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Joey Stiller pulled a little pink T-shirt over her
head and shook her mousy brown hair out before pausing quickly to check
her reflection in the mirror and grabbing her car keys. Her deep green
eyes stared back from the freckled face in the mirror. The pink T-shirt
was one of her favourites; it was tight enough to bare a little of her
tanned midriff and to hug her figure, showing off her slender waist and
fuller breasts. Apart from that Joey wore an old pair of jeans, a little
worn at the knees. Joey never took too much care over her appearance,
although she liked to be noticed by guys she wasn't one of those girls who
bothered particularly with that sort of thing. Her shoulder length hair
wasn't cut in any particular style and she didn't really use much, or
normally any, make-up. However looking at her reflection now, Joey decided
she'd do all right.
Joey was eighteen and a senior in high school, her parents were very rich
and Joey lived in their large, luxurious home. Most of the time her
parents were away, conducting various business deals that paid for the
extravagant home. Joey and her family hadn't moved out west much before
this and she was easily bored and lonely. For the next two weeks they were
to have a Russian exchange student staying there and, as neither of her
parents were around right now, it was Joey's job to pick her up at the
airport in San Diego. Joey wasn't really overly bothered by this, in the
long days at home on her own she'd often get bored and she was looking
forward to the distraction of the two hour drive to the airport and the
company that she hoped Natalya Elkova could provide over the next two
weeks.
Joey grabbed her handbag from its place hanging over the stairs and
slammed the door behind her, her mom hated her doing that but she wasn't
around to object and Joey enjoyed this petty act of teenage rebellion.
Outside, the day was incredibly hot for October and Joey was pleased she'd
chosen to wear only a T-shirt. Getting into her little red Ford, Joey
turned up the air conditioning and put the car in gear. She really loved
that car, her parents had bought it for her eighteenth birthday, it was
small and easy to handle and by now driving it was almost second nature
for her. She leant over to turn on the radio that would provide her only
company on the two hour drive and turned out onto the main road to San
Diego.
As she drove to the airport, Joey thought about how little she knew about
the girl who was going to stay in her house for the next two weeks.
Natalya Elkova was a girl of Joey's age who was learning English at her
school in Russia and wanted to spend some time in America to help her
become more familiar with the language. Joey's parents knew Natalya's
parents through their business dealings and had agreed to take in Natalya
during her stay in the US. That was all Joey knew about her. As she pulled
the car into the airport car park she began to worry about this. What if
she had nothing to say to Natalya? How would they spend the two-hour
journey home from the airport? How would they spend the next two weeks
together if they had nothing in common? Joey could see weeks of awkward
silences stretching out before her. Or worse. After all, she knew nothing
about this girl; she could be a drug addict or a kleptomaniac or anything.
Joey told herself not to be ridiculous but she could feel her nervousness
growing within her as she dropped her car keys attempting to lock the
door. Her hands were slippery with sweat as she picked the keys up and
locked the car, and this wasn't just from the heat. She wiped them off on
the seat of her jeans and strode across the car park to the airport
terminal, her sneakers squeaking loudly on the floor.
There was still an hour until Natalya's plane arrived. An hour more of
nervous waiting which Joey decided to take up with shopping, one of her
favourite passtimes. Joey always found shopping could calm her down and
take her mind off other things. She spent a good twenty minutes in a
perfume store before buying something musky and sensual that she would
probably never wear. Still, she was killing time. Finally she felt her
legs tire and she headed for a cafe to await the arrival of the flight
from St. Petersburg.
Joey ordered a milky coffee and, after a moment's consideration over her
stomach, a jelly donut and sat on her own in a corner to eat it, her legs
dangling from the cafe's high stool, not even nearly reaching the floor as
she swung them back and forth. Joey was 5'6", but she doubted even someone
a foot taller could have sat reaching the floor in that stool.
The coffee was too hot; it burnt Joey's lips leaving a little red mark. It
was cheap grey coloured stuff in a crappy plastic cup. She left it to one
side and bit into the sticky donut, the jelly inside spurting its warm
liquid into her mouth. Finishing the donut her lips were sticky with the
sugary glaze and she wiped them clean with her napkin, worrying about what
that single donut could do to her waistline.
Joey sipped at her coffee, more out of habit than out of any desire to
drink it. Now she looked down at her watch and saw the flight should be
arriving in five minutes. She looked at her half drunken plastic cup of
coffee and decided, after a moment's thought, to leave it that way. She
picked up her handbag and the classy paper bag that contained her perfume
and hurried to the arrivals lounge, her sneakers continuing to make an
annoying squeaking sound on the polished, shiny airport floor.
Standing and waiting for people to emerge from customs Joey's nerves began
to return again. The flight had landed ten minutes earlier, according to
the screen above her, but she knew it would take a while for the Russian
passengers to be allowed through customs. Joey began to chew nervously at
her fingernails which, as a result of this habit, were pretty short and
messy, and to finger the spot where the coffee had burnt her lips. She
remembered the conversation she'd had with her parents a couple of days
earlier over her worries about Natalya Elkova.
"So, do you know Natalya?" she had asked her father as he spooned soup
into his mouth.
"Sergei Elkov is one of our most important and wealthy clients," he had
replied between mouthfuls, "And your mother and I have spent some time
with him and his wife."
"But do you know Natalya?" Joey had persisted.
"We've never met her before," her mother cut in, "But I'm sure you'll get
on just fine, her parents are very keen she gets a good home while she's
in America."
"But what if we don't get on? What can I do if it's just us in the house
and I've got nothing to say to her?"
"Don't be silly, there's plenty to do around town. You won't even need to
be here that often."
"There's not plenty to do in River Falls," Joey was becoming annoyed.
Clearly her parents didn't really care about her nerves and were just
trying to humour her.
"I'm sure you'll find something in common," her mother had said, trying to
sound reassuring but actually just infuriating her daughter more, "Now can
we talk about something else."
And that was it, her parents had never even met the girl that was going to
stay in their house for the next two weeks. That was hardly reassuring,
and neither was the fact that they didn't really seem to care how Joey and
Natalya got on with each other. As passengers emerged and walked passed
Joey she couldn't see anyone who looked like the eighteen year-old
daughter of a Russian businessman. Most people had already left but there
was still no sign of her. Worries begun to fill Joey's mind again. Had
Natalya missed her flight? Had Joey got the wrong place or the wrong
flight to meet her from? What if Natalya had decided not to come at all?
Joey could understand that, she herself could never spend a couple of
weeks in a stranger's house in a strange country. Then Joey saw her.
Joey didn't know how she knew this was Natalya, maybe it was because she
was almost the last person to emerge from customs, she just knew it. A
good four or five inches taller than Joey, she had jet black hair and legs
to die for. Her dress sense and style made Joey feel greatly self
conscious in her jeans and sneakers. Natalya was wearing a little shiny
grey top which covered little more than her breasts and left her midriff
bare and a short black jacket. Almost the whole of her legs were shown off
by a tight black mini-skirt while over her shoulder was a little leather
handbag. Her black stiletto sandals made her stand even further above
Joey. Designer sunglasses were perched on her head, pushing her straight
black hair out of her dark eyes and pale face.
She walked almost as if in slow motion, swaying her hips and tossing her
long black hair. She walked with a confidence and sassiness that Joey
wished she could display, let alone feel. She turned towards Joey and
walked over. Joey felt herself blush pink and become sweaty again, anxious
at the impending meeting and slightly embarrassed by her lazy appearance.
"Hi, I'm Natalya Elkova," said Natalya, coming over and extending her
perfect white hand, Joey could see an expensive scarlet manicure which
made her a little self conscious about her own chewed nails, "You must be
from Mr. and Mrs. Stiller."
Joey gave a little cough, clearing her throat which had become clogged up
as she waited, and took Natalya's hand, feeling it soft and well
moisturised, "Yeah, I'm Joey."
"You are Mr. Stiller's daughter, no?" Natalya said, speaking in a
noticeable Russian accent and raising her arched eyebrow a little as if
perhaps she'd expected some servant or flunky of Joey's father.
"Yeah," Joey said and paused uncomfortably trying to think of something to
say, "Welcome to America."
Joey smiled, she'd been told that her smile was her best feature, that it
lit up her face. Obviously this helped a little as Natalya's arched
eyebrows turned into a smile of her own. Joey took one of Natalya's
snakeskin suitcases and carried it towards the car park, attempting to
make small talk on the way.
"So, how was your flight?"
"It was not so good. You see usually I fly First Class, but this time no,"
Natalya replied.
Joey didn't really know what to say to this, she'd only asked out of a
need to make conversation. She bit her lip again, still nervous, and drew
a dark spot of blood. Natalya noticed.
"You should not do this Jody . . ."
"Joey," corrected Joey.
". . . you will make yourself bleed."
She took a pristine white handkerchief from her handbag and reached over
to wipe the blood from Joey's lip. Joey smiled in appreciation but said
little else until they reached the car park.
Natalya raised her eyebrows a little sceptically again when confronted
with Joey's old Ford.
"My parents won't have me driving anything flashier as I've only recently
got my licence," Joey felt the need to explain as she helped load
Natalya's luggage into the trunk.
"I am impressed Joey that you can drive. My parents will never let me do
this, I am driven everywhere."
"I don't think it would be very easy to drive in those heels," Joey tried
a feeble joke as they got into the car, to which Natalya just looked
confused.
Joey backed the car out of its space and headed out of the airport. The
two-hour drive went a lot quicker than it had on the way out here with
Natalya for company. Conversation didn't exactly flow but Joey wasn't as
completely stumped for things to say as she'd feared. Natalya, Joey was
relieved, spoke excellent English and beneath her strong Russian accent
was a curious hint of an American one. By the time they reached River
Falls Joey knew that Natalya attended a prep school in St. Petersburg and
had learned English since she was five. Her parents were among the very
richest people in St. Petersburg and she lived in a large mansion with a
number of servants. Joey's initial impression of Natalya as being a little
stuck up and selfish began to disappear as she heard Natalya talk more
enthuisiastically about her home and family.
"My parents do not spend a lot of time in the home. They have a lot of
business to do in other parts of Russia," she said and Joey instantly felt
sympathy for her.
"I know what you mean but at least you have all those servants to keep you
company."
"Sometimes I would like to have some brothers and sisters," Natalya
continued and Joey felt further agreement with her.
Joey drove through the centre of River Falls, not particularly because it
was the quickest route, but to show Natalya what the town had to offer. It
was a tiny town and the roads were mostly quiet. The town was surrounded
by scenic green hills through which ran the river and series of little
waterfalls that gave the town its name. Joey felt that her guest would at
least be impressed by the scenery, even if the town was a little dull. The
cloudless skies on this hot sunny day made the place look even more
appealing. The centre of town was made up of little more than three or
four streets. There was a little supermarket and a few other stores, the
only one that interested Joey sold CDs, videos and teen clothing where
most of River Falls' teenage population hung out in the winter. To do any
real shopping you had to take the couple of hours to drive to San Diego
where there were all the shops anyone could want.
Apart from the shops, the main thing that dominated River Falls was the
high school which was surprisingly big as it didn't just serve River Falls
but also a number of other towns in the area which meant Joey's friends
were scattered all over the place and she didn't see them as often as
she'd have liked outside school. Most of the streets were empty but every
so often Joey would drive passed kids on skateboards or sitting idly on
the sidewalk. One thing River Falls did have in abundance was wide open
spaces and in one park by the river Joey could see some of the guys from
school throwing a football around. Brock Stewart, the captain of the
football team, had the ball raised above his head in a classic quarterback
pose as he waved the other guys further away. Brock's chest muscles
rippled beneath the sweat soaked white vest that he was wearing. Joey had
sat next to Brock for a year in math class, they sat them alphabetically,
and he was your classic dumb but still quite easy on the eyes, and he knew
it. Brock would spend most of class smoothing back his gelled hair to make
sure it was just right.
"I know some of those guys a bit," said Joey noticing Natalya watching the
football game, "I can introduce you some time if you want," she smiled,
eager to please and happy her town had something to offer Natalya.
Natalya was impressed again at the sight of the super popular Sinclair
twins walking down the sidewalk to their home in the centre of town. Both
tall, blond, beautiful and popular, Jesse and Jessie Sinclair were the
envy of the whole of River Falls.
"Now those people it's not even worth bothering to get introduced to,"
Joey said, "They're like royalty round here."
The Stiller house was a little way out of town in an even more quiet and
secluded spot, after all Joey's parents had moved there a year earlier for
the scenery and ad chosen a property with full appreciation of it. Their
nearest neighbours were almost a mile away along a winding road up the
hill. Joey pulled into the long driveway beside her dad's Mercedes and
looked over to see what Natalya's view of the house was.
"I like your house Joey, it is very cosy," she said to Joey's amusement,
to Joey on those lonely empty days the expansive house seemed far from
cosy.
As Joey got out of the car, she was struck again by the heat of the day,
while driving she'd had the air conditioning on full so hadn't been able
to fully appreciate how hot it was, but now a warm breeze blew over her
face.
"I bet it's not this hot in the fall in Russia," said Joey.
"No, in St. Petersburg it can be very cold at this time of year."
Joey helped Natalya with her expensive looking snakeskin suitcases and
unlocked the door into the stylish, expensively decorated entrance hall to
the Stiller house.
"Come on, I'll show you your room," Joey said, carrying one of Natalya's
bags upstairs.
Clearly Natalya was unused to to carrying her own stuff as she struggled
up the stairs with a relatively small bag as Joey showed her into the
spare bedroom.
"OK, I'll let you unpack and get settled," Joey told Natalya, leaving the
room, "I'll just be downstairs."
Joey went into the living room and opened a couple of windows and was just
sitting down and reaching for the TV remote when the phone rang.
"Hi Joey," came the faintly squeaky voice of Joey's free spirited best
friend Hannah Monroe.
"Hiya Hannah, how's things?"
"Fine, your Russian arrived yet?"
"Yeah she's just upstairs unpacking,"
"Are you sure you trust her alone?" Hannah said laughing, Joey had told
her friend about her silly worries and Hannah's laughing at it now made
Joey feel a lot better.
"I'm sure it's fine, her parents are like millionaires or something," Joey
replied, "She's got a mansion and servants and everything."
Joey and Hannah chatted happily for a while. Joey was pleased to be able
to unload all her worries and private thoughts to her friend who lived on
the other side of the country in Boston since Joey's family had moved to
California. Hannah would call Joey up most weeks and they could chat for a
while like old times.
"Listen, I'd better go," said Hannah after about twenty minutes, "My
parents don't like me using the phone bill for these long distance calls."
Joey hung up and, not for the first time, felt a pang of regret that her
best friend was so far away and they were reduced to a weekly twenty
minutes on the phone. Back east Joey and Hannah had spent almost every
waking minute together since they were twelve and Joey had never felt
lonely or alone then as she often did now in her isolated house in River
Falls. To comfort herself Joey flicked on the TV onto MTV, a Madonna video
was blaring out as Joey heard Natalya come down the stairs and into the
room.
The first thing Joey noticed was that Natalya had changed her clothes. The
designer sunglasses were gone and now her black hair was tied back from
her white face. She was now wearing a flimsy floral print summer dress
which still allowed Joey to see all of her smooth pale legs, and flat pink
sandals. When Natalya came and sat beside Joey on the couch conversation
didn't exactly flow.
"Who's that?" asked Natalya
"Madonna," Joey replied, a little surprised that Natalya wouldn't be aware
of this.
"No," said Natalya, pointing, "him."
The living room looked out onto the Stiller's yard and swimming pool.
There were large glass double doors with one way windows which allowed
people in the living room to look out without those outside looking in.
Despite the heat Joey hadn't opened the doors and they remained locked.
Natalya was pointing to where, in the yard, Luke the pool guy had come to
clean the Stillers' pool.
"Oh, he cleans our swimming pool," explained Joey.
Natalya licked her lips at the sight of Luke and Joey had to admit that
Luke was a kind of hunky guy. He was twenty five and had a strong muscular
physique with messy dark hair and stubble that gave him a hunky rebellious
look. Because of the heat of the day his brow was dotted with sweat, as
was his bare muscular back as the heat had caused him to dress in nothing
more than a little pair of shorts. Joey felt herself caught up in staring
at Luke's muscular toned body, but at a gasp from Natalya she turned
round.
Natalya sat back in the sofa, her eyes focussed on Luke's body. Her summer
dress was pulled up even further so Joey could see the red lace panties
below. Joey was shocked to see Natalya's pale hand inside her panties,
furiously rubbing her pussy. She let out another gasp of pleasure. Joey
stared speechless before,
"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously.
Natalya glanced over briefly as if she'd only just remembered Joey was
still there.
"Come on Joey, it's fun. You could do it too and nobody would know."
Joey's eyes widened in surprise at this, but still she found herself
unwittingly feeling very aroused, both by the sight of the pool boy's hot
sweaty body and the sexy Russian on her sofa. As if not fully in control
of her own movements she sat beside Natalya and, before she fully realised
what she was doing, she had unbuttoned her jeans and her own hand was
stuck inside her panties. Her fingers slid easily into her pussy, already
dripping wet with her arousal, and she began to frig her own cunt in time
with Natalya.
Both girls sat side by side on the couch, eyes focused on the sexy pool
cleaner outside, enthusiastically masturbating. It was the Russian girl
who came first, Natalya threw back her head, let out a little scream and
filled her lace panties with her juices. At the sound of Natalya's orgasm
Joey couldn't hold herself in any longer and felt her body convulse with
pleasure as she came into her own panties. Natalya looked across and
smiled reassuringly at Joey.
"You see Joey, that was fun, don't you think?"
***
This strange act of voyeurism and communal masturbation seemed to lighten
things up a little between Joey and Natalya, and Joey was pleased to
notice the change in their relationship. Natalya never brought up the
incident in conversation again or suggested that they do it again and Joey
began to just put it out of her mind.
For whatever reason, after this Natalya treated her American host less
like a servant and more like a friend. Joey discovered that Natalya,
although still a little arrogant and haughty, had a wicked sense of humour
and Joey often found herself laughing out loud at some characteristic
she'd never even noticed before about some of the people of River Falls.
Joey discovered that she and Natalya had a lot more in common than she'd
first feared. Both girls enjoyed to shop with a passion and Joey spent
hours going round shops with her Russian guest. Joey was impressed at how
Natalya didn't seem to think anything about spending any amount of money
on expensive designer clothes and jewellery, while Joey herself spent ages
pondering over whether to spend her money or not. Here Joey discovered
another good point about her Russian friend, Natalya wasn't just relaxed
about spending money on herself but could be very generous with it too.
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