Chapter 2

The new housekeeper had returned and quickly unpacked her few meager possessions. Claire and Drummond had invited Shanti to dine with them that evening as their guest, a gesture to get things off to a good start and to introduce her to their son and daughter. The young woman was seemingly reluctant but finally, upon continued urging, especially from Drummond, agreed.

As she was dressing for dinner, there was a knock at Shanti's door. Pulling the sweater on hurriedly, she opened the door to find a girl only a year or so her junior, but with the appearance of someone much younger. Shanti's figure was trim, but her bust and hips were full, her legs curvaceous. The girl who stood before her wore no makeup and her hair, unlike the Creole's, was straight and blonde. She had the figure of an adolescent. Her breasts and hips were late in developing and her legs showed little shapeliness. Her face, like her mother's, was not unattractive, simply unremarkable. She seemed a bit ill at ease, but smiled at the housekeeper.

"Hi, I'm Laura. Mom said we'd get to meet you tonight, but I thought I'd stop by early and say welcome."

"How sweet," said the older of the two, "please come in."

"I hope I'm not keeping you from anything."

"Not at all. I was simply getting ready for dinner. I shall enjoy being a guest. From now on, I shall be the servant."

"Mom says you're only a couple of years older than I am. I hope we can be friends."

"What about your friends from college?"

"To tell you the truth," confided the blonde, "I haven't many college friends. The guys don't find me very attractive and that means the girls don't have much to do with me either."

Shanti immediately realized what an opportunity had just presented itself. A plain and obviously inexperienced young girl with low self esteem. Perhaps her first conquest would not be the father after all.

"Really?" observed the dark skinned beauty, moving closer. "I'm surprised that such loveliness would go unnoticed."

Blushing, Laura made as if to turn away, but Shanti's hand went out to cradle her face and their eyes met.

"Every woman needs to know from someone how attractive she is, Laura. You're a lovely young woman."

Again there was a reddening in Laura's face.

"Yeah, with the figure of a bean pole," she laughed self-deprecatingly.

The Creole gently coaxed the younger girl's face nearer. Her gaze bore into Laura's large blue eyes.

"How a woman's body looks is not nearly as important as how it responds," she said, her hand slowly, sensuously drifting through Laura's hair, behind her neck, down between her breasts and as the girl's mouth opened in a slight surprised gasp, rested near her navel.

Laura was both aghast and excited. Never having been touched like this by anyone, let alone a woman, she wanted on the one hand to retreat, yet as her temperature quickly climbed, she felt her small nipples harden and she was entranced by the woman whose eyes were so captivating, whose hands were so seductive.

"... I... I guess I have a lot to learn," she stammered.

"I'll teach you if you want, Laura," came the breathy reply.

"... I... I hardly know you."

"Then why don't we get to know each other better?"

Shanti's hand began a slow descent. Their eyes still riveted together, a slight smile crossed the older girl's lips.

"We all want it, Laura. The only question is, do you want it badly enough?"

There was perspiration now on the girl's forehead. Her heart was racing, her breathing labored. Still her eyes could not leave those of the beautiful temptress whose hand slowly roamed over her dress, nearer and nearer where she had never been touched before.

"Oh... Shanti... I..."