Rhonda grinned widely at Tracey Summers, her cute blonde co-worker. She still couldn't believe that it had been so easy to land a secretarial job at Underwood's. She had walked in, taken a typing test, been interviewed by Cora Peterson, the middle-aged personnel manager, and been hired on the spot.
"I'm so glad they hired you," Tracey bubbled. "I was sure that they'd hire some old fogey like Cora and I'd be stuck working with someone who made nasty comments about my lunches with Frank."
"Frank?" Rhonda questioned, trying in vain to remember who Frank was.
"Frank Davis, my boss," Tracey giggled. "We have to be so careful, it's just ridiculous. Cora Peterson is a real bitch. If she thought I was having lunch with Frank every day, she'd call up his wife and get me fired for sure."
"You mean Frank's married?" Rhonda sputtered, not quite grasping what Tracey was saying.
"Sure, everybody's married around here, except bitchy Cora. That's why she's such an old gossip."
She put her hand to her mouth and groaned. "Oh, God, I hope you didn't put down that you were married, Rhonda. If she thinks you're going out with one of the guys shell call your husband and cause all sorts of trouble, if I hadn't talked my way out of it, Roy would have divorced me because of Cora."
Suddenly Rhonda started laughing. "Underwood's sounds like a regular Peyton Place," she giggled. "At least working here won't be boring."
"Just don't let Cora catch you out with Phil Underwood," Tracey cautioned. "She's a good friend of Carole Underwood's and I think Carole's got her spying on Phil here at the office. That's why Myra got fired. Cora called Carole and told her Myra was after her husband and Phil had to fire her to keep Carole happy. It's a regular three-ring circus around here."
"Well, don't worry about me getting involved with Mr. Underwood," Rhonda laughed. "I'm sure he's not interested in an old married lady from the suburbs."
Tracey giggled again. "I wouldn't be too sure about that," she replied. "I saw the way Phil looked at you when you took those letters this morning and I'd say that he's pretty interested. He practically leered at you. Didn't you see it?"
Rhonda tried not to blush. She had noticed that Mr. Underwood glanced a little too long at her legs as she bent over the filing cabinet in his office. Still… Tracey was probably just stirring up excitement. Philip Underwood could surely have any woman he wanted. He was one of the mast handsome men she'd ever seen. He probably stared like that at all his new secretaries.
When Rhonda was called into Mr. Underwood's office after lunch, she tried to see whether Tracey was right. He did have a distressing habit of running his eyes up and down her body. She had trouble concentrating on her shorthand, with him staring at her like that. She took a deep breath and managed to get through the letter he dictated.
"Very good, Rhonda," he said, winking at her. "I can tell that you're going to be a good secretary. I'll tell you what. Why don't I talk to Tracey and I'll take both of you girls out for a drink after work to celebrate your first day with us."
Rhonda thought quickly. It was Bill's bowling night. He usually didn't get home until midnight. It certainly couldn't hurt anything to have a quick drink with Mr. Underwood and then go home. After all, what could happen with Tracey there?
"Uh… yes. Thank you, Mr. Underwood. I'd like that," she replied, blushing deeply.
"Oh, one more thing, Rhonda," he called out as she moved toward the door. "This is on the QT. I'm really not supposed to socialize with the staff. It makes the rest of the crew jealous."
Rhonda smiled in understanding. She blushed even deeper, though. She wondered if Tracey had been right. Maybe Phil Underwood was being more than friendly. Still, it surely wouldn't hurt to have one quick drink with him.
"It's our secret, Mr. Underwood," she promised gravely. "I won't say a word to anyone."
As soon as the afternoon break arrived, Tracey and Rhonda ducked out to grab a quick cup of coffee at the lunch counter in the basement.
"I guess you know your way around," Tracey gasped as soon as the waitress had left. "A date with Phil already, and you've only been at work for five hours."
Rhonda couldn't help but giggle. Tracey looked absolutely astounded and that made her laugh even harder. She really didn't think that Phil meant anything except pure and simple friendliness by his offer of a drink, but Tracey seemed to think differently. Even if Phil made a pass, it would serve Bill right for not being more exciting in bed. Of course she wouldn't actually let anything happen with Phil, but it made her feel good that it could.
"It's just the perfect night for it," Tracey confided. "Tonight's the night that Roy works late and he'll never know if I come home from work a couple of hours later than usual. What are you going to tell your husband, Rhonda?"
"Oh, he won't be home," Rhonda said, sipping the last of her coffee. "It's his bowling night."
Promptly at five o'clock Tracey and Rhonda gathered their coats and purses and left the office. They went directly to the bar where they were to meet Phil.
Tracey talked a blue streak as they waited. Rhonda joined in the conversation but she really didn't listen until Tracey started talking about sex.
"Would you believe it, Rhonda? I was so damn dumb. I was married to Roy for a whole year before I found out that there was more to sex than a quick fuck and a kiss goodnight. Roy never did anything to turn me on. We never did anything except straight fucking. Can you believe that?"
Rhonda nodded slowly. "Oh, I can believe it, alright," she answered, taking another gulp of her drink. "What did you do about it when you found out that something was missing?"
Tracey laughed. "Well… first I went out and got this job," she confided. "Then, when Frank invited me for a drink, I went. We started meeting whenever Roy had to work late and I finally went to bed with Frank. I just couldn't believe it the first time he went down on me. It was so fantastic I almost died."
Rhonda felt her face flaming. She was glad that the bar was dimly lit. She didn't really want Tracey to know that she didn't have the foggiest idea what she was talking about.
"I just can't believe that I was so dumb," Tracey went on. "I mean, being married for a whole year and not knowing how wonderful it was to have a man lick my pussy. Isn't that a dot?"
Rhonda managed to laugh weakly. She tried to look worldly and sophisticated but she couldn't quite pull it off.
Tracey stared at her intently and then she laughed again. "God, Rhonda. You look like I just said something shocking. What's the matter? Don't you like it when a guy licks your pussy?"
Rhonda felt her whole face flame. She took a big gulp of her drink and almost choked. "No one's ever done that to me," she said in a small voice.
"Wow!" Tracey breathed. "And I thought I was the dumb one." Then she smiled at Rhonda again.
"Why don't you go to bed with Phil?" she asked, reaching out and patting Rhonda's hand. "If he's half the man Frank is, he'll eat your pussy all night."
"Oh, Tracey," Rhonda wailed. "I just couldn't do that. I didn't even mean to tell anyone about it. I guess I'll just have to hope that Bill does it sometime. I really couldn't cheat on him."
Tracey giggled. "I've got another idea," she said. "I'll just came on to your house after we have a drink with the boys and we'll figure out something to get Bill wised up. Just leave it to me."
A couple of minutes later, Rhonda was sandwiched in between Phil and Tracey. Phil ordered drinks and then he took Rhonda's hands in his.
"Hem's to the prettiest secretary I've ever had," he said grinning at her. "I hope you stay with Underwood's a long time."
Rhonda felt her face flush. His leg was pressing up against hers and she felt like she should move away, but she just couldn't. It felt good to hear someone as that she was pretty and his leg felt so warm and alive pressing against hers that way.
Phil downed his drink quickly. "You two girls stay, if you wish," he said. "Drinks are on me. I've got to rush home. See you tomorrow, Rhonda."
He bent down and brushed his fingers against her cheek in a sort of teasing, caressing way.
"I have a feeling you're going to have to fight him off," Tracey giggled when he had left. "I've never seen Phil that interested in a new secretary. It must be your gorgeous red hair or that knockout figure of yours."
She winked lewdly. "Finish your drink, Rhonda. Let's go over to your house and have a little girl-talk session about that dumb husband of yours."
Tracey stared at Rhonda in a very intense way. Rhonda began to feel like Tracey was reading her mind, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She giggled slightly and sat up straighter.
"Well, I could be frigid," she proclaimed. "I mean… I've never gone to bed with anyone but Bill. Maybe I wouldn't have any fun with anyone else either. There's just no way to tell."
"Oh, yes there is," Tracey said in a very firm tone. "There's a perfect way to tell and we're going to find out, tight now."
She stood up and beckoned to Rhonda. "Come on, silly. Show me where your bedroom is. I've got a great idea and I just know you're going to love it."
Rhonda stood up unsteadily. She weaved to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, laughing. She felt like she had known Tracey a million years.
"O.K. How are we going to find out if I'm frigid or not? Does this bedroom look like it belongs to a frigid woman?"
Tracey laughed. "That's not why I wanted to come in here," she said, putting her hand on Rhonda's zipper and started to lower it. "I told you I've got a sure-fire way to tell. All you have to do is to get out of your clothes and we'll find out."
"This is crazy," Rhonda giggled. She helped Tracey pull off her dress and her bra and panties.
Then she sat up and giggled again. "Well, Dr. Kinsey? Do I have all the right equipment?"
Tracey ran her hand slowly over Rhonda's quivering titties. "You sure do," she gasped. "You've got marvelous titties, Rhonda. Does Bill ever suck them for you?"
"You've got to be kidding," Rhonda giggled. "Bill doesn't take time for anything like that. It's just in and out for him. It doesn't take him any more than five minutes to fuck me from start to finish."
"Tell me if you like this," Tracey instructed. She bent forward slowly and sucked one of Rhonda's hard nipples into her hot mouth.
"Aaaagh! Oh… Tracey!" Rhonda squealed. She felt like her whole body was on fire. Tracey's hot mouth was chewing on her nipple and she could feel it way down in her pussy. She squealed and creamed helplessly while Tracey continued to nibble and chew on her hard, throbbing nipple. Rhonda's whole body burned with desire. Her head swam. She didn't know what was wrong with her. It felt like her nipple was on a direct hot-line to her clit. Every time Tracey flicked her pulsing nipple with her tongue, sharp thrills shot through her horny clitty.
Tracey sat up and released Rhonda's nipple with a little plop. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any trouble there," she giggled. Then she looked at Rhonda's flushed, excited face and giggled even harder. "You like that, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Rhonda breathed. "I never dreamed that would feel so good, Tracey. Maybe I'm not frigid after all."
"I'll tell you what," Tracey suggested. "I'll just get out of my clothes and we'll try another little experiment."
She stood up and unzipped her dress. Her little round titties popped out and quivered. Rhonda gasped with astonishment when she saw that Tracey wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't really need one either. Her little titties were rock-hard and they thrust out perkily. They were perfectly shaped and firm.
Tracey giggled at Rhonda's expression. "You like my titties, don't you?" she teased. "All the guys like them. Frank says I'm the only woman he knows who doesn't sag when she lies down. See?"
Tracey spread out on the bed and rolled on her back. Her titties stuck straight out. They looked like two, creamy mountains thrusting up from her chest.
"He's right," Rhonda exclaimed. "They really don't sag. You're really lucky, Tracey. My titties are so heavy I have to wear a bra."
Rhonda tried to keep her eyes on Tracey's pretty titties. She couldn't quite do it, though. She felt her eyes lowering to Tracey's small waist, miming over the swell of her hips and then darting even lower to her pussy.
"God!" Rhonda gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes. Tracey's pussy was absolutely hairless. Her soft triangle of pussy hair was missing and there was only pretty pink skin in its place.
"It looks sexy that way, doesn't it?" Tracey giggled. She parted her thighs. Rhonda could see her puffy, soft, sweet-looking pussylips, shining with glistening drops of cream.
"I… I… I…" Rhonda stuttered. She couldn't help but stare at Tracey's exciting, bald cunt.
"It's a real blast, shaving your pussy," Tracey giggled. "Men go absolutely wild over it. They can hardly wait to stick their tongue in and lick all that pink soft skin. You ought to try it, Rhonda. I bet Bill would love it."
"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned. She clamped her legs tightly together. For some strange reason the sight of Tracey's hairless cuntlips excited her beyond belief. She felt her pussy twitching and creaming.
"I'll bet if you shaved your pussy, that would make Bill's eyes pop out," Tracey said. "Why don't you do it, right now? I'll help you."
Rhonda thought of Bill's shocked face and she started laughing. The idea really appealed to her. Maybe she could shock some life into Bill at that. She could tell him that she read about it in a model's magazine. He would never need to know about Tracey. She nodded her bead eagerly.
"Okay, I'll do it," she replied. "I think it would be fun. I can imagine the expression on Bill's face when he finds my pussy all bare."
"Go get a razor and some shaving cream," Tracey instructed. "Bring a couple of towels too. We'll do it right here. I'll even do it if you want me to."
In a couple of seconds Rhonda was back with everything. She let Tracey spread her out on the bed. She giggled nervously.
"Be careful," she warned. "Are you sure you can do it?"
"Sure," Tracey assured her. "I'm not that drunk. Here. Let me get some of this shaving cream on it."
Tracey squirted the shaving cream on the palm of her hand. Then she reached out and began to coat Rhonda's soft pussy hair.
"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned. "Oh, Tracey that feels so good." She blushed in embarrassment. Even though what Tracey was doing was perfectly innocent, it was turning her on like nothing had before. She could feel the wild thrills shoot through her cunt and center in her throbbing little clit. She wiggled a little and spread her legs so Tracey's fingers would brush against her clit.
"Mmmmm," Tracey grinned. "You're getting horny, aren't you?"
Rhonda blushed even deeper, "Yes," she whispered. "I'm sorry, Tracey. I just can't help it. It feels so good when you touch me like that."
Tracey bent over her with the razor. "Now just hold still and we'll have this done in a jiffy," she said. "Then we can take care of that nice, bald horny pussy."
The razor streaked swiftly over Rhonda's pussy hair. In no time at all she was done. Rhonda's mound was completely devoid of hair, pink and sweet and bald. Tracey wiped off the shaving cream carefully and patted Rhonda's pussy dry. "Now you can look," she said.
Rhonda looked down. Her pussy looked so strange. It reminded her of when she was a little girl, before her hair had gown. It made her feel all girlish and virginal again. She giggled delightedly.
"Oh, it looks funny," she chuckled. "It's nice, but it looks really funny."
"It may look funny to you, but it'll really turn the men on," Tracey promised. "Just look at my pussy for a second and you'll see what I mean. Just watch. Doesn't it make you want to lick and suck my pussy yourself?"
Rhonda stared. She felt the horny feelings in her pussy grow stronger and stronger. She watched the tips of Tracey's fingers trail lightly over her puffy pussylips and grasp them firmly.
She pulled them apart with her fingers and Rhonda could see all the satiny-smoothness of her moist pink pussy. Her finger traced up the smooth glistening groove and brushed lightly across her bright, stiff clit. Rhonda could see how Tracey's horny little clit trembled when her fingers brushed against it. Her own clitty throbbed in response.
"Oooooh," Rhonda moaned. "Oh, Tracey… stop. It's so sexy… it's just so sexy I don't know what to do."
Tracey giggled. "Just watch a little more," she breathed, making her fingertip roll around her little clit again.
Rhonda couldn't tear her eyes away. Tracey's pussy looked like it was unfolding. Her cuntlips were the petals of a flower and they stretched out until her inner pussy blossomed into view. Her little dark pussyhole was leaking out glistening drops of cream.
"Ooooooh," Rhonda groaned. She didn't know how much more she could stand to watch. Her fingers itched to do the same things to her own horny pussy. It was hard to keep her fingers from flying to her own stiff clit and twirling and teasing the little love bud the way that Tracey was doing.
"Ooooooh, Tracey," she moaned again. "Please… please, Tracey…"
Rhonda felt like she was growing weaker and weaker. Her legs trembled and her pussy leaked out rivers of creamy hot juices. She knew that she should tell Tracey to stop, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch and tremble in frustrated agony.
"Oh, please, Tracey… please stop," she moaned. She crossed her legs and tried to squeeze her pussy into submission. All it did was to make her hornier. She could feel her cuntlips squeeze against each other and her juice spurted out between them wetly.
"Tracey…" she groaned. The sound of her own voice was weak and shaky.
Tracey didn't seem to hear her. She groaned hotly and twirled her clit harder. Then she plunged two fingers into her snapping cuntmouth and groaned again.
Rhonda shivered all over. She felt like she was choking. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. It was all so new and terribly exciting. The harder she squeezed her thighs together, the hornier she got. Her lips ported and she licked them nervously. She could hear the sound of her own breath coating in mpg.
"Ooooooh, Tracey… I can't stand it anymore… I… I… I'm so hot! Pleeeeease…"
"Let me see," Tracey said breathlessly. She reached out and parted Rhonda's legs. "Let me see how wet your pussy is right now."
Rhonda couldn't stop shaking. She let Tracey part her thighs and then Tracey was bending over her, looking straight into her shaking, pink pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," Tracey murmured. "You are hot, aren't you, honey? Do you want me to play with you, too."
"Ooooooh, don't… Ooooooh… I don't… pleeeease…" Rhonda moaned, not really knowing what she was saying. All she could think about were Tracey's swirling fingers and how good they would feel if Tracey would twirl them against her aching clitty.
Tracey reached out slowly. It seemed as if the fingers would never reach her. She drew in her breath in a long, shuddering sigh and felt her pussy gush another flood of creamy juice. Her heart pounded in her throat and her whole body shook with desire.
Tracey's fingers circled gently around Rhonda's pussy. They tickled lightly over her puffy, bare cuntlips and made them bloat out obscenely.
"See? That feels so good, doesn't it, Rhonda? I can tell you like that. Your pussy is creaming honey all over my fingers."
Tracey held up her fingers. They were coated with Rhonda's hot cream. Then she trailed them down, over her smooth tummy and neared her pussy again.
Rhonda moaned softly. She was so horny she was shaking all over. Her puffy cuntlips puffed out and snapped open. Her whole trembling pussy was open to Tracey's light caressing touches.
"Now let's see if you can come this way," Tracey said softly. "Let's see if I can make your pussy snap around my fingers. I want to see you come, Rhonda. I want your hot honey to squirt all over my fingers."
"Ooooh," Rhonda moaned. Tracey's fingers knew just what to do. They probed and tickled all around the inside of her quivering cunt. Then they fastened around her horny clit and tweaked it lewdly.
Rhonda knew that she should tell Tracey to stop. This just wasn't right, but it felt so good. Her cunt had never felt these wonderful sweet thrills. It was like Tracey could read her mind and knew just where to touch and probe to give her the maximum thrills. She couldn't tell her to stop. She wanted to come so badly.
"You're almost there, aren't you, Rhonda," Tracey breathed. "You're almost coming. Your little clit is sticking straight up. It's begging for more. See your little clit, Rhonda? See how it sticks up and quivers?"
Rhonda looked down. Her clitty was sticking straight up, just as Tracey had said. It was swollen and hard. It looked like it was going to explode with passion. She moaned deep in her throat and shivered with lust.
"I'm going to twirl it around now," Tracey said breathlessly. "I'm going to twist it and rub it until you come. You need it, don't you, Rhonda? You need me to make you come."
"Oooooh…" Rhonda groaned. Her eyes were fastened on Tracey's flying fingers. They were doing such marvelous things to her horny pussy.
She gasped loudly. When Tracey's fingertips touched the tip of her straining clit her cuntlips fluttered wildly. Hot creamy juice poured from her spasming cunthole and ran down over Tracey's fingers.
"I'm going to make you come now," Tracey whispered. "I'm going to make you come hard. Just look at your horny little clit. See? You're going to come harder than you've ever come in your whole life."
"Ooooooh," Rhonda moaned as Tracey's fingers slipped down the slick groove of her pussy and thrust into her tight spasming pussyhole. "Ooooh, make me come. Fuck me with your fingers and make me come."
Rhonda's cunt was wet and quivery. It boiled up around Tracey's plunging fingers and sucked them in deeper. Tracey giggled and then, suddenly, she plunged them in with all her might.
"Aaaaaaaagh," Rhonda yelped. "It's here, Tracey. I'm going to came. Oh, Tracey… I'm going to come."
She felt her cunt pulse open wetly, accepting the thrust of Tracey's slick fingers. She was filled completely by her flying little fingers. She felt the thrills build to a peak and she gasped and moaned her pleasure. Her pussy was a mass of wet, silky, throbbing sensations. It was wonderful. She'd never felt anything like it in her whole life.
"Eeeeeee!" she squealed. "Oh, Tracey, aaaaaaaaaah!"
"Come, Rhonda," Tracey commanded. She thrust her fingers hard into Rhonda's wet, hot hole. "Come for me, Rhonda. Come hard."
Her titties thrust up at the air. She wished she had someone to suck on them and suddenly Tracey's mouth was there, sucking and biting and licking wildly. She felt the heat in her pussy grow unbearable and she shuddered and whimpered wildly. She had to come now. She was almost ready. Just another thrust of Tracey's fingers would finish her off.
Her heels dug into the mattress. She thrust her pussy upward, toward Tracey's plunging fingers. She met the thrust of Tracey's wonderfully hard fingers with one of her own, grinding her hips against Tracey's hand, making her fingers sink all the way up to her knuckles into her steaming silky cavern.
"Yeeeeeeees!" she screamed as Tracey's thumb found her pulsing little clit. "Yeeeeees!"
Tracey rubbed her clitty wildly. She ran her thumb over the erect little nub and pushed it back and forth with every thrust of her hard fingers. She bit and chewed on Rhonda's throbbing nipples until Rhonda went completely out of her mind with lust.
"Yes! Ooooooh, yes!" Rhonda screamed.
She lifted her hips up high. Her cunt thrust up and opened up even wider. Her pussy mouth squeezed Tracey's fingers tightly, clenching them like she would never let them go. They drew Tracey's fingers in deeper and deeper, filling up her steaming pussy tunnel with sweetness.
Her clitty shuddered wildly and thrust out against Tracey's pressing, nabbing thumb. Then she exploded violently.
"Oh, God! Here it is, Tracey… you're making me come with your fingers… oh… so good, darling… never so good like this… Aaaaaagh!"
Tracey felt the spasms run through Rhonda's body. She grinned as she looked down at Rhonda's wildly lustful face. She waited until the glorious spasms had ceased and then she drew her fingers from Rhonda's sopping cunt with a plop.
"Frigid, huh?" she giggled.
Rhonda sighed deeply. Her body was still quivering and shaking. She gasped a little and tried to catch her breath to answer. Then she broke up into peals of laughter.
"Oh, I guess I'm not," she gasped, laughing delightedly. "I'm not frigid, am I, Tracey?"
"I'll say you're not," Tracey answered, giggling right along with Rhonda. "You almost flooded my fingers out with all that hot cream. You just haven't had the right man yet, that's all."
"I guess you're right," Rhonda answered slowly. "Bill's never turned me on like that. What do you think I should do, Tracey?"
Tracey looked at Rhonda steadily. "Well… you've got two choices. Either get Bill to shape up and loosen up a little in bed, or go to bed with someone else."
Suddenly she started laughing. "Hey, I've got an idea," she giggled. "Why don't you go out on a double-date with Frank and me and Phil. I just know Phil will lick your pussy. You'd get off on that. I'll personally guarantee it."
Rhonda giggled excitedly. "Well… I really don't want to cheat on Bill, but I don't know how to get him to do it. I guess that's the only real solution."
She reached down and patted her bare pussy. "If my bald pussy doesn't work wonders on Bill tonight, I'll just have to go out with Phil. I'll let you know in the morning."
After Tracey had left, Rhonda climbed into the shower. She giggled softly to herself as the water played over her newly-bald pussy mound. She bet that Bill would be shocked.
The effect of the water pelting down on her body began to clear her head. She blushed, remembering what she had let Tracey do to her pussy. It had been fun, though. She tossed her head defiantly. At least she knew that she wasn't really frigid, the way she'd feared. It was a waste of time feeling guilty. She hadn't really cheated on Bill. She had just let a friend do something to prove she wasn't frigid. Tracey was just a girlfriend… not a man with a cock.
Rhoda toweled off and put on her sexiest negligee. She climbed under the coven and reached for a book. She would, read until Bill came home. Then she would see what happened.
Rhonda's hands wandered restlessly under the covers. They plucked at her full titties without her even realizing it. Then they slipped down her smooth body to the soft, bare mound of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, pulling the lips apart with her fingers and delving into the sweet pink softness of her newly-bald cunt. "You'd better came through tonight, Bill, or I'll just have to find someone else to play with my pretty bare pussy."
It was after midnight when Rhonda heard the car pull into the driveway. She wiggled excitedly. Any minute Bill would come into the bedroom and find her, all hot and ready for him.
"Are you still up?" Bill asked from the doorway. "I thought you'd be bushed after your first day at work."
Rhonda giggled enticingly. "Oh, I'm not tired," she said in a soft, sweet voice. "I wanted to wait up for you, honey. I thought maybe you might want a little loving tonight."
"Oh," Bill replied, thinking fast. Fucking Rhonda tonight was the last thing he wanted. He just needed some sleep before work in the morning. "Well, I'm pretty tired, honey," he said, beginning to pull off his shirt. "How about tomorrow night instead? I'm going to tale a quick shower and hop right into bed. It's been a long day."
Rhonda was still staring at the bathroom door when she heard the shower start running. She was really disappointed. She knew it wouldn't do any good to push Bill. He would just get angry if she tried to get him to fuck her now.
She gave a long, exasperated sigh. Tracey had been right. She really ought to find a lover to show her all those exciting things she dreamed about. She'd given Bill his chance and he'd blown it. If Phil Underwood asked her to go out, she'd go. Bill was an old stick in the mud and she was ready to start living.