"You really had better get a grip on yourself," she told her image in the mirror, "or you're in big trouble, Miss Shannon."
Back in her office, Jack was dressed and looked excited and sheepish at the same time. He already had another urgent hard-on straining at his pants. She licked her lips, but resisted the temptation. Brian would be at home, waiting for her eagerly.
"Now listen to me," she told Jack in a firm voice. "If you so much as mention a word of this to anyone, I'm ruined in this town. You understand that, don't you, Jack?"
"Hell, sure I do, Miss Shannon," Jack said. "You don't have to worry about that. Honest, you can trust me."
"Famous last words," Gloria muttered dryly.
"Can I see you tomorrow night too?" he asked anxiously.
Only if you bring your girlfriend, Gloria was about to say. Now that would really be dangerous.
"We'll see," she hedged. "You run along now, Jack. Not a word, please, not a single word."
She locked the library doom behind him and then returned to her office. Sitting behind her desk, she lit a cigarette and basked in the familiar hot glow at contentment spreading outward from her tingling cunt.
And with it came the cold finger of fear. She simply couldn't go on like this, like a lust-crazed nymphomaniac who had to have it on the spot, fast and fierce. But five years of denial had left the lush brunette explosively hot and unpredictable, with an overpowering desire to make up far lost time. All she had to do was avoid the crazy risks, play it safe by milking every molten drop of Brian's quivering young cock night after night.
From now on she would do that, Gloria promised herself. No more wild, urgent lapses in her office at night. No more furtive, lewdly exciting blowjobs arid torrid screwing sessions with handsome, hung young boys in the library. She would definitely get a grip on her insane passion at once.
Definitely.
Except… just once she'd like sex with a sweet young girl, a ripening blossom with cute tits and a darling ass. Just once, to satisfy her driving curiosity. And then maybe just one threesome, cocks and pussies grinding hotly together…
With a sigh, Gloria locked up the library and went out to her car. Her ripe, hot-breasted body felt like a time bomb, ticking away for the inevitable explosion.
It would come with shattering swiftness, much sooner than the hungry brunette expected.
CHAPTER THREE
The first thing Cindy did when she got off the Greyhound bus was glance nervously around the small bus station, as if the cops would swarm down on her in a riot squad. She carried her single piece of baggage, an overnight case, into the women's room. With clumsy, nervous strokes she applied makeup on her smooth face and stepped back to study the effect.
Her long, shining blonde hair framed an angelic young face, but made up with eye shadow, mascara and lipstick. Her wide blue eyes had a fearful, guilty look.
Cindy went out to the bus station coffee shop, bought a pack of cigarettes and sat at the counter. She ordered a Coke. She frantically tried to think of her next stop. She could move on to Los Angeles, a hundred miles down the coast, or stay here for a while. It was a hick town, she thought with contempt, but she would be safer in a small, folksy place like this.
Even without an I.D., she could probably get a job as a carhop, or in a burger joint. She knew it without looking in her purse that she had about a hundred and eighty dollars left out of the two hundred she'd stolen from her mother's purse. Maybe the drunken bitch hadn't even sobered up long enough to discover the missing money.
The runaway blonde lit a cigarette, coughed, sipped her Coke, and tried desperately to come to a decision. The last few years in San Francisco with her mother had been pure hell. Her father had deserted her mother, a cocktail waitress, four years ago to live with a topless dancer. Then her mother began to come home drunk every night. Often she took her vicious anger out on Cindy by nagging, slapping and goading her. But last night was the final straw.
Her mother had come home with one of her pickups, a drunken hulk. After a loud, violent session of fucking and groaning in her mother's bedroom, the two of them came staggering into Cindy's room, naked.
"Go ahead," her mother told her drunken pickup. "Take her cherry, if the little slut still has one. Ram that monster up her little twat and make a woman out of her."
But Cindy fought, screaming and crying, threatening to run to the police, raising so much hell they finally left her alone. When they were both asleep in her mother's bedroom. Cindy crept in, searched her mother's purse and took every cent. She didn't bother with the man's wallet. She told herself she wasn't a thief, that the money from her mother was only a part-payment for all the drunken goading she'd put up with.
Packing a few clothes in an overnight case, the blonde took a taxi to the San Francisco Greyhound station. She bought a ticket to Los Angeles, but something – fear, paranoia, possibly panic – urged her to get off in this quiet little town. The people seemed friendly and warm here. Maybe she ought to stay a few weeks or a month and find a job. Perhaps she'd meet a nice boy. If she got bored, she could leave for L.A.
In any case, with a hundred and eighty dollars and complete freedom, Cindy felt fiercely independent and grown-up for the first time in her life. She was still a virgin, and she wasn't going to lose her cherry in a drunken brawl to one of her mother's pickups. Exhilarated with her new freedom, Cindy bought a local paper and scanned the jobs. There were a number of prospects – waitresses for pizza joints, burger places and drive-ins. The town bordered the freeway to L.A., and there was an abundance of fast-food places.
First, the runaway needed a place to live. She couldn't afford an apartment, not until she had a steady income, so Cindy searched the column headed "Rooms for Rent". She found one and for a quiet room in a Victorian house, only seventy-five dollars per month. She called the number, spoke to a woman with a soft, husky voice and got directions to the house, which was within walking distance. Boys looked to analyze her as she walked down the street, and Cindy felt a rising excitement.
Maybe it wasn't such a quiet little hick-town after all.
Maybe she was in for the surprise of her life, too.
Oh yummy! Gloria thought as she sat in the living room across from the young blonde. Oh Lord, what a honey! Too much makeup, and too much false bravado, too. The luscious blonde tried to appear nonchalant as she smoked, but it was obvious she'd just started because she handled her cigarette awkwardly.
And from the girl's nervous, shining blue eyes and occasional loot of fear, Gloria knew she had to be running away from something or someone. She kept a look of polite belief on her face as she listened to Cindy, sensing what her naked young body would look like from the tawny, golden skin of her face and anus. Sheer juicy heaven, she thought.
"So as soon as I graduated from high school," Cindy said, puffing on her cigarette, "I decided I was fed up with San Francisco. Too fast-paced, you know? I was passing through here on the bus, and I thought, gee, this looks like a great little place. Thought I'd check out the job situation, and, well, here I am, Miss Shannon."
"SO your baggage is at the bus station?" Gloria asked.
"Oh, the damn fools lost it," the blonde stammered. "It's probably down in L.A. by now. All I have are a few clothes, but it's enough for job-hunting. Uh, the rent is seventy-five?"
"That was a misprint, darling," Gloria said with a smile. "The rent is actually only fifty dollars. Come on, I'll show you the room."
The brunette was so aroused by the sexy girl, she would have gladly given her the room for nothing. But she would move cautiously at first to not scare Cindy off by being overeager. She led the girl upstairs, watching her plump tit and softly rounded ass bounce with smoldering eyes. The bedroom was large and clean, with a double bed and desk. Cindy nodded eagerly, congratulating herself on her luck. Fifty dollars was surprisingly cheap. And there was something warm and sympathetic about Miss Shannon, in spite of her drab, cool appearance.