Bill, stepped briskly into the house and took refuge in her room.

Several more dates during the next week and a half were split fairly evenly between John and Ron. When Bill called she was always busy. While Chris preferred Ron over John, she enjoyed being with both of them and a system developed. Friday night she gave to Ron. John got Saturday. Sunday the Millers and Ron took Chris on a picnic and went sightseeing afterward. Memorial Day on Monday was spent quietly sunbathing with Julia, but this time at the beach, the two of them, making it a most pleasant and relaxing departure from the hectic days of men and dates despite the crowd..

Sadly, Chris was now looking at her last few days with the Millers before returning to Greystone.

That last Friday night, Ron was taking her to a gourmet restaurant and then to a concert. Very fancy stuff. She spent hours shopping for just the right outfit, made a hair appointment, and for the first time had nails applied. When Ron arrived to collect her she was extremely pleased with the impression she made on him. He seemed frozen for a long time, barely breathing, as he stared in smitten wonder at his beautiful date. She wore a fabulous floor-length strapless evening gown of white satin, lace-trimmed bodice and hem, with pearl earrings and necklace, and white three-inch pumps. Her lush auburn hair was brushed to a glossy sheen, cascading luxuriously over her bare shoulders, brushing the tops of her breasts. A pale blue carnation adorned the left side of her waistline, the full skirt brushing the steps as she descended daintly toward the man she'd done it all for. She thought him extremely handsome in his black velvet tuxedo.

The evening passed in a dreamy emotional fog

of affection and constant contact, arms interlocked, hands clenched with fingers entwined, or Ron's firm one-armed embrace as they sat in the cncert hall with the excellent music swirling about them.

The lobster was excellent and conversation was minimal. Later, sitting in the car, Ron pulled her into his arms and their mouths locked, tongues probing. Ron's hand slid around her waist and progressed very slowly upward to gently stroke her satin-covered breast. It felt right! Warmth surged through Chris's breast and spread into her chest and down between her thighs. AAAAAH! It felt S0000 good! "mmmmmmmm," she moaned, and pressed her covered breast more firmly against his fingers.

She anticipated more and was not disappointed. The hand moved upward again and touched the generous bare bulge of soft flesh exposed by the low-cut bodice. Without hesitation, Chris reached back with a free hand and loosened the zipper a few inches to release the pressure of the builtin cups, allowing access. Then, when he hesitated, she gently touched his hand and pushed his fingers down to fully engulf her large trembling breast, now fully exposed.

"Oh God, that feels good!" she sighed almost imperceptably, incredible chills of pleasure surging down her spine.

Ron stroked and fondled both breasts as he kissed and nibbled at her soft fragrant neck. Tentatively at first, then with more eagerness as Chris encouraged his progress by pushing his head further onward, he moved downward and, taking a fat brown nipple between his lips, sucked and nipped gently.

"Oh My God!" she gasped as, for the first time in her female life, Chris experienced a small but powerful surge of excitement that she realized was her first female orgasm. Small though it was, it