Chapter 2

Les met her at LaGuardia Airport--sort of. He was waiting at the arrival gate, but he wasn't watching for her; he was busy talking intimately with an elegantly dressed and extremely attractive young woman.

The woman nodded past him, towards Amy. Les turned and spotted her. "Amy!"

She ran to him, happy to see her big brother--and surprised. He'd sent a photograph of himself six months before, but it hadn't done him justice. He was tall, powerfully built, handsome, and wore just about the most stylish clothes she'd ever seen on a man. He positively sent chills through her sweet young cunt.

They hugged each other. Amy felt tension course through him as the impudent swell of her precocious tits pressed against his broad, muscular chest.

"Les! You look so--so good!" she half-squealed. A few heads turned to find the source of the words.

Les grinned--more pussy chills--and then returned the compliment, though in somewhat more subdued and cautious tones.

On the way back to Manhattan in the cab, he explained that the woman he'd been talking with was just someone he'd bumped into at the airport. They brought each other up to date on recent events and agreed on what a good thing their father's promotion had been for them.

Back at his apartment on East 36th Street, he showed her into a small room with a pullout couch. "I usually use this as a study," he said. "I hope it'll be comfortable for you."

"Oh, sure, no problem," she said.

The doorbell rang. Les excused himself and returned a moment later with a stunning brunette.

"Amy, this is Roberta. She hates to be called Bobbie. Bobbie has been looking forward to making your acquaintance. She's going to introduce you to the city this afternoon."

Amy frowned. "But aren't you... ?"

"I have to get back to work," Les said. "Remember?"

"I thought you said your little sister was going to stay with you?" Roberta said. She had a soft, husky voice. She had a sexy face, sexy tits, sexy little waist, sexy ass, sexy legs, and maybe, sexy fingers.

Amy blushed at the compliment. "You can be generous and say nice things like that," she said. "You're beautiful."

"I see you two are going to get along just fine," Les said. "I'll be back at five-thirty, and we'll all have dinner."

As soon as he was gone, Roberta turned and looked Amy over again, her eyes missing nothing. "You have a beautiful figure," she said. "I'll bet half the boys at home are after you all the time."

Amy blushed again. "Uh, where are we going?"

Roberta shrugged, setting her braless breasts jiggling. She sat on the couch that would later become Amy's bed. "I thought you might have something in mind you'd like to see first. The UN? Museum of Modern Art? Name it."

The two of them talked over the possibilities. Amy waited for Roberta to leave so she could change. Then she realized that the older woman wasn't going to leave. She decided this was no time to get shy and started taking off her clothes. "You must drive the boys crazy!" Roberta said again.

Amy looked over at her. Roberta was staring directly at her naked tits. Amy was standing only in a pair of wispy pink bikini-pants, cut high at the hips and making her legs seem longer than they were.

"Your tits are gorgeous," Roberta said, staring at them with heavy lidded eyes. Amy became acutely conscious of the dark-haired young woman's eyes fixing on her tits. She could almost feel a feathery touch from the gaze, and the atmosphere of the little room was abruptly thick with an electrifying and intense sexual tension.

Roberta reached out. Her long, meticulously manicured nails gleamed bright, glossy scarlet. Her fingers barely grazed the underside of Amy's jutting breasts in a graceful skim. Instantly, the sexual tension snapped into the open and Amy felt the hot flush of blood come to her cheeks and throat and chest as the nipple blossomed into a hard spike of taut pink flesh.

"You're like me," Roberta murmured, her hand constantly moving, fingers soft as if she were petting a skittish colt. "Your skin is alive to touch." Her hand slowly encircled Amy's left tit, tracing the firmly packed outer curve of the ripe young tit flesh. Her thumb and forefinger closed over the stiff spike of Amy's nipple, tugging it till the girl felt just a hint of pain there within the mound. Her mouth opened, lips suddenly dry; she felt her pussy juicing.

"My tits are supersensitive, too," Roberta said softly. "See?" She raised her free hand up over the front of her light, sleeveless pullover to mold her own heaving tits through the material. Almost instantly, Roberta's nipples were gouging against the fabric.

Amy was speechless, unable to do more than let her head incline slightly in acknowledgement. Her mind whirled. She'd never been touched by a woman, not seriously. Of course, she and Dort, Joey's little sister, had played exploring games with each other's bodies, but neither of them had ever had the experience Roberta so obviously possessed.

"I want to fuck you," Roberta said quietly. As she spoke the words, her hands fastened to Amy's slim waist. She pulled the trembling teenager close to her and leaned forward to press her ruby lips softly to the girl's stomach. Amy shivered, thoughts raging out of control. She was afraid to try this, afraid she might like it too much and become a lesbian--and yet she couldn't resist...

"Yes, I want to suck that lovely little pussy of yours," Roberta continued. She tilted her head to one side and licked Amy's breasts thoroughly, her tongue moving nimbly. Roberta's mouth muscle was longer and more deft than any Amy had ever encountered. The pleasures boiled through her pussy.

"Come here," Roberta whispered. Amy found herself being pulled fully into the clutches of the sexy young brunette. Her knees trembled with excitement and apprehension.

Roberta continued laving the undersides of Amy's precocious tits as her hands pushed Amy's panties down and away from her slender, girlish hips. She felt the cool air of the room on her almost hairless young pussy. The sensation made her feel wild and abandoned. Roberta's tongue was too good to be denied, the pleasures and excitements too intense to be suppressed. Closing her eyes, Amy found the touch of the feminine distinguishable from any male's. The sensation was more easy and gentle than any boy's slavering at her magnificent young tits.

Roberta's hands were moving up the insides of Amy's sleek thighs, gripping the tight flesh and sending small charges of pleasure through her. She found herself unconsciously pushing her hips downward, trying to hurry the knowing touch on her dripping wet cunt. Whatever anxieties had made her hesitate before, were gone, vanquished under the sensory assault of the brunette's soft lips suckling at her tits.

Roberta suddenly wrapped her arms about Amy's waist and hugged her close. Amy could feel the older woman's ripe breasts crushed against the bare flesh of her flat abdomen and her outthrust cunt. Roberta's nipples were hard and pulsating against her flesh, even through the woman's top. Amy let her hands come down into Roberta's soft, dark curls. Her fingers gently moved through them in a clumsy reciprocal caress.

"That's nice," Roberta encouraged. "Your hands are very gentle." Somehow, Amy realized, Roberta knew she'd never done this with a woman before.

Amy grew bolder as Roberta continued to suck on her aching tits. She lowered her hands still farther and began tugging at the brunette's top. It was a sleeveless pullover and Amy found herself impatient with the moment. Roberta's tits weren't as large as her own heaving titflesh, but they were perfectly conical and topped by big, walnut sized nipples that looked ready to burst with hot blood. The two of them fell back onto the couch, locked in each other's arms, mouths fastened together and tongues entwined.

Roberta wedged Amy's thighs apart with her knee and ran her nimble hands down over Amy's sleek back to clutch the teen's pert asscheeks. She let the nails dig into the firm assflesh for a moment. Amy hunched downwards, her lightly furred pussy was pressed against Roberta's curvaceous thigh. Roberta began moving her leg slightly, massaging Amy's cunt mount and rubbing the blood-engorged lips of her pussy. Amy could feel Roberta's stiff nipples against her tits. She'd never felt anything so exciting as the texture of the other woman's tits on her own.

"I want to be naked with you," Roberta breathed against Amy's throat, punctuating the words with nipping kisses and darting tongue swipes.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" Amy moaned, quickly rolling herself away from the older woman to kneel on the floor beside the couch. In a moment, she had the waistband of Roberta's skin-tight slacks unfastened and was peeling the dampened material away from the dark-haired woman's wriggling form. Roberta wore no underwear. As Amy removed the slacks from her ankles, she could smell the powerful aroma of Roberta's arousal wafting upwards from the thick pelt of the brunette's cunt.