Amanda was about to answer when there came the sudden sound of someone coughing. Turning, she saw Jassy Newquay standing in the doorway to the living room as if making a preplanned entrance.
'Oh, hello, there!' she said in mock surprise. 'I didn't realize you all had arrived.'
Dirk gulped and almost spilled his coffee down the front of his shirt as he caught sight of the young girl. She was dressed in one of the skimpiest pair of shorts he had ever seen her wear. He wasn't even aware she owned shorts as revealing as that. Her T-shirt was no better. It looked as though it were at least two sizes too small and it outlined her sensuous tits as though it were not even there, and her pale shimmering hair was studiously brushed and shining, hanging just so to her shoulders.
'This is Jassy Newquay,' Dirk stammered. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and vowed that when he got Jassy alone he was going to turn her over his knee, even if she were his real sister. These two were important people and she knew better than to embarrass herself and the village by showing up in a tiny get-up like that.
Jassy entered the room slowly, her eyes glued to Scott Thorpe's. The disturbed miner saw, as she got closer, that she was wearing mascara and eyeliner. She never usually wore make-up. A far cry from her usual look in blue jeans and overalls.
'Oh, hello,' she said again as Scott Thorpe stood up eagerly to shake her hand. His dark eyes glistened with lewd interest and roved almost shamelessly over the scantily dressed girl's appetizing body. 'I just came from the garden in the back,' she indicated with a toss of her head.
Dirk had never felt so powerless with this headstrong girl. Obviously she was now willing to go to any lengths to annoy him, and it enraged him inwardly to see the way Thorpe's spoiled son was ogling her. God, he was almost undressing her with his eyes. Not that Jassy hadn't invited him to do so! Although he struggled not to show it, Dirk could feel his blood pressure mounting dangerously. Yet somehow he managed to get through the introductions without exploding.
'Do you work in the mine?' Thorpe asked the blonde.
'Oh, yes,' Jassy replied eagerly.
Dirk thought resentfully of the fact that Jassy was showing so much interest in the big-shot city slicker when she never even so much as smiled at the local boys.
Meanwhile, Scott Thorpe was struggling not to reveal too much of his obscene reaction to the arrival of the enticing young blonde. There was a steadily mounting pulse of lewd heat burning now in his loins and he couldn't keep his eyes from roving lovingly along the firm contours of the twenty-year olds voluptuous body. Christ, he thought to himself, what a pair of tits she's got! His prick began to lurch hungrily in his trousers and he quickly sat down, not wanting to betray his feelings to anyone else. He could see Amanda smiling knowingly at him, but he didn't care about her. He didn't care about anything but the appetizing vision of the scantily dressed blonde girl. If ever I saw virgin pussy, he mused lewdly, eyeing the tight little 'vee' that nestled between Jassy's firm white thighs, this is it!
Amanda could easily see that Dirk was the protective sort and was reacting with barely concealed anger, and to ease the situation, she decided it was time to act. She placed her hand on the handsome miner's arm and squeezed it, a little bit. Feeling the pressure, Dirk turned to the attractive redhead and was once more caught in her voluptuous spell. There was something about her that seemed to absolutely hypnotize him.
'You have a lovely house here, Jassy,' she cooed softly. 'You must be very proud.'
'Well… uh, yes, yes I am.'
'It must be difficult to take care of it all alone.'
'Yes, I must admit that sometimes it is. Oh, dear,' she covered her pretty mouth with her delicate fingers. 'I have completely forgotten my manners. Would any of you like some more coffee?'
'Sure,' Dirk replied, now considerably calmed thanks to Amanda's artful charm. 'I'd love some.'
Turning, the young blonde ambled slowly out of the room, and at that moment, every eye seemed to focus on the prominent, sensually swaying ass cheeks of the unpredictable woman-child. Once more, Dirk felt a throbbing anger rising in his brain, and it was a relief to him when his Jassy finally departed.
It was going to be one hell of a two months if Jassy was going to act like a cock-starved whore.
Jassy didn't go to the kitchen immediately. First she ducked into her room for a few minutes to calm the excitement that had run through her ever since she had seen Scott Thorpe sitting there in her very own living room. She knew she was too old to be feeling such euphoria over meeting the boss' son, so to speak, but she felt like a little girl with her first crush.
'Oh, God,' she said aloud, unable to contain herself, 'the way he looked at me!'
She threw herself down on the bed and shivered deliciously, nudging the tips of her hugely billowing tits into the mattress until she could feel a warm tingling excitement catching fire in her pussy.
Shit, she had never met a man like him before. Cool, handsome, sophisticated and rich. My god, what more could a woman ask for in a man?
Scott Thorpe was like someone out of one of the romantic novels she was always reading. The kind of man she would never meet in a mining town like Beaulea. The kind of man who would fall in love with her and take her away from all the dirt and dust of the mines to go live happily ever after on his yacht or in his mansion. There was no mistaking that gleam of desire that she'd spotted in his darkly flashing eyes when she made her entrance in the skimpiest clothes she could find. He was definitely interested in her, she could tell that much!
The wildly happy blonde took a deep breath and closed her eyes tight, reliving every moment of the tension- charred meeting that had taken place only moments before. Then she tried to relax herself, for she did have to go back to the living room and bring them their coffee but she had to do something first and she had just enough time! Slowly, she turned over on her back and parted her long, whitely tapering legs just slightly. Then, with the slender fingers that had recently touched Scott Thorpe's hand, she touched the soft down-covered skin of her belly, then moved them slowly toward the top of her microscopic shorts. Jassy's full pink lips quivered in excitement, and she let her tongue make a lazy wet trail across them. Her golden-blonde hair lay in a disheveled froth about her head, as her thoughts centered on the handsome man she had just met.
'Oh, Scott…' she moaned lovingly. 'Scott…' It was not the first time she had called a man's name in a romantic fantasy, but this time, the daydreaming girl was able to make herself really feel that the man she was calling was with her, actually able to make herself really feel that Scott was with her, actually in the bedroom. In fact, in her mind it was his hand touching her, not her own delicate fingers. His hand was unzipping the top of her shorts and insinuating itself downward to touch the soft little mound of her virginal pussy, grazing the pale silken hair that covered it.
'Oh, Scott… you shouldn't touch my cunt… we shouldn't,' she mewled dreamily, lost completely in her dream-life. Her thighs, already slightly parted, parted a little further. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and she could feel the blood racing hotly through her veins. Her body quivered as a heated sensation of desire filled her belly, a desire made all the more acute because it had never actually been fulfilled. Oh, how much she wanted a man like Scott, needed him.
Her finger moved slowly down into the tendrils of golden blonde hairs until she reached the tight little cleft of her innocent cunt. There her sensitive pussylips pulsed with a slowly rising wetness as she began to imagine what it would be like the first time she was alone with Scott Thorpe. Her back arched slightly off the bed as her fingers searched downwards into the folds of her softly hidden cunt flesh. With a rapturous sigh of lust, she found the hotly throbbing tip of her clit, and a sharp hot thrill rushed up her spine as the tender wet surface was exposed to the hungry fingering of her cunt. Then, the romantically dreaming blonde began a steady back and forth motion with her outstretched middle finger, rubbing the satiny tissues of her virgin pussy and making them respond with sizzling ripples of pleasure that coursed upward to every part of her slender young body.
'Oh, Scott, darling… darling,' she chanted as lurid sensations of erotic hotness churned shamelessly in her cunt. 'Oh, how much I want you to fuck me!'
Soon the mounting flashes of desire became almost overwhelming, as she continued to greedily rub her lust- swollen clit, all the while imagining that it was Scott Thorpe who was teasing her blondely furred pussy with his own strong masculine fingers. Irresistible torrents of forbidden pleasure shot through her thrashing limbs, and a wonderfully pleasurable radiance seemed to surround her like a magic cloud. Deep in her heart she knew that what
