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CHAPTER SIX

Wendy looked up at the huge three-story frame house before her. It had been divided, and possibly even subdivided, into a maze of many small apartments. She glanced around critically – the area didn't impress her as being a particularly dangerous section. And it was clean. More importantly, it had been within walking distance of the Belmar Motel where she'd spent the night before and so had been fairly easy to find.

She carried the classified section of the newspaper with her, had circled in pencil an ad under the "Apartments to Share" heading, was now at the address. The ad said simply that the apartment offered was on the second floor, was $25 a week – the only thing Wendy had found that she could afford, much to her dismay, and to "See Sherry Hartman".

Wendy looked up at the house again, tucked the newspaper under her arm, and walked up the walk to the ornate front door. She looked over the four rows of buttons alongside the door, each with a small name tag beside it, found the one with "SHERRY HARTMAN" typed on it, and pressed the buzzer. When there was no answer, she pressed it again, jumped slightly when the rusted intercom speaker crackled and a feminine voice said, "Yes?"

Wendy said, "Hello. I've come to look at the apartment. The ad was in the paper…"

"I'm in 215," the girl said. "Just come right upstairs and turn left. The front door down there should be open."

Wendy crossed to the stairs, walked quickly up them, went directly to apartment 215. She knocked lightly.

The door opened arid Wendy found herself facing a young girl probably in her mid-twenties, a very slender, almost to the point of being boyish, girl who was taller even than Wendy. Her dark hair was cut in a shag, close to her head, and she wore black hip-hugger slacks and a matching halter top that showed a swath of her bare tanned middle and her navel. It was obvious the girl wore no bra but, unlike Wendy – who's round breasts jiggled with each little step she took – this lack of restraint served only for the girl to show gentle slopes of flesh and the distinct outlines of what must have been very large, and very pointy, nipples. In contrast to her lack of curves, however, the girl's face was decidedly feminine and, Wendy thought, extremely pretty.

"Hi," Sherry Hartman smiled. "Come in and look around." And she stepped aside to let Wendy in. "I was just fixing myself a rum and Coke. Would you like one?"

"Oh! Yes, thank you," Wendy answered uncertainly, thought if she refused it might cast doubt upon her age. She was immediately impressed, captivated actually, by the decor of the apartment.

"Take your time," Sherry said, and disappeared into what Wendy assumed was the kitchen. The thin girl called out, "Do you want a lot of rum or a lot of Coke or what?"

"Mostly Coke is fine," Wendy answered, looking round the room. A deeply padded leather and chrome-framed couch dominated one wall, right above it a large abstract painting done in vivid colors. Two matching chairs sat across from it, were offset by chrome lamps of varying height, and chrome and glass end-tables. The gold shag carpeting was deep, the matching drapes heavy and definitely not inexpensive. Smaller abstract paintings, some framed and some not, graced the other walls.

Sherry Hartman came back into the room and handed Wendy a drink.

"What a beautiful apartment!" Wendy said. "I love it. I absolutely love it!"

"I'll show you the rest," Sherry laughed, and led Wendy through the bright kitchen, the small bathroom, finally to the bedroom Wendy would have if she moved in. It was decorated in brown and gold, lacked only sheets and blankets for the huge double bed.

"Are there two bedrooms?" Wendy asked, had not noticed another.

"Well, of course!" Sherry giggled. "My room's right there." She pointed to a closed doorway. "It's really a mess," she laughed, took a large swallow of her drink.

Wendy glanced around the apartment again. She was enchanted by it, could find absolutely nothing wrong with it. It was almost too good to believe, both that she could afford it and that she had even found it. "It's still available?" she asked.

"So far," Sherry answered, and invited her to sit in one of the leather and chrome chairs. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's perfect!" Wendy said, took a very small sip of her rum and Coke and managed to swallow it without a pained expression. "I love it. It's just what I was looking for."

"When would you want to move in?" Sherry asked, had apparently accepted Wendy as her new roommate.

"Today?"

"Sure… that's fine."

"I feel really good about finding this place," Wendy said. "It was just so lucky!"

"I know what you mean," Sherry nodded. "Sometimes it's murder trying to find a place to live."

"I can imagine," Wendy said.

And then Sherry said with a smile, "You seem very young to be out on your own."

"I'm eighteen," Wendy said casually. "I'll be nineteen in September."

"Do you have a name?" Sherry asked, laughed.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I guess. It's Wendy. Wendy Winkler."

Wendy lounged in the bathtub, soaked in hot water to her neck, only her pretty face, her knees, and the scarlet tips of her breasts above the water line. She relaxed completely, wanted only to drift without purpose or problems, found herself thinking of Marshall Tucker, and of the somehow not alarming fact that she was no longer a virgin. "My, God, I've actually done it!" she thought with a giggle, was surprised at her lack of panic or even remorse at the loss. Even the pain she'd expected that night in the sleeping bag had never fully materialized, had not detracted from her ecstatic enjoyment of the act at all. She seemed to be having a lucky streak, she thought with a small smile.

She ran her hands lingeringly down over the gentle curves of her naked body, slowly, starting at her heavy breasts, then down along the silky expanse of her waist and over the soft bulge of her copious pubic hair, to her thighs, the backs of her knees, finally to her rubbery warm buttocks. She squeezed herself with a bright little sigh, felt no different, really, than she had before Marshall had made love to her, had skewered and ravished her trembling virginity with the throbbing head of his huge cock. If anything, she felt better, relieved somehow, was actually glad she had abandoned the oppressive responsibility of protecting her innocence. She sighed again, happily.

She sat up slightly, giggled at the squeaking noise her firm round bottom made when she scooted along the tub, then put both of her hands between her smooth thighs and began absently to squeeze and cup the plump hairy mound of her tight cunt. She closed her eyes, lowered her head on the edge of the tub, examined herself intimately, leisurely, with her fingers was already sending tiny flickering sparks of sensation through her loins, fanning them slowly into burning coals deep within her. For some reason she thought of Christine Westoff, was reminded of the exquisite pleasure the woman had inflicted upon her, blushed even alone when she remembered her wantonly indecent writhing and squirming under the woman's rapt attention. With a little shiver she realized she could never fully accept the way her body had responded without her permission, the way it had virtually acted on its own without her consent and had actually enjoyed the violation of its most inner recesses.

Wendy pulled with her fingers at the thick pouting lips of her hot cunt, slowly spread the slick folds open, was soon gently massaging her tingling pink clit, pausing to touch at it every few seconds with a trembling fingertip. Dots of perspiration beaded on her smooth forehead and she felt her face flush, her breath quickening.

She tensed slightly as the fiery excitement of her burgeoning built steadily and became more delightfully intense, was penetrating her to the quick. She began to work her slender middle finger into her tight pussy, pushing it through her sensitive wet labia and up into the throbbing slippery hole of her, exploring and stimulating herself at the same time. The tremulous interior of her swollen cunt felt no different than before Marshall had crammed his hardness into her, had certainly not been damaged in any way that she could tell.

She pushed her middle finger yet more deeply into the tightly gripping passage, the fingers of her other hand still caressing with quick, fleeting touches the distended nub of her acutely sensitive clit, inciting her to greater and greater passion, the keen spasms of pleasure spreading warmly through her young loins.

The bathroom door opened without waning.

"I'm sorry, I simply have to go…" Sherry said, and she stopped abruptly when she saw what Wendy was doing. "Oh! I am sorry! I didn't mean to…" She had pushed her black hip-huggers and panties down while she talked, was already sitting on the toilet. "I must have weak kidneys, I guess," she added with a laugh.

Wendy reddened from her face to the puckered tips of her perfectly white breasts. She didn't know if she was more angry with Sherry for walking in unannounced, or with herself for not thinking to lock the door. She kept her face to the tiled wall, was discomforted even by the girl's presence while she sat naked in the tub.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed," Sherry laughed. "Everybody does that. Really… I do it all the time."

Wendy could only nod, was filled with shame nonetheless and wished only that Sherry would finish and leave.

Sherry said, "You're blushing ferociously. Believe me, it's not that big of a deal. So what if you were fingerfucking yourself? Don't worry about it." She laughed again, then she asked, "Were you close?"

"Oh… uh…"

"I didn't mean to barge in. Really. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't wait another second. I honestly would have peed in my pants." And she giggled again.

"It's… all right. I was just… messing around."

"Have you ever tried it using the water?" Sherry asked.

Wendy was silent, said finally, "No… I don't know what you mean, I've never done it like that."

"Oh, you should!" Sherry laughed. "You get under the faucet and let the water run right on your… well, on the spot you can feel it the most on. You won't believe it! It's like having a big wet tongue up your cunt."

Wendy had to smile to herself, would admit her curiosity was piqued by what Sherry suggested, was, in fact, intrigued by the thought of a variation of that nature. She tried to picture what exactly would be involved, found it somewhat confusing, especially the position. "What about your legs?" she asked. "I mean, it seems like they'd get in the way." She still wouldn't look at Sherry.

"You put your feet high up on the wall and lay back."

"I'd drown!" Wendy giggled.

"Well, you let out mast of the water first, then support yourself on your elbows and put your bottom up against the front of the tub." Then she said, "Go ahead and I'll show you what to do. It's easy."

And she flushed the toilet and pulled up her pants, was suddenly half-kneeling, half-crouching beside the bathtub. She reached in between Wendy's feet, the water to her bare elbow, and pulled the rubber stopper.

"Sherry, I don't… that is, I'd rather not…"

Wendy said quickly, wondered how she'd gotten into this all of a sudden.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Sherry smiled. "I'll just show you real quick. You'll love it. Here, move forward and put your legs up. Just like that. A little higher." And after some expert, but gentle, maneuvering on Sherry's part, Wendy was lying on her back in the tub, braced on her elbows, her bare feet high on the tiled wall, her lush tint immodestly exposed to the older girl's eyes. Wendy still blushed fiercely, was held helplessly captive by the stream of warm water running down between her opened thighs, the caressing force of it directly on her wildly pulsing clitoris, the overflow spilling along the trembling lips of her soft cunt and down between the rubbery cheeks of her round buttocks. Sherry was leaning over into the bathtub, had one hand on Wendy's bare hip, the other on her smooth groin, still helped position her.

"Like it?" Sherry asked, was answered only with a high-pitched giggle and a quick, knowing glance from Wendy.

Sherry smiled, her eyes bright with her obvious lust, then she slid her hand slightly forward, with her fingertips touched lightly at the gentle slope where Wendy's dark pubic hair began. She entwined a slender finger in the soft mat of it, pulling at it, watched as Wendy's throbbing cunt opened wetly, quivering.

Wendy started with a little sigh, raised her hips a bit, felt as if she were suggestively offering herself to the girl.

"I'm almost… there…" Wendy said breathlessly, the quaking of her damp thighs turning rapidly into tiny spasms.

"Can I help you finish?" Sherry asked suddenly, and her voice shook with anticipation, her expression eager.

"Oh, shit!" Wendy cried out with a little moan. "I've got a cramp in my leg!" And she slid her feet down off the wall, curled up on her back with her knees against her firm breasts in an effort to end the pain. She'd moved only barely out of range of the water, tried to catch her breath.

Sherry began to knead the full backsides of Wendy's thighs, squeezing at the smooth muscles knotted there, massaging the sleek tendons. "Is that better?" Sherry asked, and then her hand moved to Wendy's splayed buttocks, cupped first one tightly rounded cheek, then the other. Wendy was startled at the feeling of smoldering passion that was beginning to rise in her towards the other girl, was almost overcome by it when Sherry sank a probing finger into Wendy's cunt, poking deep into its tight warmth with a deft movement. Sherry's finger eased out of her slowly, touched teasingly at Wendy's quivering clit, then was gone. "Does your leg feel better?" Sherry asked again.

"Much," Wendy managed with an audible sigh, spread her slender legs and put her bare feet back on the wall, was once again rushed towards her relief by the cascade of water between her round thighs. She took a perverted delight in the obvious effect she was having on Sherry, was spreading her knees wider and wider almost posing.

"Can I join you?" Sherry finally asked eagerly.

"I… I guess so," Wendy said shakily.

Sherry stood up, slipped off her shoes, quickly pulled her clothes off, then climbed naked into the bathtub behind Wendy.

Wendy glanced up over her bare shoulder, saw that the girl was indeed as skinny as she had imagined. Sherry's tall slim body was tanned except for the outline of what must have been a very skimpy bikini bathing suit. Her breasts were no more than two gentle hillocks, her nipples were enormous, were huge dark rings of crimson with distended points. The soft black hair between her narrow thighs was like a bramble bush, the sliver of her pink cunt within the damp mesh exposed lewdly to Wendy, the slick lips parting wetly to reveal the tight hole of her when Sherry moved to sit down.

Sherry slid in close, her long thin legs on each side of Wendy, her knees upraised, then she pulled Wendy into the soft cradle her naked body formed, her warm crotch tight against the small of Wendy's back. She cupped Wendy's heavy breasts from behind, squeezing them, tugging at the young girl's puckered nipples until they were swollen and extended, jutting proudly from her silky white flesh.

"God!" Sherry laughed hoarsely, pulling at the pliable pink tips, "Your nipples are bigger than my tits!" Then with both of her hands she traced down along the smooth contour of Wendy's slender middle, slipped across her trembling groin, found easily the sopping heat of Wendy's slick cunt. "Does that water feel good?" she asked, already knew the answer, with her fingers was moistly separating Wendy's delicate labia. She held them apart, the pink flesh within so swollen it actually was protruding slightly, glistening, the warm water running down directly between them. "Don't you love it!" she breathed.

"Open me up. More," Wendy gulped. "Oh, God! It is like a hot tongue! Oh! Up my cunt! I… love it!" She tried to spread her trembling thighs still wider, but since her knees were already pressed against the sides of the tub, she had to shakily raise her slim hips to do so.

"You must be really close to coming," Sherry giggled, was kissing wetly at the warm nape of Wendy's neck. "God, you're shaking like mad!"

"I… I'm going to… come… in about two seconds!" Wendy gasped, swallowing noisily, and suddenly she twisted her bare lower torso, sent water flying everywhere. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "Hold me. Oh, fuck! Tight! Squeeze me tight!" And she squirmed wildly with a rasping groan, pumping her long legs, then straightened them finally, splashing, pushed both herself and Sherry with a squeal of their warm buttocks to the back of the tub.