Chapter 2
Sandy stood under the spraying water of the shower with soapy suds running down her wet naked body. Her mind was in a turmoil, and in spite of her efforts to concentrate on something else, she kept hearing the lewd sounds seeing the perverted sight of the kneeling man between the woman's outstretched legs.
Transferring her thoughts to the afternoon when she'd gone to the boarding house looking for a place to live, she remembered the older woman who introduced herself as being Ma Perry, the proprietor. Sandy had been surprised to learn that she had to share the bathroom with Ma Perry's daughter and son-in-law. They were the only other people sleeping on the first floor and the son-in-law helped take care of the boarding house. She'd explained that they had breakfast at seven in the morning, lunch at twelve noon, and dinner at six in the evening.
When she asked for a key, Sandy had been told by Ma Perry that it wasn't needed. No one locked their bedrooms. Also, the young blonde had learned that she could not cook in her room, and that any damage would have to be paid for.
Sandy shivered in the shower as she realized how difficult it was going to be for her to learn to live like this! God, what poverty! As if there was anything she could damage in her bare bleak room!
With her eyes closed, she soaped her face and was just rinsing the suds off when she heard a door open. Hurriedly wiping her face with the bath cloth, she opened her eyes and saw a figure standing at the open door of the shower stall looking at her. Feeling the sting of soap in her eyes, she thought, Oh Darn! Turning to let the water flow over her face again, she called, "Is that you Mrs. Perry?"
"No!" a female voice said . . . a voice that sounded vaguely familiar.
Drying her face again, Sandy stared out at the woman. Her mouth gaping, she quickly held her towel in front of her naked body and the woman continued to stare, a half smile on her face. Sandy recognized the dark-haired woman as the same one she'd just seen in the parlor a few minutes ago. She was about thirty, short shaggy hair and a plump, but well curved body.
"I'm sorry . . . I . . . I thought I was alone," the young school teacher stammered. She didn't like to have someone see her when she was naked.
"You're the new teacher, ain't you," the woman smiled.
Sandy could only shake her head in a yes motion as she suddenly felt nervous at the woman's leering stare. A good-looking woman in a masculine sort of way, the older girl seemed to be enthralled with the young blonde's body.
The dark-haired woman was staring in undisguised interest as she moved her eyes up and down, taking in the tall young teacher standing in the spraying shower.
"You're getting your towel wet," she said as she reached out and took the towel after dropping her own robe outside the shower stall.
Sandy felt the woman's small up-thrust breasts pressing against her arm as the naked brunette continued to stand in the shower with her. She turned her back and began to scrub the soap off her so she could get out of here and go to her room.
'That's no way to scrub your back. Here, let me do it for you," the dark-haired woman said.
"The warmness of the older woman's voice made Sandy obey and she stood straight and stiff while the woman took the bath cloth and gently began to rub her back. Sandy found herself trembling but for the life of her couldn't imagine why.
"Now, wasn't that better?" the woman asked as she handed the cloth back to Sandy and placed her hands on her naked hips in intimate companionship.
"Yes, thank you," the young teacher said as she turned her face toward the shower wall and began to rinse the rest of the soap off her so she could get out of here and go to her room.
Marie licked her lips and quickly stepped into the shower again, directly behind the young blonde, her hands trembling with anticipation. "I might as well use the same shower. You're just about finished anyway," she purred as her naked thigh touched Sandy's.
"But.. . but.. . " the young girl stammered.
"It's all right, honey. Just save water, that's all," she said soothingly. "By the way, I'm Marie Jansen. My mother owns the boarding house, and I live here with my husband, Sam."
"I . . . I'm Sandy Miller," the blonde teacher mumbled, her voice quavering, unsure of being here with a naked woman. But she seemed to be a good woman. Probably thought nothing of being in a shower with no clothes on and touching another naked woman. And the man she'd been with was her husband, so what was she worried about? It sure would be hard getting used to the way these people lived!
"Come on, honey, move over a bit," the older woman said, gripping Sandy's waist. It seemed as if Marie's strong hands would fit all the way around her slender body with fingers touching. She must be a hard working woman, she was so strong!
Sandy smiled and said, "Okay." She moved against the shower wall and raised her hands to wipe her face. The water flooded over her eyes and mouth as she felt the woman tighten her grip on her waist. Turning away from the water, the young girl used the bath cloth to wipe the water from her face just as Marie pulled her close against her own naked body.
"Wha . . . what are you doing," Sandy said, a small sound of surprise contorting her words. She felt the soft wet nakedness of the strange woman against her as their naked loins met. She wondered if it was her imagination or if Marie was really grinding her hair-covered vaginal mound into her own loins. The warm water showered down on both of them, soaking their nakedness, lulling Sandy into the false illusion that it felt the same as being cuddled close to Paul.
"I . . . I'll go now," she stammered as she suddenly realized she was beginning to get excited by the feel of the other woman.
"No, not yet. You still got soap on your back!"
"No.. . it's all off!"
"Sandy, honey, soap will irritate that baby-soft skin you have. You'd better learn that this soap is not like what you're used to," Marie placed her hand on the soft glistening mounds of the girl's buttocks, and turned her around.
Sandy wasn't sure, but it felt like the older woman was deliberately holding her. The way they were standing, the young girl could feel Marie's curly pussy hair tickling her sensitive ass-cheeks. The tingling sensations raced through her body as she jerked away from the strong hands.
"N-no!" Sandy gasped.
"You come from the city, huh?"
Sandy nodded. She didn't want to continue this conversation. The woman was only trying to show her the ways of common people, but this was more than she wanted to know. Besides, she had an instinctive feeling that the older female was deliberately being lewd.
The young blonde reached for her towel, trying to wiggle her hips past the other woman and get away, but Marie let her hand slide teasingly across Sandy's wet shining pussy curls, and said, "Don't go yet. You're too nervous. Let me give you a massage."
Sandy didn't want to get off on the wrong foot her first day here, and the woman did sound almost angry. She tried to relax as Marie brazenly reached out and caressed her naked back. In spite of her instinctive revulsion, it felt good and the young blonde enjoyed the sensations spreading out from the pit of her flat little belly. A warm moist feeling was flowing into her vagina, filling her with pleasant shivering excitement as she felt the dark-haired woman's pussy hair pressing against the ultra-sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks. And then, Marie spun her around, facing her, as she massaged her shoulders, slowly letting her hands drop lower and lower until they were caressing the new teacher's warmly tingling breasts.
Sandy could feel the older woman move in closer, pushing out her hips until her dark-haired cuntal mound was pressed against her own vagina. The feeling was so lewdly sensational that she only vaguely wondered if the woman was knowingly thrusting her hips back and forth, causing her throbbing cunt to thrill to every suggestive movement. Her vagina was pulsating with an obscene excitement, just the way it had that last night with Paul.
"That's it.. . just relax . . . relax . . . " the dark-haired woman crooned, feeling her own wanton hunger growing intolerably in her loins . . .
Outside the first floor window, there were shadows moving along, keeping close to the wall. The two young teenage boys moved stealthily along toward the lighted windows of the boarding house bathroom, followed by several other youths. They were peeping into open windows to see if there was anything exciting going on. Not having much entertainment for young boys in Medoc, Oregon, they liked to sneak out at night and get their kicks from watching other people. One of the boys, Stuart, was a hot-headed youngster, bold and bossy with all the other kids, the very image of his father the local Judge Monti Wagner.
Stuart Wagner was known to all his friends as Stu, and what he said was law to the teenagers. He was the number one leader because his father ran the town.
This particular evening they had been drinking some Oregon oh god!, a rot-gut vodka that was made at a nearby illegal still, hidden away in the mountains, and they were looking for trouble. They needed a girl and if they found one tonight, God help her. Usually when they needed sex, they went to the farm workers camp high up in the hills, but tonight they didn't have a car and six miles was too far to walk. The boys got by with their juvenile pranks in the town because no one wanted to be the one to tell the judge that his son was a problem.
After they'd finished off the mason jar of vodka, it had been a dull quiet night.. . too quiet for healthy young boys. The itinerant farm workers up in the hills would do anything for kicks, being hard-working, hard-playing, uncomplicated people. But, there was no way of getting there without stealing a car, and the only car they could find was the judge's. Well that was out!
Being too drunk to use their head, they began to prowl the town. Like a pack of hound's on the whiff of something, they headed straight for Ma Perry's boarding house, on the chance they might see Marie. She was usually good for a laugh or two if nothing else, running around with no clothes on, sucking her old man off, or fucking with anyone she could lure into her mother's parlor.
Marie didn't like Stu, but then a lot of people didn't, feeling he was nothing but a juvenile delinquent. But, not his father! Judge Wagner just grinned and made excuses for him, saying he was just a growing boy. After all he didn't have a mother to guide him having died when he was just a little baby. "And, hell, you all know -boys will be boys," the judge said. No one pointed out to him that he had sentenced one young farm worker fourteen years old to two years in the state reformatory for siphoning two gallons of gas from a car.
Feeling horny and mean tonight, Stu sneaked up to the only lighted window of the boarding house and peered into the bathroom where Sandy and Marie were in the shower. As soon as he saw the women, he froze, motioning his friends to be quiet and pointing at the square of light. Lifting up higher to the window, he supported himself with his elbows on the window sill and stared in at the salacious spectacle that met his eye. His mouth fell open and his youthful penis jerked into an almost immediate erection.
Jesus Christ! There was Marie Jansen, naked! Sam Jansen's wife naked as a jaybird and copping feels from another female! He'd been right to think she might be a dyke, because she was holding on to the other woman just like a guy would have done. Wow, he was going to see one hell of an act tonight!
His alcohol stunned brain took in the whole scene. Marie had some girl, with a sensation body, in her arms and her big fleshy titties glistened with the water from the shower. The blonde's nipples were stiff and shaped like pencil erasers, and Marie was rubbing her back, her stomach, her tits, and her cunt! Her cunt! Ole dyke Marie was rubbing the young girl's hair-covered pussy with her own. It was an obscene motion that made his painfully pulsating cock jerk into even greater hardness. Too bad old Jansen's wife didn't have a cock or he'd get to see two women fucking each other tonight!
The girl seemed to be enjoying it in a relaxed way, her head forward, her arms hanging down limp at her sides. Only her legs and thighs seemed to strain as Marie thrust against her. But she had a blissful expression on her face.
"Here . . . you got some more soap on you," Sandy jumped as she heard Marie exclaim and then trembled as the older woman began to wipe across her tingling breasts as though she were washing away the suds.
As Stu watched he crouched against the window, practically hanging from the window sill now by his fingers, his lust-widened eyes just peering over the edge. He couldn't see any soap on the young girl, but then Ole Lady Jensen didn't care, it looked like she just wanted to run her hand all over the girl's luscious body.
While the older woman caressed one firmly ripened breast of the strange blonde, Stu saw Marie reach down and clutch one of the girl's wetly glistening ass-cheeks with the other hand. Wowee, that old biddy was going to make the broad, right there in the shower! He shoved his buddies backwards, drooling down his chin as he gasped for breath. Marie was pinching and squeezing that neat butt, pretending to be rinsing off the soap. The girl seemed to be enjoying it, but then, he couldn't be sure. Maybe the old gal was going to rape her.. . force the blonde into lesbian activities. Jeez, he'd heard about that happening . . . one female raping another and making her like it!
Meanwhile, the scene Stu was watching was all too real to Sandy. She thought that all this massaging must be wrong! Awfully wrong! Yet it did feel so good, and the older woman just wanted to be friends. She supposed that some people just didn't think anything of it. Almost in a hypnotic trance, she told herself that she'd had a bad time earlier in the evening and she was tired and nervous from the strain of seeing Marie and her husband in a lewd embrace. The massage definitely was relaxing her, and maybe that was why it felt so good. Besides, it was nice to have a friend, even if she had thought she was a bad woman earlier. After all, Marie had been with her husband!
The dark-haired woman's hand touched the blonde's taut little belly and that felt good too, making her love-starved body tremble with an unknown delight. She began to feel drowsy and wished she could lie down on a bed and let Marie massage her all over her tingling body.
Now, Stu had his face flat up against the window with his eyes bulging out. He was barely making a sound as he breathed shallowly in his throat, but he wanted to gasp for air, ease his constricted throat even though he knew he couldn't. He didn't want them to see him before it was all over.
"There . . . feel better now?" he heard Marie say to the strange girl.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh, yes . . . thank you!"
"You poor kid. I bet you've never been out of the city, and this mountain air is awfully thin for strangers." The older woman reached out for the girl, and then pressing their mouths together, she kissed her with a warm passion. A second later, crushing the young blonde against her own naked body, she lowered her mouth and began kissing her on the neck and shoulder.
"I feel good now," Sandy whispered. "So relaxed."
"You liked my massage, did you?" Marie whispered, emotion constricting her throat. "Well, I used to work as a masseuse." Her eyes narrowed seductively, "You see, it was one of those massage parlors where they catered to special customers."
Sandy barely heard her words as the older woman slowly worked her hot hungry mouth down from her neck to the fleshy up-thrust mounds of her breasts. Oh God, it felt so nice . . . and strangely enough, she could feel a wild pulse-beat of carnal delight deep up inside her vagina . . . just like she'd felt that night with Paul. She suddenly stopped in her thoughts and with a jerk pulled away from Marie's arms.
"I'd better go," she stammered, staring at the naked woman.
"I'll take you to your room," Marie soothed, "You're awfully tired."
"I . . . I can go alone," Sandy mumbled. "Besides, you haven't had your shower."
"If you'll wait just a minute, I'll be finished." Marie thought quickly, "Here, you can scrub my back now."
"I'm too tired," Sandy moved to step from the shower stall.
"But, I washed your back," a hurt moaning voice said. "Friends help each other."
The young blonde was having trouble thinking straight, but she knew that she couldn't hurt the older woman's feeling especially after she'd been so nice to her. So she leaned against the shower wall and waited, saying, "Okay."
Marie soaped her entire body and then turned her back to the strange school teacher, and said, "Scrub it hard."
"Is that the way," Sandy said quietly as she tentatively rubbed the washcloth across the naked back of her new found friend.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeh man, that really feels good. Harder!" Marie whispered, sensuously twisting her wet fleshy buttocks back against the girl's naked belly. "Lower," she added.
Sandy leaned against the stall, carelessly scrubbing the cloth across the woman's naked flesh, unconscious to the thoughts that were swirling in the older woman's head. Actually, she was so drained by her emotional needs that she had to get to bed very soon and go to sleep or she would collapse.
"Here, now wash my belly," Marie turned quickly, and thrust her full, sensuous breasts out in the strange girl's face. "My body ain't as nice as yours, but I ain't had no complaints."
"You're a nice woman, Marie."
"You're beautiful! I betcha the boys drive you crazy," Marie said enticingly as she reached out and lowered her hands until the tips of her fingers were touching the blonde's soft curling pussy hair. "So nice!"
"I'm engaged," Sandy said simply. "He's the only boyfriend I have." She forced her hips backward seeking to escape the tantalizing touch but the fingers followed her and began once again caressing her hotly throbbing vaginal flesh.
"Well, he's sure a lucky man," the older woman breathed heavily now, the feel of the girl's cuntal warmth was driving her crazy. God, if only Sam would never come home from playing poker with the boys. She'd like to take this rich bitch right now, right here on the bathroom floor. But what if Sam came home.
"You have the nicest tits," she gasped, unable to control her lewd emotions any longer. Covering both fleshy mounds with her hands, she began to massage them with a rapidity that caused the young girl to exclaim.
"No . . . don't touch me like that anymore!" Oh God! she had to stop these indecent caresses before she lost control of herself.
The older woman stepped back, and stared into the face of the blonde, her face contorted with both anger and lust. She'd show the snob! Thought she was too good for a backwoods ' mountain woman! For a second she fought the urge to take the girl forcefully, and do really wild things to her that she'd never forget. But, this was the new school teacher and they were hard to find, especially for this town where the nearest city was two hundred miles away.
Stepping toward the open door to the shower stall, Marie murmured, "Okay, that's enough for me. Come on, I'll take you to your room."
"I can go alone. I'm okay," the young blonde said as she reached for her towel.
"I'll give you a 'welcome to Medoc' drink in my room first, then." Marie was thinking furiously of a way to get her in bed. God, it'd been a long time since she'd just let go with another female and not give a damn who knew about it.
"Not tonight.. . another time," Sandy sighed.
Marie stared at the self assured proud young blonde and wanted to slap her face. If anyone needed to be brought down a peg, it was this new teacher. Still, though, she had excited the girl in the shower; the girl had responded, so maybe there still was hope.
"It'll make you feel better! she said warmly.
"I feel fine!"
The older woman was not going to give up. She was going to have this smart-ass blonde, and tonight.. . before Sam came home. The enticing young body of hers was driving her out of her gourd. This straight little school teacher was worth taking chances for, even forcing her if necessary . . . and once she turned her on to all-girl sex, why life would be interesting all winter.
"Well, all right, you can give me a drink. I need one," Marie said firmly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any alcohol," Sandy said, taking her robe from the chair and putting it on.
"I'll bring mine to your room, and we'll drink there while you relax," she said quickly.
"I'd rather not, Marie!"
"Well, all right! But, what's wrong with me? Don't you like me? I know! You don't like common folks like me," she said in a hurt-filled voice.
"No, you're wrong! I'm just so tired!" Sandy whispered, feeling embarrassed. Oh God, how do you keep from hurting someone's feelings? she thought.
"Well, that's more reason to have a big jolt before going to bed. You may be too tired to sleep," Marie insisted. "Unless, you're too good to have a drink with me."
"No, I'm not," Sandy sighed in resignation.
"All right then . . . just one."
'Then, it's all settled," the older woman said as she put her arm around the young blonde and squeezed her shoulder. "Sam says I drink too much, but that's what he thinks about everyone except himself."
Marie's eyes were glowing with lust as she led the reluctant young teacher down the hall to her bedroom.
"Come on in while I get the bottle," the dark haired woman said as she opened the door.
"I'll just wait here," Sandy said as she leaned wearily against the open door.
Stu and his cohorts had dropped to the ground as soon as the two women left the bathroom and closed the door behind them. It was no problem to find the Jansens' bedroom, but which one did the girl sleep in? With Stu in the lead, he stopped and scratched his youthful chin. There was a woman who had been staying here at Ma Perry's who left only last week to go to California. Maybe that was the room where the good looking blonde was living now. Knowing that Marie was stopping at her room to get a bottle, the fifteen and sixteen year old boys stopped at the window to the room where Sandy was sleeping, and squatted in a circle. Quietly they discussed the naked bodies, the difference in the breasts, pussy mounds and ass-cheeks of the two women, for the benefit of the ones who didn't see too well. "Oh shit."
"Oh fuck."
"Oh damn."
"Wheweeeeeee!"
"Oh, fuck is right! Fuck the blonde bitch," Stu said drunkenly as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a flat bottle of the potent vodka. Instead of passing it around, he took a big swig and put it back in his pocket. The other boys licked their lips, but didn't complain. They knew it wouldn't get them anything except a slug in the head.
"Wow, I always thought Mrs. Jansen looked like a man. My mother said that one time she had a bad back and Marie came to give her a massage. She told my Dad, and I heard her through the window. She said old lady Jansen did some funny things to her," one of the younger boys stated excitedly.
"Who's the blonde? Do you know, Stu?"
"Never knew there was anyone like her around here," the leader of the teenagers smiled. "But, I'll find out.. . real soon! I gotta get closer to that one!"