There was a pause of silence. All Linda could hear was Karen's heavy breathing. Then her friend whispered, "Maybe I could come by later."
Linda's cunt tingled. Then she laughed and said, "I thought your vibrator was the ultimate answer!"
"Now don't be catty, Linda. You know what I mean. I like a tongue on my pussy as much as you do. My vibrator can do only so much. But if you don't want to…"
"Oh, silly, of course I want to," Linda laughed. "When can you come over?"
"About eleven?"
"Good," Linda replied. "And wear your black bikini. I love taking that off with my teeth."
The girls said their sweet goodbyes. Linda hung up the phone. She rolled out of bed and took a few minutes to play with her tits and cunt in front of her long mirror. She liked the way she'd grown up since high-school days and she often posed before her mirror and got herself off.
Even as she came on her fingers, she knew she was getting tired of this, too. Occasional fucks with Jeff, fingerfucking herself, even cunt-licking with her childhood friend Karen all of it seemed so childish, not enough, sort of outdated. Linda Pruett was ripe for some new form of sexual pleasure.
She dressed up like a Barbie Doll to do her housework. She liked to wear sexy things on her curvy young body. It made her feel as sensuous as she looked. So she wore a skimpy little bra and teeny-weeny panties under a short minidress that was cut low across her pointed tits and high on her curvy thighs.
After breakfast, she puttered around the living room, vacuuming the carpet and fluffing the small pillows on the sofa, playing housewife. Every once in awhile she caught her reflection in the mirror over the fireplace and she paused to gaze at herself. She looked good enough to eat. That made her think of the way men looked at her, so hungry for her, like starving wolves after a baby lamb. How sexy it would be if she could let go of her inhibitions. How exciting it would be to let a strange man like that plumber get into her panties!
But she knew she would never do that. Not if she wanted to stay married to a hunk of man like Jeff Pruett who made lots of money. No, she'd have to think of some other way to get her cookies.
Besides, she thought, it isn't really men that I want. Just their pricks! If a vibrator weren't made of plastic, I'd sure have one! I can understand Karen liking her sex-toy. She has lots of fun with it. But that's not for me.
Linda knew herself pretty well. She knew she loved sex, liked to feel sensual and juicy. She loved to have her tits licked for a long time and feel her pink nipples get all stiff and tingly. And she adored it when Jeff sucked her cunt!
Too bad a girl can't have her husband home all day long, she thought homily, just sucking her and fucking her all she wants. Too bad.
She dropped down onto the sofa and spread herself out. Her hands roamed over her thrusting tits and hot pussy as she daydreamed of getting licked all over her horny body. How sensual it would be just to get licked and licked and licked!
The phone rang and it startled her for a minute. She sat up and grabbed the phone. She kept her dress up high on her thighs because her panties were a little damp.
"Hello?" she said hoarsely.
"Linda? Karen again. Gee, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it over today. My aunt from Ohio is arriving at the airport and…"
Linda hardly heard the rest of it. Her heart seemed to drop and disappointment cooled her cunt. She had actually been looking forward to a little session with pretty Karen. They used to suck each other's pussy a lot in high school.
"That's okay, Karen," Linda said as bravely as she could. "Don't sweat it. Maybe we can get together tomorrow.
"My aunt will be staying for a week," Karen said.
"Oh. Well, you can visit for an hour or so, can't you?"
"I'll try, Linda, really I will. I just hate to promise you. You know what I mean?"
Linda knew what she meant. Her friend didn't want to cunt-tease her and get her all excited, then not show up for the snack.
Linda put Karen at ease and hung up the phone. She rolled back down onto her back and drew her knees up. She spread them wide and dropped a hand between her thighs. Her fingers stole into the stretchy crotch of her little panties. She stroked her cunt sensuously, trying to recapture the feeling of juiciness.
She had to do something. She was sure of that. She couldn't go around fucking strange men, as much as she'd like to. Fingerfucking her horny twat just wasn't enough any more. A vibrator was out of the question. So, what was a hot girl to do?
Linda Pruett didn't know it as she lay there humping her fingers, but the answer for her was coming down the hall to her apartment door, an answer she never would have dreamed of in a million years.
The doorbell rang.
Linda leaped off the sofa, quickly smoothing her dress down in front. She hurried to the door, fluffing her blonde curls. She pulled the door open and faced Mrs. Williams, a neighbor. The woman was in tears.
"Why, Mrs. Williams. What…"
"I'm sorry to disturb you like this," the woman sobbed as Linda ushered her inside. She wiped her tears and sniffled. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to cry in front of you."
"There, there," Linda soothed, offering the woman a seat. "What's the matter?"
The woman poured out her sad story. Her sister had just died unexpectedly and she and her husband simply had to rush to New York.
"There's no time to take care of Frenchie," the woman said worriedly. "We can't take the time to put him up at a vet's. You've always been kind to him. He likes you. I can tell by the way he licks your hand."
As the woman went on, Linda thought about the cute poodle and the way the dog licked her hand in the hall.
"I know this is a terrible imposition," Mrs. Williams said. "But could you watch Frenchie for us until we return? Would you?"
"Oh, Mrs. Williams," Linda said, patting her hand. "It's the least I can do! Please bring Frenchie over here and don't you worry about a thing."
"Thank you, Linda, thank you! You're such a sweet girl. God love you. And I'll bring all the food you'll need for him. Frenchie won't be any bother. I'll bring his basket, too. He loves to sleep in it and he's very content there. He won't trouble you at all."
Linda closed the door and leaned against it. She couldn't believe the wicked things she was suddenly thinking. For one thing, she'd never thought of Mrs. Williams' dog as a male, but the woman had said "he." Frenchie was a male animal!
Linda's pretty head rested against the door. Her eyes closed slowly. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as a rush of lewd thoughts overcame her better judgment. Her tits started rising and falling rapidly as her breathing grew quicker. A funny feeling started deep in the pit of her belly and slowly oozed its way down her cunt-channel right to her clit.
"Oh, golly," she rasped nervously.
Already her plans were formulating in her active young mind. A dog. Of course! A loveable, kissable, caressable, French poodle with a darting little tongue. Privacy, secrecy, and-most of all-gratification! A tongue for her tingly, juicy, leaking cunt!
But there was something else, too, something very important: dogs can't tattle!
Sudden quivers of excitement shot through Linda's curvy body. The wickedness of it all was enough to make her pussy cream, but the titillation was enough to boggle her mind.
She gasped hotly and pulled her hand up under her short dress to her wet panties. She wormed her fingers into the crotch of her moist panties and fingered her juicy little twat. She rubbed one lone fingertip on her stiff clit and daydreamed of Frenchie's pink tongue there.
Lewdly, obscenely, but with increasing sensuality, she deliberately planned the end of her erotic frustration. When she opened her eyes again, they were sparkling with lust. Now she knew what she wanted instead of a plastic vibrator, and she intended to get it!