Norma Egan: The curious maid

Michelle Ames stopped from the shower and hastily grabbed for a towel. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late for her date with Kurt. Still as she dried herself off, she couldn't resist looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She was eighteen and she had a feeling that her body would never be more beautiful.

Michelle was a tall girl, around five feet eight, and slender, but certainly not skinny. Lithe, tan, graceful, she had long good legs, a tiny waist, and perfectly round firm breasts about the size of grapefruits. She knew her tits were pretty. Kurt especially liked the small light pink nipples.

She blushed, thinking of her fiance, Kurt. There were parts of her that even he hadn't seen, like the small triangle of light blonde curls at the base of her belly. Only when they were married would she allow him to see her completely naked-IF she could hold out that long. Sometimes it was very, very hard to resist Kurt.

Michelle felt a familiar glowing heat in her pussy, a sudden swelling and moistening that she always experienced when she thought of Kurt and his love-making. Lately she couldn't think of him at all without getting horny. If only they had enough money to get married right away, instead of postponing it for a year.

Michelle had just graduated from high school and, like most of the girls in her class, she wanted to get married and have a family. But she and Kurt, who was twenty and worked as a mechanic, wanted to make sure they had enough money to live decently, so they decided Michelle had better work for a year. She'd found a job at a resort hotel as a maid.

That was all very well, except that Michelle was an old-fashioned girl and was determined to remain a virgin till her wedding night. THAT was getting to be a real drag.

"Oh, hell," Michelle muttered to herself.

No use fretting about it. Somehow she'd get

through this year, and then she'd marry Kurt and live happily ever after-if all the rumors were true. Fucking was supposed to be the most far out pleasure in the world, and she certainly looked forward to finding out.

Michelle put on a clinging jersey and tight hip-hugging pants, a matching pink outfit. She brushed her shining-clean shoulder-length blonde hair, but she didn't put on any make-up. She didn't need it, not with her glowing smooth teenage face. Just as she finished stepping into her sandals, she heard Kurt drive up in front of the house and honk his horn.

"So long, folks, I'm leaving," she called to her parents.

As she raced down the sidewalk toward Kurt's car, she suddenly remembered that she'd forgotten to put on a bra. Her plump round tits were wobbling like crazy, and judging from Kurt's stare, it must have been quite a spectacle. Michelle blushed-but it was too late to do anything else about it. They liked to be on time for the movies.

"Hi, beautiful," Kurt said, holding the door open for her.

"Hi, lover," Michelle said, giving him a quick kiss.

She felt a hot melting sensation in her crotch just from looking at him. Kurt was an attractive guy, brown and lean and muscular. She snuggled close to him as he drove. She knew that later, after the movies, they'd park somewhere and she'd be tempted again-but she wouldn't worry about that now.

Kurt kept glancing down at her chest, where her

small erect nipples made little bumps in her tight pink jersey. Michelle giggled and said, "Hey, you dirty old man-eyes on the road."

"Bitch," Kurt chuckled. "If you insist, but it ain't easy."

Michelle had trouble keeping her mind on the movie. She decided that violence isn't nearly as interesting as sex. And sex seemed to be all she thought of lately. Many of her girlfriends were getting married that summer, and there was of course a lot of talking and giggling about wedding nights. Michelle envied those girls with all her heart. They at least were finding out what it was all about, what it was like to ball.

After the movies Kurt drove out to the lake and parked in their favorite spot. It had a good view of the moonlit water, but it was back in the trees where no patrolling cops were likely to interrupt at a delicate moment. Kurt put on a tape of sentimental country-western songs, their personal favorites, and then he slipped his arm around Michelle's shoulders and drew her toward him.

"Kurt-" she started.

Too late. His mouth crushed hers, kissing her hungrily, and she was lost in sudden hot excitement. She'd been going to tell him to go easy tonight, not get too worked up. After all, they had a whole year to wait before they could get married. It could be a pretty frustrating year if they didn't control themselves.

But there was no question of control right now. Kurt thrust his slick tongue into her mouth, and Michelle felt her belly do a lusty flip-flop. She hugged Kurt tightly to her, her sensitive breasts

flattened against his chest, and she wiggled her tongue hotly against his. She felt a welding rush of moisture to the crotch of her panties, the uncontrollable creaming of her cunt.

"Oh, Christ," Kurt sighed. He kissed her face, nose, ears. "How we gonna wait a whole year, baby? I want you now,"

"I know," Michelle said wistfully, "but we've been through this all before, Kurt. You know I'd never forgive myself if I did it before we were married. I know it's hard to wait. It's hard for me, too, believe me. But I have my beliefs."

Kurt suddenly twisted away from her and lit a cigarette. He stared moodily out the window at the dark lake. Michelle knew what was wrong he'd just been pushed too far for one evening. He was so achingly horny, he had to let it out some way. She couldn't blame him for losing his temper-but what could she do about it? The thing he wanted-her virginity-was the one thing she wouldn't give.

"Kurt," she said gently, "I'm really sorry. I wish there was something I could do."

"There is," he said hoarsely, still not looking at her.

"Oh, Kurt, let's not argue about that again, Michelle said wearily. "I just won't go all the way, and that's that."

"No, that isn't what I mean," he said, turning to her at last. His brown eyes were glowing hotly, reflecting his pent-up lust. "We can satisfy each other without going all the way, honey. Fucking isn't the only way to get off."

Michelle blushed and stammered, "W-.What do you mean, Kurt? I don't understand. How can we

get off' if we don't, uh, do it?"

He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her close to him again, whispering eagerly in her ear, "By touching. By kissing. By licking. Dig it, baby, I can bring you off all kinds of ways, and you can do the same for me. It's not as great as balling, but it sure beats never coming at all."

Michelle's face was beet red by now. She'd heard vaguely of the practices Kurt was talking about, but somehow she had the notion that they were only done by whores and perverts. She wondered how Kurt had found out about them.

"Kurt," she said nervously, "how come you know these things? How do you KNOW they're not better than balling?"

He sighed impatiently. "Honey, I'm a little older than you, and I've been around. Let's leave it at that. Just let me show you what I'm talking about, okay? I promise I won't go too far, honest."

"Well, all right," Michelle said doubtfully, "if you really promise."

He didn't reply to that he was too impatient. He just eased her down onto the seat of the car and pushed up her jersey. Michelle blushed but didn't protest. Somehow he'd gotten over this limit a few months ago, looking at her bare breasts. It wasn't right, she knew, but at least it didn't affect her virginity.

"You got such pretty tits," he whispered. "You like me to touch 'em, too, don't you, baby?"

Michelle just blushed. It was true, she really did get very excited when Kurt played with her breasts, but she felt too ashamed to admit it. She looked down and saw what he was admiring, two