CALIFORNIA GIRL 3
This is a work of lesbian fiction. None of the characters or scenarios actually existed. If you are offended by stories involving teenage lesbian girls and their female lovers, please stop reading.
(Lesbian High School)
1970 was a pivotal year for 20-year-old Alison Palmer. A tan, golden-haired teenage beach beauty, her life had been upended while in her junior year of high school, when her father accepted a new job and moved the family from the coastal environs of Southern California to the desert of Phoenix, Arizona.
Alison had tried to make the best of it, and had even been selected Homecoming Queen during her senior year of high school, but she missed the beach community deeply. Alison's seafoam green Pontiac Safari station wagon seemed incongruous in the dusty heat without a surfboard hanging out of the back.
What her parents didn't know was that prior to moving, Alison had developed an active lesbian sex life with a group of older women, and a cute, frisky junior high school girl.
Despite her very veiled attempts at flirtation with other pretty girls in Arizona, none seemed to pick up on her too-subtle pick-up signals. Alison went on occasional dates with boys, and even kissed a few. However, her sole purpose was to keep her parents and her Goldwater-conservative schoolmates off of her girl-girl trail.
Alison was relieved that when her male dates inevitably tried to pressure her for sex, they would grudgingly accept her reasoning that she was "Saving herself for marriage." The boys had hoped that any girl from California might be "looser."
Her younger brother, Timmy, adapted much easier to the move. A talented baseball player, the Phoenix area was a hotbed for youth baseball, and ASU perennially had one of the better teams in college baseball. Additionally, Timmy's exotic, California-blonde good looks were an attraction for the local girls his age.
Frustrated in Phoenix, Alison knew that she would have to bide her time until she could go away to college. For the most part, time dragged on for the beautiful, blonde girl.
Having returned to Southern California, Alison was now a sophomore at USC, majoring in Communications. Alison had chosen not to reopen the door with Susan, and her group of lesbian friends. Alison had been anxious to start anew and set her own course, and not return to being a "baby lez" plaything for the lecherous older women.
Alison's grandparents had for many years contributed to a generous trust fund for Alison's and Timmy's college educations. Now, both of her grandparents had passed away, and the two Palmer children had additionally shared in the sizeable estate.
With these funds, Alison was able to afford the more expensive USC private education, and had leased a comfortable Santa Monica apartment, even though it was a busy 13-mile commute from the USC campus. Alison's beloved station wagon didn't survive the transition either. Knowing that she would not have the time or desire as a college student to resume an active surfing life, she had sold the Pontiac wagon and purchased a 1967 Ford Mustang.
Alison was no longer an enticing, jailbait teenager, she was now a stunningly beautiful young adult. Many of her peers at USC suggested that with her sun-kissed good looks, she should try to model or act. Many had parents in the industry who could possibly provide the necessary connections. Tempted as she was, Alison resisted their overtures for the time being.
In an effort to reinvent herself, Alison had joined the Delta Gamma sorority during her freshman year. It had a well-deserved reputation for having the prettiest coeds on campus. Even one of the famed USC Song Girls lived in the sorority house. Alison enjoyed the sisterly camaraderie of the other girls, and happily participated in their many social events. She would never have done so as a teenage loner. She was enjoying reinventing herself.
Secretly, Alison lived a risky double life. Affable sorority girl by day, she would frequent the smoky westside lesbian clubs and bars by night. Still not 21, the legal drinking age in California, her beautiful, vivacious looks were good for business at the lesbian establishments, and Alison was never hassled about her ID.
Los Angeles had been a hub for hidden lesbian activity since the entertainment industry had centered there in the late 1910's and early 1920's. Secret girl-girl trysts and predatory lesbian actresses and costume designers were commonplace, as otherwise straight girls willingly spread their legs to get an inside rail in Hollywood. Lesbian-only bars had begun to pop up as early as the 1940's.
Alison, by this point, had become attracted to a wide variety of women. From beautiful, young hippie types, to college girls, to powerful, married older woman, and the occasional closeted secretary had all shared her Santa Monica bed.
Sipping on a weak rum and coke, Alison spurned a number of romantic advances while she sat alone in the upscale Club Laurel in Studio City, waiting for just the "right type" of girl for a guilt-free one-night stand.
Alison was wearing an extra short, paisley micro-minidress that barely extended beyond her shapely ass. Brazenly choosing not to wear pantyhose or tights beneath her tiny dress, Alison's tan legs glistened under the fluorescent lights. Alison kept her legs tightly closed so as not to expose her lacy panties. That would be for later...
The music and the all-female crowd seemed to suddenly stop as an exceptionally tall, buxom brunette walked into the club. Wearing a short skirt, the long-legged sexy, Raquel Welch-lookalike confidently surveyed the room before stopping at Alison's table. It was not Alison's first night at the lesbian club, and she self-assuredly invited the seductive brunette to sit down and have a drink.
Alison had learned a lot from the 36-year-old school psychologist who had turned her out at the tender age of 16. In addition to the skilled arts of lesbian love she had been taught, Alison had learned how to confidently woo a pretty girl into her bed. Even a straight girl.
An attentive waitress soon appeared, and the statuesque, brown-haired beauty, who appeared to be in her mid-20's, introduced herself as Silvia Wardlow. Nodding to Alison, Silvia appreciatively ordered a cocktail. Placing her hand atop Silvia's, Alison flashed her beautiful blue eyes at the tall woman before introducing herself.
The overhead lighting danced off of Alison's golden hair. "You have the most beautiful hair color," Silvia remarked, starting the conversation. "Are you in the industry?" Silvia asked. Alison had lived in the L.A. area long enough to know that "the industry" was a comprehensive term for someone working in movies, television, or the entertainment print media.
Flattered, Alison replied, "No. I'm a college student." Silvia was surprised that the beautiful blonde would spend her most attractive years with her head buried in a book. Silvia explained that she was a flight attendant for PSA, a hip, trendy, regional airlines based in Southern California. PSA had developed a reputation for employing the prettiest girls as flight attendants, and dressed them in bright, "mod," miniskirts, and the forerunner of "hot pants."
Alison took a surreptitious peek at Silvia's ample cleavage, as the woman continued to explain that she typically worked the 55-minute air route between Burbank Airport and San Francisco International. Silvia revealed that she hoped to someday become a Playboy Playmate and visit Hugh Hefner's famous Chicago mansion.
"I bet there would be a lot of pretty women there, but none could be any prettier than you, Alison." The college girl smiled. Apparently, she wouldn't have to work very hard with this pretty, big-breasted brunette.
The women had an easy rapport, and Alison noticed several passersby looking enviously at the beautiful pair. Silvia made it known that she preferred the company of "pretty femme's" like Alison, while Alison confessed that she was open to all types of women... and girls, she added provocatively.
Alison related that she was originally from Southern California, but had moved to Phoenix as a teenager, and then had returned to California for college. Only interested in an overnight lay, Alison was careful not to disclose which college she was attending, and Silvia didn't inquire.
Between drinks and dancing, including a very sensuous slow dance that attracted a lot of jealous eyes, Alison finally invited Silvia to "Go back to my place."
Silvia had arrived at Club Laurel by cab, so it was agreed that they would drive in Alison's car to her Santa Monica apartment. Alison paid the tab, and extended her hand to Silvia. The beautiful young women walked hand-in-hand through the club to the nearby parking lot.
Silvia inadvertently gave a flash of her white panties as she tried to fit in the passenger side of Alison's little Mustang in her micro-minidress.
Alison gently rubbed Silvia's inner thigh as they made the 30-minute drive from Studio City to Santa Monica. In the nearly year and a half that Alison had lived at the apartment, the neighbors had seen a veritable parade of pretty women going in and out of Apartment 203.
No one entertained the thought that the beautiful, blonde college student might be into women, they merely thought that Alison had a lot of very pretty friends.
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Silvia straightened her short dress as she unfolded her tall body out of the small car. It was nearly 10:00 p.m. when they entered at Alison's functional, one-bedroom apartment. Alison seductively kissed the brunette flight attendant as she closed the front door. Whisking Silvia to her small bedroom, Alison placed a pink silk scarf over her fashionable torchiere lamp.
Alison liked that the pink scarf not only dimmed the light, but gave her and her partner's naked bodies a sexy glow.
Silvia instinctively reached for Alison's B-cup breasts while the USC student was unzipping her dress. Alison smiled encouragingly at her impetuous, sexy guest. Lifting the paisley micro-minidress over her blonde-haired head, Alison's braless, perky, B-cup breasts were proudly revealed to the aspiring Playboy Playmate.
Silvia sighed in approval at her first glimpse of Alison's nearly-naked, beach-girl body. Alison was now dressed in just a pair of sheer black panties, and laced knee-high brown suede boots. Silvia's eager hands quickly gripped one of Alison's perky breasts, and with the other, rubbed the front of Alison's panties. Alison's curly blonde pubic hair was clearly visible through the nearly-transparent fabric as she smiled at Silvia's brazenness. Clearly, the beautiful brunette was no shrinking violet when it came to sex with another woman.
Alison hugged the tall, slightly older PSA flight attendant, pressing her erect, pink nipples into Silvia's hefty bosom as she reached around the buxom brunette to unzip her dress. Even with her heels off, Silvia stood nearly 6' tall. Placing her fingers on Silvia's mini-skirt hem, Alison lifted the dress over Silvia's long brown hair.
Silvia's firm, tantalizing breasts were even bigger than Susan's had been. Alison estimated that they must be at least 40-DD's with areolae the size of Kennedy half dollars, and nipples that looked like brown pencil erasers. Not waiting for a written invitation, the blonde 20-year-old impatiently descended upon Silvia's massive orbs. Squeezing and kneading the large mounds, Alison worked Silvia's nipples with her greedy tongue, licking, slurping, and gently teething on Silvia's Playboy-worthy boobs.
Silvia's hands were busily exploring Alison's naked body while the blonde 20-year-old was captivated by Silvia's pin-up girl boobs.
In one swift maneuver, the smaller 5'7" blonde was laid on her back on the bed. Silvia leered down at Alison with lust-filled eyes. In another swift maneuver, Alison's sheer black panties were tossed to the floor.
Silvia dreamily ran her fingers through Alison's blonde bush before placing the 20-year-old's slender legs over her tan shoulders. Alison's suede boots dangled absently down Silvia's back. Lifting the college girl's hips off of the bed, Silvia traced Alison's pussy lips with her finger before robustly performing cunnilingus on the blonde beauty.
Silvia's experienced tongue hungrily probed and licked Alison's blonde pussy. The 20-year-old's crotch was firmly implanted in Silvia's face as the flight attended alternately licked and finger-fucked the accommodating college girl until Alison noisily orgasmed.
The aspiring Playmate used her size and strength to roll Alison off of her shoulders so that her suede-booted legs were now positioned over her head. Silvia straightened her tongue and vigorously penetrated Alison's pussy over and over again like a finely-tuned race car piston.
Silvia was an aggressive lover, and by the nature of her physical size and demeanor, sometimes got a little overly frisky with her lesbian partners. While feasting on Alison's enchanting young pussy, Silvia unexpectedly thrust her index finger into the blonde 20-year-old's pink anus. To her surprise, Alison registered no alarm or displeasure.
Unghhh! Alison cried in rhythm with each of Silvia's forceful thrusts, more out of pleasure than of pain.
Turning her full attention to Alison's seldom-explored rectum, Silvia's tongue and finger assertively double-teamed the college sophomore's backside until Alison dramatically climaxed. The pretty, beach blonde had earlier developed an affinity for anal play, but had never before taken it to that level. She liked it.
The two lust-filled women would make love into the early hours, freely giving and receiving mutual sexual pleasure. Alison eventually placed her head on one Silvia's pillow-like breasts and drifted off to sleep.
Alison had an early class that morning, and quietly dressed and left a note for Silvia:
"Good morning. I had to go to class. There's a pot of fresh coffee on the stove. Help yourself to anything out of the refrigerator. I had a wonderful evening! Please lock up when you leave." Alison had also left Silvia her phone number, hoping that she might at some point have a return engagement with the statuesque, aggressive, dark-haired lesbian flight attendant.
Silvia silently poured herself a cup of coffee, and grabbed an apple from the refrigerator. She didn't have a flight until 10:00 a.m., and wished that she had been able to see the pretty, blonde college girl before she left.
A busy flight attendant, Silvia would have liked more than a one-night stand with Alison, but knew that was the nature of the game when you allowed yourself to be picked up by a stranger... even by a pretty college girl.
Dressing, and calling a cab to take her back to her Glendale apartment, Silvia would never see Alison again.
Some weeks later, Alison was back at Club Laurel, Studio City's upscale lesbian club, which had a reputation for attracting some of the prettiest lipstick-lesbians in Los Angeles. As a result, it became a popular venue for well-to-do older women to meet young, pretty girls.
Alison was on the dance floor, slow dancing with a 30-ish executive secretary from Hughes Aircraft. She was about to excuse herself because the woman's roaming hands continued to drift down prematurely to Alison's round ass.
The blonde 20-year-old was then shocked beyond words to see a sorority sister of hers walk through the front door of the club. An expensively dressed, well-coiffed woman of around 45-years-old had her arm wrapped possessively around the younger girl's waist.
To Alison, this was no ordinary college girl. It was Carolyn Manchester, a vivacious blonde beauty who was one of USC's famous Song Girls. Performing at USC football games, the ABC camera crews loved to feature the bevy of short-skirted, white-cheerleader sweater-wearing pretty girls on their national TV broadcasts.
On campus, Carolyn was a bit of a minor celebrity, and her membership alone was a feather in the Delta Gamma cap. Additionally, Carolyn was the Sigma Nu fraternity's "Sweetheart," and had recently had a couple of small parts on TV shows.
"What was she doing here?" Alison wondered. Alison knew that Carolyn's steady boyfriend was on the football team. She had always assumed the blonde Song Girl was straight as an arrow, and therefore "off limits."
There was nowhere to hide in the small club, and Alison and Carolyn quickly made eye contact. Carolyn blushed noticeably, and reflexively looked away. Alison was embarrassed to be seen being pawed by the aerospace secretary.
Alison had learned in a government class about MAD, which was Mutually Assured Destruction in the event of a nuclear war with Russia, and how it serves as a deterrent for both sides. Now, with their secrets revealed, each girl had the power to destroy the other by revealing her lesbianism, but it would also result in her own destruction.
Alison had always considered her attractive sorority sisters forbidden fruit. They were a significant part of her other life, and she enjoyed their camaraderie, never having had a sister of her own. However, of all of the pretty girls in Gamma Delta, and there were a lot of them, she had always considered Carolyn the sexiest, and had more than once fantasized about eating Carolyn's pussy.
There was no sense in hiding or turning tail and running out of the club, Alison thought. Excusing herself from her too-handsy dancing partner, Alison bravely walked straight up to the pretty Song Girl, just as she and her presumed older "date" sat down at a table.
"Hi Carolyn," Alison courageously said. There was no point in beating around the bush as to why either was there that night. "Oh, hi Alison," the Song Girl uncomfortably replied. Remembering her manners, Carolyn introduced Alison to the diamond-bejeweled, designer-dressed, older woman.
"Alison is one of my sorority sisters," explained Carolyn. It was clear that the older woman was very familiar with Carolyn's background at USC. "Alison, this is Mrs. Marcus." Alison smiled and said hello, trying to make no issue of their obvious age differences.
Alison by now knew enough about lesbian women to see that Mrs. Marcus was mouth-wateringly attracted to her. Carolyn and Alison, although both blondes, were a contrast in body types. Alison was a slender, tan, beachy-blonde like Peggy Lipton or Michelle Phillips, while Carolyn was more overtly voluptuous, like Barbara Eden or Meredith MacRae.
The elegant older woman asked Carolyn to sit down. Alison looked to Carolyn for even the slightest sign for her to get lost. Instead, Carolyn happily encouraged Alison to join them.
The conversation was easy, and Mrs. Marcus ordered drinks for the trio. The immaculately-coiffed older woman alternately placed her hand on Carolyn's hand, and then on Alison's. Alison smiled knowingly. That was her signature seduction move as well.
Carolyn said that she needed to powder her nose, and asked Alison to join her. Mrs. Marcus smiled knowingly as the two beautiful blonde coeds got up from the table. She knew that it would be an interesting conversation between the two of them.
Carolyn was the first to speak, "Well, I have to admit that I'm a bit surprised to see you here." "Me too," Alison quickly replied. Carolyn tried to explain why she was in the lesbian club that night: "Well, I'm not `really' a lesbian, I definitely like men. Mrs. Marcus is the wife of Otto Marcus, the famous Producer. If I'm nice to her, Mr. Marcus sees to it that I get acting work. I've already been on "The Doris Day Show" and "Ironside."
Carolyn explained that the Marcus marriage was one of convenience. Both were gay, and had married as a cover for their numerous same-sex dalliances. Carolyn said that it was a more common situation than one would think in Hollywood circles.
"Mrs. Marcus lives in Beverly Hills, and her husband has a bungalow in Malibu where he takes the young boys who want to break into show business. He breaks `em in all right," Carolyn said disdainfully.
The Song Girl then threw Alison an unexpected curveball. "Why don't you join us tonight? It could be a lot of fun." Carolyn gently squeezed one of Alison's braless breasts, and looking around the bathroom stalls, gave Alison a brief, but enticing kiss on the lips. "Besides, Mrs. Marcus can be a help if you want it."
"What the hell," Alison thought. She hadn't been in a threesome since Susan and one of her friends had engaged her company while she was still in high school.
Walking back to Mrs. Marcus at the table, Carolyn put her hand suggestively on the older woman's thigh and sexily whispered, "Alison has chosen to join us tonight." Mrs. Marcus beamed from ear-to-ear and excitedly asked for the check.
Alison agreed to leave her car in the parking lot to be picked up later. The three women sat comfortably in the big, bench seat of Mrs. Marcus' Cadillac sedan. The night was still comparatively young as the trio made the slow, 8-mile drive along surface streets from Studio City to Beverly Hills.
Mrs. Marcus had a large, opulent home off of Sunset Blvd., and Carolyn had obviously been there many times before as she opened a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator.
The bottle was quickly consumed before the older woman led her two agreeable young paramours to her large, ornate, mirror-festooned bedroom. Alison sat on the big, white canopied bed, and watched Carolyn enter the bathroom with a small travel bag.
Sitting next to Alison, Mrs. Marcus began to take liberties, kissing and petting the pretty, blonde college girl. Alison could see herself and the emboldened older woman from every direction thanks to the multitude of mirrors.
The USC sophomore was dressed in a colorful mini-dress, and the older woman began to impatiently squeeze and trace Alison's obviously braless young breasts with her eager fingers. Mrs. Marcus searched the back of Alison's short dress. Her hands finding the zipper, the wealthy Producer's wife slowly lowered the zipper down Alison's slender, tan back, and helped her to carefully remove her dress, which was hung up neatly.
Alison was down to just a pair of panties when Mrs. Marcus began to remove her jewelry and undress. The married woman, who Alison estimated to be about 45-years-old, couldn't have been more than 5'2" tall, but she was attractively slender for a woman of her age.
Mrs. Marcus was about to take one of Alison's 34-B breasts into her mouth when Carolyn emerged from the bathroom. Carolyn had surprisingly changed into her pristine, white, Song Girl outfit from the earlier 1970 Rose Bowl. The white full-sleeve sweater had bold crimson and gold USC letters and embroidered roses that ran across Carolyn's shapely chest.
Mrs. Marcus was obviously interested in a show, and Alison would soon find herself a participant. Now dressed in lavender bra, panties, and garter belt with matching silk stockings, the middle-aged woman looked approvingly at the voluptuous Trojan Song Girl and asked her to perform a cheer.
Performing the traditional Southern California spell-out, Carolyn shook her pom-pom's and twirled her little skirt. Alison quickly discovered that Carolyn was not wearing panties. Additionally, Alison was now staring at the first shaven pussy that she had ever seen on a grown woman. It salaciously reminded Alison of little Carrie's preteen pussy when she was only 12.
Alison's boobs bounced seductively as Mrs. Marcus asked her to stand up and face her pretty sorority sister. Placing her hand inside Alison's white bikini panties, the impassioned older woman inquisitively rubbed Alison's labia before sitting back on the bed and giving instructions to the college girls.
"Take off her panties," Mrs. Marcus curtly instructed Carolyn. The Song Girl dutifully complied, lowering Alison's cotton panties to the floor. Carolyn and Mrs. Marcus appreciatively ogled Alison's full, blonde bush. "Play with it," the older woman ordered. Carolyn's fingers then began to probe Alison's pussy for several minutes. Alison's pink nipples snapped to full attention as a result of Carolyn's curious fingers, as they explored the folds of Alison's vagina.
"This is crazy... but kind of fun," Alison thought to herself. She was snapped back to her senses when instructed by Mrs. Marcus to "Lift Carolyn's skirt."
Instead of simply lifting Carolyn's cheer skirt, Alison's hand instinctively reached for Carolyn's bald pussy. Carolyn flinched at Alison's unanticipated touch. Emboldened and sexually worked up, the slender, naked beach girl kneeled, then suddenly disappeared beneath Carolyn's cheer skirt, excitedly licking and probing the Song Girl's shaven pussy.
Mrs. Marcus hand had drifted beneath her own silky lavender panties as she eagerly watched the blonde college sorority sisters. Alison's head bobbed frantically beneath the white, and cardinal and gold trimmed skirt. Carolyn sensuously rubbed her generous breasts through her ornately-embroidered Song Girl sweater.
Anxious to see what was going on, the older woman rose from the bed. Caressing Alison's naked ass, Mrs. Marcus curiously lifted Carolyn's skirt. Alison's hands had parted Carolyn's pussy lips, and her tongue was energetically licking Carolyn's hairless pussy. Mrs. Marcus added her impatient fingers to the mix, probing Carolyn's pussy while Alison continued to perform her exuberant cunnilingus on the beautiful USC Song Girl.
Carolyn loudly climaxed. It was her first "real" girl-girl orgasm. She had faked it before. Mrs. Marcus, clutching Alison's naked breasts, pulled the insatiable 20-year-old off of her sorority sister. The older woman was still desirous of a show, and placed Alison, still-naked, on her lap as she called upon Carolyn to continue.
Straightening her outfit, Carolyn resumed her seductive dance which quickly evolved into a slow striptease. With Alison on her lap, Mrs. Marcus eagerly squeezed one of the beach girl's boobs, while her hand searched between Alison's legs, penetrating the 20-year-old with two fingers as they watched Carolyn continue her dance.
With her skirt off, Carolyn performed a few high kicks and twirled enticingly. Alison looked forward to getting into Carolyn's thick, athletic ass. In one swift motion, Carolyn had removed her iconic, white cheer sweater and began to twirl it over her head while her large breasts shimmied from side-to-side alluringly.
Meanwhile, the older woman continued to rapidly and forcefully penetrate Alison's pussy with her well-manicured fingers.
With her dance completed, Carolyn practically jumped on top of Alison and Mrs. Marcus, pushing them back onto the King-Size canopied bed. Alison could feel Carolyn's impressively-sized boobs brush across her face as she fell on top of Mrs. Marcus.
Alison assisted Carolyn in undressing the Producer's wife. Alison began to kiss the older woman while Carolyn dutifully dove into Mrs. Marcus' thick, dark-haired pussy, licking energetically as the older woman moaned appreciatively until she came.
Reaching for Carolyn, Alison alternated placing the Song Girl's large boobs into her greedy mouth while Carolyn simultaneously fingered Alison and Mrs. Marcus.
When the older woman got up from the bed to fumble with some sex toys in her drawer, Alison took the opportunity to 69 with Carolyn, placing her thicker body on top of Alison's. While Carolyn licked Alison's pussy, Alison then happily stuck her face into Carolyn's big, bubble-butt. Carolyn kicked her legs in surprise when Alison dug her nose into Carolyn's unsuspecting rectum and began licking around the rim.
Looking up, Alison saw that the petite older woman was struggling to harness the large strap-on dildo to her tiny waist. Eventually, she would aggressively use the strap-on dildo on both college girls.
As a result of her one-night tryst with Mrs. Marcus, Alison would receive her SAG card for small walk-on roles and one-line speaking parts on General Hospital, The Partridge Family, Mannix, and Adam 12 among others. The extra money came in handy for Alison's college tuition, books, and rent. Heartthrob David Cassidy would curiously wonder why the pretty blonde had spurned his romantic advances. Few girls on the set had ever turned him down. Alison, however, was much more interested in pretty, 17-year-old Susan Dey.
Carolyn, though still protesting that she was not "really" a lesbian, would be an occasional overnight guest at Alison's apartment before graduating.
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Alison would receive a phone call from Silvia about two years later. The tall, buxom brunette apologized for not staying in touch, saying that she had been transferred by PSA to San Jose and no longer made the Burbank run.
Silvia excitedly told Alison to buy the August issue of Playboy when it comes out. While she had not been selected as a Playmate, she would be one of several girls in a nude pictorial feature on Flight Attendants. Silvia also proudly added that she had recently eaten the pussy of Miss May 1969 in Hugh Hefner's newly-built L.A. mansion grotto.
When August came around, Alison stopped by her local 7-11 to buy the new issue of Playboy. Sure enough, Silvia and her big boobs were on page 56.
The End of Part 3. Part 4 is on its way,
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