The doorbell rang in high-pitched tones. Wendy slipped into her white blouse and checked her appearance one final time in the mirror. Hair flowing past her shoulders, the bangs were cut just above her green eyes. Blouse neatly pressed and well filled with her tits. She rubbed the nipples through the fabric to make them stand erect.

She slipped on her miniskirt and twirled. Just enough thigh showed to serve as a tantalizing advertisement for the sweet pussy between her legs.

Hope it gets some action tonight.

The doorbell became more and more insistent. He'd just have to wait, since she was the only one at home. Her parents had gone for a weekend trip to the mountains, and they left the great big house to her.

She meant to make the best of it.

"I'm coming," she shouted, hurrying out of her room and down the stairs.

Damn, forgot the shoes.

She turned and went back up the stairs and slipped into a pair of sandals.

Guess he thinks I'm never coming.

She winced. That would be terrible, she thought, catching a secondary meaning of the word. I'd sure hate never to come again.

She paused in front of the big oak door.

This was her last chance with a young stud. If he disappointed her like the last two, well, she would just have to take on some better pricks. Ones with experience, who had something more on their minds than blowing their nuts as quickly as they could.

"Sure took a long time," Phillip said as she opened the door.

"Anything good is worth waiting for."

Wendy snuggled closer to Phillip on the living-room couch. She nestled her strawberry blonde head in the cradle formed by his neck and shoulder and draped her right arm across his belly.

"It's kinda nice to be alone, isn't it?" she purred, rubbing her cheek against his chest.