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  Keeping her poise, Jodie winged it once more. She gave Rebecca a knowing grin and said: “Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

  Rebecca laughed again, but warmer this time. Jodie had delivered the perfect response. She suddenly felt invincible.

  Jodie stopped leaning against the wall. She reached and hooked her little finger into one of Rebecca’s. Jodie turned away, took a step, tugged—and Rebecca followed!

  Heart pounding, Jodie led Rebecca away. But a few steps toward the stairs, Rebecca yanked her hand free and hurried back where she had come.

  Jodie watched her leave, feeling surprisingly calm. Oh well, you didn’t really think it was going to be that easy, did you…

  Rebecca reappeared, approaching Jodie. A bottle of Bacardi from the booze table now dangled from one of her hands. The other hand still clutched her cup. Jodie tried to remain cool, and more importantly, act cool.

  Jodie turned and began walking up the stairs. Rebecca followed her. Fortunately, one of the many members of the geek squad had turned “Welcome to the Jungle” up to 11 on the stereo in order to make an air-guitar spectacle of himself. No one noticed Jodie and Rebecca leaving together. As they ascended, Jodie looked back over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jenny wandering the floor. Sure enough, Jenny had run away from the icky boy and wanted to return to the comforting presence of Queen Rebecca. Sorry Jenny, Jodie thought. Tonight, she’s all mine.

  They turned and climbed a switchback second flight of stairs halfway up to the second floor. The home had high ceilings, and there were many steps. They were now out of view of the people below. Jodie casually placed her hand on Rebecca’s magnificent ass as they walked up. Rebecca let her.

  Oh my God, Jodie thought. Oh my God, oh my God.

  As they reached the second floor, Jodie dropped her hand and looked left and right down the hall. It was decorated with antiques. Jodie had not been in this part of the house before. Most of the rooms seemed to be toward the right. She turned that way and walked down the corridor. Rebecca followed, admiring the antiques.

  As they passed an empty bathroom Jodie saw Rebecca’s best friend, Carol Waugh, exit a bedroom ahead of them and turn their way. Peter Hutchins, a good-looking classmate of theirs, followed. The couple were adjusting their clothes, looking down. Everyone knew Peter was dating someone else, a girl named Patricia Steiner. So Peter cheated on Patricia with Carol, eh?, Jodie thought.

  Jodie doubled back and gently herded Rebecca into the bathroom. Rebecca had not spotted Carol or Peter, nor had the illicit couple seen Rebecca.

  “Bathroom. Classy,” Rebecca giggled. Jodie shut the door behind them and locked it. She knew that if Carol and Rebecca saw each other and started talking, anything could happen. Carol would certainly wonder why Rebecca was upstairs with Jodie. Carol might ask some questions. She might offer some objections. It wasn’t worth the risk.

  “Uggh,” Rebecca groaned. She set the bottle of Bacardi and her cup on the bathroom counter next to the sink. Turning on the water, Rebecca pulled her long blonde hair to one side as she bent over to get a drink from the tap.

  Jodie pressed her ear to the door. Finally, she heard Carol and Peter walk by. No conversation. What was there to say?

  Jodie turned to Rebecca. The cheerleader captain was resting her head inside the sink like an ostrich, both hands on the counter. Her eyes were closed. Her hair, spilling out of the basin, luckily remained dry.

  “Are you okay?” Jodie asked.

  “I’m so wasted,” Rebecca mumbled.

  Jodie shut off the water. She moved behind Rebecca and placed her hands on Rebecca’s hips, squashing the girl’s butt against her crotch. If only I had my strap-on, Jodie thought. Sliding her hands up and over Rebecca’s tight T-shirt, Jodie bent forward and kissed her shoulder blades. She placed her cheek against Rebecca’s back and began massaging Rebecca’s big boobs. She could feel the lace pattern of the bra under the shirt.

  Rebecca made no sound, but stood up slowly, her eyes still closed. The two girls remained in that position for a moment, spooning. Jodie kissed Rebecca’s neck. Rebecca slowly turned her face, and their lips touched.

  Jodie was tempted to just let things unfold right there. However, an empty bedroom beckoned. It’s going to be so good, Jodie thought. She slipped her hands back down Rebecca’s body, gave her a last peck on the lips, and said, “Let’s get more comfortable.”

  “Okay,” Rebecca answered dully.

  Jodie opened the door, stuck her head outside, looked around, and motioned for Rebecca to follow her out. Rebecca obeyed, bringing the bottle of rum and her cup. She followed Jodie into the hall, raising the cup up to her lips and draining it. She tossed it to the floor.

  Jodie ushered her into the bedroom that Carol and Peter had just vacated. She closed the door behind them, pushing the button on the doorknob to lock it. She noticed a dimmer switch. In a moment, the room was softly lit.

  She turned to Rebecca. But to Jodie’s surprise, the blonde lifted a finger and placed it against Jodie’s lips.

  “Hold it,” Rebecca said.

  “Wha’?”

  Jodie couldn’t believe it. She had come so close, so very close. What now?

  Rebecca giggled. “I have a request.”

  “O-kay,” Jodie said. She looked around, measuring the distance to the bed.

  “I know this is, like, probably your total fantasy,” Rebecca slurred. She wobbled, steadying herself. “Like, I’m the cheerleader captain and everything. And that’s fine, I kind of, I get it.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Jodie tried to maneuver Rebecca closer to the bed.

  “Yeah!” Rebecca nodded, not seeming to notice Jodie’s successful efforts as they danced a slow step-by-step toward the big bed. “But, like, I sort of have my own fantasy, and since I may never get another chance—well, I might, I kind of get anything I want, you know?” She almost fell as her foot slipped. Jodie steadied her. The blonde stood up again. “But,” she continued as if nothing had happened, “anyway, I have a request.”

  “What’s your request?” Jodie glanced at the bed. Carol and Peter’s activities had stained the rumpled comforter. Yuck! With a quick movement, Jodie yanked it off. The untouched sheets below looked perfectly inviting. Jodie turned back to Rebecca.

  The blonde girl gave her a slow, sly grin. “Can you be, like, really bossy?”

  “I can, if you want me to.” Jodie slid her hands up and down Rebecca’s torso. God, the girl was so sexy! Jodie would’ve agreed to anything. She leaned in and inhaled Rebecca’s perfume. It smelled expensive.

  “Good, ‘cause ever since I read that book ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ I’ve wanted to get it on like that,” Rebecca said. She swayed, lifting her Bacardi bottle for balance. “I figure if we’re going to do this, we might as well go all the way.”

  Jodie didn’t know what that meant, and didn’t care. She pondered for a second what on earth “Fifty Shades of Grey” was. She had a vague memory of a friend saying it was an erotic novel. So the book probably was about a dominant dude who made women submit to him—otherwise, why would Rebecca want Jodie to be bossy? Well, if that’s what Rebecca wanted, Jodie was happy to oblige. She was naturally dominant, anyway.

  Jodie straightened, stepping back. She pointed at the sheets. “Strip down to your panties, get on the bed with your butt in the air and your head on a pillow, and wait for me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Rebecca giggled. Jodie resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her. Instead, she walked into the suite’s bathroom and closed the door.

  Inside, Jodie quickly removed her clothes and looked in the mirror. She saw a thick, curvy girl with a tiny bit of baby fat, short spiked hair, larger-than-average breasts, and strong thighs. Her pubic mound was neatly shaved. She wasn’t unattractive, by any means, but she was not in Rebecca Drysdale’s league. She was not in Rebecca Drysdale’s world, universe, anything. Jodie felt a grip of panic. What if Rebecca looks at me and calls the whole thing o
ff?

  With an effort, Jodie calmed herself. She took a pretty washcloth from a marble shelf and soaked it with warm water. The girl rubbed the cloth all over her body, paying particular attention to her armpits and crotch area. Jodie didn’t have time for a shower, but she wanted to smell clean.

  She opened the door slowly and entered the bedroom. Immediately, she saw that she should not have worried. Rebecca Drysdale was far gone, and her critical faculties were almost certainly not operating. She was on the bed in socks, panties, and bra. Her head rested on a pillow and her butt swayed in the air, as Jodie had ordered. However, the Bacardi bottle was tilted up between Rebecca’s smiling lips. Her eyes were closed. Every now and then her lips moved over the mouth of the bottle and her Adam’s apple slid up and down as she swallowed yet another sip of rum.

  Jodie stared at her. It was even better than any fantasy Jodie had ever imagined. Rebecca was completely served up to her, waiting—and presumably wanting. The movement of her lips over the mouth of the bottle made it look like she was sucking a cock. Jodie found this inexplicably exciting; she moved her hand down between her legs and rubbed, savoring the picture.

  Finally, Jodie approached the bed and crawled onto it. She gently took the bottle away from Rebecca, saying “That’s enough now, honey.” Jodie did not want her passing out, after all. That seemed a danger enough as it was.

  Rebecca did not open her eyes, but she made whiny protesting noises.

  “And no whining!” Jodie set the Bacardi bottle on the bedside table before unclipping Rebecca’s Victoria’s Secret bra. “I thought I told you to strip down to your panties. Clearly, you weren’t listening.” The bra fell. Rebecca’s big, firm breasts were revealed.

  Jodie moved the bra straps down and through Rebecca’s arms on the bed to get the bra completely off her. The big boobs swayed gently as Rebecca’s body moved. Jodie rubbed the firm breasts, sliding her palms over the nipples, massaging, kissing Rebecca’s back.

  Rebecca’s whiny noises had subsided. She remained with her butt in the air and her head on the pillow, eyes closed, as if in a trance. Jodie moved around to Rebecca’s backside. She rubbed the cheerleader captain’s ass with both hands. Rebecca did not react.

  Rebecca’s butt was a perfect round heart shape, clearly visible through the sheer material of her expensive black panties. She had worn sexy panties to the party tonight. In case she got lucky, Jodie thought. Well, she did.

  Jodie slid her fingernails into the waistband and pulled the panties down slowly, exposing flawless white skin that had never seen the sun. Jodie kissed and licked the exposed flesh as she lowered the fabric. The skin broke out into gooseflesh. Rebecca began writhing. “Uuuuhhh,” she groaned.

  Jodie lifted her head. “Stop moving,” she ordered. Jodie resumed the pull-down, kissing and licking Rebecca’s tight round ass.

  The blonde squirmed harder. Then she flopped forward onto her stomach, freeing herself from Jodie’s attentions.

  Jodie decided she was through with being patient. She had gone to so much trouble, had so many close calls, to get to this point with Rebecca. Rebecca was going to give it to her, and that’s all there was to it.

  Jodie roughly pulled Rebecca’s hips back up. The cheerleader captain made a noise of protest. Jodie slid her hands under Rebecca’s armpits and yanked her torso upright.

  “Owwww,” the blonde said.

  “I told you: stop moving,” Jodie hissed into her ear.

  “It tickles,” Rebecca whimpered.

  “I don’t care. You’re going to suck it up. Understand? I’m not playing games any more. You’re going to do as you’re told or you’re going to be sorry.” Jodie shoved her, hard. Rebecca’s body crashed back down onto the bed. She emitted a frightened sound.

  Jodie reached and yanked Rebecca’s ass up to where it had been before. The cheerleader captain gave another scared cry. Jodie settled herself again and continued kissing and licking Rebecca’s ass, pulling the panties lower and lower until they fell by themselves down to Rebecca’s knees on the bed. Rebecca whimpered and moaned, but did not move.

  Jodie paused, staring at the tender slit of skin between Rebecca’s legs covered in curly soft blonde hairs. There it was. Jodie slid her face into the gap, breathing in Rebecca’s clean hay smell.

  Rebecca gasped and lurched forward. Jodie immediately yanked her back. “I warned you.”

  CRACK! Jodie slapped the perfect ass, hard. Rebecca shrieked. “Quiet!” Jodie ordered.

  Jodie settled herself again and pushed her face once more into the space between Rebecca’s legs. The thighs were tightly pressed together, but the vagina was exposed. Jodie pressed her mouth against the warm slit, feeling the soft hair brush her lips. Her tongue snaked out and touched it. Rebecca tasted fresh and good and clean—exactly the way Jodie had imagined in her fantasies.

  The tone of Rebecca’s moans grew deeper. She pushed her face into her pillow, twisting the sheets in her fingers.

  Jodie removed her hands from Rebecca’s body, daring her to move. Jodie’s tongue licked and teased, tickling. Rebecca made a little-girl whine, a nuh-nuh-nuh sound. Jodie felt the pubic hair grow wet from her licking, and from Rebecca’s juices. Jodie kept running her tongue up and down, as lightly as possible, tormenting the cheerleader captain.

  “Don’t tease me,” Rebecca cried. She seemed on the verge of tears. Jodie decided her conquest had been tormented enough. She held Rebecca’s hips firmly and thrust her tongue deep inside her. Rebecca moaned a primal, animalistic noise. This was what she wanted.

  Jodie found the swollen clitoris. Rebecca trembled. Jodie realized to her surprise that the cheerleader captain was about to come. That was fast!

  Jodie removed her mouth. She shoved the girl’s ass sideways. Rebecca fell onto her side and over onto her back, bouncing up and down on the plush mattress. Her big boobs wobbled exquisitely.

  “That’s a good girl,” Jodie murmured. She began removing Rebecca’s socks, rolling them down neatly, taking her time.

  “Oh my God,” Rebecca breathed.

  “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying to myself since we got up here,” Jodie said. “You are so hot. Honestly, no kidding, you are the hottest girl who has ever lived.”

  Rebecca giggled. “Thank you.” She lifted her feet, helping Jodie slide her panties off. “I didn’t know I had a secret admirer.”

  “You have no idea.” Jodie realized that if she wasn’t careful, she would start gushing. Time to get back into character. “All right, now. I’m going to ask you questions. And I’m going to kiss you.” Jodie rubbed her hand through Rebecca’s warm, wet bush to signal just where exactly she would be kissing. “And I want you to answer my questions. If you don’t, I will stop. And don’t lie, or else we are through.” That was an outright fib. Jodie wouldn’t have stopped if there had been a gas leak in the house.

  Rebecca nodded seriously. “Yes, I understand.” Her face was flushed. The blonde had been at the brink of orgasm. Jodie knew that Rebecca wanted more.

  Jodie motioned for Rebecca to sit up on the pillows. Then Jodie lay on her stomach between Rebecca’s legs, making herself comfortable. Rebecca regarded her uncertainly.

  “What is your name?” Jodie asked.

  “Rebecca Ann Drysdale.”

  Jodie ran her tongue up through Rebecca’s triangle of blonde curls, a long, lingering lick. The cheerleader captain’s head fell back. She moaned.

  “When was the last time you had sex?”

  Rebecca hesitated. “Five months ago.”

  Five months? No wonder she wanted to get laid! Jodie licked the pussy again, a slow journey that made Rebecca moan louder.

  “Was it with Michael Standish?”

  “Yes,” Rebecca whispered.

  Jodie pressed her lips to the top of Rebecca’s opening, close to the clitoris. Another moan.

  “Was it good?”

  The blonde hesitated a long time. Finally, she answered: “No. Not really.”

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nbsp; Jodie sucked Rebecca’s clitoris, as gently as possible. “Oh please,” Rebecca whispered. She made a sobbing sound. “Please…”

  Jodie stopped. She looked up at Rebecca’s face. “How many boys have you ever had sex with?”

  The cheerleader captain met Jodie’s gaze. She did not hesitate this time. “Four.”

  “Do you like what we’re doing, in this bed?”

  “Yes,” Rebecca whispered.

  Jodie did not want to ask any more questions. She needed to eat Rebecca’s pussy. She couldn’t wait any longer. Closing her eyes, she lowered her mouth. Jodie sucked the clitoris expertly, flicking her tongue up and down and twisting two fingers in and out of Rebecca’s warm, wet vulva.

  Rebecca’s body began to shake. Her fingernails scratched the sheets. “Oh,” she said. “Oh.” She trilled a sound that rose higher and higher. Jodie held on to Rebecca’s thighs as if she would never let go. She began moaning, herself, as she ate her. It was so good.

  Suddenly, Rebecca’s back arched. The orgasm overwhelmed her. She wailed so loud it startled Jodie, who broke off eating and looked up.

  “Keep it down,” Jodie ordered. “People will think somebody’s getting killed in here.”

  Rebecca said nothing. She lay on the bed like a piece of limp lettuce. Her chest moved up and down with her rapid breathing, but otherwise, she looked almost dead. Has this girl ever had any good sex? Jodie wondered.

  “Sorry,” Rebecca said finally. She took a few more breaths. “I’ll try to be quiet.”

  Jodie lifted herself up between Rebecca’s legs and onto her body, wrapping her powerful arms around the blonde girl and kissing her. Rebecca, surprised, responded. Jodie made out with her fiercely.

  The cheerleader captain finally broke away. “Easy!” she said, laughing. “You’re going to kiss my lips off.”

  “God, it’s your fault,” Jodie said, still trying to kiss her face. “You shouldn’t be so beautiful.”

  There it was; it was out there. Rebecca stopped laughing and stared. Okay, great, Jodie thought. Damage control. Come on, think!

  Jodie pulled away from Rebecca, sitting up on the bed. Twisting around, she retrieved the bottle of Bacardi from the bedside table. She turned back, locking eyes with the blonde. Jodie lifted the bottle to her lips and tipped the end up, swallowing a sip. Rebecca watched her. Jodie slowly lowered the bottle from her lips. She offered it to the cheerleader captain. Rebecca reached.