"You didn't tell me 'Sam' was a girl, Michael."
Belinda folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the new marble sink in the upstairs bath. At first, she was honestly upset. Samantha was extremely attractive. Her tight, lean body was so unlike Belinda's softer curves, and a pang of jealousy gnawed on Bel's stomach. But Michael was so delightfully jumpy at lunch, she soon forgave his innocent mistake. He continually had this deer-in-the-headlights look about him, and Belinda could barely contain her laughter.
"I didn't know until she showed up," Michael protested. "Guess I should have found that out."
Belinda grinned wickedly, "Ya think?"
She narrowed her eyes, as Michael became quiet interested in the grout on the floor tiles. The girl cruelly delighted in the long, uncomfortable silence.
"So, Michael," she cooed, "you fucked her yet?"
Michael looked up as if he had been slapped square across the face. "Wha…?" he managed to stammer.
Belinda turned on her heels and leaned on the counter. She rose up on her toes, stretching and accentuating the shapeliness of her legs, and pushed her hips out. Her feet slid about shoulder's width apart, and her back arched steeply. Belinda looked over her shoulder, her dark bangs hiding one eye, and the thin shoulder strap of her sundress fell from her shoulder. Michael could see down her dress in the reflection.
"Oh I know you, Michael," she purred. "You've been dreaming about what it would be like to put your nice big cock into that tight little body, haven't you?"
Belinda lifted her skirt slightly, teasing Michael with a glimpse of her rear. She leaned across the counter even more, folding her arms under her. Suddenly the image of her catching Michael and Sam together flashed in her mind. Belinda saw his body grinding into hers in much the same pose she was in now. Her center warmed quickly, and she took a sharp, shuddering breath. Belinda always enjoyed watching Michael use his cock, and now another use excited her. She exposed her tail to him and swayed it hypnotically.
"Michael, get that cock in me," she ordered with a heavy moan.
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She looked around the bustling room and smiled to herself. It had been far too long since the room filled with laughter and dancing. She heard the record player, but this music was so wild, so explicit, she blushed when a singer talked of being a slave and whips. Young handsome men, danced closely with beautiful girls in ways she had never seen. Even girls danced with girls almost lewdly to this strange music.
"It's certainly not the Charleston," she mused.
She watched David and Samantha mingle with their guests. She leaned on her paramour, happily, as he talked about the house. She leaned up, blew gently in David's ear and delighted as he shuddered and responded. She watched as the pretty, new girl, Sam, strolled by. Her eyes narrowed on Sam, and she tightened her grip around David's torso.
But Sam walked past and joined a group of girls dancing rather provocatively. The boys around them stood with mouths agape. After the dance, she watched Sam lead a long legged girl up the stairs. She slipped away from David and followed quietly.
