Peasant Actresses 3
HGHunt
Chapter 3
Exactly one week before July 4, Joy received her last password
(ReadyToMunch), and gained access to the rest of the 2roses.com
pages. Her heart was pounding in anticipation, just from the
closeness the date was to the impending event. Her heart
practically jumped out of her big chest when she examined the
newly available pages. WOW! Decisions, decisions. The dining
page was easy. She loved to cook and as odd as it would feel to
be sharing a kitchen with Emily she easily answered ‘Yes’ to the
checkbox and moved on to the Intimacies page. Here the decision
was not so easy. Emily had perfectly predicted Joy’s response to
the pictures of the pussies. Not a single innuendo was lost on
her and she had to mull over her decision for a long time. Emily
expected Joy to have at least some honor and it pissed Joy off
immensely that Emily had been able to target her ‘cheating’ in
such a skillful way. “Ooooh, that bitch,” she thought, “How can
I answer this and not seem weak in the eyes of Emily?” As much
as she would have loved to maintain her little stubble at just
the right length to be painful, she knew that Emily was likely
growing her bush for just such a countering attack. If she chose
that she knew that there would likely be no advantage. She knew,
like Emily that choice 1, the full thick bush was out of the
question. Choice 3, Emily’s style, she thought, might actually
be the most fun from a sexy standpoint, although perfectly
smooth like a babies sounded pretty erotic and exciting too. Now
choice 5 and 6 had to be considered. Hmmmmm. She had never
considered grooming or shaving another girl’s pussy, let alone
allowing one to shave her. But that picture was certainly scary
and erotic all at the same time. Choice 6. That choice, she
knew, had been put there by Emily to be a vicious taunt. That is
the one she really felt like clicking and sending, but her sense
of honor kept her hateful instincts under control. She knew that
Emily’s sense of honor was very strong and that indeed, she
would surely be ‘compatible’ with her guest as the message at
the top of the page implied. So what would she choose?
Finally, she figured that since this whole affair was one of
risk and reward. She might as well go for all the marbles. She
chose choice five! How much more risky can you get than allowing
your sworn enemy to flourish a razor around your pussy! It
implied a high degree of trust, even if it was with your closest
friend. And Emily certainly was not her close friend. But the
erotic thrill would be so great as to be practically
unfathomable. After all, this whole damn affair was one giant
thrill anyway, why not let it go sky high! So, after taking a
deep breath, counting to 10, and slowly exhaling, she clicked on
choice 5: On-site grooming could become part of the agenda.
It was done! She had made her choice and as far as she could
tell there were no more pages of Emily’s 2rose website left to
explore. Through it all she had managed to never e-mail Emily at
all. The temptation was great many times. Some of those times
she wanted to make threats or challenges. Other times she was
curious about the meaning of one of the pages. But she avoided
all of those temptations and let Emily’s spider web slowly and
completely draw her in. Even she could see the web being built
around her. But she was not afraid. Her lust, her anger, and her
self-confidence all came together and she was ready.
Apprehensive, yes, but she was very, very ready.
Besides her continued workouts, only one thing remained for Joy
to consider. With all the obvious work that Emily had put into
the affair, it would be less than lady-like for her to arrive
without a gift for her hostess. This would certainly take some
thought. What she really wanted to give her couldn’t be wrapped
in a package. It wouldn’t do to be seen as cheap or thoughtless,
even with the obvious taunting that came through loud and clear
from Emily’s web site. Many types of gifts crossed her mind and
it was not an easy decision. When she finally made her decision
it was already July 1. Not much time to spare, but she found
what she was looking for and made her purchase. Splendid! Emily
was sure to appreciate the gesture!
The days dwindled down and the girl’s preparations continued.
Their total preoccupation with each other was incredible. No
waking moment was spent thinking about anything besides the
other girl and the upcoming holiday bash. Both girls,
coincidentally, had decided to stop their workouts two days
before July 4. They wanted their bodies to be as strong as
possible, but also to be well rested for what might become quite
an exhausting party. So it was that the girls both arrived at
the gym for the last time on July 2, promptly at 8 A.M. Both
greeted Mr. Silverton warmly, as always, upon entry. Neither
wanted to make today seem any different, but it was very
different. In their heads, they were swimming in a sea of
churning, thrashing, thoughts and emotions. Watching each other
lift, grunting and straining against the heavy weights, sweating
in the heat, they became light headed with the power and the
turmoil of emotions surging through them. Somehow they managed
to make the most of their workout without fainting. This one
time, different than the other times in the gym, they found it
hard to leave. Joy finished her routine a little before Emily
but she loitered around long enough for Emily to finish and they
parted together. For the first, last, and only time an overt
message was sent. As they walked toward the outside door to
leave the school building, no one else was around. They were
walking side by side. The tension in the air was so thick you
would have needed a bomb to diffuse it. They reached the narrow
open doorway together. No words were spoken. Barely a breath
could be heard. A gigantic dilemma gripped them both. “Should I
be gracious and allow the other girl to pass through first, or
should I demonstrate my power and invincibility by trying to get
through ahead.” These were the identical thoughts of both girls.
Decision time! But yet neither could make a decision, so they
reached the doorway together. They wouldn’t fit through shoulder
to shoulder so some accommodation had to occur. As if linked
together by a gear, the two in tandem turned towards each other
to slide out the door sideways, with expected consequences.
Their tits bumped against each other. Just like that first night
at the cast party. Well almost. This time their eyes locked but
showed no emotion. Each controlled her eyes and did not let show
either anger or lust. But it was an extremely difficult thing to
do because the sensation of their tits pushing into each other
set off incredible sensations within their bodies. The emotions
of the past weeks had caused so much pent-up rage, lust, and
excitement that they couldn’t stop their bodies’ reaction.
Intense, amazing, powerful, the only kind of words to describe
the sensation correctly would be superlatives the English
language doesn’t have. They shivered, overcome in delightful
feelings. It seemed as if time stood still, but it was really
just five or ten seconds. They slid together through the door
sideways, tits pressed into each other, and walked to their cars
and went home.
Emily busied herself in final preparations the day before the
holiday. Food was purchased and as much as possible prepared
ahead of time, final supplies were purchased, the house was
cleaned, furniture, and ‘special items’ were arranged. Joy spent
July 3 with a light workout at home, checking the web page
another time, and relaxing as best she could.
