Sex For The Young (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Sex For The Young

CHAPTER ONEVanessa picked up her suitcase, struggled another ten feet with it, and stopped again. Looking up through the mosaic of leaves that flashed a dark green pattern on the evening sky, she tried not to remind herself how stupid she had been to pack everything in one large bag. It had been convenient at the Phoenix airport, where her father had hauled it up to the scales, and at the airport in Boston where there had been porters. The limousine driver had got it this far. But now here she was, a day early for orientation, in the middle of a tiny and all but deserted campus, with the sun going down and no one to help her. She supposed she could just leave it where it was and try to find out where her dormitory room would be. After all, who would steal it here? And it wasn't as if anyone could run very fast, with a suitcase that must have weighed close to a hundred pounds. She picked it up and struggled another ten feet Then she heard laughter from somewhere.She looked around at the gothic towers and masses of stone that surrounded her. She spotted an open window on the fourth floor of the building nearest her, and thought she could make out a face outlined against the dark."Hi!" said a masculine voice from the window.She laughed. "Hi," she returned."Where you going with that thing?""The blacksmith shop," she answered. "I've got four anvils in here.""Oh," the voice said, "I know where that is. I'll be right down to help you."Vanessa sat on her suitcase for a moment, wondering what the place would be like. She glanced self-consciously down at her breasts. She'd taken off her bra in a John in the Boston airport. She'd never gone without one before in her life-but then, one didn't do things like that in small towns in Arizona, She'd always wanted to try it. In the Boston airport, she'd noticed only one or two boys staring at her-which was some kind of testimony to the sophistication of the East, since her nipples, rubbed erect by the unaccustomed friction of her flimsy blouse, stuck out noticeably.The noisy clamor of feet on steps issued onto the deep grass of the lawn. Doors banged, and a male figure detached itself from the building and came toward her. The boy was tall-Vanessa herself was five seven, and she could see that he towered over her even as he came nearer-and had long hair."You here for orientation?" a voice asked, as the boy got nearer."Yes," she said, almost hating to admit that she was only a freshman-only eighteen, and probably very naive.Now the boy was standing beside her. "I'm Hal," he said. "Hal Winters. I'm helping with orientation. You'll be staying in Bobbins Hall. This way..."He picked up her bag-not as if it were nothing, which it definitely was not, but without grunting or groaning-and took off. When they had crossed the courtyard, they entered Bobbins. Hal looked at a chart on the wall, looked at the suitcase, and shook his head. "You're on the third floor," he said. Then, as she felt his eyes touch lightly on her unfettered breasts, she noticed his tone becoming less official. "Come on," he said. "I've got a master key. I'll let you in."Half an hour later Vanessa was sipping scotch and water in Hal's room. 'Is this legal?" she asked."Legal it isn't-you're under age in this state. Permitted it is-this school has a pretty liberal reputation, and it deserves it. The cops don't come on campus."Vanessa wasn't used to drinking much, and felt the liquor going to her head quickly. To take her mind off that fact, she began to ask questions."What do you study?""Philosophy.""My God." Well, that avenue of conversation was out. She caught sight of an inner room that opened off Hal's. "Whose room is that?" she asked."John Stacey's-my roommate," Hal said. "He won't be here for a few days yet."The room was dark, but Vanessa could see the walls were covered with photographs. "Is he a photographer?" she asked."Hardly," Hal said. "You ask him to take a picture and he can't even find the right button.""Who took all those photographs?" she asked."I did.""How come they're not in your room?""Well... most of them are figure studies, and when I study a figure, I really study it" She searched his tone for any hint of conceit or egoism, but he was too clever for that "When we have people in we like to be able to close off that room-depending on who ft is. Besides, John digs the pictures more than I do. When I finish something, I land of like to forget it and go on to the next thing." Vanessa expected him to give her a significant look. When he didn't she decided maybe she wasn't that significant Instead he went to the liquor cabinet and came back with the scotch bottle."Mind if I take a look at them?" she asked, as he plopped a couple of ice cubes into her drink and filled it from the bottle."Go ahead," he said. "I guess you won't see anything you haven't seen in the mirror." Hal kept his seat as Vanessa went into the other room and switched on the light. As she did, she was shocked in two ways at once: first by the pictures, which covered all four walls from floor to ceiling, and featured pictures from a few inches to a few feet high of girls, most of them nude, in every conceivable position-and second, by the quality of the work. Hal hadn't been lying: when he studied a figure, he really studied it Vanessa realized that she was really drunk-and then remembered that she'd been drinking scotch and water without the water-and enjoying it-for some time.Her eyes immediately fastened on a medium sized picture-blown up to about a foot square-of a vagina, close up. Cunt, she corrected herself, trying to get rid of the sterile language of biology class. The picture looked almost abstract; at the edge were a few fingers delicately holding the outer lips open, gently squeezing pliant mounds of white flesh furry with blonde hair. Then the texture changed where the inner lips lay pouting and distinct against the pearly background of the inner flesh. A clitoris stood erect at the top of the innermost slit, which opened on dark shadows. The cunt was moist and glistening. With a start, Vanessa realized that she now knew the vagina-cunt, she repeated stubbornly-of some anonymous person better than she knew her own. She wondered whether Hal had fucked the girl after he'd taken the picture.She spent a while perusing the rest of the photographs in the room with fascination. There were a few landscapes and still life's, she noticed, strewn in among the figure studies. All the work showed the same high quality-and almost, at times, (as well as she was qualified to tell,) genius.She returned to the other room, leaving the light in the inner room on. When she took her seat again, she could still see a magnificent close-up of an erect nipple, and a full-length shot of an upright female torso from the rear, against a spider-web-like background of She sat quietly for a second. Then, "Your stuff is really great"Hal smiled and blushed slightly. "Thanks," he said."How did you learn?""My father's a professional," he said."And are those professional models?"Hal got up and rummaged in his desk. Over his shoulder he answered her: "No. I don't like working with professionals. Besides, I can't afford it-I don't sell too much."Vanessa put off asking where he got his models, "But you have sold some things?""Yeah, a few," he said. He opened a desk drawer and, apparently finding what he wanted, returned. "Do you smoke?" he asked."What-and give myself cancer?" Vanessa asked."No," Hal said, laughing-"Dope. Do you smoke marijuana?"Vanessa wasn't very shocked, but the little shock she had was displayed on her face. "I never have," she said, "but I'd like to try it some time."Hal dangled a small cloth bag. "I'm going to have some now. Don't feel as if you have to-some times it's not so good to mix dope and alcohol."Vanessa found herself being strongly attracted to Hal-but at the same time she became very aware that he was four "real" years older than she was, and probably mentally ten years older. "If you're having some, I'll have some," she said."Okay." In a moment he had produced three rather skinny and bedraggled looking cigarettes. "This is dynamite stuff," he said. "But you never know the first time-you might not get stoned, The first time's always the hardest."For some reason that phrase went awry in Vanessa's mind, and she found herself remembering that she was a virgin-although she had no particular ambition to remain that way-and wondering whether the first time really was the hardest Hal lit a cigarette and passed it to her. "Draw it deep and hold your breath," he said. "That way you don't waste the smoke."Between drags on the joint, Vanessa found herself asking Hal where he got the models for his pictures."Lots of places," Hal said. "Some of the pictures are girls from New York, some from places I've stayed in the summers, and so on.""Are any of them from school?" she asked."Yes," Hal said, "some of them. But I don't say which ones.""Why not... don't the girls want you to?"Hal laughed. "Some of them don't-but the ones who would really care aren't up there.""Then why don't you tell?""Frankly," he said, "I don't particularly want to run a cunt gallery. If I told who was who, every time a guy started to get interested in a chick he'd come running up here-either to check out her pussy or to make sure nobody had ever seen her before, depending. That damned room is famous enough as it is.""I bet," said Vanessa. They were on their second joint now, and Vanessa hadn't felt anything... but suddenly like she had got on an elevator to the five hundredth floor of a ten story building, she began to drift far away above herself. "Woaaaa..." she said."Going up?" asked Hal, who obviously understood perfectly how she felt."Damn right," she said."Here-have some more," He handed her the reeking roll of paper that burned unevenly and brightly. It seemed that she had to make twenty, thirty, forty tiny little moves to get to it Finally she grasped it, brushing Hal's fingers as she did. Seconds later, she realized that she had been leaning over, that her full breasts had swung away from her body and bounced loosely against the cloth of her blouse. She could almost feel her nipples expanding, growing darker and harder beneath the pale cloth. She found herself wanting to rip off her blouse.But instead, she said, "Would I make a good model?"Hal chuckled quietly."What's so funny?" she asked-although she realized that the tone of his laugh was not malicious. Her brain was functioning weirdly now, and she was just realizing that she had offered to take off her clothes and offer herself before a camera in all kinds of weird poses.That's how I get most of my models," Hal said."How?""They see my work and offer."Vanessa saw a way to gain some ground. "Did I offer?" At that moment she was wondering whether it was really Vanessa who had offered.Hal was somewhat taken aback, but he recovered quickly. "I didn't say you did. I just said that was the way I got most of my models."Vanessa laughed. Then Hal laughed. Vanessa was still laughing when Hal got up, went to a closet, and pulled out a mass of tangled wires and shafts of metal He had them sorted out and set up before Vanessa realized they were flood lights. She looked at them with fascination, then went over and turned one on. She was really stoned. She felt the warmth of the light on her chest. She turned it off, then on. Warm, cool, warm, cool. Once more she felt her nipples rising- this time like rosebuds under the warmth of the spring sun.She was totally lost in the glare of the spotlight when Hal finished setting up his camera. It was a large, old fashioned box camera. As she turned to stare at it, she noticed that there were a number of other cameras-thirty-five millimeter ones-on a bookshelf."Okay," Hal said. All the lights came on. Vanessa felt as if she were center-stage in a large auditorium. Ripples of sensation rolled over her. "Unbutton the top few buttons on your blouse."Vanessa, although she had never modeled anything in her life, slipped intuitively into the model's role. She looked directly at the camera-then arched her back slightly, tilted her head back a bit, and drew her hands up to unbutton the top buttons on her blouse.She turned to the side, and heard a click."Now unbutton your blouse completely," Hal said.She turned away from him and the buttons of her blouse seemed to fall away beneath her fingers. She opened it wide-her back still to him-and looked at her breasts. Tits, she told herself. They looked better now."Let go of the blouse," Hal said. She did, and the cloth swirled down to cover her tits. Suddenly she couldn't believe she was doing this. She remembered back to the naive junior high school days, when she had sworn that she would "save herself for her husband." Her body looked the same as it had then: slim, with silky skin, dark pubic hair-can hair, she reminded herself-and definitely something to be desired."Now turn this way." Hal's voice came to her from far away. She turned to him. The camera clicked. She moved again, and the camera clicked again. "Now sit down on the floor."Vanessa became instantly aware that she was wearing a short skirt. She sat down, and felt the camera's gaze run up her legs and into her exposed crotch. It didn't matter-pretty soon it would all be exposed anyhow."Now take off your blouse," Hal said. Vanessa obeyed-slowly, almost in a haze. She reached down and drew it apart, revealing her large, pink, erect nipples, puffy and throbbing. She threw back her shoulders and let the blouse fall to the floor.For the first time, she saw her own body as a camera would see it. Her breasts were large and firm, and jutted out without the slightest bit of sagging. The nipples were high on them, like crowns. She imagined how it would be to have milk flowing through them, like water from a well deep in the ground. She gazed at them for a few seconds. Hal picked up a small camera and came close. Vanessa could feel its eye fastening on her left tit, and it occurred to her that she should be self-conscious-at least slightly. But she wasn't.After Hal was through with her tits, he went back to his large camera. Vanessa hadn't been touched-but her body was wracked with excitement as though every inch of it had been teased and caressed, and she could feel her tight little pussy beginning to flow with the juices of womanhood. She knew that feeling well from the back-seat encounters in high school that had been so common and so unrewarding. But then she had always been tight and tense, and the wetness in her crotch had been wasted. The boys she had dated in high school simply hadn't known what to do."Take your skirt off," Hal said. She unbuttoned the short skirt and slipped it off. She glanced at Hal. His eyes were professionally ambiguous-but she noticed a lump growing in the crotch of his pants. That was a good sign. She found herself wanting to go to him and put her hand in his pants-to feel the warmth of his long rod in her cool, tingling fingers. Instead. she followed his instructions."Lie down," he said, "and spread your legs." Vanessa still had her panties on, and the crotch was marked with a wide, damp circle where her pussy was overflowing. She felt the lips of her cunt rubbing together as she assumed the position Hal had asked for. She looked down. A few curls of dark hair escaped from the edges of her panties. Hal closed in with the big camera and took several shots."Turn over," he said. "Spread wide." The cloth of her panties strained against her flesh. "You have a nice ass," Hal said, taking pictures with a 35 mm. camera from all sorts of angles and altering the lighting slightly. When he was done, he emptied the camera and put in fresh film."That's good for the preliminary stuff," he said. "I always take a lot of shots like that so I can get a feel for the body. You can take your pants off now."Vanessa was shivering ;with excitement She wanted to reach down and grab her clit and pummel it with her anxious fingers. "A feel for the body," Hal had said. She had a bizarre image of her slim, youthful body being cradled in a huge hand, turned over and over: like a huge hand, the cameras were all around her, now caressing one side of her, now the other, She turned on her stomach, arched her back, and slipped her pants slowly down-past her knees, over her calves. She straightened her toes, pulled them off, and flung them away."Nice," Hal said softly. "Beautiful, How old are you?""Eighteen," she said."A beautiful age," Hal said. "Usually I work with older models, and their skin is looser. They usually have a little flab on them."For the first time Vanessa felt that her youth was an advantage."Now I'm going to ask you to do some things," he said. "If you don't want to, just slap them... okay?"Vanessa heard her voice, from far away, saying, "Don't worry... I want to." It was almost a groan, and she realized she had been carried away by the alcohol, the marijuana, and her passion, until she was acting without thinking."Bring your legs up over your head," Hal said. She raised her legs slowly, until they passed over her head and touched the floor behind her. She was looking up at Hal between her knees. There was a cool feeling between her legs as the air hit the dampness of her cunt, and she felt it also on her ass-hole. The camera clicked, and she had another bizarre image-of her pussy jumping into the camera and making a juicy print on the virgin film."Spread your cunt lips," Hal said. She reached down and, unable to resist the cry of her throbbing clit, touched it. Then she spread the lips of her cunt."Beautiful," Hal said, somewhat surprised. "You're still a virgin!" Vanessa felt the camera gobbling up the heavy ring of her hymen."Take a lot of pictures of that," she murmured. "I'm not going to have it long if I can help it.""Spread you ass-cheeks so I can get the ass-hole," Hal said. She complied, and then realized something strange."I don't know what my ass-hole looks like," she said."It's just like the rest of you," he said. "It's beautiful. Nice and tight and pink." He got a mirror and held it for her. She was fascinated with the puckered, smooth flesh. "Stick a finger in," he said. Vanessa began parting the ass-hole gently, and inserted a little finger. A strong sensation of pleasure welled up from deep inside her."That's nice," she said."Now take the finger out and spread the hole wide," Hal said "Relax."She obeyed, and, pulling gently with her fingers, felt her ass-hole pouting out, becoming more exposed. Hal's shutter clicked several times."Now the cunt," he said. "Stick a finger in there-past the hymen, if you can."Vanessa knew she could: she'd done it before, experimenting with herself. She worked a finger into the juicy pink slit and felt it delve into the inner regions of her womanhood. Somewhere faraway, she heard Hal taking many pictures."Okay," Hal said. "Let your legs back down." She did, and lay quietly on her back. "Now let's see your clit."She spread her cunt-lips and searched for the tiny stump, which had softened and become pliant."Can you get it to come up again?"Vanessa laughed and fingered the tiny bit of flabby skin. Almost immediately the blood coursed into it, and it became hard as a rock-harder than she had ever felt it before. All of her sensation was suddenly concentrated in it, and it seemed to become enormous. Her hips began to churn, and she forgot Hal and the cameras and the lights completely, thrusting her clit onto her finger again and again, humping herself in an orgiastic fit of ecstasy.After a few moments she passed a plateau: she would not let herself come, and now the setting came back to her. Hal no longer needed to direct her: she writhed about on the floor, stopping in a weird variety of contorted poses that thrust all her sexual being into the camera, cramming it full of images until she thought it would have to explode with passion. Finally she heard herself saying. "If you're done taking pictures, please come and fuck me... come and break me wide open, and fuck the shit out of my fucking cunt..."Her fingers were smashing at her hymen, and for a moment she thought she would break it herself. She rolled over on her stomach and thrust her ass up, exposing herself from the clit to the ass-hole, and spreading her cunt wide with her fingers. She heard Hal move behind her, but she did not look back at him. Suddenly she felt the moistness of his tongue meeting the moistness of her cunt. It licked her crack from her ass-hole to her clit, and then circled the clit, licking it if possible still further upright, stroking and caressing it. Her body started to heave convulsively. She was on the brink of orgasm... when Hal stopped, He let her drift down slowly, and tongued her pussy working the tip of his tongue around her hymen in slow circles and finally worming it past, into her inner recesses. Then it left her, and moved lazily down to the pink, expanding circle of her ass-hole, prying its way gently in, and then exercising a smooth in-and-out motion.Vanessa gripped her tits in her hands and massaged them. Now her tits, her cunt, and her ass-hole were burning-likes points of passionate fire, eating into the flesh of her body and consuming it, taking it over, making her forget everything.Suddenly she rolled over, sat up, and attacked Hal's zipper. Seconds later she held his enormous rod in her hands. With its powerfully flared head and small, central, pin-prick of a hole, it reminded her of a rhinoceros with its horn torn out. She closed her mouth over it, and Hal moaned. Being careful to guard his rod against her teeth, she swallowed more and more of it, till she thought she would choke. She found herself wanting him to come: she wanted a mouthful of hot cream. All the inhibitions she had ever had melted away. Her fingers found Hal's ass-hole and worked into it. His knees buckled, and his hips pumped his organ down her throat. Then, suddenly, he pulled away and collapsed beside her on the floor."Shit," he said, "I almost came." He lay there panting, and then looked at her. "You ready to have that pretty hymen busted?" he asked.Many times Vanessa had lain awake at night wondering how much her first fuck would hurt. She knew she had a heavy, tight hymen, and that it would not tear easily. But now she forgot all that as she writhed on the floor and clutched wildly at Hal's organ, "Yes," she breathed, "yes, fuck me... Fuck Me!"Hal rolled her on her back. There was a camera on the floor behind him. "Let me take a couple more shots of it," he said. He pulled her legs up, and she spread her cunt again. Hal's tongue had left her pussy pink and glistening, and the hymen stood out when she spread it like a donut that had been glued in front of her hole. She felt the light flooding it, the camera catching it-and then Hal was on top of her."Now," he said, "raise your hips." She obeyed, and felt Hal's hand in the small of her back supporting her. Then the hot flesh of his rod pressed up against the tiny opening. It was much too big... it would never work... but the inside of Vanessa's cunt had forgotten the hymen, and was working to suck Hal in past it. Gradually it worked in, just the tip of it, until the hymen was stretching and taut."Now fuck," said Hal. The hand in the small of her back moved down, and she felt a finger penetrating her ass-hole. She pumped and pumped to get the organ into her.Suddenly Hal let her hips drop. Far away, she felt something tearing, like a piece of paper, and wetness trickled down her leg in a stream. There was a tiny spear of pain, and then Hal's cock was hers. She gobbled it into her hungry pussy, and felt it rampaging against its inner walls. Now she was full, Hal's cock was going in and out with an easy rhythm, and now he mounted her still higher, bringing the top of the shaft of his cock up so it rubbed against her clit.It was like a thousand, a million, volts of electricity shooting through her: she was electrified from top to bottom. Hal's finger worked further into her ass-hole, until she felt it stroking his cock through the thin membrane that separated the two openings. She was high in the clouds, blinded by sunshine. Suddenly fireworks exploded: the floodlights in the room seemed to flash on and off like strobes, and her eyes were filled with bright colors dredged up from the depths of her passion. The rhythm of orgasm took over, and she felt her body churning along as she rode the flood tide of ecstasy above it Hal's movements were perfectly matched to hers-until suddenly the rhythm broke, and she felt his organ churning and twitching uncontrollably within her-and then shooting out a tremendous gush of sperm that blasted into her hot and fresh, shooting her to yet a higher peak of orgasm.Moments latter, Hal and Vanessa were lying, spent, on the floor, in a pool of liquid. It was not until she recovered herself that Vanessa realized that some of the liquid was blood, and actually remembered that her hymen had been torn. She felt no pain anywhere, except perhaps a dull pain in her buttocks where they had smacked against the floor countless times. Hal got up and took a towel from his closet. Gently he cleaned her, and then the floor. Then laying her on her back, he opened her pussy to see if she was still bleeding."Here," he said, giving her another towel. "Hold this up there for a while. There isn't much bleeding now." Then he set about cleaning up-turning off floodlights, putting away his camera, and finally lifting her from the floor and placing her gently on his bed."I haven't even started college," she murmured, as sleep overtook her, "and already I feel as though I've graduated.""Baby," said Hal, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, "you graduated before you even got here." Vanessa went to sleep.CHAPTER TWOThe next morning, Vanessa met her roommate. Her name, as Vanessa had found out the night before from the room chart, was Peggy Arden, and she was from New York City. When the knock came on Vanessa's door, she had to keep from walking bowlegged as she went to answer. Not that the pain was very bad-there was just a mild feeling of discomfort between her legs. She was sure it would disappear soon.Peggy arrived with two suitcases and an enormous steamer trunk. She was several inches shorter than Vanessa, bustier, and braless, in a tight navy blue top and faded jeans. Long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders. Vanessa had expected a certain distance, a certain affected sophistication, from anyone from New York. She was pleasantly surprised. Peggy's father, tall, light-complexioned, in a double-breasted blazer and wide striped tie, stayed only long enough to reach into Peggy's suitcase, pull out a bottle of expensive scotch, and have a short drink-in which Peggy joined him. Then he left."When did you get in?" Peggy asked, as she emptied one suitcase and laid out a skirt on her bed."Last night," said Vanessa. "I thought I had a lot of luggage," she said, pointing to her suitcase, which was nearly as large as Peggy's trunk."You've probably got just enough," Peggy said. "As you can see, I went completely ape-shit. I've got everything and the goddamned kitchen sink." She hesitated a moment "What time is orientation?""The first meeting is at three," Vanessa replied."Want to get stoned first?" Peggy asked.Vanessa searched for a second for a reply that would sound cool She decided on the truth. I was so ripped (she thought she'd heard that word somewhere...) last night that I couldn't move," she said. "I think I'll pass it up right now.""Mind if I do?" Peggy asked."Go ahead."Peggy produced a joint from her pocket book. "My old man got this shit for me. Great stuff."This time Vanessa really was shocked. "Your father bought you dope?""My old man's pretty cool," Peggy answered. "He's a musician. Plays jazz. He was smoking the stuff back in the thirties when it was called reefer and only the blacks knew about it" Peggy lit up and took a long toke. "I think I'll take a shower. Get the New York soot off me and start fresh." She stripped her blouse and pants off casually, and her tits bounced heavily against her chest. Vanessa couldn't help looking at them. The nipples were wider than any she had ever seen-although she hadn't seen many. They were at least two inches in diameter, and a brownish-pink.Peggy caught her staring, and laughed "Some knockers, huh?" Vanessa giggled. "You look pretty well put together yourself," Peggy added. Then, "You're from Arizona?""Yeah," Vanessa admitted. "Where there's nothing and nobody.""Bullshit," said Peggy. "Where there are friendly people and clean air.""Well, that's true," Vanessa admitted."I have the feeling," said Peggy, "that you think Fm some land of sophisticated bitch because I come from the city." She slipped her panties off, revealing a blonde pussy with very pink, slim lips. Vanessa realized she was staring again-and then she realized that the experience of the night before had made her look at the female body in a new way."I must admit I was expecting something like that," Vanessa commented. "But I must admit that you don't see to fit my expectations.""Well, I've been through the whole bit-exclusive girls' schools ever since I can remember, and so on. But my parents are pretty loose.""I guess so. What's a girls' school like, anyhow?""Horrible. Let me tell you-while you were out banging in the back seat of a "57 Chevy, we were going out of our brains and playing with each other."Vanessa was forced to admit that Peggy didn't pull any punches. She was what she was, and that was that At first she wondered whether Peggy had caught her staring at her cunt That might have given her the wrong impression. Or was it wrong? She'd have to see. She decided to act naive."What do you mean?""Well," said Peggy, turning to fish a towel out of the mass of tangled cloth in her suitcase, and exposing a comely pair of full buttocks with just a slight bit of extra fullness that Vanessa did not find unattractive, Tm a little stoned right now, so it's probably be even blunter than usual. A bunch of girls, no matter how healthy (she put a funny accent on the word) when they're isolated together-still need sex. So everything you'd normally do with a boy, you do with a girl I kind of got to like it-although I still prefer boys when they're around.""They're around," Vanessa said.Peggy glanced up at her. "You've checked it out already?""I guess you'd have to say I was checked out already," Vanessa said."Good. Is that how come you walk bowlegged?"Vanessa blushed, but it was obviously no disgrace, so she said, "That's right""Good""Anyhow, go on.""Oh yeah. Well, you want me to be specific?" She didn't wait for Vanessa's answer. "Girls can do a lot with each other--like suck each other's tits, eat each other out, finger-fuck. Girl's bodies are really pretty nice. You're not grossed out, are you?""No," Vanessa answered honestly. Then, "Maybe I will take some of that dope."