From the outside, Glenview Drive appeared to be an ordinary suburban cul-de-sac. It was a relic from another time, the sort of place where the men went off to work in the morning, while their wives got the kids off to school, then cleaned house and met for coffee in the afternoons.
This wholesome veneer, however, concealed a hotbed of lesbian activity that was centered on the house at 420 Glenview. Located at the very end of the cul-de-sac, 420 was slightly larger than the other houses and set back from the street, mostly concealed by trees and a wooden fence. It was the property of a 35-year-old divorcee named Jessica Braden. Tall, blond, athletic, and beautiful, Jessica was a provocative mystery to the men in the neighborhood. As far as they knew, she lived alone in her spacious home and was rarely glimpsed on the streets.
The housewives of Glenview Drive, however, knew Jessica Braden as a highly intelligent, dominating woman with a voracious sexual appetite. They also knew that her house had another inhabitant, a 20-year-old dark-haired French girl named Marie. Marie had come to live with Jessica and her then-husband several years earlier as an exchange student. When the school year ended, Marie -- who had been unhappy at home -- had not returned to France; instead, it was Jessica's husband who left the household and moved to another state. Without a visa, Marie lived secretly in Jessica's house as her maidservant and sexual plaything.
Early one September evening, Jessica was relaxing with a book in her living room as Marie floated naked on an inflatable lounge chair in the backyard pool. When the doorbell rang, Jessica assumed that it was one of the neighborhood wives, feeling horny and looking for some action. Her nipples began to stiffen as she went to the door, anticipating what enjoyment might be in store.
But when she opened the door, what she saw was a gorgeous 18-year-old redhead dressed in a powder-blue cheerleader uniform. Jessica blinked her eyes hard twice to be sure she was really seeing this; it was like some wild fantasy come to life.
"Hi," said the girl. "My name is Kelly Ann Collins, and I'm a cheerleader at Clinton High." She had a dazzling smile and huge green eyes; Jessica imagined that she was very popular at her school.
"Jessica," said the homeowner, extending her hand. As she did so, she looked Kelly Ann up and down as subtly as possible. The girl had wonderful curves that were shown off nicely by the short skirt and tight sweater. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, as you might have heard, we've had some big budget cuts at the school this year. Both the football team and the cheerleading squad are in trouble, and we're asking people in the neighborhood to lend their support."
"Is that so?" answered Jessica. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why don't you come in?"
As Kelly Ann came inside, Jessica's mind was racing. This girl was stunningly hot and Jessica wanted her badly. Did she dare try to seduce a teenager? What would happen if she failed?