Chapter 1
Stephanie Harrison stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in her large, spacious bathroom, the nile green terry cloth robe she had just taken off lying in a heap at her feet.
It was six-thirty at night. Stephanie had gotten home after a hard day's work and the tub which was filled with hot water to which bubble bath had been added was waiting and inviting.
She looked at herself carefully. She had long blonde hair. Her breasts were big, but not too big and the nipples large and hairless. Her waist was narrow, there was just the slightest bit of fat there, nothing that anyone would notice or object to and her legs were long. She was twenty-seven.
She eyed herself carefully and looked almost disappointed when she couldn't find anything wrong. Steam wafted upwards from the bath but there was something else Stephanie wanted to do, something that was more important.
She sat down on the edge of the tub after she had hung her robe on a red, oversized plastic hook on the back of the bathroom door.
Then she began to rub her cunt, slowly exciting herself. Eyes closed, legs spread far apart she played with her cunt slit. She didn't want to waste any time. There would be plenty of opportunity for playing later but now she just wanted some relief.
She found her clit and scratched at it with a fingernail, getting more and more excited. She began to pant and moan and when she finger flicked herself she came easily and quickly.
Satisfied and greatly relieved she climbed carefully into the tub and soaked for a while. Eventually she got out, dried herself off and was heading towards her kitchen when the telephone rang.
"Hi, Blanche, I was just going to get something to eat. What? Sure, that would be fun. Oh, I guess I could be there in thirty minutes. Great. See you then." Stephanie put the receiver back in its cradle and smiled as she went into her bedroom.
Blanche O'Hara also smiled. She was a short brunette and worked in the mill as a private secretary for one of the executive vice presidents. The mill made pulp paper which was shipped to different parts of the country. Blanche had a good job, liked it there and had no intention of leaving.
She had a good figure and was one year younger than her friend Stephanie. Like Stephanie, she lived alone. Rents were fairly cheap, especially if you had a good job and she had a spacious, well-furnished apartment in a nice part of town.
She took a quick shower and put on some levis and an old work shirt which she tied around her waist. She ran a comb through her short hair.
It was hot out and she was thankful that she had the foresight to get it cut off. At first she wasn't too sure because her hair had been long and very beautiful but now with the warm weather upon them, she was sure that she had made the right decision.
At about seven-fifteen she heard a car give two quick toots from its horn. Going over to the window Blanche parted the lace curtains and looked down two stories.
Stephanie drove a small red imported car, Blanche could never remember the make because they all looked and sounded alike to her, but Stephanie had owned the car for four years and the only thing she had done was to give it regular maintenance. The car was never in the shop and got good gas mileage and it made Blanche think more than once about trading in her American car.
Stephanie waved and walked up the slate pathway that led to the stairway on the outside of the two story house that Blanche shared with a middle-aged-couple.
Blanche had the whole second floor and had furnished it tastefully. The rooms were big and there were a lot of windows and even when it got very hot there was always a nice breeze.
Stephanie wore a summer skirt, blouse and sandals and had known Blanche for nearly five years.
"Feel like a beer?" asked Blanche.
"Love one."
"Hungry?" asked Blanche from the kitchen where she got out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and opened them. She didn't believe in using glasses unless it was absolutely necessary so she handed Stephanie her beer and sat down next to her on a long couch that was against the wall that faced the windows.
Stephanie smacked her lips. "That hits the spot."
"Hard day?"
Stephanie worked for an accountant. She liked her job and was taking night classes three times a week at a local college, hoping to finally get her degree.
"Not especially. You?"
"Sort of. Where do you feel like eating?"
"I don't really much care. What about you?"
"I sort of feel like Chinese. Is that OK?"
"Sure."
"Are you very hungry?"
"I can wait."
Blanche took a healthy swig out of her beer and licked the foam off her upper lip with her tongue. Then she put the bottle down on an end table and moved closer to Stephanie.
"You look very pretty tonight."
"Thanks."
Blanche's eyes cruised over her chest. Then she took Stephanie's bottle of beer out of her hand and put it down on the floor.
"I thought about you," said Stephanie.
"You did?"
"All day."
"What did you think about?"
"This."
Stephanie tugged at the knot that held Blanche's shirt tales together and opened it. Blanche wasn't wearing a bra and when Stephanie saw her naked breasts hot flashes of excitement coursed through her body.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Blanche.
"Nothing."
Stephanie leaned into her, opening her mouth so she could run the tip of her tongue around the circumference of one of Blanche's nipples, making the nub of breast flesh rise and get thumb hard.
She rubbed her other breast while Blanche caressed Stephanie's inner thighs, slowly moving up towards her soft cunt mound.
Blanche held Stephanie's head in her free hand and pushed her chest forward, making Stephanie open her mouth wide so as to take as much of her breast flesh as she could into her dark, warm cavern.
Then Stephanie stopped sucking on her and stood up. She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.
Blanche shucked off her shirt and wiggled out of her levis as Stephanie's skirt fell to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it and got down on her knees, her head between Blanche's legs.
She covered her inner thighs with wet, open mouthed kisses as she ran her hands up and down the underside of Blanche's thighs.
Blanche moved down on the couch to make it easier for Stephanie and when she felt her mouth on her cunt mound she sucked in her breath sharply.
Stephanie thrust her tongue as far as she could up into Blanche's cunt hole and poked and probed around, mashing her teeth against her hairy mound, filling her with pleasure and excitement.
"Eat me, eat me," moaned Blanche.
Blanche began to squirm around as Stephanie found her love button and stabbed out at the ultra sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh with the tip of her tongue making it erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body.
It didn't take Blanche long to come and when she did, she held Stephanie's head tightly against her cunt, making Stephanie suck and swallow. When she finished coming, she let go so that Stephanie could stand up, arch her back and lick her lips.
"Now that really improved my appetite," said Stephanie.
"Want to play some more?"
"Later on you can return the favour. Now I want to go get something to eat."
"Fine by me." They dressed and went outside and got into Stephanie's car and drove downtown where there were several good Chinese restaurants.
Over sweet and sour pork with garlic sauce, Stephanie said, "I almost came today when I thought about you."
"Mmmm."
There weren't too many other people in the place, but they talked softly nevertheless.
"I thought about your tongue and how it made me feel and how good you tasted when you came in my mouth."
Blanche finished her food and took a sip out of her tea. The waiter came over.
"Will there be anything else?"
"Coffee for me," said Stephanie.
"I'll have the same." He took away their dishes and returned shortly with the coffee. Both girls lit up cigarettes. The meal had been good and the air-conditioning felt nice, but the way Stephanie was feeling was even nicer.
"Sometimes it's hard to concentrate when I think about you," said Stephanie. "I almost loused up someone's account today."
"Wouldn't want to do that."
"No, I'd get fired for sure."
"Would you like to come back to my place for a while?" asked Blanche.
"Well, it's getting sort of late."
"What if I told you I'd eat you until you begged me to stop," said Blanche.
"Waiter, may we have the check please?