked it, trembling with delight as the blonde shook her head and wailed, "No, don't stop, Sally! I'm too damn worked up! Please, I need it tonight, just finger fuck me, that's all, pleeeeeeze?"
"That's all, hell," Sally said, hefting the blonde's warm tits in her hands and squeezing lewdly. "That's barely for starters, baby! I stopped because I want us both to get undressed. It's a lot more fun that way."
Following Sally's lead, Laura stood up and they watched each other with gleaming eyes as they stripped naked. Low urgent sounds came from the redhead's throat when she saw Laura's tawny flesh in the nude, lovely hot tits panting feverishly, ass impatiently undulating her adorably curly nest of golden cunt-hairs soaked with her juices.
And the wildest hunger of her life rose up in Sally's pounding blood. For some odd reason, she'd always favored blondes anyway. It could have been her imagination, but they seemed to have juicier, hotter cunts and sweeter tits, especially young blondes like Laura.
Except she'd never had one as sexy and stunning as the eighteen-year old now trembling fiercely and softly crying in front of her, waiting for Sally to make the first move, obviously not knowing what to do. The feel of Sally's lusty finger up her throbbing pussy had almost triggered a violent climax in seconds. The idea of another girl finger-fucking her, especially a sexy redhead like Sally, fired her excitement tremendously.
And Sally's naked body added to her wild excitement. She had proud, lush tits, much bigger than Laura's, but then Sally was voluptuously ripe, almost buxom, with beautifully curved hips and buttocks.
Now the redhead stepped close to her and hugged her tightly, rubbing her hot naked tits to Laura's passionately, grinding her burning wet pussy to the blonde's lasciviously, French-kissing the younger girl with frantic moans.
Laura was so aroused at this, her first sex contact with another girl, she thought she would begin coming while they embraced.
But while Sally Frenched her and played with her luscious bare ass-cheeks and rubbed their pussies together to create a delicious friction, her mind was racing, trying to decide which urge to give in to first.
She desperately wanted to hook the girl, turn her on so fiercely she would be her steady girlfriend -- in addition to having Jeff for lunch every day. If she could swing, with the office manager for lunch and make it every night with the hot-breasted, ripe-assed blonde, Sally felt as if she would be in Paradise.
And as badly as she wanted to simply push Laura down on the sofa and dig her frenzied mouth into her juicy hot cunt, suck her sweet pussy off until she screamed far mercy and then fainted, only to wake up begging for more of Sally's diabolical tongue, the redhead went at her task with her usual crisp efficiency.
She decided to finger-fuck the girl first, take the edge off her frantic excitement, then give her the most wanton, nerve-racking, hotly thrilling blowjob of her life -- before introducing her to sixty-nine, and other bizarre games Sally had in mind.
It wouldn't be easy, but she would hold her maddening hunger in check long enough to give Laura redhead, seeing Sally's wet fingers pumping lustfully in and out of her pink pussy while Laura cried and wriggled and sprayed cunt-juice all over Sally's hand, arching her back and thrusting out her tawny tits with feverish ecstasy.
Again and again Laura climaxed with delirious joy, twisting her head around to bite Sally on the lips while she fucked the redhead's stroking fingers savagely. Laura raised her knees and dug her heels into Sally's thin ribs.