The more site thought about it, the more the idea of making it with this chick appealed to her. She began to hope that Clair would make a play for her, but she didn't know if they would be able to make it on Clair's coffee break. Her heart was pounding with desire, but she couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted to try that perversion.

"Ever make it with a chick?" Clair suddenly asked.

"N-no," Peg said. She wanted to add that she'd like to, but she was too inhibited, and hoped that Clair would bring it up.

"Well, I don't know what your problem is, but maybe you should just loosen up and go with it. Maybe a roll in the hay with me might help." Clair punctuated her offer with a wink.

Peg felt a cold shiver run up her spine, and she blushed. She wanted to say. yes so badly that she could taste it, but she seemed to be paralyzed. With a mammoth effort, she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Clair saw her trouble and reached over the table and put her hand on Peg's. The touch made Peg's pussy begin to drool.

"I don't live far away," she said. "Just around

the corner."

Peg finally managed to nod her head. Clair got up, forgetting about her almost-full cup of coffee, and dragged Peg out of the booth by the hand.

They paid their bill, or rather, Clair paid it as Peg was still stiff with frightened excitement.

Peg was aware of walking down the street at Clair's side, but she was thinking about what was to come. Her panties were soaked with her cuntjuice and her tits felt so cold that only a mouth on the nipples could warm them.

She saw the door of a building, then the hallway and an elevator, and all the while, she was in a trance of horny anticipation. Before long, she realized that site was in a small, but tastefully decorated, apartment. She felt Clair push her into a sitting position on a couch.

"Would you like a drink?" Clair asked her.