The assignment for Professor Moke’s Senior Creative Writing class was to write a thousand word story with the title “A Two-Step Process.” Before handing in her story, Alyssa showed it to her best friend April.

A Two-Step Process

The first requirement for joining the girls only redhead club was to have red hair. Actually the first requirement was to be a girl. The hair had to be naturally red, but strawberry blonde was okay, as well as chestnut, auburn, etc. Verification that the hair color was natural and not dyed naturally involved checking down there, but Alyssa, like many of the girls her age, was shaved. April, the president of the club, waived the pussy inspection, saying that it would be impossible for Alyssa to dye her hair completely as it fell all the way to her ass, and besides she’d known Alyssa since they were six.

“So I’m in!” Alyssa shouted, and she and April hugged joyously.

“Except you have to pass the initiation,” April said. “It’s a two-step process.”

“What are the two steps?” Alyssa asked.

“First we handcuff you,” April said. She brought out the shiny metal handcuffs.

“Where did you get those?” Alyssa wanted to know.

“My uncle Paul. He’s a cop.”

April handcuffed Alyssa behind her back, careful not to snag Alyssa’s long red hair in the mechanism.

“Is that step one?” Alyssa asked.

“No,” April said, “it’s just preparatory. To complete step one you have to have an orgasm.”

Alyssa’s brow furled. “How am I going to...? If I can’t ... If I can’t use my hands?”

“I’ll show you,” April said, and she knelt before her friend.

“You’re going to ... masturbate me?”

April eased the middle finger of her right hand into the succulent confines of Alyssa’s virgin sex. She used the thumb of her right hand to press the button of Alyssia pudgy clit. It took almost ten minutes of pressing and finger-fucking before Alyssa’s climax came, but when it did it was startlingly intense.

“That was so hot,” April said. “Your cunt contracted so hard. You gushed so much.”

“So I passed?” Alyssa managed to gasp.

“Not yet,” April said. “There’s still step two. You have to taste yourself.”

Again Alyssa’s brow furled. “I don’t think I can bend that much.”

“Don’t worry, I can lend a hand,” April said, whereupon she slipped her cum-moistened middle finger into Alyssa’s mouth.

“Suck it, sweetie,” April said, and Alyssa did.

“Congratulations,” April said. “Alyssa, you’re now an official member of the redhead club.”

“Cool story,” April said. “But I don’t think it’s nearly a thousand words.

“You’re right,” Alyssa agreed. “I’m not even halfway there.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Alyssa dangled a pair of shiny metal handcuffs before April’s eyes. “How would you like to join the redhead club?”