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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 5/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (05/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:10:44 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part V
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't
gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last
night seemed like a dream. It was only the small white card
sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that
testified to the events actually having happened. Still that
was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening
out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping
out of bed, she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants
of last nights adventure down the drain. She would have to
hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock appointment at the
beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago,
before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her
closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a special
occasion. Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight.
Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the
beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of
tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter would
be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on his
knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had told
her about a special service that was offered at this
particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any of the
walls, but if you asked, it was available.
"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have
here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the
beautician who's name tag read Lucy.
"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If
you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out
here."
Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room
propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist,
right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her
legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of
scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the
time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now
only an eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into
the shape of a heart. Peter had been reluctant to going down
on her before, but after she was finished with him tonight,
he'd be more than happy with the proper instruction on the way
to her heart.
After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby
Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she
could find. In her mind's eye she could just see herself
standing before Peter in them.
"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand
a chance."
A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the dry
cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to
apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away
the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the
temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties.
Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy
couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand
played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other
carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different
Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A large
share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part
it had been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she
have planned to have had a sexual encounter with another
woman, she just didn't have the nerve. Yet like any kind of
sex, she had always been told that once you tried something
the first time, it was always easier to try it a second.
The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't
heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the
water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the
answering machine. Her first impulse was to race and pick it
up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter.
Then the image of her running naked through the apartment only
to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No,
let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for.
She's call back whoever it was when she finished with her
toilet.
Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty
minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip
to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could
make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in all
the right places completed the ritual. She was ready.
Donning the newly purchased bra and
panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the bathroom
doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as
she struck a pose.
"Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no
denying it. You are a babe!"
Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was
already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter would
be by to pick her up. Plenty of time.
The flashing light on the answering machine caught her
attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In
her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower
call.
Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play
button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face
turned a bright crimson and her expression went from
satisfaction to outrage.
"Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I
realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I
won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier but got
the machine and really wanted to tell you myself. As soon as
you can give me a call, there's something we have to discuss."
"That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the
phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who
the fuck does he think he is?"
The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring
Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a
receiver being picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice.
"Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger
momentarily replaced by confusion. Had she gotten a wrong
number? That had never happened before using the autodial.
"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.
"Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been
connected to the wrong party.
"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you."
Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she
could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was
clear enough to understand.
"Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter
Ryan.
Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother
had always told her. This time it was too late, she was
already up to two hundred.
"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered.
"Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle
this differently."
"Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly
hostile tone.
"Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at
this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So
I guess I just have to say that its not going to work out
between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth."
"What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.
"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry
it couldn't have ended differently."
Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when
she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line.
"That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she
hit the redial.
After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If
anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge.
"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline
Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a
message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as
possible."
As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline
Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before
he'd met her. They had broken up a month before Peter had
attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that
time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and
was getting all the benefits.
She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she
thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the
beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay
attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new
number.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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