After several hours of sound, much-needed sleep, Cathy stirred in her bed, and her eyes blinked open. For a moment she stared at the unfamiliar surroundings in frightened disorientation; but then what had happened to her that day flooded her memory and filled her naked body with a delicious warm glow of contentment, spiced with a lingering excitement.
Cathy had never imagined that any kind of sex, let alone sex with another woman, could be so thrilling. Her tawny young flesh hummed with its newly discovered sensuality and her hot little cunt still seemed to tingle madly from Angela's caressing, probing fingertips and lips and tongue. The lewd memories obsessed her, filling her loins afresh with a throbbing eagerness.
Nude, she went into the bathroom and began applying makeup to her face, using blue eye shadow, mascara, and blusher on her cheeks, finishing with a glossy red lipstick. Cathy didn't often wear makeup, but when she had finished, the effect in the mirror was stunningly sexy – as she had intended.
When Angela got home, Cathy wanted her to find the sexiest girl in the world waiting eagerly for her – sensuous and loving, and brimming over with passion, completely devoted to pleasing the older woman sexually… the desire surging through Cathy's blood was that of an adoring, unquestioning sex slave, totally infatuated with her seductive landlady, the only real friend she had made so far at school – and the only one she wanted, now.
Back in her room, Cathy got dressed in a sheer blouse, miniskirt, and high-heeled shoes, instead of the boyish outfit she'd worn before. Her budding and very promising breasts were clearly visible through the blouse, their firm little red nipples straining against the flimsy material.
She didn't bother to put on any panties, enjoying the sense of freedom that gave her and wanting to be hot and ready for Angela's lovemaking at a moment's notice… if she sat down and wasn't careful about crossing her silken legs, her pink, gleaming pussy could be seen peeping through her golden pubic hair. She decided that she'd make sure Angela noticed it!
Cathy then wandered impatiently through the large empty house, examining it, smoking a cigarette, wondering what else she might do to surprise and please Angela while she waited. The dishes were done and the house looked immaculate.
Feeling a little tense from the excitement, Cathy poured herself a large glass of wine from the big bottle in the refrigerator and sat at the kitchen table to drink it, trembling involuntarily as startlingly vivid images of her sexual play with Angela flashed through her thoughts. Angela… so mature and worldly-wise and beautiful… so wild in bed!
The front door could be heard opening and Cathy jumped up, her heart beating wildly. She hurried into the living room, her lovely face blushing, only to sigh with disappointment. It was only a guy about her own age – probably the other roomer Angela had told her about.
Derek, for his part, stopped short in the vestibule, gulping, devouring Cathy's shimmering blonde girl, sex-hungry blue eyes, and sensual mouth with his gaze. He could see her luscious pert tits and rosy nipples through her thin blouse and the sight made his mouth water.
Her narrow waist, softly curved hips, and sleek tanned thighs looked perfect, too. He would've given a year's tuition just to have those legs locked around his waist for five minutes while he fucked away mindlessly deep between them!
"Hi! Uh, my name's Derek," he finally said.
"I know," Cathy retorted sullenly, totally unimpressed and making her lack of interest insulting clear. "I'm Cathy – the new roomer. You don't know where Angela is, do you?"
"Ms. Sutherland? She's probably got a class," Derek replied, a powerful hard-on already rising inside his jeans. "Say – why don't I put my books away and I'll come down and we'll – talk, get to know each other?" he suggested hopefully.
Still shrugging with disappointment, Cathy waved her hand as though brushing away a bothersome fly. "Don't bother, I'm waiting for Angela."
She turned her back on him and retreated into the kitchen. So I'm rude! she thought. Big fucking deal! It was Angela she wanted… she hungered for the soft-breasted, sympathetic brunette, not some dumb would-be-stud college jock. She lit up another cigarette and refilled her glass with wine, daydreaming erotically at the kitchen table.
If only there was something she could so for Angela while she waited, to show her just how much she meant to her! Then their conversation in bed just after they'd come together, again and again, in a frenzied sixty-nine, invaded Cathy's thoughts with the force of a divine revelation:
"I'll do anything in the world for you, Angela, honestly… just let me live here with you!" Cathy had sobbed.
"Anything?" Angela repeated in a doubting whisper, stroking Cathy's behind. "Would you – have sex with someone else if I wanted you to?"
"Yes! I mean… I guess so, if you really wanted me to. I'd do it for you – no other reason. Just for you! I'd do anything for you, Angela, I swear!"
"Oh? And if I told you exactly how to go about it, would you go out and pick up boys and girls for me?"
"Yes! Whatever you tell me to do, just so long as I can stay with you…"
Remembering the conversation, the wild, reckless promises she had so eagerly and unthinkingly made, Cathy sipped more wine, feeling emboldened and almost a little high.
Derek was a boy – a man, really, twenty-one at the most, she thought. And good-looking, with a nice build, not a creep or a reject. He wasn't exactly a pickup, since he lived right here in the house; but if Angela liked boys as well as girls, why couldn't Cathy get Derek for her? Maybe that was what Angela had been hinting at…! Maybe the teacher had the hots for Derek already, but was too shy to approach him…?
Cathy poured more wine into her glass, beginning to get excited as she imagined the look of delight and approval on Angela's face when Cathy proudly announced:
"I've found a guy for you, Angela! He's upstairs in bed right now, waiting for you… I got him good and hot and bothered, just for you, darling! I'll let him do anything he wants to do to me, though, if you say so, if it pleases you… anything that you want, Angela; I swore it, didn't I? And I meant it! Now I can prove it to you! And he's only the first! Did I do all right? Are you happy with me, darling? Are you?"
Her eager, impulsive, almost childlike mind, now half-intoxicated from guzzling the high-proof wine too fast, never even thought about the possibility that Angela might have already screwed Derek… or that she wanted other boys and girls for threesomes and sex games, not just for her own consumption. At any rate, though, Angela had made it clear that she wanted Cathy to have sex with other boys and girls.
The girls were no problem, now that Cathy was aware of just how exciting lesbian lovemaking could be. But she was still a virgin, technically speaking; she'd never let a boy screw her. The mere thought of having her tender cunt stretched wide open and penetrated deeply by a hard, hot cock made her go cold with fear all over!
For a moment Cathy panicked – suppose her clumsiness and inexperience made Angela inpatient with her, even bored with her after a few days? Perhaps Cathy was missing some essential experience by not having sex with guys, something vital that would make her a better lover for Angela.
She would fuck anything or anyone at the snap of the teacher's fingers now, though, and she certainly didn't want to risk losing Angela because she was ignorant about sex! Tears filled her eyes at the mere thought.
With complete singleness of purpose, Cathy grabbed the half-empty wine bottle and marched upstairs. Outside Derek's closed door, however, she hesitated. She didn't think she was a dyke – at least, not in the crude sense most people used the word. But nothing any male – boy or man – could do for her in bed could begin to match Angela's gentle lovemaking, she felt sure.
Still – if she had to suffer pain and humiliation for the sake of experience – she might as well get it over with fast. She knocked loudly on the door, and a few seconds later Derek opened it, obviously surprised to see her.
"I've got to talk to you," Cathy said breathlessly.
"Sure – come on in."
She stepped into his room and deposited the bottle on his dresser. "Shut the door," she told him.
Puzzled, Derek did so. Cathy looked glassy-eyed and high, and distinctly hostile, wary… definitely not romantic or even friendly… but she was so sexy that he feared he could literally come in his pants simply from looking at the luscious young piece of ass!
The blonde girl took a deep, breast-lifting breath to steady himself. "I want to make a deal with you," she blurted out.
"Oh, yeah? What kind of a deal?"
"I've never been screwed by a guy," Cathy said shamelessly. "Do you want to screw we? Right now?"
Derek's eyes bulged out in stunned disbelief. "Are you serious?"
"You're damned right I'm serious," Cathy retorted. "Do I look like I'm kidding around? I want it… you can fuck me if you want to, but there are going to be two conditions."
"First, you can take my cherry if you have to; but I want you to teach me everything you know about fucking, whatever it takes to please a guy and turn him on."
"Second, you've got to agree to fuck a friend of mine if she wants you to – a beautiful older woman," she added wistfully, lowering her voice and avoiding his eyes.
Son of a bitch! Derek thought, still dazed. She's either crazy, or just drunk! The girl had to be at least eighteen; how could she look and dress and act like that, pure provocation, without ever having made out with a guy?
He reached for the bottle of wine, took out the cork, and tilted the bottle, taking a long swallow. If ever a man needed a drink, it was now!
"Well?" Cathy demanded uneasily. "Is it a deal? Do you want to fuck."
"Wait a fucking minute and let me get this straight," Derek said, his prick pounding away furiously inside his tight pants. "You want me to screw you, and then another woman – right? There's got to be a catch in this somewhere!"
"Take it or leave it, God damn it," Cathy snapped. "Just tell me what to do in bed, I mean. What I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong as we go along. Yes or no?"
"Hell, yes!" he gasped. Crazy or not, she was too tempting to pass up on! A guy would have to be insane himself to let an offer like hers go!
If he didn't take her up on it, she'd probably walk out of the house and let the first guy she met get into her pants, hot little nympho that she obviously was: Derek couldn't believe his incredible luck lately: first his insatiable landlady, and now this gorgeous young cunt asking him to ball her in such a businesslike manner.
She obviously didn't have all her marbles… she might even be freaked out on drugs or something… but who gave a shit about that?
"Okay, then, let's go – let's get it over with," Cathy said, stripping off her blouse.
She wasn't particularly aroused or even curious about what was going to be done to her, except theoretically – not after experiencing Angela's soft, sensual body. She only felt coldly determined to perform to the best of her ability and learn all she could.
She was naked within seconds, and Derek gaped at her tawny, temptingly curved young body, the most urgent hard-on he'd ever had in his life all but splitting the seams of his jeans.
"Well, don't just stand there, asshole – take off your clothes and let's fuck!" Cathy said brazenly.