popped his head round the kitchen door. 'He had a phone call and ...'
'Okay, I'll come and see him out'
The pleasantries over, Barry closed the door, frowning at Marianne as she gave a sigh of relief. 'Thank God that's over!' she gasped.
'How on earth did you get him to agree to ...'
'I'm not just a pretty face!' she laughed. A pretty pussy\ too!
'But how did you... I mean, he wasn't at all interested in our offer until...'
'I talked to him, said that your company was the best to handle his advertising campaign. And, don't forget - I'm an attractive woman!'
'You didn't do anything else, did you?'
'Anything else? What do you mean?'
'Nothing. I'm just a little surprised, that's all.'
'You don't seem to trust me anymore, Barry. What's happened?'
'Nothing.'
'You've been nervy all evening.'
'I'm just tired, that's all. I like the dress, by the way. It's a bit short, but I like it.'
'Oh, guess what! I've been going around without my panties! God knows how I forgot to put them on! I hope he didn't see anything!'
Barry cringed as Marianne lifted the front of her dress, displaying her sparse blonde pubes, her swollen pussy lips and very wet crack. 'Come to think of it,' she smiled innocently. 'I had my panties on before Jill came round, and I don't remember taking them off so ...'
'How long was the lesbian here?' he asked suspiciously.
'Not long. It's funny, I felt very wet between my legs after she'd gone. Perhaps my being away from you for a week has left me sex-starved!'
'You told Jill about the course, didn't you?'
4 Yes. What's that got to do with it?' 'Nothing. I'm going up to bed. Have you told anyone else about the ... the course?'
'No, only Jill. Oh, and John knows, of course!'
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Chapter Three
Barry had left for work by the time Marianne woke up. Her hands running over her young naked body, her gentle curves, her feminine crevices, she didn't want to reach out from beneath the warmth of her quilt and answer the phone, but the caller was annoyingly persistent.
'Hallo,' she sighed dreamily as she brushed her hair from her face and pressed the receiver to her ear.
'Marianne, it's John.'
'Oh, hi, John. Barry's already left, I'm afraid.'
'Yes, he called me just now. He hasn't said anything to you about me, has he?'
'What do you mean, said anything?'
'He rang me and asked if I'd been to see you.'
'I'm sorry, John, I've only just woken up - I'm not with you.'
'Barry asked me whether I'd been to see you or not. I just wondered why he'd asked.'
'I've no idea. Are you sure you didn't misunderstand him?'
'Yes, quite sure. I just thought it rather odd.'
'It is odd! Perhaps he thinks we're having an affair!' God, I shouldn't have said that!
'No, of course he doesn't!'
'You hadn't arranged to come over, had you?'
'No, no, I'd arranged nothing with him. Are you in this morning?'
'Er... Yes, I suppose I am - why?'
'I thought I'd come round for coffee, if that's OK?'
For sex, more like! 'All right, John. You'll have to give me time to get up, though - I'm still in bed. Was there something in particular you wanted to see me about?'
'No, I've a free morning so . . . I'll see you soon. Actually, Barry asked me to come and see you.'
'Why?'
'I'll tell you about it later.'
'OK, John, bye.'
Marianne lay back on the pillow, grinning as she imagined Barry ringing John in his jealous desperation and tentatively questioning him, anxiously probing. Poor Barry! she mused. He displays my pussy to John, asks me to flash a bit of cunt lip to his client, and then not only gets cold feet - but regrets the whole thing! But why ask John to call round?
As she climbed out of her bed and slipped her gown on, Marianne decided not to dress. Might as well be prepared! she thought wickedly, allowing her gown to fall open, revealing her pert breasts, her erect nipples. Descending the stairs, wondering whether Jill would call round for coffee, for lesbian sex, she pondered again on the incredible change she'd been
'Okay, I'll come and see him out'
The pleasantries over, Barry closed the door, frowning at Marianne as she gave a sigh of relief. 'Thank God that's over!' she gasped.
'How on earth did you get him to agree to ...'
'I'm not just a pretty face!' she laughed. A pretty pussy\ too!
'But how did you... I mean, he wasn't at all interested in our offer until...'
'I talked to him, said that your company was the best to handle his advertising campaign. And, don't forget - I'm an attractive woman!'
'You didn't do anything else, did you?'
'Anything else? What do you mean?'
'Nothing. I'm just a little surprised, that's all.'
'You don't seem to trust me anymore, Barry. What's happened?'
'Nothing.'
'You've been nervy all evening.'
'I'm just tired, that's all. I like the dress, by the way. It's a bit short, but I like it.'
'Oh, guess what! I've been going around without my panties! God knows how I forgot to put them on! I hope he didn't see anything!'
Barry cringed as Marianne lifted the front of her dress, displaying her sparse blonde pubes, her swollen pussy lips and very wet crack. 'Come to think of it,' she smiled innocently. 'I had my panties on before Jill came round, and I don't remember taking them off so ...'
'How long was the lesbian here?' he asked suspiciously.
'Not long. It's funny, I felt very wet between my legs after she'd gone. Perhaps my being away from you for a week has left me sex-starved!'
'You told Jill about the course, didn't you?'
4 Yes. What's that got to do with it?' 'Nothing. I'm going up to bed. Have you told anyone else about the ... the course?'
'No, only Jill. Oh, and John knows, of course!'
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Chapter Three
Barry had left for work by the time Marianne woke up. Her hands running over her young naked body, her gentle curves, her feminine crevices, she didn't want to reach out from beneath the warmth of her quilt and answer the phone, but the caller was annoyingly persistent.
'Hallo,' she sighed dreamily as she brushed her hair from her face and pressed the receiver to her ear.
'Marianne, it's John.'
'Oh, hi, John. Barry's already left, I'm afraid.'
'Yes, he called me just now. He hasn't said anything to you about me, has he?'
'What do you mean, said anything?'
'He rang me and asked if I'd been to see you.'
'I'm sorry, John, I've only just woken up - I'm not with you.'
'Barry asked me whether I'd been to see you or not. I just wondered why he'd asked.'
'I've no idea. Are you sure you didn't misunderstand him?'
'Yes, quite sure. I just thought it rather odd.'
'It is odd! Perhaps he thinks we're having an affair!' God, I shouldn't have said that!
'No, of course he doesn't!'
'You hadn't arranged to come over, had you?'
'No, no, I'd arranged nothing with him. Are you in this morning?'
'Er... Yes, I suppose I am - why?'
'I thought I'd come round for coffee, if that's OK?'
For sex, more like! 'All right, John. You'll have to give me time to get up, though - I'm still in bed. Was there something in particular you wanted to see me about?'
'No, I've a free morning so . . . I'll see you soon. Actually, Barry asked me to come and see you.'
'Why?'
'I'll tell you about it later.'
'OK, John, bye.'
Marianne lay back on the pillow, grinning as she imagined Barry ringing John in his jealous desperation and tentatively questioning him, anxiously probing. Poor Barry! she mused. He displays my pussy to John, asks me to flash a bit of cunt lip to his client, and then not only gets cold feet - but regrets the whole thing! But why ask John to call round?
As she climbed out of her bed and slipped her gown on, Marianne decided not to dress. Might as well be prepared! she thought wickedly, allowing her gown to fall open, revealing her pert breasts, her erect nipples. Descending the stairs, wondering whether Jill would call round for coffee, for lesbian sex, she pondered again on the incredible change she'd been
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