"Sure," Victoria said excitedly, "just come around to the back and knock on the sliding glass doors." After a few more bits of conversations the now happily smiling girl skipped off across the grass, a happy anticipation coursing through her as if an old friend were coming to visit. Ben stood watching as she disappeared in the distance, muttering all the while half under his breath.
"Christ, Prince, look at that tight little ass move. There ought to be a law. There really ought to be a law." And with a sigh the big man turned away, heading for his lonely room, Prince following faithfully at his heels.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lying back contentedly on her bed after dinner, Victoria only half-listened to Penny's constant stream of conversation. The young blonde was really looking forward to the hour when Ben would bring Prince by. Sometimes she felt that there was some special bond between her and the dog, as if they were secret star-crossed lovers and by some evil plot Prince had been changed into an animal by a wicked witch. The blonde coed had always loved animals, particularly dogs, but the students were not allowed to have pets on campus. What a treat it would be to have Prince to herself for the whole night, almost as if he were hers.
But beyond her normal love for animals, Victoria found some special quality about Prince that endeared the big animal to her. Maybe it was his eyes, she thought pensively. When he looked at her she sometimes felt as if he were another person, there was such a calm intelligence mirrored there. Another factor was simply that he was very beautiful, with perfect markings and a powerful yet graceful body. The animal gave off an aura of pride and strength and virility that the young girl had so often found sadly lacking in her male schoolmates.
"… And don't you think so?" Penny was saying.
"Hmmmmm, what?" Victoria responded absently.
"Victoria Bennett," Penny said severely, her hands on her hips, "if you don't want to listen to what I'm saying, just let me know, and I'll save myself the trouble of talking."
"That would be like trying to turn off Niagara Falls," the young blonde said teasingly, then instantly repented as she saw the hurt look on her roommate's face.
"I'm sorry, Penny," she said warmly. "I guess I was just being selfish, but I really do want to hear what you were saying. Can't you tell me again?"
Penny looked at her blonde friend with a pleased if slightly suspicious smile, not quite sure yet if the other girl were still kidding her. But unable to contain her normal talkativeness, she started back into her tale.
"I was telling you about that handsome guy I met in town, you know, the one who works at the hamburger stand. He offered to take me out tonight and I'm going to go. The word on the grapevine is that old Ben Wright is going into town on his weekly bender, so I'm going to sneak out, for all night, I hope."
Victoria muttered something reassuring in reply, annoyed a little by the way Penny had referred to her friend Ben. But Penny noticed nothing and rattled on about her new male find.
"Boy, if that guy is as strong between the legs as the rest of him seems to be, little Penny should be waddling home with a permanent case of bow-legs. What muscles! What a face!" The slim, dark-haired girl sighed while she finished undressing, throwing her jeans onto the grubby pile of discarded clothes that was jammed between her bed and the wall. To her own surprise, Victoria found herself unable to pull her gaze away from her friend's beautiful, half-naked body. Penny was standing in the center of the room, wearing only a pair of plain white bikini panties. With a strange unfamiliar fascination, Victoria found her eyes running lingeringly over the sleek smooth hollows and curves poised so unselfconsciously before her. Odd that we could have lived together all these months and I never ready noticed how beautiful Penny is, Victoria mused, her gaze settling on her friend's beautiful white breasts. They were wide-set and tapered to pointed pink-tipped nipples, yet so firm and solidly anchored that they did not droop at all despite their size, but jutted forward proudly.
Except for her large breasts, the rest of Penny's body was slender and sinuous, but not thin. With each graceful motion the smooth muscles rippled sleekly under her velvety skin, causing a constantly changing pattern of lights and shades to shift over her sensuous form. It was a moment before Victoria found herself wondering what it must be like to have one's hands on that lovely body, to feel it writhing helplessly in abandoned passion. With a little inward shudder of horror, Victoria made herself stop thinking about such a forbidden subject, but still she could not take her eyes from the enchanting spectacle before her.
"Maybe I'd better put on some sexy panties," Penny said thoughtfully. "Just for insurance." Without hesitation, almost as if she were completely alone, the dark-haired girl hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of the panties she was wearing and drew them swiftly down and off her legs, unaware that her roommate was automatically holding her breath as Penny straightened up again with slightly-parted legs, giving her friend a brief glimpse of the slender pink ribbon of cuntal flesh winking through the dark curls that so enchantingly covered her vaginal mound.
Victoria was unable to trust her breath again until Penny had turned away. What was the matter with her? she thought in rising panic. Ever since that time last night when she had heard Penny making love to Jimmy Philips, the strangest thoughts had been going through her mind. She wondered if she were becoming a lesbian and that was why she had so much trouble with boys. Then Penny bent over to search through a drawer for another pair of panties and once again her enchanted roommate could not help the feeling of rising panic in her as the darker girl's smoothly rounded buttocks were presented to her in their full sculptured beauty. It was with relief that Victoria finally saw her friend begin dressing, and in a matter of minutes the ordeal was nearly over, with Penny fully covered, if you could call it that. She had on the briefest miniskirt that the young blonde had ever seen. This new boy friend would certainly have a chance to appreciate Penny's panties whether he wanted to or not!
"Well, cheerio. Off to the hunt and all that," Penny gaily said and let herself out through the front door. Victoria genuinely hoped that she would be successful with her young hero, especially if it would keep her out all night. The young blonde wanted a chance to sort out her thoughts before she had to face anyone again. It felt almost as if there were something in her that was looking for a direction to burst out in, some relentless pressure that demanded action. But what? It was such an unspecific feeling… so hauntingly vague.
Victoria's somber thoughts were abruptly ended by the sound of scratching on the sliding glass door just a few feet from where she was lying, accompanied by a low insistent whining. With a little cry of joy the young blonde jumped up from her bed and moved quickly to the door, sliding it open without hesitation. Sure enough, there stood Ben and Prince!
"Thought I'd let Prince do the knocking, seeing that he's the one who's coming to stay with you," Ben said huskily. Victoria noticed immediately that her friend's speech was a little thick and that there was a strong smell of whiskey about him, and she felt nervous for a moment. But Prince didn't give her a chance to let her imagination get the best of her, as he came bounding into the room, running here and there, thrusting his nose into comers and familiarizing himself with the place in the ways that matter to a dog. Finally satisfied, the big animal lay down contentedly on the carpet and looked up questioningly at his two human friends.
"That's right, Prince, you're going to stay here the night," Ben said reassuringly. "You take care of Miss Victoria and I'm sure she'll take care of you."
Weaving a little, Ben looked down to where Victoria had joined his pet on the floor. Once again the young blonde was sitting in her customary cross-legged posture and the half-drunk older man groaned inwardly as he saw the way her tight jeans plastered themselves like a second skin to her lovely young body. It was almost as if she were naked, Ben thought to himself. The jeans were old and worn thin, and the blue material clearly outlined the twin bulges of her cuntal lips, held invitingly open by her cross-legged posture. Time to get out of here, old man, Ben thought to himself. Time to split, before you lose control and fall on your hands and knees before that innocently seductive little beauty and ram your head between those tender young thighs and fuck her sweet little cunt with your tongue. The thoughts were too much for the tortured man and he backed hastily towards the door.