Paige groaned as the alarm
woke her. She stared up at the dull ceiling above, then closed her eyes,
sighing, rolling onto her side and slapping at the alarm as she curled into her
covers. It was cold out and warm in the bed.
She felt a warm back in
front of her and her fingers slid up and down it, then she wriggled in closer
as another voice groaned in front of her. A mass of blonde hair smelling
faintly of apples was in her nose as she sighed and slid her arm over a narrow
waist and then upwards, filling her hand with a soft, full breast.
“Good morning,” a sleepy
She smiled and wriggled a
little, feeling Kayla's soft buttocks rubbing against her thighs and groin, and
let her hand slide downward, fingers finding the narrow line of her friend's
sex and stroking lightly.
“We have to be at work
Kayla rolled over to face
her, and Paige grinned. It was sort of like looking in a mirror.
“... very little time,” she
“It never takes you long,”
Paige replied. “Slut.”
She could see the pale
skinned blonde's face already starting to flush as she wriggled in closer,
their warm breasts pillowing together. Then she kissed her as she felt Kayla's
upper arm slide around her, her fingers finding her buttocks and squeezing.
She let her weight roll her
atop the other girl. They were both slender and weighed roughly the same, but
she had always been the aggressive one.
She slid downward, taking
the center of Kayla's left breast into her mouth, closing her teeth just enough
to make it hurt a bit, sucking as her tongue stroked the already-hard nipple.
She rose a bit, her hand kneading Kayla's breast, then sliding upward, her
fingers delicately circling her lips, then slipping inside.
Kayla closed her lips,
sucking them, licking at them for a few brief seconds until Paige pulled them
back. They dropped between Kayla's legs and the other girl moaned as Paige
began to stroke her, harder than before, for effect now.
Kayla's slender thighs
spread apart as her chest began to rise and fall more quickly, and Paige bent
to take her nipple into her mouth again, sucking rhythmically, chewing lightly,
achingly, on the surrounding flesh as Kayla moaned and her back arched slowly.
Paige slid a slim finger
into her, feeling her already moist inside. She added a second, then a third,
pumping them in and out as she brought her thumb up against her clitoris. It
didn't take long. It never took long. That was one of the fun things about
Kayla – how incredibly responsive she was.
Her legs spread wider, and
her breathing grew more ragged, and then louder as she began to cry out with
the rising orgasm. Her hips ground more and more frantically, then began to
buck up against Paige's fingers and thumb as she worked them harder.
Watching her coming was
fascinating, and exciting in itself. It was an incredibly erotic sight, for
Kayla was a beautiful, shapely blonde with masses of soft hair spilling across
her lovely face. Watching that face contorted in pleasure, and that beautiful
body arching and writhing in heat couldn't help but arouse anyone watching.
She went limp and Paige
laughed softly. “Slut. I swear I could make you come just by blowing in your
Kayla grinned tiredly,
drained, and Paige sniffed and rose on her knees, then crawled forward,
straddling the other girl, deliberately pinning her arms down with her own
knees and then settling her sex down against her mouth.
“Now please your mistress,
slut,” she said in a stern voice.
Kayla's tongue pushed up as
she quickly obeyed. That was another thing Paige loved about her. She pretty
much did whatever Paige wanted with usually very little protest.
Although... that was also
one of things that made Paige worry. A girl who looked like Kayla was prey to
so many male animals – as, in fact, Paige was herself. She needed to be able to
say no, and to resist pressure, and she often didn't seem to be able to stick
up for herself.
So Paige did it for her.
But at the same time, she herself was a determined and self-confident girl who
liked to get her way.
Kayla licked and sucked her
just the way she wanted it done. She had experience in it, after all, and Paige
had certainly let her know exactly how to please her.
She groaned as she felt
that lovely pink tongue working away at her. Sex with girls was so much easier
than boys. You didn't have to worry about ego or flattery. It was easier to
communicate, and the sex could go on a lot longer if you wanted it to.
That didn't mean she was
gay, though. She liked boys a lot. Well, men now, though it was hard not to
think of them as mostly boys. God knew they acted like it. But she enjoyed sex
with girls too, more than Kayla did, she knew. Kayla had little interest in sex
with women – except for Paige.
But then, sex between them
was almost like masturbation. They could have been twins.
The two had met in high
school. It had been, for both of them, a startling experience, like looking in
a mirror. They were almost exactly the same height, at five foot
eight. Both were slender, blonde and athletic, and both had thirty
six D-cup breasts.
More to the point, they
both had egg shaped faces, blue eyes, small, slightly snob noses, high
cheekbones, full lips and slightly narrow jaws. People often mistook them for
sisters even when they didn't dress alike or do their hair alike. Which they
had often found endlessly amusing, especially when they pretended to make out
together in bars to pop the boys’ eyes.
When they did color and
style their hair the same way they looked uncannily like twins. But as far as
their parents knew there was no meeting point anywhere in their separate
families' histories as far back as anyone knew. Of course, that was only a
couple of generations.
Kayla's family were Fins
and Paige's were Irish. A lot of Nordic Vikings had settled in Ireland and
England over the centuries so who knew if somewhere in time they hadn't been
from the same inbred village or something.
They had, of course, become
fast friends, and often thought of themselves as sisters.
Sex between them had come
as a casual exploration and sport, initiated by Paige, of course. They trusted
each other, after all, and both were interested in experimentation. It was fun
and safe and easy, and while Kayla wasn't really bisexual she made an exception
Paige's fierce devotion to
sports often made people presume she had sympathies in that direction. She kept
her hair long partly for that reason, since the cliché about lesbians had them
having very short hair.
The other reason, of
course, was so she and Kayla could look more similar when they chose to do so.
The hair on both girls hung halfway down their backs. Kayla's was currently a
strawberry blonde, while Paige was a brunette.
They had moved in together
after finishing high school, and both worked at The Morgan Guaranteed Trust
company as clerks. Paige had gotten in first, and then gotten them to hire
Kayla. It was unexciting work, and it didn't pay much, but it sure beat being
waitresses. And they worked together.
It made enough to pay for
the rent in their one-bedroom apartment anyway. And neither of them had any
issues sharing a bedroom, especially since the apartment was fairly roomy and
clean and near their work in downtown Seattle – which was NOT a cheap city to
Paige didn't come as easily
as Kayla, but with the blonde's tongue licking hard and her lips sucking she
was soon gasping for breath herself, and then quivering and trembling, head
thrown back as the orgasm swept over her and set her nerve endings crackling
and spitting like live electrical wires.
She slumped, gasping, and
then rolled off Kayla, who sat up wearily.
“We'll be late if we keep
this up,” she said.
“They won't fire us. We're
the only real eye candy in the building,” Paige said confidently.
Kayla snorted and climbed
out of bed, brushed her hair away from her face as she glanced at the mirror,
then went into the bathroom.
“Hey, wanna do the twin
thing?” Kayla called.
“No, dummy, when we go to
Paige made a face as she
got out of bed. “I don't know. LA is full of slutty blondes anyway.”
“So we'll blend right in!”
“Maybe we should be
“I'm used to being blonde.
I AM a blonde.”
Paige left the bedroom and
pushed open the door to the bathroom as the shower came on, then joined Kayla
inside, sliding the door closed.
“A dirty blonde,” she said.
“You better clean me then,”
Kayla said with a smirk.
They picked up the soap and
used it to wash each other, kissing intermittently, and doing more than a
little stroking and caressing that quickly got Kayla heated up again before
Paige decided they had to finish and rinsed them both off.
“Seriously. What do you
think?” Kayla asked as she dried her hair.
Paige sniffed. “I like
being a brunette. I don't get hassled as much by horny guys.”
“Yeah, but this is a
vacation. It's time to party. Maybe we'll meet a hot movie star and he'll want
to do twins.”
Paige grinned, remembering
the last guy they'd had together.
“Might be fun, if we can
agree on a style,” she said.
Wearing just the towel
wrapped around her hair, Kayla left the bathroom and returned with a magazine,
then flipped it open to show her a light golden blonde hairstyle with lots of
“I like this,” Paige said.
“We'd look fabulous
together!” Kayla said enthusiastically.
Paige pursed her lips.
“Remember, this is what it looks like when the hairstylist is done. That
doesn't mean it'll look like that after a dip in the ocean.”
“No, but if we get a perm
it will hold for a while.”
“Paige thought about it.
She wouldn't want to look like this at work. She already got too much attention
from jealous, middle aged women and horny middle-aged men. But this would be
for vacation. Yeah, maybe,” she said.
“That means yes!” Kayla
said, throwing her arms around her.
That brought their bare
breasts together again as they kissed lightly, but Paige reached around and
slapped the blonde's bottom, making her squeal and pull back.
“We have to get to work,
She used the hair dryer in
the bathroom while Kayla went to the bedroom to use the mirror there. She would
take longer, Paige knew, for her hair was more complicated. It always was. She
was more of a girly girl than Paige had ever been.
While Paige had been taking
volleyball, soccer and baseball, Kayla had been enrolled in ballet and dance.
Paige's preferred clothing style was simple and comfortable with subdued
colors. Kayla liked pink and yellow and lace, and preferred tighter, more
revealing clothes than Paige liked.
It wasn't, Paige thought,
that she was shy. She'd simply learned from years of experience that most of
the attention you got from guys was unhelpful. And most of the guys were not
guys she needed, or even wanted to know. Kayla seemed to measure herself more
by male interest – any male interest.
Paige had higher standards.
Find her the right kind of guy and she'd wear tight pants and cleavage that
showed half her breasts if that was what it took to interest him. But she
wasn't going to find that guy at Morgan Guaranteed Trust, nor on the bus
She put on black dress
pants – form fitting, but black, and a dark gray button-down blouse with high
collar. Kayla wore a tight, clingy red sweater dress which did nothing whatever
to hide her shapely body, including high, full breasts.
Paige would wear flat
healed black walking shoes. Kayla stuffed a pair of white, high-heeled booties
into her bag before wearing her own black flats.
“Let's go already,” Paige
sighed, looking at her watch.
“In a minute!” Kayla called
from the bedroom where she was doing her makeup.
Paige made a face and
stalked into the bedroom. She knew what 'in a minute' meant.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!”
Kayla quick finished her
lipstick – very quickly. She knew what that look meant, as Paige grabbed her
arm and yanked her away from the mirror.
Although they weren't
particularly dressed up to draw male interest, they did, regardless. Every man
eyed them, some furtively, some discretely, some boldly and longingly, as they
boarded together and made their way to the back of the bus.
“You know, on second
thought, that style is a bit girly for me,” Paige said, thinking back to the
“I like it.”
“You would. Princess.”
Kayla stuck her tongue out.
“Maybe we should make it
Kayla rolled her eyes.
“It's going to be hot and
sweaty. It's going to get straight anyway.”
“So you don't have to
worry. Anyway, it's a perm. It should hold up fairly well. Angela is very good
at these kinds of things.”
Paige made a face. She'd
wait to see what it looked like. Of course, by then it would be a done deal.
But it was only right that Kayla got her way occasionally.
“I love it!” Kayla
squealed, spinning in circles as their hairstylists looked on.
Both had sat side by side
so that the two hairstylists at Angela's would make sure their hair was
identical in color and style. Kayla had compromised somewhat. The dye was more
of a honey blonde, a bit darker in shade than the golden blonde she had
favored. And it was straight to a little above the jawline, and then,
especially on the sides, long, lazy lengths of it curved gently back and around
in a relaxed wave.
“It's very... fluffy,”
Paige said doubtfully.
“Full and soft, you mean,”
“Yeah, but it sure looks
like there's a lot of it.”
“And you're complaining?”
“Gonna look strange with a
“So don't wear one.”
Paige looked at her as if
she were crazy.
Nathan Scott looked out
from the massive glass walled back of the great room onto the enormous yard
below. The yard was rectangular, and well-treed for privacy. In fact, the
landscaping was gorgeous. The upper deck was large and sunny, with three large,
padded leather loungers. Each was the size of a king-sized bed, and could be
cranked up at the push of a button, much like hospital beds, if one desired to
A large, square, in-ground
hot tub sat in front of two of them, and off to the right was a large
conversation area with padded leather, all-weather benches facing a long,
elegant looking, raised fire pit.
Down below was a formal
pond with fountain, and past that, an enormous swimming pool painted in a
Large, comfortable stone
loungers ran along one side of the pool, the lower parts under about six inches
of water, the upper parts angled enough to keep a lounger's body from the waist
up out of the water.
Facing it, on the right,
was a mock stone wall with waterfall running down to a more natural looking
pond with water plants. And between them was a beautiful broad, green lawn. Off
to one side was another conversation area, this one covered, with a barbecue
kitchen and wet bar for outdoor gatherings.
Quite the paradise. Very
private, very secluded. And they were atop a hill, so that no neighbors
“Forty-five million is
pretty high,” he said.
“This is a jewel of a
house,” the realtor said.
It was certainly very
modern looking, with a lot of light, and well-designed to be airy and open.
There was substantial luxury as well, of course. But one expected that in
The floating mahogany
stairs led to the second floor, which was just as exquisite, including the
large master bedroom which looked out on the front, and then down onto the
valley below, and further, between two hills, to downtown Los Angeles. It had
its own wide deck, hot tub, and fireplace, of course.
The master bathroom was
done in white marble from Italy, about twenty feet by twenty feet, with long,
elegant white counters facing each other across the room. In the center was the
tub, tall, oval and gleaming, and at the far end were the separate toilet area,
and then the huge glassed-in shower.
There were two walk-in
closets, both about the same size as the toilet. One was very masculine, done
in gleaming African blackwood, drawers and cupboards running along two sides,
with shelves at the far end. Of course, there was also an enormous cabinet in
the middle, with a leather bench set against the front.
The female closet was done
in a creamy white spruce, and had more mirrors.
There was, of course, a
home theater, a large home gym, several studies and offices, a
half dozen bedrooms, a games room, a large wine cellar, and a sauna and
It was not a place he would
buy for himself. He had no need of a house this large. He lived in a penthouse
downtown. But as an investment, well, no one was making more hills in Beverly
Hills, and this one had unexpectedly come on the market shortly after it had
been built. And it would be useful for entertaining his clients.
Of course, he'd have to
hire a maid service or something to maintain it as it would be empty much of
the time. Maybe he should put it on Airbnb, he thought with an inner smirk.
“It's kinky when we look so
much alike,” Paige said as she watched them in the mirror.
Kayla was sucking on one of
her nipples, her hand between her legs, skillful fingers stroking her.
“I know,” Kayla said,
giggling as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Yeah but... this hair is
so... similar. I mean, we've looked nearly identical before, but this hair
makes it really look like we're twins.”
Paige snorted. “No screwing
around pretending we're lovers in public.”
“But we are lovers... kind
“Yeah, but people will be
sure we're sisters looking like this. I don't mind being seen as a little kinky,
but I don't want people thinking I'm a freaking pervert.”
Kayla laughed. “We're never
going to see these people again once we come home.”
“Still,” Paige said
“What if we get a movie
star that wants to fuck us?”
“If he's hot, then okay.
But he has to be hot.”
But it was kinky, as she
watched in the mirror, as she pushed Kayla to her knees before her and the girl
began to lick with the expertise of long practice. It was... weird. It was like
watching her perform oral sex on herself!
And she looked so...
sexual! The flowing blonde hair made her look like a real sex pot! She'd had
blonde hair before, dyed to match Kayla, but not this thick, flowing, wavy mass
that spilled over her shoulders and down her back like a golden waterfall.
She let her fingers slide
through Kayla's hair, knowing it felt identical to her own, gathering it in,
moaning softly as she tugged on it insistently, urging the girl on to greater
“Ohhh. I love your mouth, you hot little slut!” she moaned.