drew in her breath with a desperate gasp. The Aid to Dependent Children form she'd filled out this morning was a lie too! What if Chris were right? What if she did get caught for welfare fraud! Oh, Jesus! But at the time, she thought defensively, she was certain she was doing the right thing. And everybody did it; it was no big thing. California the welfare state and all that jive…
'Listen,' gestured Sandy with the palm of her hand. 'I'll talk to Roger myself. I know that creep who ripped off your money was my responsibility. I'm in the wrong… as usual,' the emotional girl said for the thousandth time in her life, 'and I'll go down to talk to Roger. Okay?'
Chris, seeing the distraught look in her roommate's eyes, felt instantly repentant for her emotional outburst and accusations, though most of them remained unspoken. 'I'm sorry, Sandy,' sighed Chris, sinking to her knees and grabbing her friend's hand in hers. 'I don't mean to sound like such a bitch. It's just that I'm really disappointed in everything that's happened to us since we've been in San Francisco. No job, no money, no chance to go out and explore… and no dates… well you've had no problems in that department, but I'm not as outgoing as you are,' she admitted with a wince. 'I don't mean to get so uptight.'
Sandy stroked her friend's hair with sisterly affection. 'That's okay, Chris. I understand. But I hope it won't hurt your feelings if I tell you that since you and Mark broke up last spring you've been really uptight. I know what you need,' grinned Sandy with a knowing smirk. She nodded her head for emphasis. 'Yeah, that's the problem,' she giggled giving her friend's head a loving pat.
Chris stared up into her roommate's twinkling, devilishly green eyes. The truth was written there by the hand of experience. If anyone should know the merits of a healthy sex life, it was Sandy – unattestably Sandy.
'Hey, friend,' soothed Sandy. 'Why don't you go in and take a good hot bath. I just brought some vanilla scented bubble bath from this neat store that sells nothing but organic products.' She tutted with self- recrimination. 'I know I shouldn't have spent the money,' she admitted, rolling her eyes in her flirtatious manner, and sticking out her pouty lower lip like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar and trying to lie his way out of it. 'But the clerk told me it had the correct PH balance and all that… well, I just couldn't resist. Anyway, take a hot bath, calm down and sprinkle some of that vanilla bubble bath in. It smells so sexy!'
'Sounds good to me,' smiled Chris heading for the bathroom, wondering how Sandy could con her into anything, marveling at her magic touch.
With Sandy's giggle still ringing in her ears, Chris turned on the radio and sauntered toward the bathroom and pulled off her tee shirt and Levi's, leaving her bikini and bra on long enough to dart to her bedroom and pull a fresh towel from her bureau drawer.
Later, as the blonde haired girl prepared to step into the warm, sudsy bath water she had drawn, her reflection in the cracked mirror caught her eye. On the whole she was satisfied with what she saw. She was not as full breasted as her teasingly voluptuous roommate, but her breasts were firm and round. Testing the bathwater with her toe, she unsnapped her bra and pulled it from her arms, then pulled down and kicked off her panties.
Chris stared into the mirror again, this time running her hands over her satin-smooth skin, and bringing up both palms to cup the rounded swells of her lushly ripening young breasts, rolling the erectile nipples between her fingers until they were distended and the areolas puckered up around them, the warm flush of tumescence spreading through her – the feeling of need, of desire, of sexuality. She turned for a profile view. Maybe Sandy was right: what she needed was a good long roll in the hay.
If only Mark were here, she thought temptingly, stepping into the tepid bath tub and sighing as the warm water lapped at her worried body. Yes, Mark, she ah-ah-ed, slipping down in the tub 'til her blonde hair floated on the vanilla bubbles. Mark had been her steady date through most of her sophomore year in college and into her third year, too. It had been mostly for companionship that they spent time together studying and going to football games; suddenly, and without their even knowing, their innocent infatuation filled with hand-holding and necking, gave way to desperately passionate sessions in Chris' apartment. Chris' resistance weakened further every time until finally there had come the inevitable loss of her virginity.
Being a virgin wasn't something she had particularly relished, not a life-creed to be carried around on a signboard, just something that seemed right for her. The voluptuous blonde had never really made any plans about keeping her virginity, or about losing it, for that matter. But when it happened, it just happened. It was something she regretted now, not only because her parents had come for that God-awful surprise visit the next day, but because she hadn't anything… or anybody… to show for it now.
The blonde, relishing in the feminine feel of the suds remembered that night, that awful regrettable night. As if to scatter those thoughts to the wind, she dipped her hand into the suds and blew a stream of bubbles into the moist air watching them as they popped and dissipated like time itself.
Mark. A perfect gentleman… most of the time, mused Chris now, feeling sexy and feminine mummified in the vanilla bubbles. She remembered, too, the Hawaiian sarong she had worn to the springtime fraternity party, how daring she felt knowing one pull on that rope belt and her breasts would come tumbling free. She'd felt devilishly sinful that night, it may have been the full moon, she later thought. But the boilermakers – the virgin's lethal drink made of tasteless wood alcohol and Hawaiian punch – had a lot to do with it! It had tasted so good she'd had a glass, though she seldom drank… then another, and another.
After the dance he'd driven her home and carried her to the door. Apparently Sandy had let him in, but she could hardly blame her roommate for that; Mark had spent many nights in their apartment when he didn't feel like going back to his fraternity house room which he shared with a frat brother. Mark had slung the door open with his shoulder and lay the lush half-conscious body out on the soft mattress.
'Oh,' she'd mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol-sodden slumber. 'Have I been asleep? Mark, I'm so drunk!'
'That's okay,' the broad shouldered fraternity boy replied soothingly, not wanting her to regain full consciousness just yet. It had been an age old tradition in the fraternity; if you can't get your girl to make it with you after the Hawaiian dance, all bets were off you ever would. Besides, he'd had a bet riding on it. 'You'll feel fine in the morning,' he reassured.
Chris couldn't help but giggle drunkenly at the thought of Mark playing nurse to her. But his thick strong fingers proved agile enough as he pulled on the rope belt that held that single piece of fabric snug to her lithe body, and slid the garment gently over her head, revealing most of her supple tempting young bodily curves to his avidly searching eyes.
Suddenly, Mark had become a man possessed, a maniac driven only by his intense animal lust for her body. Nothing else mattered to him that instant but fucking his long, painfully hard cock into that warm hair-lined pussy no man had ever touched, that damply glistening cleft he'd hungered for so long. She was a woman to him now, a desirable young woman to be taken, a virgin born for his sacrifice.
He reached for her, grabbing her roughly before she had time to react, before she could even cry out in surprise, a deep beast-like groan erupting from his throat as he pulled her roughly in prone position on the bed.
'Please, Mark, please… we can't… w-we can't!' she moaned piteously as he held her down with one lust- strengthened hand and ran the other greedily over the lush contours of her nakedly struggling body, kneading her ripe succulent breasts cruelly with hands now beyond his control, hands that acted as if they were possessed with a spirit beyond his own. Pinkish ridges of her softly delicate flesh protruded between his straining fingers as his head had dropped to the budding young nipples and chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the tenderly resilient flesh give way and the salty taste of blood seeping onto his lashing tongue.
'Oh, no, not like this. It can't be like this!' she moaned, more in anguish than in anger. But her plea was unheeded.
In his madness, he still held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed, imprisoning her there by he heavy tensed chest that weighed upon her lithe slenderness like a giant crushing boulder. Her long blonde hair began thrashing from side to side on the bed, her beautiful face contorted with anguish. She pleaded until the words become nothing but incoherent mutterings of jumbled words.
And it was then that he brutally fucked her the first time, robbed her of her virginity in a frenzy of jungle passion gone wild.
Ignoring the low moaning pleas, Mark rolled on top of the violently struggling coed, catching her body just as her long, slimly tapered legs had scissored out in one last desperate effort to escape his brutal assault. His hips
