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This is one of my early ones. If you like it, drop me an email at
lesliepenn@theacademies.net. I'll be serializing my new full-length
book there in the next few weeks. There will be a $3.00 fee per
section and you can pay through Paypal. If you don't know about
Paypal, check it out at www.paypal.com. It's free and real easy.
For now, enjoy The Black Bra below or use the attached MS Word file.
Kisses,
Leslie
The Black Bra
by Ho Tai
Annette and Jessie were cousins. Well, actually they
were
no blood relation at all. Actually they were stepdaughters of two
brothers.
The families lived within walking distance of each other in a bedroom
community near a large city.
Annette was the older of the two, twenty-one years
old,
petite and very sexy, with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair that
cascaded
over her shoulders. Her body was wonderfuly proportioned: perfect
small
breasts with attentive nipples, round hips, a tight little behind, and
creamy skin.
She was also at loose ends. She had dropped out of
college
and was working at a copy center. Her most recent boyfriend had
recently
left her for another girl in her history class. He had told her that
they
were both in the same math class and were studying together. That was
a
lie. In fact, it was one-and-a-half lies. They were not in the same
math
class, and what they had been studying was each other's bodies.
Annette was
understandably vexed, to say the least.
So that summer she had been spending a good deal of
time at
Jessie's. Jessie was fifteen. She had just passed that gawky stage of
early
adolescence, and it had left her striking, if not conventionally
beautiful.
She was nearly six feet tall and fairly thin, but had developed enough
to
be very sexy as well, a fact that Annette had just noticed on that
July
day. She had widely-set eyes and a broad nose--the kind of looks that
were
just unconventional enough to make her a candidate for a fabulous
career as
a model, if only she could develop some confidence.
What Annette had noticed was how Jessie's breasts had
developed in just the last few weeks. She had taken Jessie under her
wing
that spring, and the girls had been spending afternoons at Annette's
that
summer, since Jessie's parents' work schedules overlapped so that
neither
of them was home in the afternoon, and Annette worked mornings and
evenings
at the copy center.
They spent many an afternoon lounging in Annette's
bedroom,
talking about their favorite subjects--boys and clothes. That
afternoon
Jessie said, "I really love the way you dress, Annette. You've really
got
style. I wish I could look that good, but I'll probably always look
like a
beanpole...." Her voice trailed off with a hint of sadness that was
hard to
miss.
"I've got some stuff you can borrow, if you want,"
said the
other girl. "You're a lot taller than me, but otherwise we're about
the
same size. In fact I've got things that'll look better on you than me.
You
know, short skirts, bare-midriff tops, and stuff like that. Would you
like
to try them on?"
"Wow! Could I?," exclaimed Jessie. Her eyes got very
big.
She idolized Annette, who she believed knew everything about clothes,
dancing, and men--everything that was worth knowing. Annette would
never
have said that about herself. She felt adrift, as though her life's
sails
were waiting for wind that might never come. Jessie's friendship gave
her a
momentary anchor, a feeling that she was valuable to someone.
"Sure," said Annette, and she got up and walked to her
closet. "Hmm, let's see here," she murmured as she threw open the
doors.
She picked out a short black t-shirt with silvery studs scattered here
and
there on the front and a short gray leather skirt. "Try these."
She sat back down as Jessie pulled her t-shirt over
her
head, revealing skin the color of caramel--the result of lots of time
at
the pool. The areas her bikini top had covered there were nearly
obscured
by a silky white bra, but her milk-white skin peeked out around the
straps.
For some reason, that struck Annette as particularly
beautiful. As Jessie dropped her shorts, she looked at her friend as
if
seeing her for the first time. And indeed she was seeing more than she
had
ever seen before. She watched as Jessie pulled the black top over her
head,
leaving six inches of skin between it and the top of her panties. Then
she
stepped into the skirt and drew it up her long legs. As the skirt
reached
her waist, Annette noticed how beautiful those legs were, and how
perfect
her navel was: smooth and round and deep. Jessie's sweet little
breasts
pushed the front of the shirt out just enough that the shirt hung out
away
from her chest, but not so much that you could peek up it without
getting
pretty close.
"Wow, you look really cool!" she exclaimed.
"You think so?" asked Jessie, excitedly, and she
turned to
look at herself in the mirror.
Annette noticed how the skirt barely covered Jessie's
ass.
Yet it left her curious to see what that gorgeous ass really looked
like.
This was a new feeling for her. She had never been attracted to
another
woman before. But it didn't disturb her. Her favorite aunt was gay, so
she
had never been upset by gay people.
She got up and walked over to Jessie, made a few tugs
here
and there on the t-shirt, stood back and said, "Yeah, really fabulous!
Go
ahead and borrow those."
"I really like the top you're wearing now," said
Jessie, a
little hesitantly, not wanting to appear too greedy.
It was a navy blue sleeveless top with strategically
placed
holes. Annette wasted no time pulling it over her head, revealing the
black
bra that lay below.
"Cool!", said Jessie, "My mom would never let me wear
black
underwear. She'd say it was slutty." She was immediately embarrassed,
thinking now that she was implying that Annette was a slut. But
Annette
just laughed. "Yeah," she said, "she would think that, wouldn't she.
Want
to try it on?"
There was a slight pause before Jessie's assent. She
had
never seen her friend topless before, never seen any woman topless.
But
she wanted to see what she looked like in that bra, so she stripped
off the
t-shirt, reached behind her back, undid the catch to her own bra,
leaned
forward, and let it slide down her arms, and it drifted noiselessly to
the
floor.
Meanwhile Annette undid the catch to the black bra and
swung out of it. Each girl avoided staring at the other's breasts, but
neither could resist a peek. Annette saw pert little mounds like ripe
apples on her friend's chest. The nipples were pale, almost invisible
at
first, but immediately began to tighten and redden slightly with
exposure
to the air.
Jessie saw small, high, pointed breasts with small
brown
nipples on her friend. "I want breasts like that," she thought.
"They're so
beautiful!"
She took the black bra from Annette's outstretched
hand. It
had a front catch, something she had never worn, but she swung it
around
her back, arching her chest, and put her arms through it. Annette made
no
move to cover herself, and watched intently as Jessie brought the
fabric
over her breasts and fastened it in front.
Jessie turned to the mirror and admired what she saw.
Her
breasts were so firm that a bra wasn't really necessary, but she
thought it
made her look older and more mysterious. She looked past her
reflection and
saw Annette standing behind her, arms folded under her breasts. Her
eyes
lingered a bit too long on those beautiful globes. Annette saw her
look. "I
think it makes you look very sexy," she said.
"Can I borrow it?"
"Sorry. It's the only one I have."
Jessie's face fell a bit, but she brightened when
Annette
said, "Well, maybe next week." She looked at it again and smiled. Then
she
reached to undo the catches, but one was caught in the fabric, and she
couldn't get it loose.
"Let me help you," said Annette. As she walked around
in
front of her cousin, her breasts bounced and swayed just the least
bit.
Jessie couldn't take her eyes off them. As Annette worked at freeing
the
catch, she could feel Jessie's eyes caressing her. Then she slowly
opened
the bra. Jessie's breasts were slightly below eye level, and Annette's
eyes
devoured them. She exhaled lightly, and Jessie gasped as her breath
fell
on them. Annette looked up into her friend's eyes. "They're
beautiful," she
said, "so very beautiful!" And as she swung open the bra, her hands
brushed
the sides of Jessie's breasts. Jessie's breath came out in little
puffs.
"Oh," she breathed, "I wish they were like yours!"
"Then they wouldn't be yours," said Annette. "May I
touch
them?"
And almost before Jessie could say yes, Annette's hands lightly
fluttered
about Jessie's nipples. A shudder passed through her body as the
nipples
came fully erect. Jessie hesitantly ran her hands up Annettes sides,
and
seeing only affection in her friend's eyes, cupped her breasts with
both
hands. Annette closed her eyes as Jessie caressed her nipples with her
thumbs, teasing them up to meet her palms.
"I...I've never done anything like this before,"
whispered
Jessie, "but I love you so much I don't want to stop." Her hands slid
downward over Annette's nipples, and the breasts popped up as a
shudder ran
through the small body.
"I haven't either," said Annette, "but it feels so
right."
She bent her head forward and kissed Jessie's right breast, cupped it,
and
ran her tongue around the nipple.
"Oh, God," panted Jessie.
"I want to see the rest of you, " exclaimed Annette.
She
knelt on the floor and slowly unzipped the skirt and let it fall. Now
she
was face to face with Jessie's panties. They were thin, silky and had
little flowers around the edge. But Annette wasn't looking at the
flowers.
She could see the soft, brown hair around Jessie's labia right through
the
panties. She wanted to rip them off, but she was experienced with men
and
they always did everything too fast.
So she slowly slid Jessie's panties over one hip, then
the
other.
And then she slid them slowly down her legs, lightly caressing the
backs of
them as she went. She could hear Jessie's breathing get heavier.
When she reached the bottom, she slid her hands back
up
again, and slowly moved them over the firm globes she found at the end
of
the journey. And now she was looking directly at Jessie's fully naked
pussy. She was surprised at how little hair there was, as though
Jessie
were twelve or thirteen. The hair fanned out from her cleft for just a
few
inches.
Annette brought her hands over Jessie's hips from the
back
and down the front of her legs, with her thumbs stroking the canyon
where
leg and pussy meet. She stopped at the point. Then she slid her thumbs
up
either side of the slit, then back down, spreading it open as she
went,
exposing the inner lips, and the ultimate prize. She leaned forward
and
kissed the clit and ran her tongue around it. Jessie moaned,
shuddered, and
collapsed to her knees in front of her.
"I want to undress you now," she panted. She ran her
hands
down Annette's chest again, lingered a moment at the navel, circling
it
with her finger. Then she began to undo Annette's shorts. Annette's
slow
pace at undressing her had been contagious, and Jessie slowly slid the
shorts over her hips, then slid her palm down her belly and under the
waistband of her panties, till she covered the hair. She brought the
hand
back up caressing the lips with her middle finger and the sides with
her
first and third fingers. Annette's breath came out in little quick
bursts.
Jessie lowered the panties and looked. "Oh, God," she said, "It's so
beautiful!" And she pushed the kneeling girl back against the bed.
Then she
shyly, slowly spread Annette's knees, watching in awe as her labia
slowly
parted to reveal the inner lips. She slid the backs of her hands up
Annette's trembling thighs, then dropped one thumb on each of the
wonderfully swollen labia, and felt the smooth skin as she caressed
each
one. Annette moaned and shuddered with sweet agony. Jesse ran her left
hand
along the slik inner lips while her right hand dropped between her
legs to
sink into her own dripping cunt.
"I've never been wet like this before," she exclaimed
breathlessly.
"Let me touch you now," begged Annette.
Jessie slid alongside her friend, and as they lay beside
each
other, Annette took Jessie's right nipple in her mouth while sliding
her
finger up and down on Jessie's clit. Jessie's first orgasm built
slowly,
and soon she cried out and held Annette's head tightly to her breast
as she
screamed with new-found joy.
They rested for a few minutes slowly caressing each other's
bodies and
gasping with delight.
"Now it's my turn," said Annette. And she rolled over on her
back,
guiding Jessie's hand back to where it had been before.
Jessie needed no instructions. She sat up and with natural grace
she
caressed her friend's cunt and clit, kissing her belly and breasts
over and
over until Annette could stand it no more. Her own orgasm seemed to
last an
hour, and both girls reveled in it, then held, kissed, and caressed
each
other for many minutes more.
The girls spent many hours in each others' arms that summer, but
all
good things must come to an end, and Annette went back to college in
another state. Before she left, she wrapped a parting gift in pink
tissue
paper and left it in Jessie's room. When Jessie opened it she found
the
thing that had started it all: the black bra.