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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 16b (M/F) (384 lines)
January 19, 1998

This is about the 21st section (I may have lost count because of split-chapter
uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue.  This chapter is
divided into three parts purely for upload purposes.  Please put them
together.  There's only one (1) chapter 16!

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  There is an addendum, however.  This book contains a
PLOT!  Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's
gray cells.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 16b

"What do you mean, why did I do it?  You and Tommy were in trouble and needed
help.  I helped.  Big deal."

Cindy pursued it, "The Mafia connection, Miss Smith.  You've heard of the
Mafia.  It's an organization that runs things.  Why did you do it?  You are
the straightest straight arrow alive!  I think you're incapable of doing
anything dishonest.  Why?"

"Do you mind if I call you Cindy?" Kathy asked.

The girl smiled and said, "Not at all.  I love the name, even if Tommy and I
are the only ones who do.  I would love it!"

Kathy continued.  "Where are you in school?"

"I graduated from Rosemont College last June."

"How about Tommy?"

"He graduated from Lafayette College three years ago."  Cindy was puzzled at
the line of questioning.

"What have you been doing since graduation?"

"I loafed during the summer.  Now I'm involved in the Junior League on the
Main Line.  And I'm getting ready for the wedding, of course."

"When is the wedding?"

"In June... in just two months!"

"Do you like Tommy?"  Kathy chose her words with care.

"No, Miss Smith."  Cindy replied coldly, "I don't 'like' Tommy!  I love him!
I adore him, perhaps...  But no, Miss Smith, I don't just like him."

Before she could move, Kathy had the younger girl in her arms.  "I'm sorry.
That was nasty of me.  I had to know and you answered my question."  By this
time the girls had finished their meal.  "Cindy, I may shock you.  I am dying
for a swim, but I don't wear a suit in the pool, so I hope you don't mind
being around a naked woman.  You probably wouldn't care to, but you're welcome
to join me."  With that Kathy went to her room, stripped off her clothes and
stepped into her shower.  She was interested to hear the sound of the shower
running next door as well.  She stepped out of the shower dripping and made
for the pool.  The April day was glorious with the temperature in the eighties
with low humidity.

Then she saw Cindy emerge from her bathroom, also dripping from the shower and
also nude.  Kathy could see that the younger girl was quite tentative, like a
young bird just trying its wings.  Kathy dove in and stroked back and forth.
She heard the other girl hit the water an instant later.  They continued
swimming laps companionably until Kathy pulled herself from the pool with
Cindy following.  Kathy dragged up two mats.  As she did, she could feel the
younger girl's eyes following her as she moved.  When they were settled on the
mats, Kathy asked, "Do you approve?"

Cindy jumped.  "Approve of what?"

"Me.  I could feel you studying me.  What do you think?"

Cindy smiled and relaxed.  "I think you are the most beautiful district
attorney in the country, is what I think.  No wonder you don't wear clothes!
I would never wear clothes, either, if my body was like yours!"

Kathy grinned, "Well, it just goes to show you.  If you fish for compliments
long enough, you'll eventually get one.  Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment, it's the truth!  Just look at me and look at you.
I didn't think I was too bad, but compared to you I'm ugly!"

Kathy accepted the invitation and studied the girl.  She was about five feet
three.  Kathy guessed her weight at less than 110.  Her face was oval with
sensuous lips.  Her breasts were proportion ately fuller than Kathy's giving
way to a small waist with very trim hips and beautiful legs.  Her hair was
light brown and -- judging by her pubic hair which was a slightly darker shade
-- it was her natural color.  Her body was lightly tanned with the tan
accentuated by the white strips across her breasts and loins.

Kathy got up and returned a moment later with tanning lotion.  "If you're
going to lie in the sun like this, you'd better use some.  It's obvious you
never lie in the sun nude and, believe me, you can burn in a hurry."  She
grinned at Cindy, "You better believe it's embarrassing when you can't sit
down because you fried your ass and your breasts are jiggling like Jell-O
because you can't possibly wear a bra!"  Cindy took the lotion and started
spreading it on her breasts and loins.  When she rolled over, Kathy applied it
to her bottom which was trim and firm.  Cindy started laughing.  The laughter
grew in intensity as Kathy looked at her.  "What's so funny?" she asked,
puzzled.

Cindy rolled over on her side to face Kathy.  "I was thinking about what you
said.  The more I thought about it, the funnier it seemed!  I can just see
myself with fried boobs!  And they would wiggle like Jell-O!  I'm bigger than
you, Kathy, but not nearly as firm."

She made a startled face.  "What was that?" Kathy asked.

"That was Tommy squeezing one of my burned buns!  He's an ass man.  At least
that's what he says.  Whenever he thinks he can get away with it, he takes my
buns in his hand and gives a gentle squeeze."

"What do you do when he does it?" Kathy asked.

"Well, the first time he did it I slapped his face hard and started to cry.
Then I progressed to slapping his hand away.  Now..."

"Now, what?"

"Now, I just melt!  Kathy, I'm awful, but I do.  I try to move his hand away
because... because..."

Kathy looked at her with understanding and said, "Because you feel that if he
doesn't take his hand away you're going to melt.  Your loins are on fire.
Everything is getting wet.  If he doesn't move his hand you're going to want
more..."

"You know!  Oh God, Kathy, I want him so...  I just want him inside so badly
it hurts!  I'm on fire here," she placed her hand on her crotch.

Kathy could tell she was feeling the sensation as they spoke.  She said
softly, "Your cunt's on fire."

Cindy's eyes widened for an instant, then relaxed.  She lay on her back with
her right hand still over her moist slit.  "My cunt's on fire..."  She went
back up on her elbow.  "I said it!  It's true: my cunt's on fire."  Kathy lay
back to soak up the sun.  The two girls slept.

Kathy awakened the sleeping girl at four o'clock.  Several times while Cindy
slept, Kathy had applied more lotion to her breasts and loins.  Cindy was
still half asleep as Kathy led her into her oversized shower.  They showered
and soaped and rinsed.  At that point when Kathy cut the hot water, the shower
was suddenly ice cold.  Cindy jumped and squealed.  Then she just turned in
the sprays, seemingly oblivious to the goose bumps that appeared all over her
body.  Kathy turned off the shower, gave Cindy a towel and took one herself.
After toweling off her body and towel-drying her hair, she ran a comb through
it and left the bath.  She noticed that Cindy had put down the towel,
reentered the shower and shampooed and conditioned her hair, too.

Kathy was sitting in the library cross-legged watching the evening news when
Cindy padded in and joined her.  Kathy had made herself a martini and had left
the pitcher at the bar.  There was no mention of the rape arrest.  It was what
Kathy had been watching for.  She turned off the television set.  "I made
myself a Beefeater martini.  There's more in the pitcher, but I have almost
anything else."

"May I try one, please?"  I've never had the nerve before.  I had to wash my
hair.  After the day in jail yesterday I would like to be skinned to get rid
of that... that..."

Kathy held her tightly.  "It's over.  Don't think about it.  Think about your
wedding!"  She released the girl and went to the bar.  She returned with the
drink and raised it in a toast, "To you and Tommy: Long life, love and
happiness."

Cindy blushed.  "Thank you, Kathy."  She took a sip of the martini and beamed.
"I like it!  It's good."

"And they can be lethal," Kathy added.  "I think it's a better drink than what
I see a lot of girls ordering today, though.  I'm talking about those
alcoholic milk shakes with every possible mixture of strange cordials.  Some
of them taste pretty good but you have no sense of the alcohol content in what
you're drinking.  With the strange mixtures, it can be a good formula for
getting sick, passing out or both."  When Kathy went into the kitchen to
prepare steaks for dinner, Cindy followed with her drink.  Kathy said she
needed no help, so she sat down and watched the preparations.

"You are a strange and wonderful person, Katherine Smith.  You don't normally
wear clothes in your apartment, do you?"

Kathy looked over at the girl, startled.  "You're very perceptive, Cindy.  How
did you know?"

Cindy smiled fondly at this tall girl who had become her friend.  "Two
reasons.  First, you move so naturally around the apartment.  You are not only
unconcerned about your nakedness, you're unaware of it.  Secondly, the
furnishings -- I love your taste, by the way -- feel good on my bare skin.  I
figured they were chosen with that in mind.  I was serious, earlier.  You have
a perfect female body.  Not a good figure, not good boobs, not pretty:
Perfect, as in perfection!"

"Cindy, how do you feel, by the way.  I put more lotion on you while you
slept.  Are you okay?"

Cindy put a finger on a breast and pushed.  The finger mark indicated that the
breast had received sun, but was not burned.  "I'm fine," she said and started
to laugh, "I wonder what fried boobs would taste like?  Speaking of which, I'm
ready to eat a horse.  Will we be ready to eat soon?"

For reasons she could not explain even to herself, Kathy served the dinner in
the dining room.  The meal was served on fine china and eaten with sterling
tableware.  She dimmed the lights and they ate by candlelight.  When dinner
was finished, she served coffee and cognac.  "That was exquisite, Kathy.  Is
there anything you can't do well?  And may I see your pistol I heard so much
about on the news?"  Kathy returned with her purse-holster.  She withdrew the
gun, unloaded it and passed it to Cindy.  The girl studied it with care, Kathy
noticed, not as if it were some form of snake and passed it back after deftly
flipping it to pass it butt first.  "It's a nice weapon.  You used this to
burn three men with five shots.  Utterly incredible!"

"You're familiar with firearms, I see," said Kathy.  "Frankly, I'm surprised."

Cindy grinned, "Shh!  For God's sake, don't tell my father!  He would
absolutely freak out! *His* daughter handle a .38?  The idea!  The fact is,
Kathy, I like to shoot.  You know, I'm really looking forward to being
married.  Tommy's different.  I don't think he would particularly like me to
handle guns, but he would go along if there were a reason.  It's like the sun.
My father would freak out over tanned boobs!  With Tommy, it would depend how
they looked.  I like yours, Kathy.  They look so much... so much healthier
when they're not pasty-white like mine.  Do you mind if I try to tan mine?"

"Of course not!  In fact, I'm flattered, I guess."  Kathy refilled the coffee
cups and cognac glasses, and sat down again.  "Cindy, do you feel like
talking?"

"Of course," she replied.  "About what?"

"About what you were doing in that dump yesterday with Tommy."

She could see the younger girl start to tense and then relax.  Cindy smiled,
"You are a master of psychology, too, whether you know it or not.  You ask
*the* sensitive question!  But first, we swam God knows how many laps.  That's
a great pool for swimming, by the way.  Then we soak up the sun, have a
magnificent dinner eaten while we're still nude, then have a couple of cognacs
that taste like ambrosia.  Now how in hell can I say 'I can't talk about that:
It's too personal.'?  The fact is, Kathy, Tommy was trying to help me lose my
virginity!"  The statement was made defiantly with a toss of her head.  Her
eyes were bright as she watched for a shocked reaction from Kathy.

There was no reaction, as Kathy continued to swirl her cognac in its snifter.
She looked up and said softly, "The way you say that, I gather it didn't
work?"

"No, damn it, it didn't!"  Cindy suddenly started to cry.  "Why me, for God's
sake!?  Every girl I know lost hers at age fifteen.  Or at least it sounds
that way.  In the dorm at school these dumb bitches lie around in bra and
panties and talk about how wonderful it was when Charley stuffed them or
something stupid."  She looked up at Kathy forlornly, "That's unfair and
unkind.  They're nice girls, really.  It's just that I'm so jealous!  Every
time I hear this stuff, I get upset.  Kathy, I have a very strong hymen.  The
damn thing just won't rupture.  I'm pleased, really, that I'm a virgin for
Tommy.  I want to pop it but it hurts so damned much.  Then I had to watch
that tape with that obscene man, Hannigan.  We watched the tape of me and
Tommy in bed together.  That shit was creaming in his pants... and he made me
watch it, too, the bastard.  I feel dirty, thinking about it.  What can I do,
Kathy?  Tommy's sex is so long and massive!  I want it inside me desperately
but when we tried, the pain nearly killed me!  Kathy, I'm like a girl dying of
thirst, inches away from a crystal-clear lake, stopped by this awful membrane
that I can't penetrate."  The poor girl started to cry like her heart would
break, "Kathy, please help me!  Please!"

Kathy held her until the sobs quieted down.  Finally she said, "You're
serious, aren't you?"

Cindy's head jerked up, with her eyes lighting with hope, "Can you?  Could you
help me..."

Kathy stood up from the table and asked, "Would right now be soon enough?"

Cindy jumped up, "Last year wouldn't be soon enough!  Let's do it!"

Kathy led her into the exercise room and had her lie on her back on the
massage table with her legs spread wide.  Kathy went to a cabinet, put on a
pair of sterile surgical gloves and took out a scalpel and a supply of
surgical cotton.  She returned to the table.  "Cindy, you know what's going to
happen.  I'm going to need your help as much as possible.  Open yourself as
wide as you possibly can."  Cindy spread her thighs wide apart to open herself
and used her fingers to open her vagina as wide as she could.  Kathy inserted
her fingers with the scalpel tip exposed.  She encountered the expected
resistance, made a slit and withdrew.  "You can put your legs down now, Cindy"

Cindy was crestfallen.  "I was all ready.  What went wrong?"  She looked like
she was ready to cry again.

"Nothing went wrong.  It's done.  See."  She showed Cindy the blood on the
cotton.

Cindy's eyes got as big as saucers.  "That's all there is?  It can't be.  I
didn't feel a thing.  With Tommy it's like my insides are being torn out.
Why?"

"Honey, it's the difference between a scalpel tip and a male member.  The
scalpel just cuts.  The member, in conditions like yours, batters."  Cindy
still looked skeptical.  Kathy went off and came back with a vibrator that
looked like a combination of a male sex organ and a flashlight.  Cindy was
sitting on the table cross-legged watching with fascination as Kathy assembled
her gear.

 "Here," said Kathy, "Do something productive.  Put this condom over the
head."

It was obvious in an instant that the girl had even less experience with
condoms than she did with male sex organs.  Notwithstanding, she did it.  She
unwrapped the condom and examined it carefully.  She looked up at Kathy and
smiled brightly, "Do you charge for educational services?  This is wild!
Whenever I'm with Tommy, we're both so hot and anxious for something to happen
that nothing good ever does.  Here I'm relaxed, the light is good and most of
all, Kathy, you don't treat me like I'm a little fool.  Kathy, this is the way
it unrolls, isn't it?"  She showed the condom to Kathy who nodded.  The girl
looked so proud as it neatly rolled down the imitation organ.  "What now," she
asked.

"Now you put K-Y over it and put it into your vagina.  You haven't got all
sexed up so you're probably very dry inside."

Once again the girl approached the task with great seriousness, smearing K-Y
jelly over the condom and then putting as much of the lubricant into her
vagina as she could.  "Now what?"

Kathy grinned and then laughed.  "Now you insert imitation male member (A),
into real Cynthia Agnelli's vagina (B)."  Cindy grinned, and carefully started
to insert.  Since she had spread the lubricant generously, the fake slid in
easily to its handle.

Cindy asked earnestly, "What do I do now?"

Kathy could no longer control herself.  She started to laugh and her laughter
continued and increased in intensity to the point she could no longer even
stand.  Tears of laughter started to roll down her cheeks.  Cindy lay on the
table with her thighs spread wide looking bewildered.  She obviously didn't
understand.  Finally Kathy regained control.  "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't
help myself.  Look at your cunt, Cindy.  What do you see?

Cindy quickly extracted the device, then she, too, started to howl with
laughter.  She was laughing so hard Kathy had to catch her to keep her from
rolling off the table and falling to the floor.  The girls returned to the
apartment still laughing.  They went back to the dining table where Kathy
poured more cognac and coffee.  "Kathy, how did you do it?  You kept a
straight face for so long while this hopeless idiot has an imitation cock all
the way up her cunt and wonders what to do next.  My God, it's like that
Polish sex manual that reads (1) Insert, (2) Withdraw, (3) Repeat, if
necessary.  I'm so sorry, Kathy!"

"I thought it was so cute!" Kathy exclaimed.  "You are such a sweet girl,
Cindy.  You're a virgin who doesn't want to be one.  You're going to your
husband untouched.  Yet, it's so obvious that you have physical needs that you
desperately need to satisfy.  I think you two will do just fine.  By the way,
before I forget, Cindy, you don't have to worry about that tape you were
forced to watch.  I got a call today at the office from Sergeant Tucker, the
officer who led the raid.  He personally destroyed it.  It won't come back to
haunt you.  But there's one question that's been bothering me.  Why, in the
name of God, did you go to that rat-hole with Tommy?  You are a girl with
exquisite taste, and I would expect everything in that damn place to crawl
away.  Why there?

"But Kathy," Cindy wailed, "we're not married yet!  We won't be for two whole
months!

"You travel a lot don't you, Cindy?"  The girl nodded.  "Have you ever checked
in at a hotel by yourself?"  The girl shook her head.  "Has Tommy?"

Cindy looked puzzled, but said, "I don't really think so.  He's supposed to do
some traveling on business, but he hasn't yet.  I guess he travels pretty much
like I do.  Why?"

"Cindy," Kathy replied, "I love you!  Please don't lose that lovely innocence.
But Hon, what do you think happens when you and Tommy check in to a hotel?  Do
you think they ask to see your marriage license?  Cindy, they really don't!
They couldn't care less, and if they *did* care they wouldn't do anything for
fear of being sued.  All they really care about is being paid.  Honey, Tommy
could register, 'Thomas Donetti and friend', and as long as his credit card is
accepted by their machine, you're in!"

Cindy's reaction took Kathy by surprise.  "Do you mean to tell me that after
Tommy and I get married, he could take any bimbo off the street into his
hotel?  That's not fair!  I'll... I'll... I'll make him wear a chastity belt,
that's what I'll do!"  Then Cindy looked up and smiled forlornly.  "Kathy
Smith, do you mean to say Tommy and I could have just walked in off the street
and had a suite at the Omni?  With room service.... and champagne... and
breakfast in bed...?"  Cindy jumped out of her chair and started pacing the
floor.  "I'll kill him!  I'll castrate him!  I'll never speak to him again...
Kathy, it's not right!  Men are supposed to know how to do those things!
After what he put me through..."

"I think it's wonderful, Cindy," Kathy interjected quietly.

Cindy stopped short and wheeled on Kathy, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Kathy replied, "that Tommy hasn't been shacking up with every bimbo
he could get his hands on.  If he had been, he'd know what to do.  And Cindy,
Tommy is a *very* handsome man.  He could have dozens, and we both know it!"

"Kathy Smith, you're some kind of wonderful person, you know that?  I'm a
dimwit for not thinking of that.  You mean while I've been so hung up on being
a virgin, Tommy's been waiting for years, too?"

Kathy asked, "How long have you two been going out together?"

"Eons!  My God, I can't remember the first time.  Kathy, you know about the
family connection.  Well, our families have been talking about it for as long
as I can remember.  I live in Bryn Mawr, and Tommy went to Lafayette which is
just up in Easton, so we could be close.  When I was at Rosemont, poor Tommy
was practically commuting from Norfolk.  And all this time...  Of course!...
Oh, the poor dear!"  Cindy took Kathy in her arms and kissed her.  "Thank you,
Kathy.  I've been such an idiot!"

The next day was a repeat of the first, except it lasted longer.  The weather
was holding so they swam, soaked up the sun, swam some more and just relaxed.
That evening, Kathy called Tommy.  He picked up anxiously on the first ring.
"Tommy, this is Kathy.  How are you?"

"I'm fine, Kathy.  I even have my skin.  How... how's Cindy?"

"Aside from being madly in love with you, she's fine.  Why?"

"Could I speak to her, please?"

Kathy couldn't resist teasing him.  "I'll see if she's free to come to the
phone.  Just a moment please."

Kathy passed the phone to Cindy and sat down across the room.  She watched
Cindy open up like a flower while she talked to Tom.  It was a pleasure to
watch because they were obviously so madly in love.  She put the phone down
and looked at Kathy, "Tom would like to know if you would have dinner with us
tomorrow night.  Please say yes!"

"Tell him I would love to," Kathy replied.

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