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Elizabeth and Anastasia

by Tom Bombadil

(c) Jul 1996

Chapter 6 of 8

Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
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fun reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your 
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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it may not reflect my personal views on any of the activities 
or actions described, nor is it based on any type of real events in my 
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

<<present>> The Manager, Woody, Woody and Joyce
<<past>>    Going steady & buying a negligee, the seduction, 
            the seduction part two

**********************************************************************

<<present>>

When they were getting close to Stacy's, she told Betty that they 
would have to stop in and talk to the manager of the apartment complex 
first.  It wasn't a problem with Betty staying over, but a rule that 
the manager had imposed years ago, and strictly enforced, was that if 
anyone renting or staying in any of the apartments had any type of 
potential family or legal problems, ones that might cause difficulties 
in the buildings, it had to be reported immediately.  Stacy had heard 
of several evictions because of people not reporting problems, but had 
never heard of anyone being evicted because of problems they had 
reported.

"You'll like her.  Don't let her manner fool you, she's a nice lady 
and cares a lot about 'her place', which includes everyone living 
here."

The manager turned out to be a big woman.  At 5'10" she was almost as 
tall as Stacy, but the exact opposite in build.  Stacy was slender, 
almost skinny, lucky to top 125 pounds with her clothes on.  Mrs. 
Jacobs (nobody had heard anything about a Mr. Jacobs) was stout, 
heavily muscled, and big all over.  She looked like she could hoist 
Betty and Stacy over one shoulder and hardly notice it, and since she 
was well over 250 pounds and worked out in the weight room a lot, she 
probably could.  Her hair was dark, laced with grey, pulled back into 
a severe bun, and her face was heavy and thick.  She looked like your 
prototypical Russian factory worker.

"So, you're havin' troubles with daddy, eh?"  This was after Stacy had
gone over the situation.  They were sitting in the office, which was
attached to Mrs. Jacobs' apartment, sitting uncomfortably in those
standardized waiting chairs nobody ever likes.  Mrs. Jacobs was 
sitting in her plush chair behind the desk, of course.

"You movin' in permanent like, or part time?"

"We're not sure yet," explained Stacy.  "She's moving in for at least 
a few days, until I can convince her to move in full time."

"Har har!"  She let loose with a couple of guffaws, startling Betty.
"Don't look like it'll take much convincin'.  You two's is the 
likeliest couple o' roomies I ever seen, an' I seen a few.  I got no 
problem with you bein' here as long as you want.  Problem is, rules is 
rules."

"Number one.  Two in the apartment full time, rent goes up twenty 
bucks.  No big deal, it covers extra wear'n tear.  More'n two weeks is
full time."

"Number two.  Papa.  He don't get into that apartment no how, no way.
If you lets him in, you're out.  Period."

"Number three.  Papa again.  He wants in, you call here first.  
Immediately.  If'n I ain't here, call Woody, the fix-up-man.  If he 
ain't here, call security.  Here's their card.  You can see him if you 
want, but only here in my office, with one of us as witness.  It's 
amazin' how civil peoples gets when there's witnesses.  If'n you don't 
want ta see him, say so.  We'll tell 'im to take a hike."

"Number four.  You tells me if there's changes, like more shit, or you
make up or sumthin'."

"Now, these rules sounds weird, yeah, but they works.  I ain't had a 
single busted room or busted head from people what follows 'em.  It 
makes livin' here a helluva lot easier 'n safer, not havin' ta worry 
about Papa or whomever showin' up whenever.  What you does outside o' 
my place ain't my business.  But if'n you thinks he might be waitin' 
outside, call.  I'll fix him up good."

"Now, if you kin follow the rules, you're welcome, otherwise, you go
elsewhere.  Any problems?"

Betty tried to summarize.  "So, basically, if Dad shows up here, I can
meet him here, or not.  My choice.  Either way, I call you.  Until
we've patched things up, he's not allowed anywhere in the complex 
except this office, and there has to be a witness at all times.  Is 
that about it?"

"You got it.  Us witnesses is real discreet too.  We don't say nuthin'
to no-one.  You kin say anythin' you want, and we only remembers
it in court.  If we hafta."

"I think I can handle that.  If not, I leave, or Stacy gets the boot.
Sounds a little harsh, but okay."

"Good.  Sounds like you need someplace safe for a bit, an' my place is
the safest.  If you two gonna be roomies, remember ta come down and
do the paperwork.  Makes my life easier.  Have fun."

Stacy and Betty left the office, heading for Stacy's.  Before they got 
to the elevator, they were interrupted.

**********************************************************************

<<past>>

Stacy and Betty dated frequently over the next several months, usually
in public, but never overtly showing the attraction they were 
developing for each other.  They had one dessert at Annabella's, and 
Betty talked Robert and Jordan into treating the two of them to a 
fancy dinner at Dominique's.  She introduced Stacy to Joyce, and they 
had a few lunches and dinners as a threesome.  During all that time, 
they never had another serious talk like they'd had a month after 
Christmas.  Betty wouldn't let it happen.

To keep up appearances, Betty also stayed active in the dating circles
at school.  She didn't let any of the guys get past second base 
though.  It didn't feel right, as though she would be cheating on 
Stacy.  Strange.

It was early April when Betty decided to push their relationship a
lot farther.  She was happy with the way it was developing, and was
having a lot of fun, but, with the lack of intimacy for the last few
months, she was feeling very needy.  Time to test the waters, as it 
were.

She took her chance when the two of them were out shopping on a 
Saturday.  Going into the lingerie section of a department store, she 
found what she wanted - an unwitting target (a salesman).  She dragged 
the poor guy over to the negligees  and started going through every 
item in stock, working her way from the 'granny-gowns' to the most 
revealing, most diaphanous, come-get-me wisps of fabric.  She flirted 
and teased, showing no mercy, asking his opinion on each one as she 
held it up in front of her and struck suggestive poses.  Some of the 
better ones she even offered to try on, if he really wanted her too.  
The poor sap was married and tried really hard to keep his composure 
and his job.

Finally relenting, she bought one of the sexier outfits.  On their way
out she called him a sweetie and gave him a peck on the cheek.  Stacy 
was standing on the sidelines through all this, alternately blushing 
and trying to keep from laughing out loud.  She couldn't believe 
Betty.

"What were you doing in there?  That poor guy's gonna have a hard-on 
for a week!"

"It was fun!  Serves him right, working in the lingerie department.
Besides, his wife might appreciate getting some extra attention 
tonight.  He's sure not gonna forget me in a hurry."

"No he isn't.  I've never been so embarrassed in my life, and I was 
only a spectator!  You're shameless!"

"You're learnin'.  I can't wait to try this on!  Let's go."

"Back to your place?"

"No, your place.  I couldn't wear this at home!  Dad would have a 
heart attack!  Maybe even for real, if it looks as good on me as it 
does on the hanger."

"My place?"  Stacy gave Betty a strange look.  "Are you sure?"

"Yep.  Let's do it right, though.  You go get us some wine, and I'll
pick up something for lunch.  We'll have a picnic in your front 
room."

Stacy was learning, slowly, that when Betty was in a mood like this, 
she was after something.  God only knows what, because she never gave 
any clues, but something.  Stacy never could read Betty.  It would be 
Betty's first time in Stacy's apartment.  This made the older girl 
nervous and, though she'd never admit it, excited.  She certainly 
would never let Betty know that the show she just saw made her hornier 
than she'd been in months.  It was almost painful, especially with 
Betty and her delicious body standing so close, yet being so 
untouchable.


Suspecting that Betty wanted this to be a 'special' day, Stacy picked 
up a better wine than she normally would, wincing at the cost.  Betty 
picked up some fresh kaisers, cheeses, crackers, sliced meats, and 
pickles.  They met back at the car and headed for Stacy's.

The trip there was a bit subdued.  Betty tried to keep the
conversation going, and on a light tone, but Stacy was nervous.  There
was some obvious tension in the car.

When the two girls finally arrived, they set out the food and wine on 
the coffee table, adding in the condiments they liked.  After the 
obligatory tour of the place, with the usual 'excuse the mess' 
nonsense, it was time for lunch.  Sitting on the floor on opposite 
sides of the table, enjoying the food and wine, they did little 
talking.

After the food was done, Stacy poured them each another glass of 
wine.

"It's time to see what this thing looks like."  Betty picked up her
package and headed for the bedroom.  On the way, she bent over and
gave Stacy a nice, soft, warm kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

Betty replied as she was closing the door to the bedroom.  "Revenge.  
I've been haunted by that smooch Anastasia gave me for a year now."

Stacy could feel the imprint of those lips burning into her cheek.

**********************************************************************

<<present>>

"Stacy, baby, how ya doin'?"  This guy, this gorgeous hunk, came 
walking up behind them.  Before Betty realized what was happening, 
he'd wrapped one arm around her and one arm around Stacy, and 
proceeded to give Stacy a nice warm smooch on the lips.  It looked 
like she didn't mind a bit.  In fact, it looked like she was enjoying 
it.  A lot.  Then the guy turned and kissed Betty, lightly, on the 
forehead.

"Hi Woody.  Not bad."

Woody was the kind of guy wet dreams are made of.  (Remember him?
from several chapters ago?)  Around 6'4", muscular and well-built 
without being heavy, dark curly hair, big brown eyes, and soft lips 
curled up into a permanent smile.  He looked Mediterranean, possibly 
Greek, but with a finely chiseled profile.  His age was hard to guess, 
but he looked like he'd be in his late twenties.

"So who's this gorgeous lady you're sneaking in here?  Not trying to 
pull a fast one on me, are you?"  This was only the second time Betty 
and Woody had seen each other, the last time being in Betty's place 
close to two years ago.

"Woody, nobody has ever managed to sneak anything past you.  This is 
Elizabeth, Betty to her friends.  She's going to be staying with me 
for a while.  She may have some trouble with her father though.  We've 
spoken with Mrs. Jacobs already, so she can fill you in on the 
details.  How come you're still out and about this time of night?"

"Oh, just shutting down a party in the west block.  They were a bit 
rowdy.  The usual.  So, Betty, if you're going to be here a while, 
you'll have to come over to my place to get better acquainted.  Right, 
Stacy?"

"Oh, of course.  Maybe next week some time."

"Its a date.  Anyway, I've got to run.  See you later."

He gave Betty a peck on the cheek, and Stacy another real kiss, then
sauntered off down the hall, towards the office.

Betty finally found her voice again.  "What just happened?"

"That's Woody.  He's just about the dreamiest hunk on the planet."

"But he was kissing you.  I mean really kissing you.  I remember him
kissing you just like that at my place, when we first met.  Is there 
something going on I should know about?"

"Nah.  Once he's seen you three or four times, you'll get the same
treatment.  He kisses almost every girl in the complex, just to say 
hi.  And he kisses wonderfully.  There are a few ladies, like me, that 
he pays special attention to, but it doesn't seem to be looks or age 
that attracts him.  Hell, when I first got here, I made it perfectly 
clear that I wasn't interested in him.  He knows that.  I think he 
just likes flirting, especially when he feels safe doing it.  It's 
kind of complicated to explain, but he's perfectly safe to be around."

"All right, explain away.  I'm jealous and I want to know what's going
on."

"You sure you want to hear all this right now?"  Betty nodded.

"All right, you asked for it.  Like I said, Woody is one of the 
dreamiest hunks on the planet.  You can see that for yourself.  Not 
only is he gorgeous, but he's a great kisser and a really nice guy.  
He flirts and kisses with every woman in the complex, except for a 
couple of real man-haters.  He's not picky either.  He gives the same 
treatment to everyone, regardless of age or looks.  One of the older 
ladies upstairs almost faints anytime Woody shows up."

"Now, you've received a standing invitation to go to his place, so you 
two can get 'better acquainted'.  As far as I can tell, that's all 
that ever happens in his place.  He's never done anything other than 
talk to or kiss any woman who's gone there.  A few have claimed more, 
but they were famous liars.  He's not married, or at least he acts 
like he's not.  He's never accepted any offers from any woman in the 
place.  And before you ask, he's never accepted any offers from any of 
the guys in the place either."

"This is the strange part.  He has his own apartment here, and he 
keeps it up.  He does his own cooking and cleaning and all that stuff, 
but he never sleeps there.  He always sleeps with Mrs. Jacobs.  In the 
morning he goes back to his place for breakfast.  It's weird.  He's 
not Mr. Jacobs, we know that.  Neither one of them have ever admitted 
to sleeping together either, but they've never hidden it from anyone.  
She's never said anything about what he does in public, even when he 
does it right in front of her.  Hell, he gives her the same 
treatment!  You've met Mrs. Jacobs.  Can you picture the two of them 
as a couple?"

Betty had to laugh at the picture.  She could see Woody gracing the
pages of Playgirl or Cosmo.  See them as a couple?  It seemed 
ludicrous.

"Stace, Woody looks like he could probably pick any woman he wanted.  
Christ, he could probably pick three or four and they'd all go for 
it.  What's he doing with Mrs. Jacobs?"

"Well, Betty, there's at least a dozen different ladies here, all 
chasing after Woody, wanting to know the answer to that question.  If 
you find out, you could probably make a bundle."

By this time, they were at Stacy's door.  Unlocking it and ushering
Betty inside, she locked it again behind her.  Turning around, she was
hit with a big kiss.

**********************************************************************

<<past>>

Betty spent a long time in the bedroom, looking things over, changing
slowly.  She was trying to absorb the feeling of this room, Stacy's
most private sanctuary.  It was quite feminine, as expected, but also
a little messy.  Not dirty, but with things left lying around.  There
were two pictures on the wall, one of an older man, one of an older 
woman.  She assumed they were Stacy's parents.  The centerpiece of the 
room, what gave it character, were the crossed ostrich feathers on the
wall over the queen-sized bed.

Stacy probably expected her to model this risque and revealing 
negligee while wearing her bra and panties.  She was in for a real 
surprise.  This situation was what Betty had been hoping for, a way to 
get Stacy cornered, relaxed, and horny.  That act in the store had 
been very embarrassing, but it had also been exciting and quite a 
turn-on.  It would have been worth it if it got Stacy as worked up as 
she was.

This was it.  She could chicken out or go through with her plan.  The
scared part of her said she was making a big mistake, forget it.
The other part was more insistent - 'If you don't go through with
this now, you may never have the courage to do it again.  It's a
question of what you want.  Do you want Stacy as a friend, or as a 
lover.  Are you having second thoughts on that choice you made a year
ago?'

Finally she was ready.  Opening the door, she stood back out of sight
for a few seconds, just to build a little suspense.  Stepping into 
view, she leaned against the doorway, one hand stretched up over her 
head, looking very seductive and sultry.  She was feeling nervous, 
excited, and sexy.  She couldn't help it, knowing she looked real 
hot.  Knowing Stacy would think she was hot.

Stacy, sitting on the couch, looked over her shoulder when the door 
opened.  She watched Betty step out into the doorway and stared.  Her 
mouth went dry, her nipples got tight, and her pussy tingled.  It had 
been a long time since her last bedmate, and the sight before her was
like an oasis after a month lost in the desert.

Betty looked warm, tender, and juicy.  Now standing 5'6", she'd grown
a little since last year.  Her breasts were now a large B or small C.
Her hips had widened a little, giving her a more pronounced figure.  
The little bit of baby fat she once had was now gone.  She was still 
slender, but had more of a model's figure than a girl's.  Her face, 
framed by her long, chestnut brown hair, was beautiful.  An elfin 
face, delicate, fine-boned, with large, expressive, light-brown eyes, 
skin lightly tanned, mouth small, with pouting red lips slightly 
parted, now soft and moist.

All she wore was her slight smile, a touch of makeup, and the 
nightgown.  And barely that.   It was a soft, powder-blue colour, 
mostly transparent, with two shoulder straps to hold it up.  The 
straps widened out into enough fabric to cover her breasts, but was so 
sheer you could not only see her nipples, you could just make out the 
lighter patches of her bikini tan.  The neckline was modest, but the 
back was not.  It left a bare expanse of flesh ending in a point just 
at the small of her back.  It was cut to accentuate the length of her 
arms, legs, and neck, making her appear taller and even more willowy 
than she already was.  The hemline, if you could call it that, was set 
three or four inches below the bottom of her crotch, and was flared, 
giving it a distinct ripple and bounce when she walked.  Any skin 
touching the fabric showed through clearly, and that was a lot of 
skin.  You could even see a shadowy patch at the V of her legs.

Betty sashayed into the room, swinging her hips a little, showing 
glimpses of thigh and ass with each movement.  Walking to the center 
of the room, the brunette turned to present front, back, and both 
profiles, to Stacy.

Raising her arms above her head, and giving a final pirouette to 
complete her display, pulled up the nightgown, with the twirl 
causing the hem to flair and rise.  Stacy gasped at this display of 
flesh.  She could see the bottom of Betty's ass, her thighs, and her 
complete pussy, shaved bare except for a small triangle of hair at the 
top of her mound.  She almost whined.  This beautiful temptation in 
front of her was just about too much to bear.  It had been soooo 
long.

Betty watched and saw the effect she was having on the older girl.
There was no denying the desire and the arousal.  There was a flush
on her chest, rising to her neck, her tongue darting out to wet her 
lips.  One hand was unconsciously moving towards her crotch, and the 
other was hugging her breasts.  That was an erotic sight.

She herself was getting more excited, especially with the illicit 
thrill of displaying herself wantonly to another woman.  Her nipples 
were like small stones, and she could feel the heat and damp radiating 
from her pussy.  God, she was horny.

"Well, what do you think?  Will it drive 'em wild?"

Stacy took a deep breath, then tightened and loosened her entire 
body.

"Looking like that, you'll drive all of 'em wild, whomever those lucky 
folks are.  You are guaranteed to turn on anyone you show that to."

"Thank you.  I thought it looked pretty good."

"I think what's in it makes it look good."

Betty took a gulp of her wine.

**********************************************************************

<<present>>

"Mmmmm.  Nice.  I've missed you a lot."

Betty had to ask.  "How much did you miss me?"

"Let's just say bathtime wasn't the same, and it was very hard to get 
to sleep.  I know it wasn't much different than before, but not 
knowing if I'd see you again made me really miss those times we did 
have.  God, this sounds like a dimestore novel, but it's true.  I love 
you, Little Blossom, and don't ever want to lose you."
 
"Well, Stace, now that you've admitted it, you're stuck with me.
They'd hafta chain me up and drag me away.  I love you, and I'm not
going to leave you.  Period."

"Mmmm"  They shared another kiss.  "Lets go have a shower and make up
for lost time.  Then lets go to bed and show each other how happy we
are to be together."

"Now I know you've been reading too many of those cheesy novels, but 
it sounds like fun.  I'm really tired, but a shower and cuddling would 
be wonderful."

"We'd better see to your face, too.  It doesn't look nearly as bad as
it did, but some ointment for the sting and the swelling couldn't 
hurt.  C'mon, let's go get wet."


**********************************************************************

<<past>>

"Do you really think it makes me look sexy?"

"Betty, it makes you look irresistible."

"Thank you."

She struck a few more seductive poses for Stacy while moving around
the room.  Topping up Stacy's wineglass, she handed it to her.  Taking
her own glass, she drained it and put it back on the table.

Sitting on the couch beside the older girl, Betty turned and lay down, 
putting her head in Stacy's lap.  Sighing, she shut her eyes and 
stretched her arms out over her head.

Lying like that, her eyes closed, just resting for a while, she was
very much aware of the feel of Stacy's body, her thighs and belly
touching her through their clothes, the warmth feeling good.  There
was also a lot of tension in them both, something she was hoping the
extra wine would help with.  She was sure Stacy could feel the 
hammering of her heart.

"Betty, what are you doing?"

She ignored that question and just lay there, doing and saying 
nothing.  Even without looking, she knew Stacy was devouring her with 
her eyes.  She could feel it, from her toes to her scalp, but 
especially on her breasts and bared pussy.  Finally Stacy's arm, the 
one not holding the wine glass, touched, and then rested on, her 
middle.  It was carefully placed, arm running up and across, and hand 
curling around to hold the other side, seemingly by accident, not 
touching anything that could be considered private.  It was an 
electric touch, the first one Betty considered truly sexual from the 
older girl.  She could now smell the arousal emanating from Stacy's 
pussy, right through her jeans.

That arm and hand, at first tentative, finally relaxed when there was
no sign of resistance or refusal.  Eventually the hand even started
very light, slow, almost unnoticeable caresses of her skin.

Betty was trying to figure out why Stacy, being the experienced older
woman, was being so slow and shy touching this body being thrust 
so shamelessly at her.  Was she afraid?  Was she hiding something?
Time to find out what she wanted to know.

"Anastasia, why haven't you taken another lover?  You've had lots of
opportunities, and lots of offers."

She heard Stacy sigh, and felt her take a gulp of her wine.

"Elizabeth, you are a most difficult person to deal with.  I thought I
knew what you were planning, what you were after, and then you come 
out with something like today and a question like that."

Neither spoke for a minute, Stacy lost in thought, Betty waiting for 
an answer.

"Anastasia, I asked you before, months ago, and you wouldn't tell me.  
Now I'm asking again.  Why haven't you taken another lover?"

Another sigh, and another gulp of wine.

"It's a very difficult, very personal question.  I don't know if I 
should answer it or not.  Especially to you.  But, I think you deserve 
an explanation."

"When you and I split, oh-so-long-ago, you shook up my nice little 
self.  I'd had no idea what I was doing to myself and my lovers.  It 
was rare for me to stick with one for more than a few months, because 
none of them could satisfy me completely, either physically or as an 
intimate friend.  After your speech, I knew there was an explanation.  
It was the fact that I picked lovers for one reason or another, never 
getting one that was just right.  Either I was impatient or was 
looking for the wrong thing at the wrong time.  Ever since, I've been 
looking very carefully at anyone making an approach, feeling how both 
my body and my heart responded, and checking to see if they had any 
real feelings for me.  None met those standards."

"Did you really give any of them a chance?"

"Two, for a time.  I dated each of them for a month before deciding 
they just weren't right for me.  It has been difficult."

Betty knew that Stacy was still being evasive, hiding something.  The
answer she gave didn't match the nervousness of her voice, or the
quivering in her stomach.

"I'm sure some of them were really nice.  Why weren't they good
enough for you?"

Stacy squirmed a bit, seemingly uncomfortable.

"That's not it at all.  Some were genuinely good people.  It just 
didn't seem right with any of them.  The feelings I got weren't the 
ones I was looking for.  All right?"

Betty let that hang in the air for a couple of minutes.

"Now what's the real reason?"

"Dammit Betty!  I didn't want any of them because they weren't you!
There!  Are you satisfied?  Have I humiliated myself enough yet?"

They sat there for a couple of minutes, Betty relaxing, Stacy visibly 
upset and embarrassed.  Her tension was apparent in the taught muscles 
of her belly and thighs, and the rigid feel of her arm.

"I think I like that answer."

She could feel the tension drain out of Stacy.  A few seconds later, 
that hand at her waist started it's slow caress again, filling her 
with a soft, warm glow.  Smiling inwardly, she decided to ask the 
other question, the one that would determine if they had a future 
together.  

"Anastasia?"

"Yes?"

"If we were lovers, would you ever cheat on me?"

That caressing hand stopped dead.  There was a pause as Stacy 
collected her jaw from the floor.

"Am I supposed to answer that truthfully, or should I be giving you 
the standard line about me always being faithful and true.  Because if 
you want a real answer, you're going to have to tell me what you mean 
by cheating."

"Cheating.  It could be a physical relationship with another person.
It could also be an intense emotional relationship with another 
person.  In either case, it's usually without the partner's 
knowledge."

"If that's what you mean by cheating, no I would not cheat on you.  I
am a monogamous person.  I was before, too, but only in the physical
sense.  You're pretty hard on a simple soul like myself, you know."

Her hand began it's massage again, only a little higher.  Occasionally
Betty could feel it brushing the bottom of her breast.  Her nipples
responded to this, tightening and lengthening noticeably.  Not 
watching Stacy's eyes made it difficult to tell if she'd noticed or 
not.  Betty would bet money that Stacy noticed.  

She liked the answers Stacy gave.  They had a ring of truth about 
them.  Now she could relax and enjoy whatever happened.  Picking up 
from the middle of Stacy's last sentence, she continued.

"I guess I am hard.  And demanding.  And inscrutable.  And pushy.  And 
devious.  And pretty.  And shameless.  And sometimes without couth or 
tact."  She took a deep breath and sighed.  "And monogamous.  And 
without a boyfriend.  Or lover.  Have I missed anything?"

"How about beautiful and sexy?"

"All right, I'll take those.  Oh, one more.  And horny."

"Shameless is right."

Now Stacy began a wonderful massage of Betty's breasts, fondling and
stroking each in turn, brushing over the nipples, teasing them.  At 
the first feathery touch on her nipple, Betty gasped.  Delightful 
little shocks ran back and forth between her nipples and her groin.

"Anastasia?"

"Is this another question?"

"Yes."

"I'm beginning to dread these questions of yours, but okay, go ahead
and ask."

"Weeeellll, I know I'm a beginner at this, but aren't you supposed to
kiss me right about now?"

"Is this what you really want?"

"I think so.  I won't know for sure until afterwards, but I need to
try."

It took some time, but eventually Betty felt the faintest of touches
on her lips.

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<<present>>

The next morning, around eleven, Joyce buzzed up.  Betty was still
getting ready, so Stacy let her in.  After the hello's and a few last
minute touch-ups, everyone was ready to go.  When they got off the
elevator, Woody found them again.

"Stacy, Betty, how'ya doin?"  He wrapped an arm around each of them,
and gave Stacy a nice smooch on the lips.  He was about to give
Betty a peck on her cheek when she turned and met him lip to lip.
He *was* a very good kisser.  When he finished, she felt a little 
light-headed, and kind of fuzzy all over.  Then he spotted Joyce.

"Joyce, cupcake, you're back!"  He picked her up in a warm embrace.  
They kissed for what seemed like hours, with Joyce's arms wrapped 
around Woody's neck.  Betty was more than a little shocked at this.  
Then again, so was Stacy.

Finally, pulling back, Joyce spoke.  "Woody, you nasty tease you.  
Here you are, getting me all worked up, and you're not going to do a 
damn thing about it, are you.  You are a horrid bastard."  She said 
the last with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

"That's me all right."  Then, in a loud, conspiratorial whisper that
everyone could hear, "Next time, make sure there aren't any 
witnesses, and I'll give you a real kiss."  With that, he gave her a 
peck on the nose and walked off, whistling to himself.

Betty couldn't help herself.  "Well Joyce, what gives?  That certainly 
didn't seem like the Woody I heard about.  You apparently know him 
better than Stacy does!"

"Yeah, Joyce.  I've seen him kiss like that a few times, but only 
with long-timers, people he's known for ages.  He's certainly never 
kissed me like that, and I've known him for over two years!  Time to 
come clean and let us in on the dirt.  What's the scoop?"

Joyce let out a little "hrmph" as she straightened out her clothes 
and hair.  "Can't a girl have any secrets?"  After receiving two hard 
stares, she decided to come clean.  "Actually, this is the second 
time we've met.  The first time was earlier in the week when I came 
up to meet you, Stacy.  He met me at the front entrance and guided me 
to your door.  Then he snuck in a smooch on my cheek as he was 
turning to go."

"I wasn't going to let him get away with that!  I grabbed his shirt 
and pulled him back.  I know, I know.  If he'd wanted to get away, he 
could have just kept walking.  He turned around with a sheepish grin 
on his face, looking like he was about to apologize.  I cut him off."

"'Look mister, I don't know what sort of stunts you're used to pulling
around here, but I'm not going to let you get away with that.  No 
way!  You don't just grab a little smooch and run off, not with me 
anyway.  If you want a kiss, you damn well better do it right, or 
you're in big trouble.'  I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down 
to my level.  Oooo, can that man kiss.  My toes were curling!  Hey, 
don't look at me like that.  I don't get many of those at my age.  
I'll take anything I can get."  With that, she threw her head back a 
bit, blushed (believe it or not), and headed for the door.

Betty and Stacy looked at each other and grinned.  Still smiling, they
followed Joyce out the door.

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<<End of chapter 6>>

Next chapter
<<present>> Shopping and finances, modelling clothes
<<past>>    Betty's fulfillment, Stacy's turn the next morning

Author's Note:

I know, I know.  'Couth' isn't a real word, at least not in the 
spellchecker or any of my dictionaries.  People do use it.  Of course, 
I couldn't find 'neato' either.


Editor's Note:

'Couth' IS in MY dictionary.  And so is 'neat-o'.

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