Norma Egan - Daddy_s slut girl

"Call me Pete if you want," said the other passenger. He had very dark hair which, like Tom's, just reached his shoulders and was carefully styled. He also had a thick mustache which Cindy rather liked. Both the guys were good-looking and' personable, and the adolescent female in Cindy responded with butterflies in the stomach. Part of her felt old and battered and cynical, but another part was still able to swoon over guys.

"Hi," she said, grinning. "I'm Cindy. Thanks for picking me up."

"Our pleasure," said Tom. "We better get going now if we want to reach St. Louis tonight."

It was a fast trip. Tom took the careening bug as fast as he could down the freeway, slowing only for speed traps and police cruisers. Cindy learned from their conversation that they were college students returning to school in St. Louis after their spring vacation. While Tom drove hell-for-leather to Missouri, Pete was kind enough to answer Cindy's bashful questions about geography and the distance she had yet to travel. He showed her a road map and explained that from St. Louis it was a straight shot west to California, which she could probably make in two or three days. Cindy began to feel a lot less frightened about her journey.

It was very late at night when they finally reached St. Louis, and it was cold and raining like no rain Cindy had ever seen.

"Good ole St. Louie," said Tom. "What a shitty night."

"I sure don't feel like fighting the traffic all the way to the college," said Pete. "Why don't we get a motel and go on out there in the morning?"

"Right on," said Tom. He looked at Cindy in the rear-view mirror. "What about you, Cindy?" he said. "I doubt you could find a place this late at night. We could put you up."

Cindy realized only at that moment that her fifteen dollars would scarcely buy her a room for the night and breakfast, if St. Louis prices were like New York's. Not thinking of the implications of Tom's offer, she said gratefully, "Oh, yes, thank you, that would be great. I hardly have any money."

"It's on us," said Pete, exchanging a sideways look with Tom which Cindy didn't see.

They had some hamburgers at a drive-in, then checked in at a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city. Cindy sat in the car while the guys made the arrangements, so she wasn't prepared for what happened. It seemed they were all to stay in one room which contained two double beds. Cindy was a little uncomfortable about that, but she figured the guys didn't have enough money for two rooms. She decided she had no right to complain, since she wasn't paying a cent of the bill.

"I sure would like a shower," she said nervously.

"Us, too," laughed Tom. "We're not too sweet-smelling after that drive. But ladies first."

Cindy felt like a new person when she stepped from the shower. The dust and sweat were washed away, along with the traces of Mike's jism. She didn't want to put on her dirty clothes again, so she hung them to air in the bathroom and emerged wearing a big towel wrapped around her.

Tom took her place in the shower, and she sat down on the bed not occupied by Pete. He grinned at her. "We were having a little shot of booze," he said. "Care for a nip? Takes the weariness right out of your bones."

"Okay," said Cindy. She'd never tasted hard liquor before, but she knew the effects of beer and wanted the pleasant numbness.

Pete mixed her a pretty strong bourbon and Coke, and it hit her almost immediately. She felt lazy and a little giggly. She stretched out on the bed, and Pete came to sit beside her. They chatted, and everything he said seemed hilariously funny. The next thing she knew, they were kissing.

His mustache tickled her, which was funny, but she also felt a hot fluttering in her cunt. It would be exciting to fuck Pete – if only Tom weren't there. Or it would be exciting to make it with Tom, if Pete weren't there. Cindy sighed and cursed her luck.

She and Pete went on necking till Tom came out of the bathroom, and then Pete went to take his shower. Tom sat beside her on the bed, and soon she was kissing him. It was crazy and funny. Cindy was not at all alarmed, just a little drunk and having a good time.

Presently Tom – who was also wearing only a towel – stretched out beside her and embraced her. "Hey, I like you," he whispered, "I really do."

"I like you, too," Cindy purred, running her fingers through his long, silky blond hair. "Both of you."

Tom chuckled. "You do? That's far-out."

He kissed her, and Cindy responded hotly. She felt an eager burning in her pussy, a signal she now recognized. She wanted to fuck this guy in the worst way. She felt no guilt about it. She was a woman now, on her own, and she could do whatever she liked with her body. The only hindrance was that there were two guys, not one. If only one of them would go out for a walk…

Tom was pressing hard against her, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, slowly and sensually. Cindy moaned and clung to him. She felt his hand fumbling over her tit, tugging at her towel, but she didn't stop him. The booze had made her reckless and carefree. Tom slipped the damp towel down over her left tit and laid his hand on the bare creamy flesh. He sighed softly.

Cindy wriggled lustily as he squeezed her plump full boob. The sweet sensation radiated all through her body, and she felt her pussy getting achingly swollen and moist. Tom broke the kiss then and looked down at her exposed jug, so full and ripe that it almost overflowed his caressing hand. He lifted his hand and admired the creamy globe and its sweet strawberry-pink nipple.

"Damn, you've got pretty tits," he said. His voice was husky.

Cindy giggled. "How do you know I've got two of them?" she said. "You only looked at one."

Tom chuckled and slipped the towel down over her other tit, as round and swelling and creamy as the other. "Boy, that's a relief," he said.

Cindy giggled again. The guys seemed so witty to her. The booze had made her so relaxed, till she felt like there was no tomorrow. Shyly she began to caress Tom's smooth, hard shoulders. His body was nice – young and sleek and tan, not grossly hairy like Mike's. Tom's breathing quickened as she touched him, and suddenly he jammed his mouth on hers and kissed her again, much more hotly and passionately this time.

He dug his tongue feverishly into her mouth, and Cindy met it with hers, their tongues swishing around each other in a lusty wet dance. Tom cupped both her bare boobs and molded them excitedly. His body began to move rhythmically against hers.

Just then Pete stepped out of the bathroom.

Cindy gave a little gasp, jerked her mouth away from Tom's, and tugged the towel up over her bare tits. Tom laughed and eased her down on the bed again.

"Hey Cindy," he said, "it's okay. Pete and me are buddies. He doesn't mind if you and I make out a little. Do you, Pete?"

Pete was lounging in the doorway, clad in a towel, grinning at them. "Hell, no," he said coolly. "I'll just have myself another drink. Don't mind me. Just pretend I'm not here."

That was very difficult for Cindy to do. As Pete strolled past the bed and started to mix himself another drink, studiously keeping his back to them, she was acutely aware of his presence. It just didn't seem right to be making out while another person was in the room.

Still Tom's kisses and caresses were very exciting to her. They gradually mellowed her out, and soon she was kissing him back hungrily, less and less aware of Pete, who was lounging on the other bed sipping his drink. Pete turned on his transistor radio to a rock station, and that helped, too. When Tom began to ease the towel down over her tits again, Cindy purred and didn't even protest.

"God, they're nice," Tom whispered as he once again cupped the soft warm mounds of her boobs. "So soft…"