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Billy thought he must be dreaming. Two of the most desirable women he
had ever seen had unexpectedly shown up at his door in two days. The night
before it had been Deborah, and now here was Jeannine, the sexy blonde who had
been the cause of his getting fired, standing in the middle of his room and
smiling at him.
"Well, Billy," she said. "This place is a real drag."
"Yeah. I know," he said. "Look, what--what are you here for, anyway?"
"Why, I just thought I'd pay you a visit, Billy. I have very fond
memories of the last time we saw each other. Don't you?"
"Oh, sure. You took my thousand bucks, and I got fired."
"But there was a little more to it than that," Jeannine said. "I'm sure
you haven't forgotten the good parts, Billy."
Billy blushed.
"I knew it. Well, I thought maybe--just maybe--we could have some more
fun together. Wouldn't you like that?"
Billy felt his heart beat faster. "Come on," he said skeptically. "I
don't have any thousand dollars any more."
"I guess I deserve that," Jeannine said. "But I'm not always out for
money, you know. Not like some people. Deborah, for instance. You remember her,
Billy, don't you?"
"D-Deborah?"
"Deborah. I think you know her. In fact, I have the funny feeling that
she was here to see you. Am I right, Billy?"
Billy felt himself flushing again. "What? I--I mean--No. No, she...What
would she come here for, anyway?"
"Well, that's what I'd like to find out," Jeannine said.
"But she wasn't--I don't know what you're--"
"You're a terrible liar, Billy."
"I'm not--I mean..."
"Yes you are," Jeannine said. "Now look. Deborah came to see you and
tried to mix you up in some scheme or something. Right?"
"Wait a minute--"
"And it's something about Mr. Garson, isn't it? Because she wants to get
him, and she figures you do, too."
"I..."
"Did you agree?"
"Well, I...I mean..."
"She's bad news, Billy. It's not smart of you to get involved in
something like that. Tell me what she's up to."
"I--I don't...I can't--I mean..."
Jeannine walked over to where he was standing. She walked up very close
to him, and put her arms around him, her body grazing his lightly. Billy
swallowed hard.
"Billy? Tell me. Nothing will happen to you, I promise. Except good
things."
She swayed against him a little.
"Look--" Billy had to stop and clear his throat. "Look,
please--I...There's nothing...Oh, Jesus..."
"What did Deborah offer you?" Jeannine asked softly. "Not money. She's
too cheap for that. Did she fuck you, Billy? Hmm? Did she?"
"Well...well, no...not really...but--"
"But she said she would, I'll bet. But you can't trust her, Billy. Don't
believe her. But you can trust me. I'm right here, and I'll fuck you right now.
You'd like that. I can tell. I can feel your cock, and it's hard. See?" And she
slid her hips sideways, rubbing her loins over the protuberant lump in his
trousers. He drew in his breath with a hiss.
"Tell me," Jeannine said.
"Don't," Billy gasped. "Come on, Jeannine. I--Jesus, I--I wish I
could..."
"You can," Jeannine said. "I'll show you. Come and lie down."
"No..." Billy said weakly.
"Come on." She pulled him, without too much difficulty, toward the bed
and got him to lie on his back. Then she sat beside him.
"Well, Billy?" She put out a hand and stroked his face gently; then the
hand moved down to his chest. It slid in a slow, caressing circle over the upper
part of his body, stopping to let her fingers play teasingly with his shirt
buttons. One of them came open, and the fingers slipped inside.
Billy breathed more rapidly, but stayed stubbornly silent.
"Would you like to touch me, Billy?" Jeannine said softly. "Would you
like to feel my breasts?"
Billy swallowed again. "Well...yeah. Sure."
"Go ahead, then."
He lifted his hand, a bit tentatively, and put it over the luscious
mound that strained against the white sweater she was wearing. He made a small,
almost inaudible sound.
"Don't they feel nice?" Jeannine said. "Do you remember what they looked
like, Billy? Hmmm? Wouldn't you like to see them again?"
"Oh god, Jeannine...don't...I mean..."
"Don't? You don't mean that." Her hand moved lower, over his belt, to
hover over the bulge in his pants. "Tell me what Deborah said, Billy. Then we
can do such wonderful things to each other."
"I told you...I--I can't...Oh, Christ..." He jumped as Jeannine's hand
made contact with his cock.
"Billy." Her hand stroked him gently through his pants. "Remember how it
was that day? Remember how you fucked me? And how I sucked your cock? And how
good it all was? Remember?"
"Ohh..."
Her hand was moving lightly but rhythmically. "We can do it all again,
Billy. And more. Anything you want. And it will be even better. I promise you.
What do you say?"
"Please..."
Jeannine got hold of his zipper tab and very slowly pulled it down.
"Just tell me, Billy. Nobody has to know you told me. And you will remember this
night until the day you die."
"Oh my god...I don't know..."
"I'll fuck you all night, Billy. All night long." She had his cock out
now, stiff and throbbing, a tiny drop of moisture beaded on the tip. "Just tell
me."
"Jeannine..."
"Think about my body," Jeannine whispered. "Think about my breasts. And
my legs. And think about my mouth, Billy."
She slid off the bed then and knelt on the floor beside it. Crouching
over him, she lowered her head until her mouth was nearly touching his erect
phallus. Her long blonde hair fell over him. She pushed it back over her
shoulder so it wouldn't block his view of her face. Her mouth opened. He could
feel her warm breath on his cock.
"Tell me," she whispered. "Tell me, Billy."
Billy groaned agonizedly.
Her mouth moved closer. Her tongue snaked out and lightly flicked the
drop of moisture off his prick. Her lips waited to close over him.
Helplessly, gaspingly, he told her.