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CHAPTER ELEVEN

At two-thirty Wendy walked down to get Sander's mail. He would he gone for most of the day editing the film Wendy had made her cinema debut in, had told her to amuse herself until he returned. She imagined he wouldn't be home until after seven, wondered what she would do to occupy her time until then.

She wore her snug-fitting jeans; a white blouse, and Sander's bedroom slippers, had not bothered to get dressed until a few minutes earlier, had thrown her clothes on without bothering even to put on socks or panties. She found the rows of mail boxes easily enough, and pulled out two large envelopes and a small package, glanced at them with disinterest, decided they were of no particular concern to herself. She turned around and almost knocked over a slender Chinese girl who was trying to get to her own mail.

"Oh!" Wendy started, "I'm sorry… I wasn't looking where…"

"Don't worry about it," the girl laughed, showing even white teeth. Her face was oval, was classically beautiful, her features finely delicate, as if chiseled from smoky-amber jade. She had high cheek bones, dark – almost black – eyes, and the most kissable, soft-looking mouth imaginable. Her hair was even blacker than her eyes, hung straight to her shoulders, satiny smooth. She said with a smile, "You must be new in the building. I don't think I've ever seen you around before."

"I just moved in yesterday," Wendy smiled back. "I'm in apartment twenty-one. Upstairs."

"We're neighbors then," the Chinese girl said brightly. "I'm in twenty-six, just down and across the hall from you." She bent over to open her mail box, wore jeans and a knit turtle-neck blouse, and when she moved her firm breasts pushed against the fabric, rounded it with their full profile.

Wendy swallowed silently, then quickly averted her eyes, was angry with herself for responding so easily to another girl's body, even one as flawless as the Chinese girl's. She said with studied calmness, "This seems like a nice place to live. It's so quiet around here."

The Chinese girl laughed, "It starts to get a little noisy at night. There's always a lot of parties going on. Of course, I miss most of it because I work nights. Oh, by the way, I'm Kim Lee. I imagine we'll be passing each other in the hallway quite a bit."

"My name's Wendy. So, where do you work?"

"I work at Jimbo's on Sunset Boulevard. I'm a dancer." She laughed. "I show my tits and ass to a crowd of perverts and maniacs. The money's good enough, though."

"You certainly have the build for it," Wendy said without thinking, immediately regretted admitting she had even noticed.

"That's sweet of you to say," Kim smiled. "Say, are you doing anything right now? I have a bottle of Puerto Rican rum and I hate to drink alone. Would you like to come over? I'm just killing time until I go to work tonight."

"I could use something to drink," Wendy giggled, felt a little reckless. "Sure. I'm just killing time, too."

They walked back up to Kim Lee's apartment, and Kim asked, "How would you like your mm?" She motioned for Wendy to sit down. "I've got some mix to make Pina Coladas. How does that sound?"

Wendy laughed from the couch, "It sounds like a medical term for something obscene. What is it?"

"Oh, it tastes like coconut."

"I'll try it," Wendy nodded, and while Kim was in the kitchen mixing the drinks, she glanced around the room, decided that Kim must have been quite a successful dancer to afford such an apartment.

"Here we go," Kim said, handed Wendy's drink to her, then sat down on the other end of the couch. "So," she said, "tell me about yourself."

"This is really good," Wendy said, took another sip. "It doesn't even taste like there's any alcohol in it. It actually tastes good."

"It'll sneak up on you," Kim warned her, and sure enough, an hour later, Wendy's world was starting to spin. She was sprawled on the couch, her long legs stretched out before her, could not remember ever feeling so out of touch with reality.

"I have to pee," Kim giggled, was obviously on the road to total oblivion herself. She stood shakily, giggled again when she almost toppled over an end table, then walked unsteadily to the bathroom.

Wendy looked up and could see that Kim didn't bother to shut the door, that she just pulled her tight jeans and bikini panties down and sat on the toilet. Wendy watched with an almost detached curiosity, her interest somehow strangely impersonal, until the Chinese girl looked up with a startled giggle and pushed the door shut.

Wendy leaned back on the couch, found that she was breathing just a little quicker than normal, realized with a small start that Kim Lee was becoming increasingly alluring to her, was actually beginning to arouse her sexually. Wendy swallowed, suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She considered going back to her own apartment, did not want to get involved in anything intimate with the Chinese girl, especially at her own initiation. And she knew that if she drank much more, she just might say something that would only embarrass them both, that she might actually attempt to approach the girl, thus ending their friendship before it even got started.

Kim came back through the bathroom door, the zipper at the front of her jeans still undone, had managed at least to fasten the snap. Wendy could see the silky blue sheen of her lacy panties through the zipper opening, looked away awkwardly.

Kim threw herself lazily on the couch again. She picked her drink up and emptied the glass, sat for a moment staring straight ahead, a foolish expression on her pretty face.

Wendy suddenly burst out laughing, could not stop.

"What's so funny?" Kim asked, and she looked at Wendy and began to laugh also, even though she didn't know at what.

"It's something dumb," Wendy was still laughing, shook her head.

"What? Tell me. What is it? Come on!"

"Oh," Wendy started, "it's just that when I was in school, a friend of mine told me that…"

"What!" Kim laughed. "Don't stop now!"

"She told me that… that Chinese girls had… you know, vaginas that slit sideways instead of up and down… and when they slid down a banister, it went, blib, blib, blib, blib…"

And she flipped her finger up and down between her lips, demonstrated the sound for Kim, was still laughing. "It's so ridiculous," she said, "I don't even know why I thought about it. See? I told you it was dumb."

"But it's true!" Kim insisted with a giggle.

Wendy stared at her, then shook her head with a laugh of disbelief, "It is not! You're just making fun of me."

Then the Chinese girl said, "I'll show you if you don't believe me. Do you want to see?" And she giggled again.

Everything seemed fuzzy to Wendy. Kim Lee's offer excited her, sent a small shiver down her back and straight to her warm genitals, but she would never admit it. She said nothing.

"Do you want to see?" the Chinese girl asked again.

"All right," Wendy said finally, her voice trembling slightly.

"Well, come here then," Kim said softly. "I'm too drunk to move anywhere." And she unsnapped the front of her denims, with her thumbs hooked under the waistband raised herself and pushed them, along with her panties, down to her knees. She spread her firmly rounded thighs until the tangle of jeans and underwear slipped to her slender ankles, then lay her head back and closed her eyes, waiting.

Wendy kicked off her bedroom slippers, pulled her feet up on the couch, managed to scoot herself over beside Kim. She was still a little dizzy, had not noticed it so much until she'd tried moving. She stared down at the glossy black mass of curly hair between Kim's brown thighs, could see the dark outer lips of the Chinese girl's moist cunt peeking put at her. Kim's pink labia were wetly slick and parted slightly, the area within the soft crevice they formed shadowed.

Their charade forgotten, Wendy touched the delicate cleft hesitantly. When Kim Lee made no protest, Wendy slowly slipped her finger into the slippery hole of her, felt Kim Lee stiffen with a quiet sigh and spread her knees still wider. Wendy explored her gently, with her fingertip found the Chinese girl's pink clit, touched at it teasingly, felt Kim stiffen again, her soft moan more pronounced this time.

Kim Lee opened her eyes slowly, smiling provocatively at Wendy, then put her arms around Wendy's shoulders. She pulled Wendy to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Wendy responded in kind, probed against Kim's tongue with her own, pushing her finger steadily up into Kim's cunt.

Kim kissed Wendy amid a profusion of little sighs and whimpers, whispered hoarsely to her, "You're setting my pussy on fire! Deeper, push your finger in deeper! Oh! Let's go into the bedroom and get the sheets all sweaty!" And she dropped her hand to the waistband of Wendy's beltless denims, flipped the snap open, then slowly pulled down Wendy's zipper. "You're not wearing any panties!" she giggled, slipping her fingers out from the opened zipper. "Are you into anything kinky?"

"Like what?" Wendy asked, was trying to imagine what Kim meant, growing more excited at the possibility of doing something – anything – really bizarre.

"Come on," the Chinese girl smiled mysteriously, her dark eyes bright, and led Wendy into the bathroom.

"What!" Wendy asked, startled at Kim Lee's outrageous suggestion. They were both naked and in the bathtub, Kim on her slender back, her dark skin shining damply, the brown puckered nipples of her large breasts swollen rubbery hard and pointing outwards. Wendy squatted directly over Kim's face, was braced with her knees against each side of the tub, was holding herself steady with her hands. "What do you want me to do?" she asked again, could not believe she'd heard correctly, could not imagine anyone asking her such a thing.

"Piss in my face," Kim smiled up at Wendy from between her bare thighs. "Just piss… go ahead."

"I… what do you mean?" Wendy couldn't help laughing nervously. "Are you serious?"

Kim raised her head and kissed Wendy's wetly gaping cunt, tongued slowly between the moist folds, lingeringly, then lapped warmly up into the sugary hole itself.

Wendy squirmed against her, her smooth thighs beginning to quake at the electric spasms coursing through them. She felt the girl's agilely probing tonguetip flicking lightly at her acutely sensitive clit, teasing at it, inflaming it until it was distended and throbbing. Wendy started to sag into the tub, with an effort held herself up. Her breathing was growing gradually more harsh, her firm breasts rising and falling more quickly, hardening with each lick of indescribable pleasure Kim sent racing through her tremulous loins.

"Go ahead," Kim coaxed, her voice thickening with desire. "Piss on me while I lick your cunt. Don't be shy."

Wendy swallowed hard, realized that Kim was indeed serious, that for some reason – however perverted – the Chinese girl actually wanted Wendy to urinate on her. And on her face yet! Wendy had difficulty adjusting to the idea. "I-I don't think I can," she stammered, began to blush self-consciously.

"There's no hurry," Kim laughed hoarsely, sucking and smacking with her lips at Wendy's glistening cunt, wallowing in its warm lubrication. "Whenever you're ready surprise me."

Wendy nodded silently, decided to herself that if she was going to do it, she might as well get it quickly over with. She took a steadying breath, then tried to do as Kim Lee had asked, discovered she had trouble relaxing the muscles holding her urine, that while the slender Chinese girl's moist tongue darted into her, she could just not let go of her own accord. She strained, and then suddenly the full spray of her yellow water burst from her, splattering Kim Lee's face.

Kim jerked her head back abruptly, her mouth opened wide, closed in on the stream as if it was wine, following it up until her lips finally enclosed the tiny hole of Wendy's urethra and sucked at it hungrily.

Wendy watched with utter fascination, could never in her wildest fantasies have ever imagined anything so totally bizarre, was at the same time amazed at the perverted thrill she felt at urinating into Kim's mouth. She pushed with her stomach muscles, filled Kim's mouth again and again, the small lump in Kim's throat bobbing as she swallowed, gulping loudly.

Kim Lee squirmed wildly, her damp buttocks making tiny squeaking noises against the bottom of the tub, her slim legs thrashing, was apparently experiencing some kind of sexual thrill from the lewd act. She was moaning and sighing with guttural sounds of excitement and delight each time Wendy let up for a second and then started again. Wendy finally felt the last dribble of her urine stream from her, was surprised at how full her bladder had been, was more surprised at how much Kim had swallowed.

Kim dropped her head back lifelessly, lay with her sleek black hair in yellow liquid, her mouth open still, gasping for breath.

"I've never pissed in… anyone's mouth before," Wendy said shakily, stood up, feeling a bit guilty about having done it even though Kim had asked her. It seemed such a terribly degenerate thing to do, she thought with a small shudder, was so completely unnatural. And especially since she'd enjoyed doing it. "It was kind of a weird feeling."

Kim Lee opened her eyes slowly, smiled up at her. "Have you ever given a girl an enema before?"

"No," Wendy said. "No, I-I never have."

Kim giggled. "There's always at least one first time for everything."

Kim Lee lay spread-eagle, face down on her bed, her naked body trembling with anticipation, her small hands and feet tightly secured with brightly colored silk scarves that ran to each bed post. Kneeling between her legs, Wendy marveled at the sleekness of the Chinese girl's skin, at the smooth hollows and curves of her supple body. Kim's breasts were flattened slightly into the bed, her silky black hair still damp from just having been washed and combed out.

"What do I do?" Wendy asked uncertainly, held a heavy rubber enema bag with a long plastic nozzle in her hands. It was filled with warm soapy water. "I don't know how to do it."

Kim giggled. "Just shove the end of it all the way up my asshole, then squeeze until the bag's empty. It's easy."

Wendy set the rubber bag down beside her on the bed, then, leaning forward, she took the damp cheeks of Kim's round buttocks and spread them slowly apart with her fingers. She stared into the small puckered hole within, the elastic ring of dark flesh throbbing when she touched it with a fingertip.

Wendy picked up the enema bag and held the girl's buttocks apart while she poked the hard plastic nozzle into the tight opening. She heard Kim moan softly, felt her firm behind tense, and she slowly pushed the long snout of the enema up into Kim's throbbing rectum. "Ready?" Wendy asked, was more than merely curious to see what would follow.

"Uh huh," Kim nodded, thrusting her ass out as if to force the nozzle more deeply into her.

Wendy squeezed the bag and filled Kim Lee's hot anal passage with soapy liquid, felt the Chinese girl jerk, felt her tighten her anus to hold the mixture of soap and water within her. Wendy squeezed again, emptied the enema into Kim's rectum, and then very carefully eased the nozzle from the girl's anus. It pulled free easily enough, caused Kim to groan with a short gasp, holding the liquid in her bowels.

"It's going to really be a mess," Wendy said with a nervous giggle, dropped the enema bag to the floor. "It'll squirt all over the place when you let go."

"I'll clean it up later," Kim managed stiffly, concentrating on keeping her anus tight.

Wendy got up off the bed carefully so as not to jiggle Kim into a premature expulsion, went to the dresser and picked up the nine-thonged whip Kim had shown her just a few minutes earlier. She balanced the leather stock of it in her hand, was strangely excited about what she was going to do.

"I don't want to really hurt you," Wendy said slowly, glancing at the girl.

"Don't worry. It won't leave any permanent marks, it just stings like hell! Go ahead."

Wendy raised the whip high over her head, brought it down whistling through the air against the backs of Kim's soft upper thighs, the leather biting into the girl's warm flesh. Kim Lee jerked with a little groan, then before she could catch her breath, the whip snapped with a sharp crack at the damp cheeks of her buttocks, came down on her again and again. She twisted wildly, crying. Her soft lips pulled back over her teeth, her expression was contorted into a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. She gurgled, straining at her silken bonds, her smooth muscles tensed, while Wendy flailed at her with building enthusiasm, the lash stinging Kim's squirming buttocks into a crisscross of tiny red welts.

Wendy flogged the writhing Chinese girl with all her might, her own excitement so keen and intense she was shaking, her eyes wild. She was lashing Kim's tender behind with a mindless fury, each sharp lick of the whip sending another convulsion of trembling spasms through the bound girl's struggling body. And each time Kim jerked, a trickle of watery brown liquid spurted from her small anus, ran down along the crimson slash of her passion-slickened cunt and added to the wet stain forming on the bed. Kim squirmed and tossed like a live wire, her body shiny with perspiration, her hips pumping erratically, feverishly.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Oh! You're whipping me… to death! Harder! Harder! OH! Don't stop!" And she reached orgasm quickly, climaxing with a shuddering gasp that ended in a shriek, thrashing and trying to kick with her slender legs under the frenzied blows of the whip. The warm soapy water that filled her bowels suddenly exploded from her throbbing rectum with an obscene-sounding gush, squirted from her tight anus and showered the backs of her twitching thighs. She wailed with a long, choking sob, finally lay very still.

Wendy lowered the whip, stood shaking, her pretty face flushed with more than just her exertion.

"Untie me," Kim moaned, breathing unevenly. "God, my poor ass is stinging like crazy! Rub it, kiss it… anything!"

"You seemed to enjoy it!" Wendy giggled, undoing the silk scarves from the girl's wrists.

"I loved it!" Kim breathed. "You wouldn't believe the sensation when you start coming and all that warm water starts squirting out your asshole! I can't even describe it!"

"I can imagine!" Wendy giggled again, felt a tingling flash between her legs at the mere thought of it.

"Would you like to try it?" Kim asked her. "We don't have to use the whip. I'll suck on your pussy instead."

Wendy felt herself blushing again, could not imagine why after all she'd just been through. She said with a quiet smile, "There's always at least one first time for everything."