One For All ...
by Ann Douglas
Stepping into the building vestibule, Stephanie Morgan
shook the water from her umbrella. It had only been a little over
two block walk from the bus stop, but she had gotten soaked
nevertheless. Opening her raincoat, the 24 year old blond made an
attempt to shake that dry as well.
It had been bad luck that her brother Jerry’s car had
picked tonight of all nights not to start up. He had promised to
drop her off at her friend Rachel’s new apartment. No matter, she
reluctantly concluded, at least she was here now.
"Lets see," she mused as she ran her finger across the row
of intercom buttons. "Alexander ... Markham ... Ford ... here it is,
Lieberman, 5B"
It took a few moments to get a response, then a
semi-distorted voice filtered through the speaker.
"Hello?" the female voice asked.
"Rachel, it’s me Stef." she replied.
"Come on up," Rachel said as the buzzer sounded and the
inner door unlocked. "I’m in the shower."
"She’s in the shower?" Stephanie laughed as she glanced
back out into the rain covered street.
As she walked up the stairs to the fifth floor apartment,
Stephanie couldn’t help but envy her girlfriends new
accommodations. To someone still living at home, the small
apartment complex might has well been a palace. There was no way
the salesgirl could afford a place like this on her salary.
Of course Rachel really couldn’t afford a place like this on
her salary either. The building was owned by Martin Lieberman,
who when asked by his widowed sister-in-law to help her daughter
find an apartment was more than happy to find her this one. It
was a small thing to make a woman he’d admired for years happy.
Besides, having his niece living here assured him a honest pair of
eyes to watch over his investment.
Reaching the fifth floor of the small apartment building,
Stephanie found that there were some limits to Mr. Lieberman's
generosity after all. Apartment 5B was a small studio apartment,
one of three on the top floor. Trying the door, she found it
unlocked and stepped inside.
"Rachel," the blue eyed blond called out as she closed the
door behind her.
"I'm in here, Stef," came a reply from the bathroom, a
voice much more recognizable than the one that had come over the
intercom. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be out in a few
minutes."
Hanging her coat, on the rack by the door, Stephanie
checked the short red dress she was wearing. It was a little damp
but otherwise okay. She had gotten home late and didn’t have time
to change clothes.
As she waited, Stephanie took in her surroundings. The
apartment might be small, but it had a certain charm. The first
feature she noticed were large twin skylights in the ceiling. The
soft patter of rain could be heard against them. On a clear day or
night, they would give a nice natural light to the room.
On the far left, a large bay window also added to the natural
light. The view beyond it was nothing special, but it was a nice
feature. A kitchenette over by the bathroom entrance consisted
of a small refrigerator, a stovetop and microwave. And of course a
kitchen sink.
There really wasn't much in the way of decoration on the
walls, but then Rachel had only been living there a few weeks. The
center of the room was dominated by a large green oversized
U-shaped sofa. In addition to the deep cushions, it was covered
with equally push and oversized pillows. Rachel had mentioned to
her that she used the sofa in place of a bed.
At the open end of the couch was one of those small self
assembly entertainment centers, the bottom of which was filled
with her friend's old stereo system . What was new was the large
35-inch color television, a housewarming gift from Rachel's
grandmother. The couch had been one from her mother.
On both sides of the television were some framed
photographs. One brought a smile to Stephanie’s face. The 5 x 7
picture was very familiar to the 24 year old. A smaller version was
stuck in the mirror frame in her own bedroom. The picture had
been taken last summer at the Oakdale Mall Talent Show.
Centered in the picture was Rachel of course. She always
had to be the center of attention. To her right was Stephanie
herself. That was when her hair had been down to her shoulders,
rather than the short curly look she now wore.
To Rachel's left was a much smaller girl, whose mixed
Philippine, Chinese and Spanish heritage had given her a soft brown
complexion. Her very short black hair and unisex features gave
her an androgynous look. In fact, if it wasn't for the small mounds
protruding from her chest, she might've been mistaken for a
teenage boy. Her name was Annie Liu, but everyone called her
Penny. Despite her teenage looks, she was 20 years old.
The last member of the quartet was a tall black woman
standing just behind and to the left of Rachel. Five foot ten, she
stood half a head taller than any of the others, more than that in
the case of Penny's five two. Her skin was ebony black, a sharp
contrast to both Rachel and Stephanie. Most men first noticed
her somewhat ample bust. In the case of women it was her jet
black hair which she usually wore in an elaborate design. At 26,
Pamela Wilson was the oldest member of their little band.
All four women worked at the Oakdale Mall. Rachel was a
medical assistant. Stephanie was a sales representative at one of
the large department stores. Penny worked at her Uncle's
restaurant. She was also a college student. Pamela was the
associate manager of an office supply store.
Despite their differences in ages and backgrounds, they had
all become friends over countless shared lunches. Soon their
friendships had extended beyond work. The picture had captured
one of the highlights of that friendship. Billing themselves as the
Four Musketeers, so named because those were the only costumes
they could find, they had entered the talent show as a singing
group. It was more fun than hard work and the money went to
charity. To their surprise, they finished in second place. Since
then they still jokingly referred to themselves as the Four
Musketeers.
"We'd have gotten first," Stephanie thought as she
replaced the picture on the entertainment center. "If we paraded
around half naked like Judy Peterman. The judges were more
impressed by her big nipples sticking through her blouse than her
singing."
"Any sign of the rain letting up?" Rachel asked as she
walked out of the bathroom.
"No, it looks like tonight’s a total washout." Stephanie
replied as she turned around at the sound of her voice.
"A pity." Rachel commented as she walked over to Stephanie
and kissed her on the cheek as a friendly hello.
Covered only by a large bath towel that she had wrapped
around herself, Rachel walked over to a large dresser that lined
the far wall, still drying her hair as she walked.
"It really sucks that it had to rain tonight" Rachel said ,
pulling a pair of panties and an oversized T-shirt from the top
drawer. "I was looking forward to that concert."
The original plan for the evening was for a girls night out.
One of their favorite local bands was holding an open air concert in
Marshall Park. They'd planned to take dinner a couple of blankets
and a few bottles of wine out to enjoy the music. Unfortunately
Mother Nature had other ideas. So rather than let the night go to
waste, they had decided to have a girl's night in instead.
"Penny and Pamela are picking up the food." Rachel said as
she unwrapped the towel from around her and let it fall to the
floor. "I'm not sure what they're getting, but knowing Pamela it's
sure to be something interesting." she added as she stood there
nude as the day she was born.
"I guess so." Stephanie replied in an strained tone.
Silly as she knew it was, Stephanie felt it a little strange for
her friend to be standing nude in front of her as they continued
their conversation. It wasn't of course the first time she'd seen
Rachel naked. They'd gone to the beach many times, as well as
clothes shopping both together and as part of the group. They'd
shared dressing rooms many times, but somehow it now seemed
different -- somewhat out of context maybe, standing naked in the
living room. Then she reminded herself that this was also Rachel's
bedroom, a place where it was perfectly natural for her to be nude.
Stephanie also considered that she felt uncomfortable
because when they'd first met, Rachel and she had almost the
same physical build, the main difference being Rachel's darker
brown hair and slightly larger breasts. That difference had grown
to more than a few pounds of extra weight on Stephanie. Despite
assurances from many of her friends that she looked better with
the extra weight, which was still within the norm for her size, she
always felt self-conscious about it. It was an outgrowth of her
teen years when she had actually been overweight.
It didn't take Rachel long to put on the pair of panties and
the T-shirt she had taken out. Since she was home and not
planning to go out, she didn't see the need for anything more.
With her breasts still a little damp, Rachel's much darker nipples
clearly showed through the thin cotton.
"Judy Peterman would’ve been proud." Stephanie thought
with a laugh as her discomfort passed.
Fifteen minutes passed as the two of them sat on the couch
and chatted. They had seen each other that morning so it was more
a matter of killing time until the others showed up than anything
else.
"Oh by the way," Rachel said, "Remind me to give you keys
to get in here before you leave. That way you can let yourself in
the next time you come over. I've got one for Penny too and I've
already given one to Pamela."
"Okay," Stephanie answered.
"But be sure to check and make sure that my name shows in
the peephole plate on the door." Rachel grinned mischievously.
"Cause if its blank, it means that I've got company and you
should definitely knock first."
Stephanie had to laugh at the warning. Although living at
home didn't afford her the privacy to use such a system, she'd
heard about it from her cousin who used something like it at
college.
The laughter was cut short by the sound of the intercom
buzzer. Rachel got up and pressed the speaker button.
"Food delivery." came the voice from the speaker which
both women recognized as Penny's.
In reply, Rachel reached up and hit the button that unlocked
the front door.
"Come on up." she said.
She then went and opened up the apartment door, waiting
for their friends to come up.
"I wonder why Pamela didn't use her key?" she said. "I hope
she didn't lose it already.
The reason turned out to be even simpler. When Penny got to
the top floor, Pamela wasn't with her.
"I hope someone is going to give me a hand with this," the
smaller girl called out as she indicated the three shopping bags she
was burdened down with. "These aren't exactly light."
Rachel grabbed the largest bag, surprised by its weight. It
was obvious that it contained more than take out food.
"Where’s Pamela?" Rachel asked as she led the shorter girl
into the apartment.
"There was some sort of problem at the store," Penny said
as she laid the two bags of food on the kitchen counter. "She said
for me to go along without her. Said she should be along later, but
looking at the way everyone was running around the Office Bin, I
doubt it."
"So I guess its just the three of us then." Rachel noted as
she helped Penny empty the bags. "And as usual you’ve brought
enough food to feed a half dozen."
"Well I just like to give everyone a good variety," Penny
laughed. "Besides, my Uncle was just going to have to toss it all if
I didn’t take it."
"And some of us can eat like a horse and still look like a
sparrow." Stephanie said from the couch with a bit of envy in her
voice.
"Oh hi, Stef," Penny said as she peeled off her brown
leather bomber jacket. "I didn’t see you at first."
"Story of my life." Stephanie laughed as they exchanged a
brief hug.
True to her sometimes tomboy image, Penny was wearing
jeans, sneakers and a short sleeved corduroy shirt. Stephanie
wished she could dress for work like that. Penny’s hair looked like
it was cut even shorter than the last time she’d seen her. Most
woman couldn’t get away with hair like that, but on the short girl it
certainly worked.
"So what’s on the agenda for tonight?" asked Penny.
"Well I guess some good food, a little wine and whatever’s
on the TV." Rachel replied. "With weather like this I think club
hoppings out for tonight. So its just us girls."
"Unless you have a guy or two in those bags." Stephanie
quipped.
Penny made a show of checking the two empty shopping
bags, then looked at her friends with a disappointing look.
"I knew I forgot something," she laughed. "And
Willoughby’s was running a special on cute young guys tonight, too."
All three of them laughed at the joke as they made up
plates from the food Penny had brought. Rachel took a cold bottle
from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass of wine to go
with the dinner.
Conversation over dinner made the meal that much more
enjoyable. They had just about finished when Stephanie noticed
the last of Penny’s packages still on the floor.
"So what’s with the other bag?" Stephanie asked as she
ate.
"Oh I almost forgot," Penny replied with excitement. "Let
me get it."
Dropping the bag on the center of the countertop, Penny
peeled it away to reveal a small statuette. It was a semi-nude
woman riding a horse. She was clad in battle armor and held a
sword and shield. Engraved on the base was the title of the piece -
Valkyrie.
"It’s just a little apartment warming gift." Penny explained.
"When I saw it in the Sci Fi and Fantasy shop I just fell in love
with it."
"It’s beautiful," Rachel exclaimed. "I know just the place
for it."
With that, she picked it up and carried it over to the
entertainment center. A moment later it occupied a place of
honor on it.
"Guess we should see what’s on the tube." Stephanie said,
feeling a little bad that she hadn’t brought a gift too.
"Might as well." Rachel said as she picked up the cable
remote. "Bring the wine in with you."
As the girls settled in, each on their own section of the
couch, Rachel tossed the remote to Penny who had sat to her right.
"Since you brought such a lovely gift, you get to pick what
we watch." she said.
"All right!" Penny yelled. "The ultimate power -- control of
the remote."
It quickly became apparent that even with over 80 channels,
there wasn’t a great deal to watch -- at least not tonight. Penny
started with all the prime movie channels, HBO, Showtime,
Cinemax, all showing films they had seen before. Next she tried
some of the oldies channels, some of those classics were pretty
good. But they struck out there as well.
"It helps if you stop at a channel for more than 30 seconds."
Stephanie suggested with a smile.
"Okay rocket scientist, lets see you do better." Penny
grinned back as she tossed the remote across the couch.
"The secret," Stephanie said as she clicked on the channel
up button. "Is not to randomly jump around the dial but to start at
the bottom and work your way up."
Channel by channel flashed by -- a kaleidoscope of
entertainment ranging from movies to game shows, how to shows to
cooking help.
"This is entertaining," Penny said. "Maybe we should try a
board game instead or maybe..."
The short black haired girl stopped in mid-sentence, her
attention grabbed by the image that had just appeared on the
large screen.
"Now that’s what I call entertainment!!" Penny cried out,
pointing to the screen.
"Omigod, Rachel!" Stephanie gasped as she turned from the
screen to her friend. "What are you doing with the porno channel?"
"Who cares?" Penny interrupted. "I like this."
"Its not what you think," Rachel said. "I only ordered basic
cable. Who has the money to pay for all those premium channels?"
"And they all just appeared one day on your TV," Stephanie
laughed. "Like magic."
"Actually,..." Stephanie hesitated for a moment. "When the
cable guy hooked this all up, he asked if I wanted all the stations."
"Yeah, right, you just smiled at him and he gave you all this."
Stephanie mocked with a smile.
"All right, he also asked me to dinner." she admitted.
"I bet I know what you had." Penny laughed as she opened
her mouth and slid her hand back and forth in front of it, as if she
were performing oral sex.
"You know better than that, Penny." Rachel said in a sharp
rebuke.
"Oh that’s right, I forgot." the 20 year old lied. "You don’t
do things like that."
Truth was, Rachel actually didn’t. In the eight years of her
sexual life, she’d performed oral sex on a guy a total of only two
times. The second had only been to confirm the conclusion she’d
come to after the first: namely that it wasn’t something she ever
wanted to do again.
It didn’t make her a prude by any means, she was far from
it. When Rachel finally warmed up to a man enough to want him in
her bed, she was every guys dream: a woman who was warm and
supportive in public -- and a wanton whore in the bedroom. The
only problem was that most guys didn’t make it to that level with
her. Most usually lost interest when they learned she didn’t suck
cock. The cute cable guy had been one of them.
"Maybe Rachel doesn’t," Stephanie noted, her eyes glued to
the television. "But that girl certainly does."
The wide 35 inch screen was now filled with the image of a
large breasted blonde who was giving quite a demonstration in the
art of fellatio. The young man’s cock she had swallowed practically
whole was also quite impressive.
"She is good at it," Penny laughed. "Maybe you should take
notes, Rachel
Rachel made a disapproving face.
"Yeah, like that guy's really that big! I’ll bet that’s as fake
as that bimbo’s tits."
"Looks pretty real to me." Penny said.
"Special effects," Rachel suggested. "You can’t tell me
you’ve ever seen a guy that big for real."
"I have ... " Stephanie started to say without thinking, then
caught herself."
It was a momentary slip of the tongue, but each of the
other girls caught it immediately.
"Tell, tell." they both called out. "Truth or Dare. You know
the rules."
It was a game they had played among themselves, a game of
sexual secrets. If any of them admitted to a sexual secret, they
had to tell or take a dare. The dares had sometimes been far
worse than the truth.
"Come on Stef," Penny encouraged. "Truth or Dare?" she
added with wicked emphasis on the second choice."
Stephanie considered the possible consequences of a dare
for a brief moment, then decided on the truth.
"Robby McPherson." she answered in a low voice.
"What was that?" Rachel asked, cupping her hand around
her ear as if she was hard of hearing.
"Robby McPherson!" Stephanie repeated in a louder voice.
"Robby McPherson!" Penny also repeated in an even louder
voice.
"That computer geek who worked at the mall last summer,"
Rachel chimed in. "That Robby McPherson?"
"Yes." Stephanie responded simply.
"What the hell where you thinking?" Rachel asked.
"I can’t believe you dated that loser." Penny added when
Stephanie didn’t reply.
"He was not a loser!" Stephanie snapped back. "And I didn’t
date him ... I fucked him! There I said it, are you happy." she
added, taking a large drink from her wine glass.
"Shit, Stef, that’s even worse." Rachel said. "Why would
you do a thing like that?"
In reply, Stephanie held up both hands and brought them
together until they stopped about nine inches apart. Her meaning
was obvious to her friends. It was a gesture they’d use in
reference to guys many times. The only difference was that this
time it wasn’t a diminutive allusion.
"You’re shitting me." Rachel said, eyeing the gap between
her hands.
"Honest truth." Stephanie said, a term none of them would
ever lie about.
"Fuck!" Rachel exclaimed. "Who’d have ever thought it."
"Wait a minute," Penny cut them off. "Not so fast."
Stephanie and Rachel both turned to their girlfriend.
"Look, I’m willing to accept that maybe Robby McPherson,
jerk that he might have been, is hung like a horse. And I’ll even
admit that given the chance, anyone of us would’ve fucked him too.
But there is no way that you could’ve known that before you
hopped into bed with him!"
"Actually, it was the back seat of his Dad’s car." Stephanie
grinned. "And I did know, my brother Jerry told me."
Both girls remembered Jerry Morgan had also worked at the
mall last summer. In fact, he had been one of the few people who
had been friends with Robby.
"How would Jerry know how big he was?" Rachel asked.
"And why would he tell you?"
"The same way I know Judy Peterman has a large birthmark
mole on her ass: the locker room showers." Stephanie said. "And
as to the why, I asked him once out of idle curiosity who had the
biggest cock in the mall."
"I still don’t buy it," Penny said. "If my brother asked me
which girl in the shower had the best boobs, I can’t imagine
answering him. And I definitely can’t imagine me asking him to
check out cocks for me -- or have him actually do it if I did."
"Well, maybe he would," Stephanie answered with a devious
smile on her face. "If you’d gotten him laid."
"You got him laid?" Penny asked in disbelief.
"Well he thinks I got him laid," Stephanie admitted.
"Actually all I did was introduce him to Gloria Nelson."
"You got him laid," Rachel stated with authority. "All you
had to do was introduce him to that teencock hungry bitch."
Gloria Nelson was a 37 year-old assistant manager at the
Oakdale Mall. Twice divorced, it was no secret among most of the
women who worked there that the redhead had a weakness for
barely legal boys. Her various sexual escapades would have been
enough to get her fired, if not for the fact that her family was one
of the most prominent in town.
Unless one of her conquests turned out to be underage --
she was always very careful about that -- or one of the young men
filed a complaint, even more unlikely after she had freely given
them what they all would agree was one hot piece of ass -- Gloria
would continue with her little appetites.
"I guess that would be enough to get him to check out some
cocks for you." Penny finally admitted.
"To be honest, since that’s the nature of the game,"
Stephanie mused, "I think most guys, Jerry included, do check the
others out, to see how they compare with each other. They just
don’t want to admit they look at other guys."
"That’s probably true." both girls agreed, remembering
secretly checking out classmates in the showers back when they all
started to develop.
"Now can we forget about all this and watch the movie or
something?" Stephanie asked.
"Okay," Penny agreed. "But I’m still mad at you for one
thing."
"What’s that?" Stephanie asked somewhat confused.
"You knew that twerp had a 9-inch cock and you didn’t tell
any of the rest of us!"
All three of them burst into laughter as Rachel refilled all
their glasses.
For the next three quarters of an hour, the girls watched
the adult film, offering jokes and comments about what they saw.
Also during that time they finished off the first bottle of wine and
worked their way halfway through a second. Rachel had also
thrown a bag of popcorn into the microwave. After all, what fun
was a movie without popcorn?
The plot of the movie, such as there was of one, was that of
an adult television station trying to pick its new fall line-up. A
mixture of men and women sat in a boardroom, watching short clips
of various pilots. It was one such show that the girls had already
watched. The clips were short on plot but long on sex. As they
went on, the members of the selection committee became more and
more aroused. A condition each of the girls could sympathize with,
even if they didn’t want to admit it.
The appearance of a small Asian woman on the screen
brought immediate comments from Rachel and Stephanie that she
resembled Penny, though in fact the multicultrual girl was
different everywhere beyond Asian features and similar height.
"I don’t look like that," Penny declared in mock protest,
adding with a laugh, "I have much nicer tits."
It didn’t take long for the Asian actress to become involved
with her male co-star. In fact, it took less than two minutes for
these supposedly total strangers to get naked and go at it. As
they did, Penny’s friends continued to remark at how much the girl
on the screen really looked like her.
"I don’t know Penny," Stephanie mused as she watched the
actress deep throat the man who was as generously endowed as the
actor in the first clip. "We’ve double dated and I have to say, that
sure looks like you."
"Yeah, are you sure you haven’t been moonlighting?" Rachel
chimed in.
"Why?" Penny laughed. "Are you jealous?"
Their friendly barbs continued as the on-screen couple
continued their endeavors. The man climbed behind the girl and
positioned his cock against her ass. With a loud grunt, he pushed
his manhood inside her, accompanied by squeals of encouragement
from his partner.
"Ouch!" Stephanie cried. "That’s got to hurt!"
"Well, that proves that’s not me." Penny grimaced. ‘This
little ass is much too tight for something that big." she quipped as
she patted her bottom.
"I don’t know," Rachel mused. "I’ve heard that if it’s done
right it can be quite fun. After all, isn’t that what gay guys do?
There has to be something pleasurable about it."
"Well when you find out, you can let the rest of us know."
Stephanie retorted, wondering if perhaps her friend had already
tried it and didn’t want to admit it.
Another scene change brought an older woman in her forties
to the screen, already riding atop a young man who couldn’t be far
out of his teens. Almost immediately all three of them called out
the name of Gloria Nelson. The fact that this woman was a
brunette instead of a redhead mattered little.
"I guess that makes that your brother Jerry laying
underneath her." Penny offered.
"No way," Stephanie retorted. "My brother has a much
better bod."
As one, Penny and Rachel snapped their heads around to look
in astonishment.
"Oh come on, you both have brothers." Stephanie added
tartly. "You can’t tell me that somewhere along the line you haven’t
gotten a peek at them, just like I’m sure they’ve gotten a peek at
you."
Silence gave truth to her assertion. It was obvious that the
wine, and the movie, were much responsible for her frankness.
Back on the screen, the Gloria Nelson surrogate was riding
the younger man like a rodeo rider atop a bull. Her large
unrestrained breasts bouncing in all directions. The look of
ecstasy on her face was a powerful enticement to the joys of
teenage boys.
"What do you think will happen first?" Penny asked. "He
pops his cork or that bed collapses beneath them?"
"I’d say 50 - 50 either way." Rachel answered.
"I’ll go with his popping his cork," Stephanie bet. "That bed
is stronger than it looks."
Less than an minute later, Stephanie won the bet as "Gloria"
suddenly jumped off the young man and spun around on the bed,
her hand never releasing its grip on his hard cock. Soon as the
brunette’s face reached his boyhood, it exploded in a shower of
hot whiteness, covering her eager lips and cheeks with his eruption.
The preview faded from view, to be replaced by another
scene. It looked like the locker room of the local high school.
From off camera, the sound of running water could be heard from
the showers.
"Anyone care to guess what kind of scene this one is going to
be?" Penny asked, turning the movie into a sort of guessing game.
"My guess is the Quarterback and Cheerleader." Rachel said
as she tossed half a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Teacher and Student’s my guess." Stephanie said.
"I’m going to go with a gang bang." Penny offered with a
wicked grin.
The Asian girl won that round as the star of the little epic, a
tall statuesque blonde dressed in a very tight white uniform came
into the locker room. Evidently she was supposed to be the school
nurse. She acted surprised when the sound of running water
ceased and a half dozen naked hunks walked into view.
In no time at all, the busty blonde was laying on one of the
benches, a stiff member in each of her hands, a hard one in her
mouth, a fourth and fifth in her shaved pussy and tight ass.
Standing just off to the right of the after-school orgy was the
best looking of all the guys, playfully stroking the largest cock of
the group and waiting for an opening he could put it into.
"Guess she never heard of the idea that you can have too
much of a good thing." Rachel commented.
"Maybe," Penny said. "But I’d be glad to take care of the
odd man out there."
"Get in line girl." Stephanie cut in.
For so energetic a scene, it turned out to be surprisingly
short. The odd man out never did find his hole, but joined in with
his buddies in giving the nurse a cum shower.
"Well, so much for the idea that more is better." Rachel
said.
"Yeah, I think I prefer my sex one on one," Stephanie
added.
"Me too," Penny chimed in. "Well, maybe two on one, but no
more than that. Except maybe on special occasions of course."
Rachel and Stephanie both laughed, not sure how much of
Penny’s statement was intended as a joke.
The scene shifted back to the boardroom were several of
the network executives were now in various stages of undress,
already engaged in sexual acts. One of the female executives, a
dark haired thirty year old, was spread across the table, her dress
up around her waist, her legs spread wide. Buried between those
legs was the face of a male executive. Kneeing beside that man
was one of the secretaries, her own mouth wrapped tightly around
the cock sticking out from his three hundred dollar suit.
At the head of the table, the silver-gray haired chairman of
the board was also missing the lower half of his high priced suit,
his own cock however was not as visible. Instead it was buried in
the red-haired mound of the second secretary who was being
mounted doggie style by the senior executive.
At the head of the room, the narrator of the film, who had
also introducing the TV pilots, was trying to ignore the spectacle
before him. He continued to tell about the last show on the agenda.
It began to run on the monitor as the narrator threw up his hand in
surrender and pulled out his cock, sliding it into the mouth of the
redhead.
The boardroom image faded, replaced by the kitchen of a
small apartment. Standing at the counter, her back to the camera,
was a young Hispanic woman in her twenties. Wearing a pair of cut
off shorts and a red and white striped tank top, she was pouring
herself a cup of coffee. As she turned to face the camera, a
second cup be came visible on the counter. A smile crossed her lips
as she tasted the steaming liquid.
Another figure then entered the kitchen, a light skinned
brunette wearing a blue bathrobe. Her tousled short hair gave
added evidence that she had just gotten out of bed. Pushing a lock
of loose hair away from her eyes, she accepted the second cup of
coffee. In a brief chat the new arrival's name was revealed as
Donna and the coffee maker's as Modesta.
In no time at all, Donna’s robe fell opened, revealing a soft
body accented by small curving mounds, the pink nipples of which
were both hard and visible. The cup at her lips was quickly
replaced by the equally hot lips of her companion.
With dazzling speed, the darker skinned girl traced a wet
path down from the brunettes lips to her breast. The nipple of
which quickly disappeared between her lips.
"Oh my!" Stephanie gasped as she watched the onscreen
encounter advance to the next stage. She had crossed the room to
pick up some more muchies, but had stopped in mid step at the
sight.
In no time at all, Modesta's attention dropped below her
companion’s waist. Stephanie had seen women kiss each other on a
few daring television shows, had even seen them caress each
other’s breasts in an R rated film, but never had she seen a woman
performing oral sex on another woman.
The camera zoomed in, giving a close up view of Modesta’s
tongue darting up and into the pink recesses of Donna’s pussy. The
picture was so vivid that Stephanie could see the shiny layer of
nectar Modesta’s ministrations had produced.
‘God, could you ever imagine doing something like that?"
Stephanie asked, her eyes never leaving the screen.
It took a few long seconds for her to realize her friends
hadn’t answered -- which she found unusual. She couldn’t ever
remember them being at a loss for words!
"Could you ever imagine doing anything like that?" she
repeated, assuming they hadn’t heard her.
The continued silence finally broke her fixation on the
screen. She turned her attention back to Rachel. The look on her
girlfriend’s face was akin to that of a kid who’d been caught with a
hand in the cookie jar.
"You’re kidding!" Stephanie declared.
"Well, if you can be honest about Robby McPherson, then I
should be honest too." Rachel admitted.
"I don’t believe it," Stephanie said. "I think now you’re
putting me on. Who have you ever done it with?"
Rachel took a moment to think about her answer. Stephanie
expected Rachel to say some distant friend, if anything. Instead
the brunette looked past the blond to the other end of the
couch.
Stephanie followed her line of sight, until it stopped on an
equally guilty face.
"Oh no, you had me going for a moment," Stephanie said, a
touch of amusement in her tone. "But now you’re stretching this a
bit too far -- just a little bit over the top. That was almost as
good as that story you had me believing about Tracy Conway last
month.
Tracy Conway was a somewhat masculine woman in her
thirties who also worked in the Mall at a sporting goods store. One
night, following a few hours of bar-hopping, the other girls had
convinced Stephanie that Tracy was female as the result of a sex
change operation. It took Stephanie a week to discover it had
been a joke.
Stephanie looked again at both of her friends. Neither one
of them were laughing this time. Instead they shared a silent
communication.
Without a word Penny got up from the couch and walked
past Stephanie. When she reached Rachel, the young Asian woman
reached up and gently stroked her cheek. Then she pulled the
taller woman down to her level and kissed her on the lips.
It was a soft kiss at first, the kind that one friend might
give another, no different than some Stephanie herself had gotten.
Then it became more and more erotic, a melding of lips and eager
tongues. Rachel responded in turn, pressing hard against the
younger girl.
Stephanie was still trying to decide if this was a gag when
Penny pushed the game even further. She slipped her hand up
under Rachel’s T-shirt and fondled the naked flesh beneath it.
Breaking the kiss, she pulled up the thin material and
planted kisses on Rachel’s now exposed breasts as well. Mimicking
Modesta’s actions on the cable station, Penny slid her tongue under
Rachel’s erect nipple and guided it into her mouth.
"Shit," Stephanie finally exclaimed in a rush of air. "This
isn’t a joke."
With that, the two lovers ended their embrace and faced
their friend. Their faces now reflected a look of expectation.
Glancing back at the TV image, Stephanie noted that the
two woman were now locked in a 69 position, their mouths pressed
tightly in each other’s wet mounds. What truly startled her was
that, in her mind, instead of Donna and Modesta, the forms she
now saw pressed together were those of Rachel and Penny.
"Is it really as much fun as it looks?" she wondered out loud.
In reply, she felt a soft hand come to rest on her shoulder.
"We’d be happy to show you if you’re really interested."
Rachel said. "The only reason we never asked before is we weren’t
sure of how you’d react."
"Then why did you tell me now?" Stephanie asked.
"Honestly, I’m not sure," Rachel laughed softly, trying to
break the underlying tension. "I didn’t plan it this way, it just
seemed the perfect time."
Stephanie thought about it for a brief moment and decided
that events had indeed made this the perfect time. The wine, the
conversation they’d been having had put them all at ease with what
would normally have been a very awkward subject.
"And if I thought that this wasn’t the sort of thing for
me?" Stephanie asked.
"Then I hope we’d just forget it all and still be the same
friends we all were 10 minutes ago." Rachel replied.
Stephanie again looked past Rachel to Penny. The younger
girl hadn’t said a single word since Rachel’s revelation. She didn’t
have to. The look in her eyes and on her face was a mixture of
apprehension and lust.
"Well I’ve always said," Stephanie said, placing her hand
atop Rachel’s. "You should try everything in life -- at least once."
She shifted her body ever so slightly, just enough to bring
herself face to face with Rachel. Leaning forward, she pressed
her lips against her.
It wasn’t the first time she had ever kissed Rachel. There
had been many occasions when she kissed other girls, but never like
this. The touch of their lips now seemed electric. A warmth
spread throughout their bodies from that brief contact. The kiss
was at the same time both brief and endless.
Still unsure of the situation, Rachel let Stephanie take the
lead. It wasn’t until the blond kissed her a second time that
Rachel began to respond.
Stephanie closed her eyes and let the passion building within
her take control. She pushed her tongue into Rachel’s mouth,
exploring the softness of it’s mirror image.
Rachel took hold of Stephanie’s hands and pressed them
against her breasts. Tentatively, she explored the material
covered mounds. It was the first time she had ever felt the
softness of a another woman’s breast, the hardness of erect
nipples.
As Stephanie continued to explore her friend's body, Rachel
slid her own hands up and down her friend’s back. She took hold of
the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, exposing the flesh
beneath it. She caressed that flesh, running her nails across it.
The touch of a new hand caused Stephanie to open her eyes.
Penny now stood next to her as well, a wide smile on her face.
Stephanie shifted her attention to the youngest of her friends and
kissed her too. A kiss equal in intensity to that she had just given
Rachel. To Stephanie’s delight, the reaction she felt to it was also
the same.
The three young women stood interlocked in the center of
the room, kissing, exploring each others bodies, loosening clothing
and searching out the flesh beneath it.
"Maybe we should all just take a minute and get
comfortable." Rachel suggestion.
The others nodded their agreement, and they all took a few
steps back from each other. Rachel was wearing the least so it
took her only a few seconds to drop her shirt and panties to the
floor. Standing naked in the center of the room for the second
time that night, she took a moment to shut off the television.
There was no longer any need for it, not when a much more
interesting entertainment was about to commence.
Penny and Stephanie took only a little longer. A small pile of
clothes rested at each girl’s feet, topped by undergarments of
various designs. Now they all stood naked, looking at each other
during an awkward pause.
Only a short time before, Stephanie had felt a little strange
looking at Rachel’s naked body. Now she looked with a different
eye. All of them took a moment to look at each other.
Stephanie was surprised to see that Penny had shaved the
hair between her legs. She knew from brief glimpses that there
never had been much there to begin with. But the absence of that
little bit made the small girl seem even more like a teenager.
Rachel on the other hand, had a wide patch of dark brown hair.
Stephanie’s own bush was somewhere between the two extremes
and a light blond.
Even their breasts formed a sharp contrast, not just in
size, ranging from Rachel’s 38C to Penny’s 34B, but in the very
shape of them. Stephanie’s were very rounded with wide pink
circles around short pink nipples. Rachel’s mounds were conical in
nature with puffy areolas that stuck out even further. Penny had
the darkest nipples of the three, a rich dark brown against
butternut skin.
"So now what?" Stephanie asked as she tossed her hands up
in the air.
"Why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the couch,"
Rachel suggested with a smile. "and let us take care of getting
things started."
Thinking it not a bad suggestion at all, Stephanie sat down
on the center of the wide couch. Rachel and Penny sat down beside
her, tossing the larger throw pillows onto the hardwood floor.
They would come in handy later.
Penny kissed Stephanie. Then Rachel kissed Stephanie.
Then, leaning across the middle girl, Penny kissed Rachel. As they
did, they each cupped the closest of Stephanie’s breasts, playing
their fingers across her nipples - enjoying the stiffness found
there.
Stephanie couldn’t help but compare the touch of the two
women to that of men she’d known. For the most part, it was
softer -- yet at the same time much more erotic. As were the
sensations it produced. Even more pleasing were the waves of
delight that filled her breasts when those skillful fingers where
replaced with even more talented mouths.
Matching tongues traced a path across supple flesh, until
they met in the rich valley between the mounds. There the two
lovers kissed once more before parting in different directions.
Penny continued to kiss and caress Stephanie’s breasts,
alternating between soft touches and gentle bites. Working her
way back to Stephanie’s willing mouth, she pressed her darker
breasts hard against the those of the girl beneath her. The nipple
to nipple contact was enough to elicit a soft moan from Stephanie.
A moan cut short by the crush of Penny’s mouth.
Rachel had moved her attentions lower, dropping down to sit
on one of the oversized cushions. With a hand on each of Stef’s
thighs, she spread them apart to expose the blond-framed pearl.
Burying her head between the pale legs, Rachel ran her
tongue along the length of her friend’s womanhood -- her heart
racing with excitement at the idea that she was the first woman
ever to do so. The scent of Stephanie’s already damp mound was
intoxicating, a feast waiting to be savored.
Not to be denied, she drove her tongue up between the folds
of those sugar walls, clearing a path to the clitoris. A path quickly
followed.
"Oh God!!" Stephanie gasped as she felt Rachel’s tongue
strike her like the spark to a match. It was enough for her to
momentary forget the girl still playing with both her breasts and
mouth.
But only for a moment as Penny lifted herself higher and
guided one of her own rich mounds to Stephanie’s lips. Her mouth
still open from her gasp, Penny pushed her erect nipple between
the blonde’s red lips.
There had often been times when Stephanie had wondered
what it might feel like to suck on a woman’s breasts. Her own
mounds were too small to try it on herself. She’d included sucking
on a man’s nipples as part of her loveplay, but she was sure it
wasn’t the same.
Now with the reality between her teeth, she knew that her
earlier conclusion was right. Playing with a man’s nipples was
nothing like the real thing of a woman. She could taste Penny in a
way that she never could a man, delighting in the mixture of soft
and hard. She ran her tongue back and forth across the dark, pert
tips, trying to repeat the pleasing affect that Penny had produced
in her.
As the now saturated nipple slipped from her lips, Penny
wrapped her hands around the back of Stephanie’s head, guiding
her face to the soft spot between her breasts, inviting her to
feast there as well, an invitation Stephanie was all too willing to
accept. She licked her way across the damp skin, enjoying the
heady aroma filling her nostrils. Then with girlish delight she
repeated her performance on Penny’s other mound.
Her interest still fixed on Stephanie’s pussy, Rachel slid one
finger, then another deep within it. The initial wetness she found
there increased as she moved her fingers back and forth. With
their motion waves of enchantment expanded to fill Stephanie’s
relaxed form.
Rachel augmented the touch of her fingers with that of her
tongue, reaching her friend’s most sensitive spots as if they were
familiar as her own. In truth many of them were identical.
If Stephanie had time to think about it -- which her two
friends were definitely not allowing -- she might have appreciated
the irony of the situation. Rachel, who cringed at the thought of
taking a man in her mouth, had no such hesitation where another
woman was involved.
"This feels so fucking good!" Stephanie moaned as she laid
back and enjoyed the two-pronged assault on her body. "I don’t
think I’ve ever felt this fantastic."
As Penny climbed off Stephanie, Rachel also moved back.
Together they guided their neophyte lover onto the large pillows
they had earlier tossed to the floor. As soon as Stephanie laid
across the pillows, Rachel again spread her legs and went right
back to where she left off.
Penny had other ideas. It was time Stephanie learned how
to give as well as receive. Squatting over Stephanie’s face, Penny
dropped down until her pussy was only a few inches above it.
Prior to this moment, Stephanie had never seen another
woman’s sex close up. The fact that Penny’s was totally hairless
gave it an even more interesting perspective. The first thing she
noticed was that for such a small girl, Penny had an unusually large
clitoris. It was almost like a tiny penis.
No imagination was needed for Stephanie to figure out what
Penny wanted. Unlike Rachel, Stephanie never had a problem with
oral sex, so with virginal enthusiasm, she reached out with her
tongue and ran it across Penny’s erect clit.
"Oh yeah baby," Penny panted. "Go for it!"
Go for it Stephanie did, pulling Penny’s clit between her lips,
massaging it with her tongue. Then she swept it back across the
length of Penny’s pussy, savoring her first taste of a woman.
The scent of Penny's sex was almost overpowering, and to
her delight she learned with her first lick that the taste was all
she hoped it would be. Penny lowered her pelvis further so that
Stephanie could have easier access to her wet cunt.
Slowly at first, Stephanie licked the younger girl, exploring
her womanhood. Then she began to quicken the pace until she
reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout Penny's body.
Ripples that mirrored those filling Stephanie's body as
Rachel continued to work magic between her legs. As one hand
continued to slide outstretched fingers up and down the blond
framed love canal, the brunette’s other hand worked the same
enchantment on her own -- with much the same results.
Faster and faster all three of them went, plunging down the
well of ecstasy. It was a race to rapture - a pursuit each wanted
to win.
To her surprise, Stephanie produced the first orgasm as
Penny’s body suddenly convulsed against her mouth and it filled
with a blast of honey. It was such a sexual rush that it sent
Stephanie’s own body over the edge, showering Rachel with the
same gift. A reward she hungrily accepted.
Finally, Rachel joined the chorus, mere moments behind the
others, propelled by the symphony of her fingers
"Oh my god!" Stephanie exclaimed as they laid naked on the
floor, still entwined in each other’s bodies. "I can’t believe how
intense that was. How did you ever get the idea to try something
like this ... and how long have you been doing it?"
"Well it was originally Penny’s idea." Rachel replied, running
her hand alongside Penny’s cheek. "And we’ve been doing it, as you
call it, for the last six months."
Stephanie turned to Penny, but before she could ask the
question on her lips, Penny answered it with a laugh.
"I’ve been doing it since I was 16. What can I say? I’ve
always been an advanced learner."
The other two girls joined in the laughter as they continued
to stroke and kiss each other. They all knew what had just
happened was only the beginning. There would be many more little
adventures in their collective future.
"Err ... Rachel," Stephanie suddenly asked seriously.
"Remember what you said earlier tonight about the nameplate on
the door?"
"Of course," Rachel answered, wondering why Stephanie was
suddenly concerned about something so mundane.
"I think you might want to try and remember that a little
harder in the future." Stephanie continued.
"Oh shit!" Penny cried out abruptly, cutting off any further
inquiry Rachel might have had about Stephanie’s sudden tangent.
Rachel followed Penny’s gaze until all three of them were
looking at the front doorway. An entrance now filled by the tall
figure of a dark skinned young woman in a bright red raincoat,
holding a silver keychain in her hand.
"Fuck!" Rachel blurted out," "Pamela!"
They all sat silent after that for long seconds, like statues
in some far off garden.
"Looks like I missed one hell of a party." Pamela said as she
pulled off her raincoat and draped it over a wall hook, revealing a
blue business suit. "And here I thought I knew what kind of people
my friends were." she said in a hurt tone.
"Oh fuck!" Rachel repeated. The other two girls were still
too stunned to say anything else.
"I am disappointed in you all," Pamela declared as she
stepped into the room and stood over the naked trio. "I thought
we were supposed to be the Four Musketeers!"
It took a few seconds for them to realize that the oldest of
their little group wasn’t really angry or shocked at all. In fact, it
was now becoming obvious that she hadn’t just walked in either.
How long she’d been watching was an question unasked -- at least
for now.
With smiles now filling their faces, all three girls reached up
and pulled Pamela down into the center of their circle. She seemed
a little out of place with her conservative attire, but within a few
minutes that was gone as well. Her dark form was soon covered by
an intermix of lighter hues.
Hours later, long after the rain had stopped and the night
once more grew quiet, the sounds of passion could still be heard.
The quartet truly learned the meaning of their motto. One for all,
and all for one.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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