Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

"Here I am always telling Dad that women can stand on their own two feet, and now I'll have to go to him and ask for next year's tuition fees," she choked again. "What a bummer… and all because of that bloody puritan, John Martin."

"Your Dad won't mind…" began Silke.

"That's not the point," Anne cut in. "I guess I wanted to prove it to myself as much as to please him."

Silke went out and got the tea. She put the cups on the table and poured another finger of brandy.

"There you are, have another one. You can use the tea as a chaser."

"What kind is it?"

"Earl Grey," said Silke. "Come on, drink up."

"It's a bit early in the day for all this," said Anne. "What are you trying to do-get me drunk?"

"That wouldn't be a bad idea for both of us," Silke said quite seriously. "It's just what I feel like doing."

This time Anne sipped at the strong spirits. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Pardon?"

"I'm sorry I got you into this mess. I don't have a straight-A record, but I can imagine how disappointed you must feel."

"Here, now," said Silke, "you didn't get me into this, we both got into it together. It was a mutual decision."

"I suppose you're right," Anne agreed. "But it did seem like a good idea at the time."

She curled back up on the couch, laying her head in her friend's lap.

"I still think it was a good idea," Silke said firmly. "Anyway, I enjoyed doing it a lot more than I would have done if I had simply written about my first impressions of America or something corny like that. Come to think of it, Russ was my first impression of the States."

Anne half-listened to her friend's consoling chatter but she still felt bitter about the let-down she'd received at the hands of John Martin. Involuntarily another tear trickled down her cheek. Silke bent forward and kissed it away, then with the point of her tongue she licked away the track of tears on her other cheek. She ended by kissing Anne on her forehead.

"Oh, Silke," Anne murmured as she pulled her friend down closer. The two girls kissed each other full on the lips. Silke's tongue pushed its way into Anne's mouth.

With her hand Silke swept back Anne's long hair from her neck and kissed her gently there before nibbling at her ear. Anne squirmed with surprised delight when Silke poked her tongue in her ear and swirled it around. "Kiss me again," she said urgently.

This time their mouths met in open invitation. Silke slid her hand down and caressed Anne's breasts. Beneath the sheer blouse her nipple hardened in response. She made no move to halt Silke's exploring fingers. One, two. She slipped the blouse open and pushed her hand inside. She cupped the whole mound of Anne's, left breast then bent down to suck on it.

Anne wriggled with the thrill of her friend's lips rolling the taut buttons on her fits and half-slipped off the couch. The two girls roiled onto the thick shag carpet. Anne's top was open to the waist now and she reached up to undo Silke's shirt. Neither of them was wearing a bra. Silke alternated her attention between Anne's breasts and nibbling on her earlobe.

"That feels so good," moaned Anne. Silke let her hand stray lower and rubbed it along the inside of Anne's thigh.

"Anne… Anne… " she repeated softly. Silke sat with her head against the seat of the couch and held Anne's head to her chest. Anne sucked greedily at Silke's tits. She sucked them as a grateful baby might, while Silke's fingers probed the flimsy defenses of her briefs. The German girl slipped her fingers underneath the elastic edge and played with the tuft of pussy hair that she could fell.

"Anne, lie back," Silke breathed in her friend's ear. Anne obediently lay on her back but reached forward with open arms for Silke.

"Good, it's so good," she murmured. "Don't stop… don't stop."

Site had no Intention of stopping now. She pushed her tongue deep into Anne's mouth, while her finger slid into Anne's juicy cunt. In and out, in and out, she finger-fucked her friend. Anne sucked on Silke's tongue as she reveled in this delicious frigging. She ground her hips into the carpet and shuddered convulsively as she spent her orgasm. Silke held her tightly. It was several moments before either of them spoke.

"Wow, that was fantastic," said Anne, breaking the enchanted silence. She sat up, catching her breath, then putting her arm around Silke's shoulder she kissed her a warm thank-you on the cheek.

Site looked at her lovingly. "It was all my pleasure, Anne. You don't know how I've longed to be with you like that."

"What do you mean?" asked Anne. "You go out with Greg and…"

"Of course I go out with Greg. And I sleep with him whenever I fancy it… but that doesn't stop me from wanting you."

"Wanting me?"

"Sure. Just because I like getting fucked by a fellow, doesn't mean I can't appreciate and enjoy a girl's attentions, or giving them for that matter."

"I'm not sure I really understand," Anne said as she sipped on the cup of tea, which had cooled down considerably now. "I feel like a cigarette, how about you?"

Anne got up, straightening her skirt as she did S. but she didn't bother to button up her blouse again. She lit two Pall Mall filters at once and handed one over to Silke.

"You did enjoy it, didn't you? Silke asked her.

"I should have thought that was obvious," said Anne, making a little stroking motion on the front of her skirt.

"Well, so did I," said Silke. "You know a private boarding school can be a pretty lonely place for healthy growing girls. We used to relieve our frustration, in the dormitory after the lights went out."

"Thinking about it… you really are most skillful," Anne complimented her.

"Practice, sweetheart," she laughed, "lots of practice."

"Didn't it put you off boys?"

"Hell, no. No way. One afternoon I got fucked by a young gardener in the woods by our horse-riding trail. And in the evening I recounted the whole episode to my friend, Elke, while she was busy sucking me off."

Anne smiled devilishly: "I bet you give pretty good head too?"

"Sure," said Silke, "Maybe tonight I'll show you just how good. Let's face it, girls know their way round a pussy better than any guy. That's why we can give each other so much pleasure when we go down for a little feast."

"I'd never thought of it like that," confessed Anne. "I guess you're right."

"Any sex is great," Silke reassured her, "so long as your heart's in it. What should it matter if I sleep with Greg or with you?"

"You're not seeing Greg tonight, are you?" Anne asked, with a slightly disappointed edge in her voice.

"No," laughed Silke. "Let's stay in together on our own tonight."

"Great," said Anne, with evident relief. "I know, let's get out some beers and phone for a pizza. Then you can teach me all your tricks. I can see I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"O.K." said Silke, secretly pleased at Anne's obvious delight in this new dimension that she had opened up for her friend. "Let's call it mutual consolation."

Anne set her cup down sharply. That last remark had made reality come flooding back in.

"Jeez, I'd like to get my hands on John Martin. Adolescent fantasy… what the fuck does he know?"

"I know what you mean… I'd like to show him a thing or two myself. Bloody prude!"

Anne finished off the drop of brandy in her glass and washed it down with the rest of her tea.

"I'd like to make that mean bastard pay…" She stopped, now fantasizing about the kind of revenge she'd take.

It was quite a few moments before Silke said: "It would be better for us if we could change his mind."

"Change his mind?" queried Anne. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the final marks don't have to be in until the end of next week, so I doubt if he's submitted his official grade report yet… "