It was hot.
Deep in July, with no end of the summer in sight, and, really, little thought of
tomorrow, Kendra and Paige wandered aimlessly through the parkette next to St. Matthews
Junior High School, arguing over what to do.
“We could go over and see Julie,” Kendra said without much force.
“It’s fuckin’ midnight,” Paige said. “Her old lady will never let us in.”
Kendra’s parents were environmentalists and disdained air conditioning. Neither
suggested going back to Paige’s place, as her parents were constantly at daggers drawn and
the whole atmosphere was decidedly uncomfortable to be around.
“Anyone who has a job is fuckin’ gone to sleep now anyway,” Kendra complained.
Neither of them had a job. Paige couldn’t get one while Kendra didn’t need one.
Paige had dropped out of high school at sixteen, and had moved intermittently from one
waitressing job to another for the past three years. Kendra had finished high school and
was resisting her parents’ desire she go on to college. Fortunately, her parents were very
liberal and believed in her “finding her own path” so were quite content to keep
supporting her while she decided what, if anything, she wanted to do with her life.
The heat and humidity over the past few days, though, had inspired her to nothing
more than finding someone less environmentally conscious than her parents – someone with
air conditioning, in other words.
Both were wearing the minimum necessary to prevent arrest for indecent exposure.
That meant short shorts from Abercrombie and Finch, tank tops, and sandals. Kendra’s tank
was little more than a piece of fabric which hung halfway down her belly and was tied
behind her in back. It strained against her full breasts, especially as, due to the heat,
she’d worn no bra. Paige’s top was a white wife-beater cut off just below her high, firm
breasts. From the sides, the gleaming bronze flesh of the sides of her breasts could be
seen through the large arm holes.
Kendra wiped sweat from her forehead and cursed softly.
“We could go to Aleksi’s,” Paige said.
Kendra looked at her uncertainly. “Who?”
“This guy I know, he’s really cool, a Russian guy. He has a really nice place.”
“Is he gonna be awake?”
“Shit, he probably only got up an hour ago. He’s a real party animal. He’s got
money, too. We might be able to score some free weed off him.”
“Well what the fuck, let’s go. Why didn’t you mention him earlier?”
Paige shrugged, by which Kendra decided she had her eye on the guy and didn’t want
him to be distracted by Kendra.
“So what’s he like? What does he do? How old is he?”
“His parents are some kind of business people in Russia, but it’s like, really
violent and shit over there, so they sent him to school here, only he doesn’t go very
much. He lives with his uncle but his uncle is never there. He travels around, like a
sales guy or something. So he’s pretty much got the place to himself.”
They wandered down Strathon, and into the Elmwood area, and Paige led the way up
the winding lane of a large bungalow surrounded by tall, trimmed hedges. She rang the bell
as Kendra leaned back against the railing and tugged at her top, peeling it away from her
sweaty chest.
A few moments passed, and then the door opened, and Kendra though she knew why
Paige was keeping the guy to herself.
“Hey,” Paige said.
“Hi Paige,” he said with a low voice, in throaty accented English.
“Uhm, this is Kendra. We were kind of wondering if we could come in and get out of
the heat a little.”
“But of course!” he said magnanimously. “How could I turn away two such beautiful
ladies?!”
Which was so much bullshit, Kendra thought, given they were both pale and sweaty,
their hair pulled back behind them in pony tails, but she didn’t mind. She followed Paige
in and groaned in relief as the air conditioning swept over her.
“Come and sit down. Can I get you ladies anything?”
“Beer,” Paige said.
“Yeah, me too,” Kendra said.
She watched Aleksi walk away and turned to grin at Paige.
Aleksi was a hunk. He was tall, broad shouldered, flat bellied, and muscled. He had
shaggy blonde hair with cute bangs across his forehead, high cheekbones, and flashing blue
eyes. He was tall and moved lithely, and he was much older than Paige, probably closer to
thirty than twenty.
She half fell into a leather sofa and Paige sat down across from her. It was a very
modern living room, with quality leather sofas and chairs and heavy oak tables. Nothing
here came from a cheap big box store, she thought as Aleksi came back and gave her a
dazzling smile. “Here you are, my lovely,” he said, handing her a beer in a tall glass.
“Thanks,” she said a trifle shyly.
Aleksi was very handsome indeed, and while she didn’t usually go for guys that much
older than her she could easily see why Paige thought a lot of him.
“It’s so freaking hot out,” Paige complained.
Kendra did not miss the substitution of “freaking” for “fucking” which Paige would
normally have used. Paige was trying to mind her language, which could only mean she was
trying to impress Aleksi. That thought brought out Kendra’s mischievous side and she
wondered how the blonde girl would react to her flirting with the cute Russian guy.
She and Paige drank thirstily, and Aleksi regaled them with a story of how he’d
gone searching for a gold ring, and his disapproval for the low grade gold found in most
American jewelry stores. “Who would waste their money on 14 karat cold?” he asked in
amazement. “Why not buy brass?”
“Not everyone has your money Aleksi,” Paige said, “Or your taste.”
“Ah, my taste in jewelry is nothing. My taste in beautiful women is much more
refined,” he said with an appreciative look at Paige.
Paige giggled and Kendra smirked a little – until Aleksi turned those fabulous blue
eyes on her. “And your friend is truly lovely as well,” he said. “Kendra,” he said. “That
is Welsh in origin. It means great champion. What are you a champion of, my dear Kendra?”
Kendra blushed a bit. “Nothing,” she said.
“Ah, but I can tell simply from looking at you that you’re beauty is itself a
fabulous thing. Perhaps you are a champion at breaking the hearts of men.”
Kendra giggled. He was corny and goofy but boy he was cute.
He produced a lovely silver box and took an already rolled joint from it, then lit
it up. The three shared it as he spoke about Russia and the girls in Moscow. When that
was done he produced another, and they all had a second beer.
“It’s so nice here,” Paige sighed, stretching, her breasts pushing out tautly
against her top in a way Kendra doubted she was unaware of.
“Well you may spend the night if you so desire,” Aleksi said. “There is a spare
bedroom just up the hall and as you know, I am ever the gentleman.”
Kendra found herself much attracted to that idea. She was sleepy and the thought of
going back out into that awful heat and humidity and sweating like a pig all night in her
environmentally conscious home did not fill her with enthusiasm.
They had another toke, and Paige began flirting more openly with Aleksi, giggling
and touching him a lot. Then they began to kiss, and she began to feel a little uneasy.
But Aleksi went to get another drink, and then, instead of sitting next to Paige, sat next
to Kendra, flirting with her and making her giggle and blush. She could tell Paige wasn’t
happy about that, but she felt flattered, and besides, Paige often teased her so it was
only fair if she returned the favour.
She let her fingers stroke Aleksi’s arm as they chatted, and giggled again as he
kissed her cheek, then her lips. But when his tongue slid into her mouth she decided she
really had to ease off on this before things got out of hand.
It felt – good – though, and she sighed weakly as he undid her pony tail and slid
his fingers through her tangled hair. She gasped lightly as he tilted her head back and
gnawed lightly along the side of her neck.
Then he drew back. “Would you girls like to take a shower?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. We’re all sweaty,” Paige said.
Kendra sighed weakly, tiredly. But when Paige took her wrist she stumbled up the
hall after her and into the guest bedroom. It was large and had a big double bed and an
ensuite bathroom. She felt almost too sleepy to take a shower, but she didn’t want to get
into bed all sweaty, so she stripped and the two of them went into the bathroom, where
there was a shower stall instead of a tub.
“He’s cute isn’t he?” Paige said.
“Yes,” Kendra sighed.
She didn’t wonder why she felt so tired. Well, she’d had some grass, of course, and
that always made her sleepy. It was almost two in the morning, and she’d had several
beers. But her head seemed unusually foggy as she and Paige let the water pour over them.
Paige soaped herself up quickly and her hair but Kendra just sort of leaned weakly against
the wall.
Then Paige turned to her, soap in hand, and began to soap her up vigorously. That
made her giggle a little, especially when Paige’s soapy hands slid over her full breasts
and down across her round bottom. Paige giggled too and kissed her lightly on the lips,
which Kendra thought was quite nice.
Then the blonde girl’s hand slid between her legs and she felt a little shudder of
heat as they rubbed over her pussy – and went back – and over it again. Her fingers were
very carefully stroking up and down against Kendra’s pussy, in fact, and across her clit,
and the brown haired girl’s breathing quickened as she sighed and moaned weakly.
“You like that, Kendie?” Paige whispered teasingly.
Kendra moaned softly as Paige’s soapy fingers continued to stroke back and forth
over her clit, and Kendra’s body began to thrum with sexual heat and pleasure.
She was confused by it all, though. She and Paige had never done anything like that
together, and while many of her friends had played around with lesbian games and
experimentation she hadn’t much experience in that regard.
Paige soaped her up and rinsed her off, then used a towel on the both of them.
Kendra seemed asleep on her feet as Paige led her friend back into the main room, half
holding her up as Kendra giggled dazedly.
“How is our little pretty?” Aleksi said.
Paige dropped her eyes shyly as Aleksi came in. He grinned at her then at Kendra.
“Hello, slut,” he said with a smirk.
Kendra blinked her eyes, disoriented, and Aleksi gripped the big bath towel
covering her and pulled it away.
“Very nice,” he said as he examined her.
He reached out and cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing them together, then
flicking his thumbs across the fat nipples.
“Lovely tits on her,” he said as his fingers pinched and plucked at Kendra’s
nipples, hardening them.
Kendra’s eyes fluttered up at him and he smiled, then kissed her deeply, his tongue
thrusting into the dazed girl’s mouth. He drew back with a smile.
“Move the slut to the bed,” he said.
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