It was going to be one hell of a two months if Jassy was going to act like a cock-starved whore.
Jassy didn't go to the kitchen immediately. First she ducked into her room for a few minutes to calm the excitement that had run through her ever since she had seen Scott Thorpe sitting there in her very own living room. She knew she was too old to be feeling such euphoria over meeting the boss' son, so to speak, but she felt like a little girl with her first crush.
"Oh, God," she said aloud, unable to contain herself, "the way he looked at me!"
She threw herself down on the bed and shivered deliciously, nudging the tips of her hugely billowing tits into the mattress until she could feel a warm tingling excitement catching fire in her pussy.
Shit, she had never met a man like him before. Cool, handsome, sophisticated and rich. My god, what more could a woman ask for in a man?
Scott Thorpe was like someone out of one of the romantic novels she was always reading. The kind of man she would never meet in a mining town like Beaulea. The kind of man who would fall in love with her and take her away from all the dirt and dust of the mines to go live happily ever after on his yacht or in his mansion. There was no mistaking that gleam of desire that she'd spotted in his darkly flashing eyes when she made her entrance in the skimpiest clothes she could find. He was definitely interested in her, she could tell that much!
The wildly happy blonde took a deep breath and closed her eyes tight, reliving every moment of the tension-charred meeting that had taken place only moments before. Then she tried to relax herself, for she did have to go back to the living room and bring them their coffee but she had to do something first and she had just enough time! Slowly, she turned over on her back and parted her long, whitely tapering legs just slightly. Then, with the slender fingers that had recently touched Scott Thorpe's hand, she touched the soft down-covered skin of her belly, then moved them slowly toward the top of her microscopic shorts. Jassy's full pink lips quivered in excitement, and she let her tongue make a lazy wet trail across them. Her golden-blonde hair lay in a disheveled froth about her head, as her thoughts centered on the handsome man she had just met.
"Oh, Scott…" she moaned lovingly. "Scott…" It was not the first time she had called a man's name in a romantic fantasy, but this time, the daydreaming girl was able to make herself really feel that the man she was calling was with her, actually able to make herself really feel that Scott was with her, actually in the bedroom. In fact, in her mind it was his hand touching her, not her own delicate fingers. His hand was unzipping the top of her shorts and insinuating itself downward to touch the soft little mound of her virginal pussy, grazing the pale silken hair that covered it.
"Oh, Scott… you shouldn't touch my cunt… we shouldn't," she mewled dreamily, lost completely in her dream-life. Her thighs, already slightly parted, parted a little further. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she could feel the blood racing hotly through her veins. Her body quivered as a heated sensation of desire filled her belly, a desire made all the more acute because it had never actually been fulfilled. Oh, how much she wanted a man like Scott, needed him.
Her finger moved slowly down into the tendrils of golden blonde hairs until she reached the tight little cleft of her innocent cunt. There her sensitive pussylips pulsed with a slowly rising wetness as she began to imagine what it would be like the first time she was alone with Scott Thorpe. Her back arched slightly off the bed as her fingers searched downwards into the folds of her softly hidden cunt flesh. With a rapturous sigh of lust, she found the hotly throbbing tip of her clit, and a sharp hot thrill rushed up her spine as the tender wet surface was exposed to the hungry fingering of her cunt. Then, the romantically dreaming blonde began a steady back and forth motion with her outstretched middle finger, rubbing the satiny tissues of her virgin pussy and making them respond with sizzling ripples of pleasure that coursed upward to every part of her slender young body.
"Oh, Scott, darling… darling," she chanted as lurid sensations of erotic hotness churned shamelessly in her cunt. "Oh, how much I want you to fuck me!"
Soon the mounting flashes of desire became almost overwhelming, as she continued to greedily rub her lust-swollen clit, all the while imagining that it was Scott Thorpe who was teasing her blondely furred pussy with his own strong masculine fingers. Irresistible torrents of forbidden pleasure shot through her thrashing limbs, and a wonderfully pleasurable radiance seemed to surround her like a magic cloud. Deep in her heart she knew that what she only imagined, would soon be real, she would make it real, and soon she would be in Scott Thorpe's arms, moaning to him just as she moaned to herself in the seclusion of her bedroom. At that moment, an aching, billowing sensations overwhelmed her and she knew she had reached the apex of self-induced cum.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnngghhhhhh," she groaned rapturously was the waves of her cum swept over her wildly writhing body, "Uuuuuuummggggggghhhhh! Scott… Scott… Scotttttttttt!"
The young girl lay still for a few minutes gathering her breath and then she rose stiffly from the bed, zipping up her pants at the same time.
She wished it had been Scott Thorpe's cock fucking her instead of her own fingers, but she was going to make sure that someday soon his prick did screw her pussy. She wanted him to like her, maybe even love her, and take her away from this place!
It wasn't that she didn't love Beaulea, she really did, it was just that she felt as though it were swallowing her up, as though life were passing her by. She wanted to get out of the mountains if even just for a little while. She had never had the chance before now, but she might have found it with Scott Thorpe, he might be the ticket she needed to make her getaway. She knew that he liked her, he certainly looked at her as if he did, and she was going to use that for all she could. His girl friend might pose a problem though, but somehow, she didn't think so. Amanda Woods was beautiful and charming, but somehow Jassy didn't think that she loved Scott or he loved her. They had a strange relationship, she could tell that even in the short time she had known them, not at all like two lovers, but more, like some kind of partnership. If Scott made a play for her, Jassy wasn't going to stop him. For some reason she didn't think that Amanda would care, and not only that, but if Scott really loved her in the first place he wouldn't make a pass at another woman, would he? Yep, if the chance came along, she was going to grab it no matter what!
Her only real problem in that respect was going to be Dirk Mulligan. He had appointed himself her guardian the day her father had died, and she had accepted his help and friendship because she had needed it, but she had her own life to live now and she didn't need his help anymore. If she could make him understand that then she would have no more problems. She would go away with Scott when he left and that was that.
The pretty young blonde pulled her T-shirt down over her voluptuous tits and reached for the door knob. The first thing she had to do to make Scott like her was to get him the coffee she promised him, then, she would work on getting him to screw her. She could hardly wait!
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning was Sunday and Scott and Amanda were formally met by the Beaulea Mine manager and the other members of the town for a giant pancake breakfast after church. Then, with a select group of men, the two newcomers were given a tour of the main shaft and different levels of the mine.
Amanda and Scott listened attentively as the various workings of the mine were explained to them and the structure and names of the parts of the mine were explained. As far as Amanda was concerned, she smiled and appeared to be listening, but actually the words went in one ear and out the other,