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1 Rod
   Amanda was depressed.  Depressed as hell.  It had been over a year since
Andy had dumped her, and she still hadn't gotten over it.  Still hurt like
a sonofabitch.  Going to bed alone every night, waking up alone every
morning.  Andy, who took her virginity and promised to treasure it forever.
Apparently the virginity was the only thing he had treasured, because he
sure as hell wasn't around Amanda anymore.
   It wasn't that the sex was so good.  It was as good as it could get, or
at least Amanda supposed.  She had no frame of reference, and despite
having read varied descriptions of women flailing and screaming from
orgasms raging through their bodies like explosions, she hadn't had any of
that with Andy.  so she figured it was just one more thing the world
exaggerated the importance of in order to sell things.  It was nice enough,
very pleasant, but what made her feel better than the actual sex itself was
simply the feeling of closeness, of having someone who wanted her so much,
who wanted to use her for pleasure and who still wanted to be there when it
was done.
   Lately, her weekly drinking bouts with the girls from the office were
becoming very tiring.  Time after time, she wound up listening to them
discussing their sexual bouts, as if it were the most important part of
their lives.  It was always "Nick grinds his teeth when he's thrusting" and
"Eddy always cums in 30 seconds the first time but he lasts for an hour the
second time", crap like that.  None of them ever talked about their cunts
being on fire or their wet juices shooting out of their spasming pussies,
so Amanda figured it was just more proof that orgasm was overrated. 
Anyway, none of the men she saw there ever seemed to hit on her.  Sometimes
she'd think some guy was giving her the eye, but whether because she was
convinced enough of her own unattractiveness to ignore it or write it off,
or whether she actually was mistaken, nothing ever came of it.  None of
them cared enough to buy her a drink, or even talk to her, anyway.  To hell
with all of them.  She would gladly have fucked any one of them, though,
just to feel desirable again.  She didn't want to be a slut, she just
wanted desperately to feel like she wasn't used up before middle age.  She
wanted that feeling of closeness again, the feeling of a man's warm body on
hers, a man who was glad he was with her.
   It had been six weeks ago that Roxy, one of the girls she drank with,
followed her into the women's room at the bar for a little tete-a-tete.
   "Mandy, I been noticing how alone you seem.  Lotta times when the girls
and me is shootin' bull about gettin' dick, seems like you about to have
the earth open up and swallow you.  You makin' me sad, girl, so I just
wanted to tell you somethin'.  I really think you oughta get yourself some.
You a pretty girl, no, seriously honey, you a whole lot prettier than you
think you are, and you got you a good body, some nice big bazooms and a
round ass just beggin' to be grabbed," and she punctuated her statement by
grabbing Amanda's butt and giving it a good, long squeeze.  "Ain't no
reason you shouldn't be gettin' dick like the rest of us." Roxy paused for
a few seconds, her green eyes searching Amanda's blue ones to see if she
were getting through, or if Amanda was simply spacing her off.  For her
part, Amanda was slightly shell-shocked.  She knew how open and outspoken
Roxy was, but she never would have believed that the girl would talk to her
so personally about this.  Roxy took a little breath and continued, "So I
wanted to get you started.  I got somethin' for you, somethin' I picked up
offa the Internet.  I figure you're a little thinner than me, I got one
that's got a little stretch to it anyway.  This website's my favorite
place, I get all my stuff there." She opened her purse, pulled out a pale
yellow square envelope about four inches a side and pressed it into
Amanda's hand.  "What you wanna do, sugar, is get you a nice, short skirt,
one that just about but not quite shows your treasure when you don't sit
down careful, and make sure you wearin' these when you do.  Then you stop
sittin' at the table with all us hagged out ole bitches and go sit down at
the bar and wait until some ramrod comes over to make stoopid talk.  Maybe
you'll get lucky and get one that's not a total nozzle." Seeing the protest
in Amanda's eyes, Roxy pressed on, "Don't worry, honey, you wear a skirt
like what I said, and leave your blouse about one button more loose than
what you normally do, and I promise you'll get some hardon sittin' next to
you before 5 minutes is up.  I guarantee." And Roxy strolled out of the
bathroom, leaving Amanda standing there stunned.  After a few long seconds,
she took a look in the envelope.  What she saw inside was a filmy, thin red
panty that was close to being a thong.  Out of sheer instinct, she touched
it and found it was the silkiest, smoothest material she'd ever felt.  She
wondered what it would feel like to wear it.  And she knew Roxy was right,
and she knew she never would have thought of doing this if Roxy hadn't laid
it in her lap.  So to speak.
   The only problem was, she didn't own any skirt that would fit the
scenario Roxy had spelled out.  She looked around in a few stores, but
every time she saw something she liked, she would be too embarrassed to
even try on what she thought of as slut clothes, much less stand in front
of a salesgirl to purchase slut clothes.  She spent five weeks cruising
clothing sites on the Internet, until she found a skirt she thought would
be perfect.  She agonized for a long while before finally clicking the
checkout button.  In the end she just had to empty her mind as much as
possible, and she did it.
   It had been over a week since placing the order, and Amanda had
forgotten she even did it.  The sun had been unbearable all day, pushing
the 100 degree mark over the lunch hour, and by the time Amanda got home at
the end of the day, she was drenched and miserable.  All she wanted to do
was slip on her swimsuit and go for a dip in her apartment complex's pool.
Once inside her apartment, she dialed the thermostat down and mixed herself
a rum and Coke, making it about four parts rum to one part Coke, slurping
it noisly and chewing the ice cubes.  She stripped off her dress as she
walked back to the bathroom, to pull the pale blue bikini off the shower
curtain where it had been drying.  She took it to the bedroom, where she
quickly shed her bra and panties.  She was about to put the bikini on when
she noticed the filmy red panty lying carelessly draped over the side of
her dresser.  Holding the panty up to her hips, she turned this way and
that, debating whether to try it on again.  She had only tried it on once
before, the day Roxy gave it to her, and found the fit very much to her
liking.  The front panel had not quite covered her pubic hair, and she knew
she was going to have to trim it down, but she was actually looking forward
to that.  The more she thought about it, the more she realized she was
probably just going to shave it all and leave her pussy bare.  The thought
of actually taking that step excited her more than she would have thought
possible.  Finally, she decided to just wait for the skirt, so she could
see the whole thing together for the effect.  As she slipped the swimsuit
on, stopping to take another couple of long hits on her rum and Coke, she
wondered where that damned skirt was.  One to two weeks delivery, the
website had said.  Well...
   As she adjusted the bra of the swimsuit, she realized that between the
ice cubes and the now-chilled apartment, she was far from sweating anymore.
She tucked her soft, round boobs into the bra, her nipples having hardened
from the chill, poking clearly out in front of her, through the material,
rubbing the material, sending yet another shiver through her, a shiver of
euphoria at the feeling of the material rubbing against her rounded flesh.
She had to stop to admire those globes for a second before grabbing a fresh
towel from the closet.
   She was just on her way to the front door when someone on the other side
knocked.  By the time she got to the door, she realized whoever it was
would get an eyeful of her stiff nipples, so she quickly wrapped the towel
around her chest and tucked it under her armpit, before opening up.
   The UPX delivery guy standing there wasn't exactly like something from a
fantasy, but he was far from being the worst specimen of manhood Amanda had
ever seen.  He stood perhaps six foot, with a ruffled mop of dark brown
hair poking out from under his company headgear (a tan ballcap embroidered
with the UPX logo), and the bluest eyes Amanda had ever seen.  He wasn't
built like a weightlifter.  In fact, he had a bit of a stomach, and his tan
shorts showed him to have more leg hair than Amanda would have liked, and
showed off a little bowleggedness as well.  But the way his crooked grin
faded into an uneasy half-smile as he noticed the towel she was wearing was
so charming that she couldn't help but be touched and a little flattered.
That feeling only increased as he started to explain that he had a package
for her that she needed to sign for; at the sight of Amanda's eyes growing
huge when he said 'package', as if he were in the cheesiest porno ever
made, he started to stutter and fall over his words.  She felt genuinely
sorry for him, so she reached out to touch his arm and say, "Come on in,
I'll bet you're melting from being out there all day." He mumbled a thanks
and stepped into the living room.  As she got a closer look at him, she
could see he was at least half a dozen years younger than her, probably
only 19 or 20.  "I, uh, I have a, uh, have a, uh, I mean, my pen is, uh,
right here, if you'd like to, uh, like to, uh, uh..." Amanda gave him a
huge smile as she took the pen from him, deliberately touching his fingers
to do so.  He was nervous!  He was scared to death of her, seeing her
standing there wrapped in a towel, and Amanda suddenly flashed on the fact
that he probably thought she was naked under the towel.  That knowledge
suddenly made her feel hugely powerful.  He was probably only reacting to
his youthful impulses, but she realized that if she favored him with a
little more openness, she could probably send him around the bend.  She
felt playful and mean, like a cat about to have it's way with a mouse. 
Part of her hated the feeling of manipulating anybody that way, but part of
her felt a thrill of anticipation.  She found she enjoyed that thrill, and
without thinking through the consequences or where it might lead, she
wondered how she would draw this out and how hot and bothered she could
make him.
   She tried a couple of times to sign the receipt, but the pen seemed to
be out of ink; it only scratched the paper without leaving any visible
mark. The kid seemed humiliated and horrified, he started to stumble over
an apology and mumbled something about going back to the truck for another
pen.
   "Don't worry about it, sweetie," Amanda smiled up at him, putting her
hand on his shoulder, partly to size him up, but mostly to enjoy the
expression on his face as she first squeezed, then briefly massaged his
shoulder, finishing by trailing her fingers down his arm to bounce lightly
off his palm, "I'm sure I have a pen around here somewhere." She turned to
rifle through the side table, and the towel chose that moment to slip from
where she had tucked it.  She made a move to grab it, but she wasn't quick
enough, and the towel fell to her feet.  The kid made an audible gasp when
it happened, and glancing at his face, she could see how red and flushed he
was.  Now that she was more exposed, she suddenly felt much more
vulnerable. She wavered between moving ahead with the situation or excusing
herself to go in the bedroom and put on some clothes, before having a
what-the-hell moment and deciding to plow forward.  It was what Roxy would
have told her to do.
   "Hmmm, there doesn't seem to be a pen in this drawer.  Let's try another
one," Amanda said in what she hoped was a sex kitten purr.  Turning her
back on the kid, she walked over to the entertainment center, where she
knew damn well there was no pen, and bent over to look through the bottom
drawer where a dozen DVDs were resting.  As she bent over and presented her
ass to the kid, she snuck a look over her shoulder.  The kid seemed to be
in a daze, and he was clearly staring at her round ass.  She shifted her
weight from one leg to the other several times, causing her butt cheeks to
rub together sensuously, and she could feel the bikini bottom starting to
ride up and slip into her crack.  Finally she stopped even pretending to
look for the pen, grabbing her ankles and swaying a little.
   "What's your name, sweetie?" she cooed as she straightened up and turned
to face him again.  He looked stricken, but managed to choke out, "Rod, my,
uh, my name's Rod." He was trying so hard to keep his eyes on her face, and
failing so miserably, his eyes drawn like Hell's magnets to the sight of
the diamonds struggling to pierce their way through the front of her bra,
that Amanda melted yet a little more.  She smiled what she hoped was her
warmest, friendliest smile as she reached out to take his forearm and lead
him over to the couch.  She deliberately let her breast brush his arm as
she gently pushed on his chest to make him sit down.  "Just take a load off
for a second, Rod honey, while I try to find where my pen is." She wandered
slowly around the room, poking here, prying there, stretching up against
her 7-foot bookcase as if it were a stripper's pole, squatting on her
haunches and bouncing ever so slightly, always careful to ensure that Rod
could get a good view of the goods.  She never would have believed herself
capable of this kind of behavior in front of a stranger, and her pussy was
starting to tingle strangely, a feeling she'd never felt before.  As she
snuck another look at Rod, she suddenly saw the swelling in his pants, the
bulge sticking out obscenely, insisting on being noticed.  Amanda turned
her face quickly so Rod wouldn't see her blushing.  As she finally located
a pen, the alcohol in her blood reached critical mass, and she realized
that she was the cause of the erection, it was hers, she had created it,
and she could ignore it or use it as she saw fit.  She owned that erection,
and the feeling hit her like a drug.  When she'd had sex with Andy, her
pussy got wet enough to lubricate his cock, but now it was getting wet like
it never had before.  Whether it was the rum or the presence of Rod's
hardon, she could feel juice flowing inside her, and she knew that if she
did this thing now, not only would she have followed Roxy's advice, she
would have even gone one better, and she couldn't wait to see the look on
Roxy's face when she told her about it.  That was what clinched it, and
right there and then, she whirled to face Rod, holding up the pen to show
him, then tucking it into her bikini bottom as she swayed over to where he
sat.  He was trying miserably now to hide his boner.  She knelt before him
and gently pulled his hand away from his crotch.  The shorts were straining
mightily against his stiffness.  Amanda smiled warmly, and she didn't have
to wonder now whether it was a friendly smile or not.
   "What's this," she teased, "what's got you so stiff down here?  Do you
see something you like?" She laid her head on his thigh, nuzzling her face
against his hardness and caressing his waist with both hands.  Rod started
to say something, stuttered and coughed, then in a miserably small voice,
he muttered, "I'm sorry, ma'am I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything by it,
you're just so beautiful, you're gorgeous, you're making me a nervous
wreck."
   "Well, that won't do, will it?" Amanda purred.  "We can't have you
walking around thinking those horrible thoughts without being able to do
anything about it, can we?" She sat back on her haunches, and, thankful for
the loose, easy feeling and the warm heaviness the alcohol had brought on,
slowly pulled her bikini bra off and laid it on the floor beside her. 
"Mmmmm, that's better," she continued to purr, "feels better now." She
leaned over and started to rub her tits up and down on his cock, one on
either side of the bulge.  Rod made a strangled noise in the back of his
throat, and said something that sounded like 'oh my god', but Amanda
couldn't be sure.  She reached up and slowly unbuttoned Rod's shirt.  It
wasn't tucked into his shorts, so when she got to the last button, she was
able to pull the shirt wide open and have a good look.  Even though his
legs were hairy, his chest was relatively smooth, and though she had seen
men's chests countless times before, and Andy's often enough when he was
naked, she felt like she were really seeing a masculine chest for the first
time.  His gut protruded over the top of his waistband, soft and fleshy,
and as she rubbed her hands over it, she realized that Rod's gut was more
exciting to her more than the sixpack that Andy had worked so hard for.
   "There, that's better, now we're both topless.  Here, let me sign that
thing for you." she said as she put her hands on the tops of his thighs and
rose to stand before him, and when Rod didn't react, she pulled the receipt
out of his hand and located the signature line.  "Do you want to hand me
the pen?" she grinned at him.  Moving as if he were underwater, Rod managed
to lift his left hand up to grasp the pen.  The pocket clip was fastened to
her bikini, and as he tugged to free it, his right hand reached out to
brace against her hip.  As his right thumb slipped under the bikini bottom,
the pen came free in his left hand, and he offered it meekly to her,
leaving his right hand where it was, as if he had suddenly realized that
she had made so many moves already that it was up to him to do something.
Amanda took the pen from him and signed the receipt, then dropped the pen
and paper on the floor.
   "Can't do much with one hand stuck there like that, can you?" she
laughed, and she undid the side tie that held the bottom together.  The
bottom opened and fell away, fluttering to the floor, leaving her standing
there exposed to Rod's wondering gaze.  Still he gripped her hip as if he
couldn't let go, staring stupidly at her bush, unable to tear his eyes
away. Amanda felt feverish, flush with success.  She felt like a total
slut, and wondered that she hadn't ever thought of doing this before.
   "Oh, you poor baby," she cooed, making her voice a throaty whisper, "you
look like you're just suffering something awful.  I'd love to help you out
with that." As she bent over him, her breasts hung like ripe melons right
at his eye level.  She reached down and unfastened his shorts and, with
some difficulty, unzipped his fly.  His cock, oozing pre-cum, had left a
little stain on his briefs, and she reached in and wrapped her hand around
only the second penis she had ever touched.  Rod's rod jumped at her touch,
and she laughed softly at the thought that it had taken on a life of it's
own.  Pulling it out of his briefs, she marvelled at the sight.  She had
only ever seen Andy's cock in the dim light of his bedroom, and even though
she had been close to it the several times she had sucked it, it had always
been in near-darkness, barely able to distinguish the outline.  Now, here
on the sofa, in the middle of a blazing summer afternoon, with brilliant
sunshine streaming through the windows and lighting up the room, she was,
for virtually the first time, face-to-face with a rock hard dick, and she
reflected that in some important ways, she was still a virgin.  "Ooohh,
that's nice," she giggled, and she dropped to her knees and stroked her
fingers up and down the shaft.  Looking innocently up at Rod, she asked
sweetly, "Is it okay if I taste it?" Rod could only nod dumbly.  She leaned
down and took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the slit and
tasting the salty flavor.  Andy's cock had only been a hard lump of flesh
to her, with no special taste or feeling to it, just a fleshy wand that
wasn't either pleasant or gross, it just was.  Rod's cock was so different;
it was warm and throbbing and delicious, and she felt she had discovered a
new delicacy to be savored many more times.  She felt more pre-cum oozing
out, and she savored the spicy taste, so different from Andy's flavorless
spunk that she had never been able to bring herself to swallow.  As she
took more of him into her mouth, moving her lips wetly down the shaft, Rod
let go with a clearly audible 'oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh
my god', his head collapsing back as if his neck were suddenly unable to
bear the weight.
   Amanda pulled her mouth off of his cock, slurping loudly as she did so,
and tugged at his shorts and briefs to pull them all the way off.  Rod
lifted his hips, then took over the job, slipping off his sandals and
sliding his pants and underwear completely off.  Amanda gripped the base of
his cock, making a tight circle of her thumb and index finger.  Rod was
definitely smaller than Andy had been.  Amanda wasn't sure how much
smaller, but at the moment, with the thing bobbing around before her
wondering eyes, it seemed huge.  Leaning forward, Amanda began to rub the
head of his cock over her nipples, then wrapped her boobs around the shaft.
Rod was looking intently at the show, his eyes as big as saucers.  Amanda
began to move slowly upward, letting his cock and balls rub against her
chest and belly, then trail briefly through her pubic nest and brush her
cunt lips, and still she continued to slide up, her juice trickling down
and leaving a sticky trail against his stomach.  She pulled on his arm to
get him to lay back on the couch, and she straddled him and continued to
drag her moistness up, up, up his chest, his neck, until she was positioned
right above his mouth.  She ran her fingers through his hair, then stuck a
thumb in his mouth and stroked his tongue with it.
   "You're going to be a good boy for me now, aren't you, Rod?" she
breathed, hardly daring to hope that Rod would give her what Andy never
had. Rod nodded quickly.  "Yes, ma'am, I'll do the best I can." Amanda
frowned and pouted a little.  "You make me feel so old when you call me
ma'am," she scolded, "so don't call me that anymore.  My name is Amanda,
and you can call me that if you want, or you can call me a filthy little
cunt whore, either one will do."
   "Yes, ma'am," and he winced at his automatic response, "I mean, Amanda,
yes Amanda, I'll do my best."
   "That's better," she said warmly, and put her hands on the arm of the
sofa to better support herself as she lowered her juicy pussy until it was
just above his mouth, almost touching his lips.  He reached up to wrap his
arms around her thighs and pulled her down onto his lips, and in one
breathless instant, Amanda felt the most amazing and thrilling sensation
she had experienced yet.  Rod's tongue plowed up into the fleshy folds and
probed a little deeper, and her juice was really beginning to flow in
earnest now.  As his tongue dug deep into her tunnel, she knew that already
she felt so much better with Rod than she ever had with Andy.  She was
aware of little animal grunts escaping her lips every time he made a
particularly good stroke.  Then he found her clitoris and tongued it hard,
and Amanda's back suddenly arched with no conscious effort on her part, and
she realized she had let go a shriek before she knew it.
   "Oh Rod, that's sooo good, that's sooo nice" she panted, "don't stop,
baby, keep it up." Rod obliged her, sucking and slurping, his tongue
sliding over her clit faster and harder, and she felt like pure pleasure
was glowing in her cunt and running all the way back through her ass.  "Oh
god, yes, yes, that's it, suck it, suck it, OOWWW OOHHH AAAHHHH!!!" she
screamed, and she realized she was in the middle of an orgasm like she had
never had before, bucking and rolling, and poor Rod had all he could do
just to keep his mouth on her pussy.
   After she had recovered her senses a little, Amanda thought that if he
could make her feel like that with his tongue, what would it be like to...
"I have to get that rock hard cock of yours inside me," she panted, "that's
okay with you, isn't it?  You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you, baby?"
   "Oh my god, yes ma'am...  I mean, yes Amanda, yes please, I want to...
to..." he was so damned cute, here he was with a naked, soaking wet pussy
on his chin, and he was still blushing too hard to finish the sentence, so
she finished it for him, "You want me to wrap my pussy around your cock and
ride you like a bronco until you shoot your cumload deep inside me, don't
you?"
   "Oh god, yes, please, ma'...  Amanda, I want that so badly I can't stand
it."
   "Okay, you're such a good boy, I just can't say no to such a gentleman,"
she teased.  Sliding back down his chest, pausing every few inches to grind
her dew into his skin, she worked her way back down to his cock.  Reaching
around behind her to grab the shaft, she guided it up to her pussy lips and
stroked the head back and forth on her slit, working it gradually into her
tunnel.  When she felt her cunt completely surrounding the head, Rod
surprised her by letting forth an animal moan from somewhere so far back in
his throat that it sounded like it came from underneath him.  She continued
to work his cock into her soaking pussy, and with a sudden stroke, she slid
all the way down to the base.  She marvelled at how Rod's cock, smaller
than Andy's, still managed to make her feel full.  Her cunt was burning,
and she felt herself almost involuntarily contracting her muscles around
his meat, pulling on it as if to suck the spunk from his balls.  Rod wasn't
even thrusting, he was just laying there with his eyes almost rolled back
into his head.  Amanda began sliding up and down on his cock, pulling it
almost halfway out, then stroking downward savagely, pounding him with
ferocious intent, feeling his balls that had been drenched with her juices
slapping wetly against her asshole with every downbeat, her clit rasping on
the shaft and forcing little "oh oh oh" noises from her.  "Oh god, it's so
good," Rod moaned, "please say it feels this good for you, too, I want so
badly to please you, I want you to cum and cum and cum..." Amanda panted
fiercely, gripping his shoulders and continuing her assault on his prick,
and she felt such a wave of pleasure that she laughed out loud, and through
the laughter, she said, "I'll bet you say that to all the girls you fuck."
Rod looked slightly stricken as his eyes met hers, and he gripped her waist
as he said, "No, ma'am, you're the first."
   Amanda's head spun as she sought to grasp the meaning of his words. 
"I'm the first you've ever said that to?" she gasped, and then the full
force of his meaning hit her.  "You mean you're a virgin?  I'm your first
fuck, ever?" Rod nodded vigorously, then suddenly his eyes flew open wide.
"Oh my god," he moaned, "here it comes, I'm going to...  going to...UHH! 
UHH!  UUHHHHH!  OOOHHHHH!" As Amanda felt his cock shooting hot sperm up
into her, the emotion closed on her heart like a fist.  He was shooting his
first fuckload ever, into HER, spraying his hot jism up into her, and the
idea and the feeling suddenly collided in her chest, and she exploded with
a sensation she had never felt before, a pleasure beyond pleasure, and she
was thrashing wildly like a madwoman, screaming and shaking as the electric
shocks pounded her pussy and sent a rolling blackout through her skull. 
She must have passed out, because the next thing she knew, she was laying
full out on Rod's chest, her pussy still wrapped around his throbbing
prick, and his hands had slipped from her waist to rest on her thighs.
   Rod was taking in deep, ragged breaths, shuddering and trembling at the
force of what he had just felt.  His face had the strangest expression
Amanda had ever seen, an emotion that was beyond satisfaction or pleasure
or even wonder.  Rod seemed to be in another universe, and Amanda began to
worry.  She slowly slid off of him, her pussy making a wet sucking sound as
his cock plopped out of her, dripping pussy juice and sperm, and within
seconds, a smile began to grow on Rod's face, a smile that just grew wider
and wider, and she could tell how completely unconscious it was, how little
he was able to control it, and she knew he'd be smiling like that for a
good long time before being able to bring his facial muscles back under
control.
   Amanda had completely given up on the idea of the swimming pool, but now
she was funkier and sweatier than ever.  She smelled the sex in the room
and hoped her own body odor wasn't grossing Rod out.  Stroking his face and
chest, Amanda leaned over to kiss his neck, then whispered, "Do you have
time for a shower, you big fucking stud?" All Rod could do was nod and grin
like an idiot.  Amanda got up from the sofa, then grabbed Rod's arm and
pulled him to his feet, holding his hand as she lead him back to the
bathroom.  The spray from the hot water was an idyllic counterpoint to the
savage fucking they had just done, and with more tenderness than Amanda
would have thought possible, Rod lathered her body and gently cleaned every
inch, stroking and tickling with the open wonder that every explorer must
feel when they make their first real discovery of unknown lands.
   As they toweled each other off after the shower, Amanda enjoyed rubbing
lotion in her hands, then applying the cold smooth stuff to Rod's rapidly
re-stiffening cock, causing him to shiver and moan with delight.  After he
was back in his uniform, Amanda was still strutting around the aparment
wrapped only in a towel.  She went into the bedroom to slip on a t-shirt,
so she could walk him to his van and tease him a little bit before he went
back to work.  As the shirt slid over her head, she saw the red Roxy panty
again, and she got an idea.  Amanda got an awful, wonderful idea, of how
she could use Rod to thank Roxy.  Walking to the door of her apartment, she
placed her body up against it so Rod would have to deal with her to get
out.
   "Listen, Rod, first I have to thank you for this afternoon.  I hope you
don't think I'm blowing smoke when I tell you this was the best afternoon
I've ever had.  In my life." And she looked at him with such seriousness
that he had no choice but take her at her word.  "Rod, love, I want to ask
a really huge favor.  I'd like to show you to someone, but I don't want to
introduce you as a lover.  Just yet." As a look of seriousness crossed his
face, Amanda hastened to add, "Don't worry, it's not an ex-boyfriend or
husband or anything bad like that, I'd just like my girlfriend to think
we've never met before, 'cuz I want her to see you picking me up at a bar,
like I was a filthy whore, and walking out with me.  Next Friday, at eight,
at the Short Line lounge on Sullivan.  Would you be willing to do that for
me, honey?  If you do, I can promise I'll hold up my end of it, and if you
don't have anything else going on, we'll spend the night together.  The
WHOLE night, if you know what I mean," and she suddenly grabbed him and
pulled him close, pulling up the front of her shirt and pressing her
nakedness up against Rod's uniform, grinding her hips into Rod's a little
as she did so.
   "Yes, Amanda, I'd love to do that for you.  Wild horses couldn't drag me
away from it, I swear to you."
   "Good, that's good to hear, you studley little studboy," she laughed,
and peeled herself away from the door.  Finding the pen again, she
scribbled her phone number on Rod's copy of the receipt, drawing a heart
around it.  She realized she didn't want to walk him out to his van; if she
did, he might to give her a goodbye kiss; she knew that if he managed to
plant one on her, she would be lost, and she did NOT want that, she was
sure of it.  She pushed him out into the hall, then reached out and firmly
squeezed his butt, seconds before the door closed.  Turning around to look
at the interior of her "first time ever been screwed in" living room, her
eyes fell on the manilla envelope she had signed for.  It was the skirt,
and as she she opened the envelope, pulled it out, and held it up to her
hips, she pictured the look on Roxy's face and started laughing loud and
long.
   2 The creep at the Penny
   The rest of the week was just as hot, and Amanda went to the pool every
single day, spending most of her time there hugging the wall next to the
waterjet instead of swimming, letting the pulsing rush of water massage her
stomach and pelvis and thinking about the look on Rod's face just after his
climax.  It almost frightened her, to realize the power of that expression,
but she was also craving to see it again, and she wondered if she ever
would; or if she ever would again with Rod, anyway.  She had a suspicion
that it might be a once-in-a-lifetime expression that could only be created
on the occasion of a man's losing his virginity, but she was happy to give
Rod a lot more chances to find out.
   The closer she got to Friday, the longer it seemed to take to get there.
On Wednesday, she shaved off her pubic hair, giving her lips a softness, a
smooth tenderness, that she couldn't stop caressing for the rest of the
night.  On Thursday, she was on pins and needles, and to relieve a little
of the anxiety, she thought she'd try a dress rehearsal.  She slipped on
the red silken panty that hugged her so nicely, then pulled the short
orange-toned skirt on, and topped it off with a satiny white blouse that
was tight enough to pull her boobs togther to make some nice cleavage.  She
didn't own any high heels, but she had some sandals with a two-inch base
that rose quite a bit at the back.  She added a necklace and bracelet of
tiny silver beads and stood admiring herself in the mirror for a long time
before she had the nerve to go outside like that.  In the end, she settled
for a walk up the street, to the Stop N Save's bottle shop, to indulge
herself with a bottle of Irish Creme.  She could see the boy behind the
counter sizing her up, and she thought for sure she'd start blushing;
somehow she managed to hold herself together as she leaned way over the
counter to collect her change from the kid, making sure he got a tremendous
eyeful down the front of her blouse.  As she'd hoped, the kid's eyes were
locked onto her breasts, and Amanda couldn't be sure they'd ever made eye
contact.  So far, so good, and she was starting to believe in her own
sexiness.  On the way out, she practiced swaying her hips from side to
side, and a backward glance told her the kid was still wrapped up in her
curves.
   Friday came, and she stashed the outfit at the bottom of a handbag that
she left in the car.  Work crawled by with agonizing slowness.  She thought
she might see Roxy once or twice throughout the day, and hoped that she
would; she was beginning to badly crave some reassurance.  She even flashed
on the ugly thought that Rod might stand her up; and once she'd had that
thought, she couldn't make it go away.  She fiercely needed an ego shot, a
friendly voice urging her forward.  But the day wore on with no sign of
Roxy.
   Finally it was 5 pm.  Amanda knew that Roxy, usually joined by Cleo,
Annie and Teresita, often hit the drive-thru on Barnstead Parkway first, to
grab a twelve-pack and do some serious damage to it in the parking lot of
the Sizzle Shop.  They probably wouldn't hit the Short Line until 6:30 or
7:00, so Amanda had plenty of time to change.  She went to her car and got
the handbag from the back seat, intending to take it back in the office and
change in the bathroom.  Once she had the bag in hand, she took a quick
look around the basement garage where she was parked.  Outside, the humid
summer day was at it's hottest, but the windowless underground garage was
relatively cool; quiet and still, dimly lit and seemingly part of another
world.  Amanda looked around again.  There were perhaps a dozen cars or so
parked in her section.  She didn't see anybody coming, and she had the
sudden inspiration to just change right there in the garage.  Standing
beside her car, she slipped off her shoes and slacks, then quickly pulled
off her cotton panties and stuffed them all in the bag.  Nervously, she
pulled on the red panty from Roxy, quickly followed by the skirt.  She
stripped off her shirt and bra; in the reflection from her car window, she
admired her breasts for a moment, pinching the nipples to watch with
detached amusement as they stiffened under the attention.  In one
gut-wrenching instant, she saw, reflected in the window of her car, the
face of someone sitting in a car parked 4 stalls away, staring at her.  He
must have been there the whole time, she realized, just sitting quietly. 
Oh my god, she thought miserably, I don't believe this, some guy just saw
me strip.  She paused for a long second, her back to the observer, watching
the reflection of her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her
breath.  She slipped the blouse on and buttoned it as Roxy had advised,
then turned on her heel to look directly at the guy.  She didn't recognize
him, and as soon as he saw she was looking at him, he quickly looked down,
then started his car and pulled out.  As he drove past her, Roxy put her
foot up on the tire, pulling her skirt way up and giving the guy a clear
view of the red panty; his mouth actually dropped open, and the car slowed
to a crawl; then he jammed on the gas, and from the way he drove out of the
garage, it seemed like he couldn't get out of there fast enough.
   'Ha,' she thought, 'he was embarrassed, he wanted to see me naked but he
got caught staring.  He WANTED to see me naked.  ME, Amanda Ryder, naked.'
She felt slutty and whorish, and totally hot, and suddenly she couldn't
wait to get to the Short Line, to see Rod there and show herself off to
him, and to see how Roxy and the others would react.
   Sliding behind the wheel, she checked the clock in her car.  5:20.  She
still had some time to kill.  Pulling a little spray bottle of Navy from
her purse, she gave herself a quick spritz behind each ear, then another
quick shot between her breasts.  For a few moments, she considered heading
over to the Sizzle Shop to see if Roxy and company were there, maybe park
next to them and joke around for a bit.  Might ruin the surprise though. 
She wanted Roxy to get the total effect, wanted to see Roxy's face when she
came sweeping through the door.  Eventually, Amanda drove over to the Green
Penny, where she planned to get a little lubrication, maybe suck down a
whisky sour before heading out to the Short Line.
   It had been several years since she'd foot in the Penny, but the place
hadn't changed in the slightest.  The interior was dimly lit even by bar
standards, and it took Amanda a minute to get her bearings.  Pretty quiet
for a Friday evening, she reflected, but then it was still early.  There
were a couple of young guys in a booth at the back, eating burgers and
drinking a pitcher; when they saw Amanda, they gave her the once over, then
took a second look, and one of them kept glancing back every few seconds,
as if trying to memorize what he saw.  At the far end of the bar was a
double-knit character nursing a gin and tonic, and when Amanda sat down
four stools away, he evidently thought that was more than enough invitation
to come over and sit next to her.  He produced what he must have thought
was an ingratiating smile; it wasn't bad, as smiles went, but there was a
definitely oily quality to it, and Amanda was intrigued and put off at the
same time.
   "Hi, sweetness," he murmured as he parked himself beside her, "can I get
you something?"
   "No, thanks, I've got it," she said cautiously, unsure of the rules and
at what point she could stop getting by on ignorance.  He just smiled wider
and, as the bartender came up, he placed a hand gently, briefly on her
forearm and said, "I'll have what she's having." The bartender raised half
an eyebrow, then turned to Amanda to ask for her choice.  "Um, whisky
sour," Amanda said quietly, wondering if she were getting into something
she wouldn't be able to handle.  The guy held up two fingers and mouthed
the word 'two', making some signal that Amanda supposed was an instruction
to the bartender to put it on his tab.  The bartender turned away to mix
the drinks, and the guy sat expectantly, saying nothing, waiting on the
alcohol to appear.  When the drinks were set before them, he turned to
Amanda and said, "I know I've never seen you in here before, 'cuz I
wouldn't be able to forget such a fine fox as you." He took a sip of his
drink, looking at her over his glass.  Amanda had no idea how to respond,
so she picked up the glass and took a sip, returning the gaze over the top
of her glass and wondering how she should react.  God, he seemed so sure of
himself, nothing at all like Rod.  There was something very appealing about
his self-assuredness, very forceful.  Very masculine, she supposed, and she
was tempted for a few seconds to let this joker take it as far as he
wanted, until she reflected that would probably mean she'd be laying on her
back in a seedy motel room, or worse, the back of his car.  She downed half
her drink at a gulp, and double-knit seemed to think that meant he'd be
getting laid within the hour, because he moved in closer and put his arm
around the back of her stool, trying to wedge his thumb under her thigh. 
Amanda jumped when she felt that.  If this was what it was to be a slut,
she decided she didn't want any part of it.  My god, how had she gotten so
lucky with Rod?  A sweet sweet child in a man's body, not an oversexed
idiot like this guy.  She tried to back away, but he was so close now,
leaning in to take a good look down her open blouse.  Almost unconsciously,
she put her hand over her chest and leaned away; even as she did so, her
fingers brushed her nipples, and she was vaguely surprised to feel how hard
they had gotten.  Glancing down, she saw her nipples clearly outlined
through the satiny material.  The creep leaned in even closer.
   "Mmmm, a shy little piece, thass nice, thass real nice.  I bet you're an
animal in the sheets, aren't you, sweetie?" He downed the rest of his
whisky sour at a gulp and reached over to stroke the side of her breast
with the back of his hand, then drew his fingers over her stiff nipple and
gave it an experimental little squeeze.  A pang of pleasure shot through
Amanda at that, and she wondered again if she was now obligated, if she had
to go through with it.  Part of her tingled in anticipation, but that part
was definitely in the minority, and most of her was just dismayed at the
thought of being groped by this...  this...  this goddamn moron.  Still,
having no clear idea of the rules at this point, she was starting to settle
into a sinking resignation that she would have to spread her legs for him.
God!  All she wanted was a little validation, not some greasy cumstain
between her thighs...
   "Excuse me, ma'am, is this guy bothering you?" a young voice suddenly
broke in on her daymare, and Amanda (and the double-knit) actually jumped
at the intrusion.  Amanda's initial sense of surprise gave way immediately
to a flooding sense of relief and gratitude at being rescued by...  she
took a close look at her knight, and saw that it was one of the young guys
she had seen eating burgers in the corner; the fat one, she thought, then
felt guilty about giving her rescuer such a label, and nodded slightly and
shyly.
   "Scuse me chum, I don't believe this is summa yer bidness," double-knit
started, but Amanda's nod had given chubs all the fortification he needed,
and he wrapped his arm protectively around Amanda's shoulders and pulled
her off the barstool, gently stirring her toward the table where his
body-builder looking friend sat with head down, toying with his french
fries with an air of 'oh god, the fat goof's doing it again, when will he
just butt the fuck out?'
   "Okay, one, I'm not your chum," said the big guy, "and two, why don't
you take your business to the Catthouse and find some little crackwhore
mama who knows what you're all about and doesn't mind the sleaze factor. 
Okay?  Chum?" he finished, just a little too loudly.  Double-knit looked
like he was about push the guy, when he suddenly decided it wasn't worth
it.
   "You know what?  Yer right, friend, you can have her, she'll cost you a
lot more than you're willing to pay and you won't get a fucking thing from
all that hard-spent dough," he snarled, and just like that, he was gone.
   Amanda turned to size up her rescuer, who was already turning away to go
back to the table with his friend.  She grabbed him by the arm and pulled
him back for a moment, hugging him close, as she whispered in his ear,
"Thank you, I really needed you, you have no idea.  I'm really not a slut,
I promise, but if you're here next week at this same time, I'll repay your
kindness the way a totally crazy slut would.  Thanks again." And she pulled
his face to hers and gave him a full kiss on the lips that left him with a
dazed and happy look as she turned and ran out into the humid evening.
   Amanda turned to size up her rescuer, who was already turning away to go
back to the table with his friend.  She grabbed him by the arm and pulled
him back for a moment, hugging him close, as she whispered in his ear,
"Thank you, I really needed you, you have no idea.  I'm really not a slut,
I promise, but if you're here next week at this same time, I'll repay your
kindness the way a totally crazy slut would.  Thanks again." And she pulled
his face to hers and gave him a full kiss on the lips that left him with a
dazed and happy look as she turned and ran out into the humid evening.  By
the time she got to her car, Amanda realized she was shaking all over. 
What the hell had she been thinking?  If that fat g...  if that guy hadn't
been there, she would have let herself be raped by a total creep.  God. 
Suddenly, all she could think about was Rod, about how much she wanted to
feel his arms around her, holding her close and squeezing all the breath
out of her.  Sliding behind the wheel, she gripped it tight in a mostly
successful effort to stop the shaking of her hands.
  
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