I arrived at the beauty academy at mid-afternoon. It was exclusive and
very private-my mother had paid a fortune to have her sweet little,
sixteen-year-old, future cover girl get a week's worth of training in
professional modeling, fashion and makeup. The academy was located in a
sprawling mansion in the hills of L.A., and once through the guarded gates,
I was escorted into the office of the director, a woman named Tia. As I
waited for her, I looked out a large picture window down onto a huge
swimming pool. A handful of girls lay soaking up the sun or swimming in
the blue water-all beautiful, all nude.
"Hello, Angela. Welcome. I'm Tia."
I turned at the sound and gasped at her beauty. She walked toward me
wearing a long, transparent open robe. It was baby blue and flowed around
her like smoke. On her elegant feet were high-heeled sandals, her toenails
painted midnight black. Other than that, she was naked. Her breasts were
perfect melon-shaped globes with small, pink nipples-her pussy was shaved,
leaving only a trace of close-trimmed pubic hair extending in a thin line
up from the top of her slit. The mons was puffy and bulged out to form a
classic coffee bean oval with a delicate slit marking the entrance. Her
legs were long and slim, and she moved with the grace of a dancer. I stood
with my mouth open at the sight.
"I hope you're not shocked by my appearance," Tia said, "but we take a
very open, free approach to beauty and our bodies. We encourage you to
express yourself through your body-explore it and enjoy it, and realize
that others want to explore and enjoy it too." She stopped in front of me,
extending her hand to caress my cheek. "You are absolutely stunning,
Angela."
"Thank you," I managed to whisper, still overcome by her gorgeous form.
Tia ran her hand down my neck, across my shoulder and along my bare arm
sending electric sparks through me with her gentle touch. "We're going to
work you hard this coming week, Angela. By next Sunday, you'll be ready to
take on the boardwalks of all the fashion centers. I'm sure it won't be
long before everyone will see your lovely face and exquisite body looking
back from the covers of every fashion magazines.
"I hope so," I said with an eager smile.
She took my hand leading me to the window. "The work will be hard but
there'll be plenty of time to play. We have a disco room in the basement
to dance the night away; our pool you see before you, and there are other
delicious surprises to make your stay orgasmic. Don't let the stress of
this week build up-learn to control it and have fun. There's a wonderful
massage and exercise program, and of course we encourage relieving stress
through sex-I hope you masturbate because we want you to do it often. If
you like to use toys, we have all shapes and sizes--just ask. Pleasing
yourself or your lover puts a warm glow on your face and makes you look
even more beautiful. You'll find that most of the girls here are either
lesbian or bisexual, and the ones that aren't are very curious. So make
friends and have fun. When it comes to sex, our rule is: coming is
becoming."
I looked down at the pool again and noticed a young girl, maybe fourteen
or fifteen. She was naked, floating on her back on a raft. A second
equally young girl was hanging off the end of the raft between her friend's
legs casually playing with her pussy. I felt a tingle of arousal at the
erotic sight of the two nymphs enjoying each other-I had already
experimented with lesbianism at school and loved it. I couldn't wait to
find another girl to play with.
Tia stroked my hair. "You're going to do beautifully," she said with a
sweet smile. Then she leaned forward placing a soft kiss on my lips.
The fresh smell of her hair and skin, and the delicious taste of her
lips made my legs go weak and my pulse race. I realized I have never been
so horny in my life.
"Now let me have my assistant, Marie, show you to your room." Tia turned
and went to her desk, the transparent gown hiding nothing. I watched her
beautiful bottom, totally void of any tan lines, as she walked away.
Knowing that my eyes were on her, she spread her legs slightly as she bent
over her desk to use the intercom, giving me a revealing glimpse of her sex
peeking out from between her legs.
In a moment, a girl opened the door and smiled at me. "Hi, Angela, I'm
Marie." She held out her hand and I took it. "I'm gonna help you get
settled in."
As she led me out, Tia said, "You two have fun."
I guessed Marie to be about twenty. She was a cute, petite blond with
mountain lake blue eyes, bee sting lips and a smile that made my pussy
water. She wore a pink spaghetti-string tank top that hid little of her
small, perk breasts and nipples. She had on a thong bikini bottom; the
back was nothing more than a string running between her firm ass cheeks.
On her small, delicate feet were high-heeled sandals--her toenails screamed
cherry red, and I immediately wanted to suck them. Marie led me through
the main building to a long hallway with rooms on each side. My room was
one of a number of small apartments on the ground floor looking out to the
pool and gardens.
"So what do you think?" she asked, once she had closed the door and we
were alone.
"It's wonderful," I said, taking it all in. There was a king size bed
with blood red satin sheets and a mirror on the ceiling. A Jacuzzi-tub
combination dominated the bath and a huge double-headed shower was next to
it
"Roomy enough for two or more," she said, opening the shower door.
"Sounds tasty," I said.
I went to the sliding glass doors that looked out toward the pool and
opened them to let in the cool, late afternoon breeze. I heard laugher
from the pool area. A group of girls had started a water volley ball game.
"Everyone sounds like they're having so much fun," I said. Then I noticed
there were no curtains. "What about privacy?" I asked.
"No need," Marie said smiling. "Tia likes it that way--breaks down your
inhibitions-it's part of the training." She stood beside me, taking my
hand, intertwining our fingers. "It also makes for some very erotic
evenings."
"What do you mean?" I asked, enjoying the intimacy of her touch and the
fresh flower fragrance of her body so close.
"Well, you can stroll along the walk just outside the apartments at
night and pretty much see everything that goes on inside. And believe me,
a lot goes on." She giggled, squeezing my hand.
"Interesting," I said. I always had a little voyeurism in me and felt a
tingle at the thought of watching the other girls having sex.
"If someone's glass door is closed," Marie said, "you can watch all you
want, but if the door is open, that's an invitation to join in if you
like."
"Do you join in?" I asked.
"Of course, silly," she said with a giggle. "Can you think of anything
more fun than sex?"
I put my finger to my chin, pretending to ponder her question. "How
about sex with chocolate on it?"
"Wow, my kind of girl," Marie said, and we both laughed.
"I can't wait to take an after-dark stroll," I said, feeling my crotch
go moist.
"Yes, but first there's the disco," Marie said.
"Tia mentioned that it was in the basement."
"It's where all the fun begins. Everyone comes ready to party. It gets
pretty wild, especially if we play Lickety Split."
"What's that?"
"Trust me, you don't want to miss it." Then she took both my hands,
saying, "I've got to go check on some of the other new girls."
"You really have to?" I said with a pout, wanting to find out what those
cute little toes tasted like. And all the rest of her too.
"I wish I didn't have to, but it's my job," she said, pulling me to her.
Looking deep into my eyes, she ran the tip of her tongue across my lips.
"I'd much rather stay here and play with you." Then she kissed me softly.
I kissed her back and then said, "Will you be my date at the disco?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," Marie said, lightly pressing her breasts into
mine. "I'll come get you at eight." Then she headed for the door.
My heart raced watching her tight little ass as she walked away-the
string thong hiding nothing. Just before she opened the door, she turned,
struck a sexy pose and hooked a finger under the seam of her bikini.
Pulling it aside, she showed me her saved pussy.
"Here's something for you to think about until tonight, Angela."
I trembled, wanting to rush to her and bury my face between her legs,
tasting what she offered. But before I could she was out the door and
gone. Such a tease!
My knees were weak as I collapsed onto the bed. With the vision of her
beautiful sex in my mind, I plunged my hand into my jeans shoving two
fingers into my wet hole. I pinched my nipple with my other hand,
fingering myself in a frenzy until I rocked with a massive orgasm. As I
opened my eyes, I looked up into the mirror over the bed. Seeing my face
flushed with sex, my back arched, and my hands working furiously, a second
and then a third orgasm swept over me. I couldn't wait to look up at that
mirror later and watch the two of us making love. Just the thought of it
sent me into one more sweet orgasm. Once my chest stopped heaving and my
pussy relaxed its grip on my fingers, I brought them to my mouth. Next to
coming, the best part of masturbating was tasting my cum. I moaned as I
licked off the warm honey. Savoring it for a moment, I slowly swallowed it
into my still-quivering tummy.
With my hand back inside my jeans and two fingers nice and snug up
inside the warmth of my pussy, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep
sleep filled with dreams of fucking Marie.
* * *
When I awoke, I staggered into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I
stayed a long time under the hot water, working my soapy hands between my
legs and over my nipples. I lathered up my ass and put my finger deep
inside getting my rectum squeaky-clean. I adored having it licked and
sucked, and I wanted it perfect for Marie.
After I blow-dried my short black hair, I slipped on a thin cotton
spring dress. It had a low cut top that showed a tiny bit of light brown
areola-the seam rested on my nipples. And it was very short--barely
covering my ass and crotch. I pulled a pair of pink bikini panties out of
my bag and slid them on. They were a size too small and felt good hugging
my pussy and bottom. A thin gold necklace and my high-heeled sandals
finished the job. I stood in front of the mirror smiling at the
results-long neck, bare arms and shoulders, lots of tits, and endless legs
with just a hint of pink lace where they met. I might as well have been
naked-exactly the effect I wanted. If this didn't scream "I wanna fuck",
nothing would.