Kim Sterling and her roommate, Joan Colman, were sitting in their small Washington, D.C., apartment, discussing the ever-popular subject of boys. Life was a big beautiful bubble for the two young girls who were on their own for the first time in their lives. Both girls had recently graduated from high school in the Midwest and had come out to Washington, thrilled at the thought of working in the nation s capital. Joan's uncle, a minor official in the State Department had arranged jobs for the girls in the steno pool before they ever left home. When they arrived, he and Joan's aunt had helped them settle into an apartment he'd located for them near where they were to work.
   Living away from the watchful eyes of their parents for the first time, the youngsters were giddily looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. If the girls were a bit naive about the ways of the big city, they certainly weren't lacking in knowledge of sex. Kim had lost her cherry in a cornfield at the age of thirteen, and Joan had been introduced into the world of cocks when she let the high-school basketball team gang-bang her shortly before her fifteenth birthday.
   The result was that both of them enjoyed fucking and openly admitted it When they first arrived in the capital city, the girls were quickly invited out by the young men who worked for the department. This whirl of parties and men continued until Kim met a young newspaper reporter named Bob Wallace.
   Bob, a big handsome fellow in his late twenties had walked up and introduced himself to Kim one evening when she was at a discotheque with a group of young people. Being only seventeen, Kim thought the big rugged blond was the most sophisticated man she'd ever met. The girl readily gave him her phone number when he asked for it, and was in seventh heaven when he called her a few days later. They went out to dinner and a movie, and Kim hadn't dated anyone but Bob since that night.
   "Is Bob coming over this evening?" Joan asked as the two girls sat sprawled out on a sofa in their apartment.
   "I think so," Kim beamed, throwing back her long blonde hair. "He's not on the night beat this week."
   "He sure works crazy hours," smiled Joan. "That would drive me crazy.
   "That's a reporter's life," Kim giggled. "He's got to meet his deadlines."
   Kim was a beautiful radiant girl with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had a soft, cuddly figure and a pair of big lush tits that she didn't bother to hide with a bra. They always bounced and rolled deliciously under her sweaters and blouses.
   Joan was a slimmer girl with boobs a bit smaller than Kim's, but they thrust out hard and firm, capped with big oversized nipples that always pressed excitingly against the material of her tight clothes. In contrast to Kim's blonde hair, Joan's long dark tresses streamed down to the middle of her back. Both girls knew they had lovely legs and wore short dresses to show them to advantage.
   "Are you getting serious with Bob?" Joan suddenly asked.
   "Not really," she answered. "But he's sure exciting to be with."
   "How?"
   "He knows so many people," Kim smiled. "He's taking me to a press party tomorrow night that will be crawling with important people."
   "Sounds fun," sighed Joan. "Is he a good fuck-partner?"
   "I wouldn't know," Kim admitted. "We've never gone past the kissing stage."
   "Are you shittin' me?"
   "No," giggled Kim. "He seems to treat me like an innocent child."
   "Shit," Joan laughed. "How do you stand it with your horny cunt?"
   "It's tough," sighed the little blonde. "But I do a lot of masturbating."
   "How long can you go without fucking?" her friend asked.
   "I hope to change things tonight," Kim giggled.
   Kim was waiting alone in the apartment when Bob arrived. Wanting to make her pussy as available as possible to the man, she'd made a point not to wear panties under her short little dress.
   The nearness of the girl always excited Bob, and tonight was no exception. She was the loveliest young lady he'd ever met in his life, but he was very much disturbed about their age difference. He hadn't dreamed she was only eighteen when he met her in the discotheque that night. There was nothing in the world he would rather do than ram his cock up the cute little blonde's cunt, but he fully realized that he couldn't take advantage of her innocence.
   "You look like a passionate man," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek as her teasing fingers moved higher up his leg. Pretending to be changing her sitting position, she squirmed around on the sofa until her short skirt was hiked up almost to the top of her soft bare legs.
   "Gee," she whispered, taking his hand in hers as the fingers of her other continued slowly moving up his leg. "You have the smoothest palms for a man.
   "I don't get many calluses from my pencil and typewriter," he grinned.
   "Tell me more about your wife," she said, slowly moving his hand down between her open thighs.
   She felt the dampness of her wet slit as her other hand grasped at the big throbbing prick-bulge in his pants.
   Bob couldn't believe what was happening when the innocent young girl rubbed his finger against her hot slippery cunt. He was even more shocked when she placed her warm little hand on his throbbing cock.
   "Well," she continued as the young man sat in stunned silence. "Was she?"
   "Was.., was she what?" he stammered, trying to gain control of his thoughts.
   "Was your wife as hot and juicy as me?" Kim repeated in a teasing voice.
   "Er… uh… I… I d-don't think so," he stuttered as the young blonde guided the tip of his finger up into the slick hotness of her naughty little twat.
   "I'm glad," she whispered, giving his hard dick a playful squeeze through his pants. "I want you-to think I have the neatest fucking cunt in the world."
   Trembling with a new excitement; he was shocked to hear the sweet young girl use such dirty words. Unable to control himself any longer, Bob thrust the full length of his finger up into the squeezing hotness of her wet young cunt.
   "Ooooooh, honey," she whispered, opening her thighs wider to make her dripping slit more available to his probing finger. "That feels so fucking good."
   Bob couldn't believe what was happening to him, but he knew damned well he didn't want it to stop. In his wildest dreams he hadn't thought Kim could be such a hot little fox.
   "Honey," she excitedly whispered. "Let's go into my bedroom and do naughty things to each other."
   Without waiting for an answer, she took his hand and led him through the door. Standing in front of him by the bed, Kim quickly removed his jacket and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When she'd discarded the garment, she lightly ran her fingers over his big smooth chest, letting them linger teasingly around his sensitive nipples. After sensually caressing his chest, her naughty fingers deliciously moved down over his firm stomach to his navel. Deftly opening the excited man's fly, she dropped his pants, revealing the big bulge of stiff cock throbbing in his shorts. Removing this last and final garment, she took his hard shaft in her hand and began slowly skimming the thick rubbery foreskin back and forth over his steel-hard dick. Smiling at him, she released his cock and slipped out of her brief little dress.
   Bob's eyes traveled from her big cherry-hard nipples and lush round tits down to her luscious golden beaver, tucked between her creamy soft thighs. Under the soft light, her sweet pink cunt-lips glistened with droplets of pussy juice that were bubbling out of her hot swollen little slit.
   Lying on the bed together a few minutes later, Bob Wallace thought he would go crazy with the feel of her soft naked body pressing against his. Kim's lovely moist lips were nibbling on his neck and ear while her feathery-light fingers teasingly slid the foreskin up and down over his iron-hard cock-shaft.
   "D'ya like that?" she whispered, flicking her wet tongue around in his ear.
   "God, yes!" Bob gasped, his big frame trembling with lust.
   Leaning on his elbow, he smiled down at the girl's flushed excited face. "You've sure surprised the hell out of me.
   "Why?" she asked.
   "I didn't think you knew much about sex," was his honest answer.
   "I'll bet you thought girls from the Midwest didn't chum anything but butter," she giggled.
   Covering her soft open mouth with his lips, Bob moved his hand down and slipped his middle finger into her hot little slit.
   "Oh, God," she moaned at the feel of his finger plunging in and out of her hot juicy hole.
   Her hand was flying up and down on his stiff dick as his finger drove noisily in and out of her wet, foamy slit.