From Russia With Lust

Written by Centaur

Chapter 1 - The Party

Jessica was seriously angry with her mother. The twelve-year-old girl was sitting on her bed twisting the bedspread in her hands. How the fuck could her dumb ass mother not let her go to Leah's party, she whispered under her breath. She felt better saying those nasty words - even if it was just to herself. Didn't her mother understand that this was the big opportunity Jessica had been angling for since the beginning of the school year? To get to go to one of Leah's parties meant that you were one of the really like special eighth graders. Some really popular girls would be there, not just Leah but Tiffany and Vanessa too, and Vanessa's big brother Mike who was a freshman in high school. Leah had actually sought Jessica out after school and invited her, she want to go more than life itself, she just had to convince her bitch of a mother to let her go. She had already tried the sweet, hardworking daughter routine. She had scrubbed the kitchen until it sparkled, cleaned out the refrigerator and even reorganized the pantry. Her mother had just smiled at her when she got home from work and gave her a big hug.

"Thank you so much for being such a big help Jessie I really appreciate it - but you still can't go to that party on Saturday night. I just don't think you're quite old enough for a boy-girl party. Plus I've heard that some of those parties put on by that particular group of girls are very ... well let's just call them 'advanced' - Leah's parents are sort of strange too. You know I hear lots of things about the mother and ..."

"I can't believe you think those gossips that come to your shop really know what goes on at Leah's house" Jessica interrupted. "Her parents are there the whole time and there aren't any drugs or alcohol at all. You just think they're strange because they come from Europe and don't speak perfect English, you haven't even met them." Jessica's bright blue eyes flashed in anger as she confronted her mother.

Jessica had started a growth spurt in the last six months and stood almost as tall as her mother. Her light blond hair was halfway down her back and she usually wore it in a long ponytail. Her breasts had also blossomed into a B cup during the summer and the boys were definitely starting to notice her. She knew that if she could just get into the right group of girls before high school started next year her four years at Springdale High School would be wonderful. For some reason her mother had decided to block her every attempt to grow up - it just wasn't fair, Jessica thought, self-pity replacing the anger as her eyes filled up with tears.

"Crying won't get you to the party either honey, just relax, there will be lots of parties and missing one isn't the end of the world. Maybe when you get a little older baby." Connie reached out to hug her daughter.

"You just don't understand, you never understand" Jessica said, really crying now as she pushed her mother away and spun around fleeing from the room sobbing, slamming the door to her room closed behind herself.

Connie Mason, Jessica's mother, was a single mom who owned and operated her own small beauty shop - although she preferred to refer to it as a "hair salon". She had bought it with the money she had received from an insurance settlement from her husband's employers after he had been killed in an industrial accident. She had a pretty good cliental with a large repeat business, but working standing on her feet all day working on other women's hair was getting really tiring and she was thinking of hiring a couple of girls to work the floor while she concentrated on the office part of the business. Connie was just over thirty, having had Jessica right out of high school and her attractive face and trim body attracted a lot of cliental to the shop as well as a lot of covert glances from their husbands - particularly at her large, round breasts.

Over the past year or so several of Connie's clients had mentioned strange goings on over at Leah's Romanski's house - like frequent parties that sometimes seemed to last all night. Leah's parents, Sergey and Olga were recent immigrants from the Ukraine and kept pretty much to themselves. Olga was very tall and slender except for her large breasts. She had short, jet-black hair and long, slender fingers tipped with bright red nails. The rumor was that she had been in the Moscow ballet before they moved to the US, but Connie doubted it because of her chest size. She had only seen the couple at a distance in the supermarket parking lot, and it was pretty dark so she didn't get a good look, but Olga had to be at least a large C cup bust. Jessica would just have to wait until next year to go to those sorts of parties, and even then she wasn't sure that the Romanski's was a good place for her daughter to hang out she thought as she started dinner.

Sergey and Olga did all their grocery shopping late at night; Olga moving sensuously down the supermarket aisles with an unlit, long black cigarette between her full lips. Sergey was tall and thin as well. He had a thick shock of black hair and he always looked as if he hadn't shaved for a couple of days. His thick lips seemed to be constantly set in a sardonic smirk - as though he knew a secret that he found very amusing. Sergey was also usually seen with one of the long, black cigarettes hanging from the corner of his wide, thick-lipped mouth. Their 12-year-old daughter, Leah, was a carbon copy of her mother, a tall and willowy brunette with short black hair and an amazingly large chest for a pre-teen. She had an accent that seemed to straight out of an old Garbo movie. Her exotic appearance, large breasts and aloof attitude made her almost irresistible to the boys in her middle school - as well as some of the high school boys like Vanessa's brother, Mike. Leah treated all the boys with a cool aloofness that only increased her desirability, it was as if she was older than her peers and had no time for their childish pushing and shoving. She usually wore short skirts, dark tights, and a body suit top that emphasized her large breasts. There was always a group of boys following her down the halls at school admiring the view and trying, to no avail, to get her attention. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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