Reginald Brisbane - The weekend captive

"Hello," said a girl's voice. "Is that Linda?"

"Yes."

"I'm Jenny, Hugh's cousin. I thought you might be lonely and would like to come over for a chat. I believe you know the address. Hugh's gone down to the beach and if you like we could join him there… take the board and try to catch a long one."

She sounded nice on the phone, a soft, well-modulated voice and very friendly.

On an impulse Linda said she'd love to meet her and would be at her apartment in half an hour. Perhaps Jenny might be able to give me some sisterly advice, she thought to herself. "What's the address again? I can't quite remember?"

Jenny told her and with barely concealed excitement hung up. Her eyes glowed with a strange light as she thought to herself that this would be a really scorching afternoon.

Jenny stood naked in front of a long mirror, admiring her tall, beautiful, perfectly formed body that was featured so often on magazine covers throughout the country. Her short-cropped brunette hair accentuated her long neck and her full breasts that were, like the rest of her, tanned from sunning herself nude on the roof garden. She ran her hands down to cup her firm breasts, moving her fingers gently over the already stiffening nipples, then her hands moved down over her flat stomach around to the high arches of her buttocks, back to the indentations between thighs and pubic mound, her caresses increasing the pleasurable ache arising from her thoughts. A young blonde in full bud, naked and lying unresistingly languid on the couch of her apartment! This was the vision that filled her mind with an almost unbearable expectancy.

As she stroked her long limbs she wondered what she should wear from her extensive wardrobe. She wanted to impress this blonde beauty: after one look at the photo Hugh had shown her she felt an irresistible urge to introduce her to the pleasures of making love to a girl. She realized that she couldn't have her to herself alone, that Hugh would have to be included, but she had made a pact with him whereby she would have Linda alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Neither he nor any other man had previously known of her preference for girls, nor was he aware of how much she was attracted to him physically… probably the only man who had such a strong effect on her.

This afternoon she would admit him to her secret lesbian world. The thought of what could happen, the prospect of having both Linda and Hugh and watching Hugh have Linda sent a glowing feeling throughout her body, an expectation that forced her to nervously smoke cigarette after cigarette, occasionally packing one with hashish. This was the drug she had cunningly prepared for Linda, who Hugh said was a non-smoker, and as she had heard from her cousin all about Linda's aversion to the spiked Cokes she had prepared brownies heavily loaded with the narcotic. Linda would refuse a Coke but would hardly refuse tea and cookies!

She toyed with the idea of wearing hot pants and nothing else, to remain topless, as she usually did when her girl friend stayed at the apartment. She realized that this would undoubtedly frighten the young girl away so she added a transparent, flowered top.

Keeping his promise to stay away for a couple of hours, Hugh had gone down to the Surf Club on the beach front. The scene was set, and at half-past four the doorbell rang.

Linda had hesitated outside the front door of the apartment, filled with doubt and apprehension. Would Hugh be there alone? Or would he be there at all? She didn't want to see him ever again. She was angry with him and with herself for what had happened; she felt cheated and, worst of all, she had been criminally wronged when he had taken that photo. And she was sure he had because she had counted the remaining film. It was the existence of the photo that really prompted her to accept Jenny's invitation… that and the fact that Jenny had sounded like a nice, normal person from whom she could get some advice. That she might be pregnant was another consideration that had sent chilling tremors down Linda's spine.

To counteract any ideas Jenny might have formed about her being a slut, she had gone to great lengths to dress demurely and although it was a boiling hot day she wore long sheer tights under a summer dress and petticoat. She had made doubly sure that she carried her keys in her handbag and had written down the number of her parents' phone. She had also brought fifty dollars: if Hugh wouldn't give her the photo she would pay him for it. Perspiring slightly from the walk along the blistering pavements and the walk up the stairs to Jenny's apartment, she pressed the doorbell.

"I'm so pleased you could come," Jenny said in a low husky voice, smiling warmly, as she opened the door. In a glance she took in the glorious vision of the dewy blonde, the long golden hair, the full young mouth, the firm rising mounds upthrust against the thin material of her dress above a slim waist and soft swelling thighs. "You must be terribly hot," she added, noticing little beads of perspiration on Linda's upper lip.

"Hello," replied Linda as she entered, noting Jenny's long bare legs and bare feet, her tall slim figure and short-cropped hair. As Jenny walked ahead of her to the living room Linda couldn't help but admire the grace of her legs and the way part of her ass-cheeks showed softly round beneath the hot pants. She appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five, with an olive-brown skin and very smooth face. The top-model qualities of the girl were obvious.

Jenny apologized about the heat of the apartment, explaining that it wasn't air-conditioned as she imagined all American homes were, as she ushered Linda into the room that momentarily inspired in Linda a sense of panic. There was the couch! The sight of it brought every conscious moment of the previous evening back in horrific vividness. She became aware of the fact that she had suddenly stopped walking into me room, her eyes fixed on the couch, when she felt Jenny's hand on her arm.

"Come and sit down here, it's the most comfortable place," she said, leading her to the couch. As Linda sat down, feeling weak and trembling in her stomach, she looked up and noticed for the first time that she could see right through Jenny's flimsy top, could see the outline of pink nipples against the roundness of firm brown breasts. Below the short top Jenny's flat stomach and navel were exposed as far as the band of her hot pants which were only partly zipped up.

Aware of Linda's examination, Jenny explained: "I've been trying on some summer clothes for a fashion show. You know how it is – they always send the wrong sizes, like these hot pants. I can hardly do up the zip."

"Is Hugh here?" Linda asked abruptly.

"No, the boy's gone down to the beach. I guess he's gone for the rest of the afternoon. He seems to be very fond of you, Linda, but I must warn you, he's very fickle." As she spoke, Jenny noticed that Linda relaxed, that the wary expression changed to a smile. "I hope you're hungry," she added. "I've made some brownies especially for you."

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," Linda replied, as Jenny got up to make tea. She watched the older girl walk to the kitchen, her firm, slim, boyish posterior slightly swaying in what Linda supposed was a mannequin's walk. She wished she hadn't worn so many clothes: the room was stifling.

It was after Linda had eaten two of the hash-filled cookies that she gradually felt a mood of sensuousness coming over her. She hadn't really felt hungry and had only eaten the brownies because Jenny had gone to so much trouble on her behalf. She liked Jenny and they talked happily about surfing, modeling and clothes. After a while they went to the bedroom where Jenny showed her row after row of dresses, some of which she thought Linda might like to try on.