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.