## Archive-name: mary-and-jessica

From: mare@c2.org (Mary)

Subject: Mary and Jessica

Keywords: ff oral

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

X-Moderator-Review: 6: sex isn't bad, but it's unclear how Jessica seems to know exactly what Mary is thinking. Maybe she really is a goddess...

X-Ava-Review: 7: cute POV switches, but obvious fiction. When I've gone lingerie shopping with my girlfriends, the dialogue's been more like "Nothing &@$*@(*& fits!"

Date: 1-9-96 From: Mary (mare@c2.org) Newsgroup: rec.arts.erotica Subject: (Mary & Jessica)++ Summary: Original story submission

"In here Mary," Jessica called. "I'll be right out." I followed the voice into her bedroom. She had one towel wrapped around herself while she gently toweled her hair with another. "Good morning, Jess. How're you feeling?"

I don't know what it was. Chills, fever, aches, nausea
and more. Mostly I'd just felt like lying around;
sleeping when I could. "Better, Mare. Much, much
better." I felt like a million. Okay, a thousand.

Jessica rolled her hair in the towel and flipped it over her head turban style. As she walked across the room to her bureau, Jess peeled her damp towel and tossed it on the mussed bed. I'd been discreetly peeking at her for years, then there she was, naked as a jaybird.

Discreet perhaps, but hardly secret. I wish I had a
dollar for every time Mary looked down my top or up my
skirt.

Her large breasts moved hypnotically as she walked. Jessica bent over and shuffled through her underwear drawer, apparently dissatisfied with the pickings. My eyes almost popped out of my head as I focused on her shaven pussy. Her inner labia were merely a dark slit within her puffy outer lips. I couldn't look away in time to avoid being caught when she turned around. "I need a bra," she said exasperatedly, apparently taking no notice of my voyeurism. I looked at her boobs for a moment before catching her eye and grinning. "You're crazy," I said. She has perfectly shaped breasts topped by perky coral-colored nipples within the prettiest areolas I've ever seen.

"No, silly. I need a new bra." My current favorites
had all started to wear out at about the same time. I
turned around again to select a black push-up number,
but didn't allow Mary enough time to memorize every
pore on my quim. Putting the bra on, I asked her to
get the hook for me.

Jessica reached into each cup and adjusted her breasts just so. The shiny satin cups created a gorgeous cleavage that I adored and envied. She slipped into a matching thong panty and ambled over to her closet. Jessica turned to me with a dress in each hand and a question on her face. "Blue," I said. It was a beautiful color match with her eyes, it made the most of her tits, and what it did for her sweet butt when she walked was a miracle.

I sensed that Mary was content to merely look at me
forever. A more tactile, but still highly visual
approach was going to be needed. "Why don't you ditch
today and go shopping with me?" I tempted her knowing
that her boss is super cool. She was considering it,
so I pushed ahead and told her about the lingerie sales
at my favorite stores. "Let's try on bras before the
stores are jammed."

I leapt on the opportunity. I used Jessica's computer to extend my e-mail regrets to work. Jess and I chatted about fabrics, closures, straps and cups over tea, comparing preferences and needs. The matter-of-fact conversation about our breasts had made me pretty hot. I was feverishly contriving fitting room scenarios by the time we drove away from her house.

We hit Target first. They're usually pretty reliable for a repeat buy. The merchandise was a mess this time and neither of us could find familiar styles in our sizes.

It wasn't working out as I expected. The fitting room
attendant was matronly and obese with a dour
countenance. Her expression varied between a scowl of
disapproval when we were giggling uncontrollably at the
really big bras to a frown or later a grimace when
she'd had enough of our playfulness.

The Dowager Empress made a point of keeping us from using the same dressing room, citing store policy. I spent more time untangling my hair from a blouse button than trying on the scarlet halter. I didn't like the cup seams and besides it wasn't on sale.

Since Mary wasn't going to buy and she was getting
kinda peeved, I followed suit. I suggested another
store that I've shopped at on and off for years.

We drove to Anne McGuire's, a smaller store downtown. They had a great selection and we each found several bras that we wanted to try on. Unfortunately, the store was thronged and we didn't feel like waiting for a dressing room only to feel hurried.

I was beginning to feel somewhat fatigued, so I was
pretty happy that my last suggestion looked like it was
going to pan out. We didn't see any customers at all.
There wasn't a fitting room clerk, but there were
plenty of cameras with notices posted prominently.
"Hey Mare, we can look for vidcaps of ourselves on
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.voyeurism later," I
joked. Mary grabbed one of her tits and wagged it at
the nearest camera in response.

The store was nicely laid out and maintained. We had a lot of fun looking over the wide selection.

When we'd each picked through everything and selected
what we wanted to try on, I led Mary to a spacious
well-lighted dressing room (monitored by a ubiquitous
camera).

Jessica wiggled the top of her dress down around her waist and reached behind her back to release her bra. She had it hanging on a hook before I was out of my blouse. "Would you help me fit these things?"

"Sure," coolly. "Let's see your bounce," I asked.
Placing my hands on my hips I stood on the balls of my
feet, springing up and down to demonstrate.

I hung my top and bra on a hook and imitated Jess. Her D cup boobs didn't move as much as my C cup boobs did.

"Okay, now your sway," I asked. I rocked back and
forth, swinging my breasts. This time mine showed more
motion than Mary's. When I stopped moving, she feasted
on an eyeful of my erect and fully extended nipples.

Jess looked through the bras that I'd picked. She pulled and stretched the straps and cups, getting their feel. She just dropped the t-back on the bench, apparently giving up on it. She handed me the black front-hook seamless stretch cup bra that I favored.

Mary put the bra on and I adjusted the shoulder straps
for her. The low-cut cups just covered her nipples,
but still held her firmly. I took Mary's breasts in my
hands and squeezed them together. When I twisted them
sharply the clasp popped open - one of the reasons I
prefer a back hook.

The cups stayed nicely in place on my boobs even with the clasp open. I often take advantage of this feature to relax at my desk at work. It's inconvenient to reclasp the bra in public, but having it open briefly doesn't usually attract attention. I slipped the bra off and dropped it on my 'to buy' pile.

Mary pulled the black stretch lace tank top over her
head and shook her hair out. I really can't see
minimizing medium size breasts, but it just squashed
her flat like a sports bra. She hopped and rocked but
her boobs hardly moved. She bought several colors
since they were marked down to three bucks.

I hooked Jessica into a wicked red push up bra and helped her with the strap adjustments. She arched her back with her hands on her hips, glancing in first one mirror then the other. She bent over and touched her toes, hopping slightly. I couldn't help laughing when first one breast then the other slipped from the cups and hung free. Jessica stood up and readjusted herself.

It's not a great support bra, but it's a real turn on.
Mary stared at my bosom while I preened, admiring my
cleavage that was sculpted so astonishingly by Bali. I
handed her another bra as she slipped out of the lace
tank.

Since I never got the hang of latching my bras behind my back I just hook them in front and spin them around, pulling the cups up. I think it looks awkward. Jessica hooked the formed cup bra with its pretty floral print, sparing me the hassle. My right breast was a little large for the cup. There was room still in the left cup.

It wasn't so much because Mary's really asymmetric as
it was a matter of the cup shape not working well with
her gently rounded contours. Bras that push her into
conical points tend to misfit.

The remaining bra that Jessica'd found to try on looked very comfortable. She latched it behind her back easily and I adjusted the straps in the back. The frilly shoulder straps were wide for comfort, but still delicate and pretty. The satin cups covered her breasts completely, providing very shapely support. The back strap was daintily slender, but Jess's boobs moved only slightly when she hopped and rocked, even when touching her toes.

Mary tried on her last bra. The strapless arrangement
thrust her breasts forward, emphasizing their size and
shape. They bounced a little much for my taste, but
Mary likes pretending to be braless. I stepped up
close to her and cupped her breasts in my hands. She
leaned forward into my kneading pressure, rolling her
head backwards with closed eyes. I was rewarded with a
low moan.

Jessica checked the fit on my last bra. She unhooked it and I shrugged out of it, prizing my boobs for her. She took them in her warm hands and bent over, sucking first one nipple then the other erect. She flicked them with her tongue and sucked air past them, chilling them to their hardest. She rolled my nipples between her fingers then pinched them gently with her fingernails.

"Come on, Mary," I said huskily. "Let's get dressed
and buy these things." I was jazzed that neither her
bra nor her blouse could conceal her eraser nips.

Although apparently cheerful, Jessica wasn't particularly chatty while she drove back to her place. I pushed the cassette into the tape player, enjoying our companionable silence.

It wasn't any coincidence that Bonnie Raitt was singing
'Something To Talk About'. She was asking Mary for me,
"How about love, love, love?"

Song after song suggested a romantic and physical relationship that seemed more plausible and downright reasonable with every passing moment. My mind spun with the complexities that would inevitably follow having sex with my longtime friend. I blamed myself for bringing this on with my constant peeking and flirting.

Nonsense. Mary just advertised her interest, with
predictable results. She's a smart girl, but the
complexities are probably more convoluted and
perplexing than Mary considered.

I rested my upturned hand on the seat next to Jessica. She placed her hand in mine and interlaced our fingers. I was buoyed with confidence and trust by her grip.

I held Mary's hand the rest of the way home. She was
clearly at peace with the situation; experienced,
mature, and now informed ever so informally of my
intentions. Accepting her as my own, I vowed to
protect her from harm and to nurture her spirit. My
excitement was building. Mainly the thrill of
anticipation after much patience. While Mary listened
to the music, I emptied my mind and prepared to savor
her.

Jessica got us iced tea at a drive through restaurant on the way to her place. If I was briefly afraid that a sexual component of our friendship would unbalance and consume it, then just being with her dispelled the concern like the dew on a summer morning.

When we got to my place I asked Mary to model her
favorite new bra for me. We stripped to our panties in
front of my full-length wardrobe mirrors. Mary put on
her black front hook bra and of course I chose the red
push up bra. She got to giggling about our cavalcade
of curves.

Jessica unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She sat on the edge of her bed, suddenly looking exhausted. I sat next to her end embraced her in a comforting hug. I was instantly excited about pressing against her boobs, but the scratchy fabric of my new bra interfered. I fumbled briefly with the hook before tossing the bra aside. Jessica daintily lifted her butt and eased her panties off. I decided in that instant. I pulled my 'kinis off too and we resumed the embrace. I can't describe my delight at pressing my boobs up against hers. After a relaxed moment she lay on her back, with her hands behind her head. Jessica calmly left the next move up to me. I knelt beside her, lowering my nose to her crotch. She smelled like her perfumed soap and excited womanly musk. With just a touch on her inner thigh, Jessica spread her legs.

Mary lay between my legs, propped up on her elbows,
with her face only inches from my pussy. She lightly
scratched my engorged outer lips with her fingernails.
I was very turned on by the time she started running
just the tip of her tongue up and down my slit while
she massaged my outer lips with the pads of her thumbs.
She'd circle my clit briefly then trace the way back
down to my vagina and then further to tickle my asshole
with her talented tongue. She used the tip of her nose
to rub my clit while she parted my moist inner labia
with her tongue. Mary pulled my vagina fully open and
probed me with her tongue. I was moaning with
pleasure, squeezing my breasts, and tweaking my nipples
as Mary brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Just
before I started cumming, Mary pushed her middle finger
as deep into my pussy as she was able. She screwed me
with her finger as I orgasmed loudly and writhed under
the gentle ministrations of her glorious tongue.

I played with Jessica's marvelous pussy, thoroughly enjoying her enchanting odor and the taste of her juices. After I ate her out I dried her crotch lovingly with a handy bedside towel. "Would you do me a special favor, Mary?" Before I could answer she continued. "Sit on my happy face?" I straddled her so that my twat was over Jessica's mouth. I helped her arrange a pillow under her head. When I felt her velvety firm tongue against my sex I was transported. I closed my eyes and rolled my head as I moaned in pure ecstasy. Jess teased my clitoris to total hardness, until it poked from under it's hood, then she sucked it between her lips, brushing it with her front teeth. On the verge of cumming, my breathing was very rapid and shallow; my moans more insistent. Jessica eased off my clitoris, exploring the depths of my cunt with her prehensile tongue. I took my tits in my hands, massaging them until my nipples stood out proudly. Jessica returned her attention to my clitoris. I rolled my nipples between my fingertips. My orgasm built suddenly and powerfully. I came and came until I thought Jessica was gonna suffocate with her face buried in my sopping twat.

Mary and I fell asleep afterward, cuddling together in
my bed. We woke up and took a shower after the brief
snooze. Dressing each other later was making love as
surely as the sex earlier, but we glowed in the success
of escalating our friendship by the final quantum step.

Jess doesn't object to Goddess Jessica as my personal appellation. I'm not sure I even know what I mean by that, but it seems to sum up my recognition and appreciation for the best in her. Do I worship her? Yes and no. I'm still confused about it. The divine spark burning hotter and purer than I; I worship that. It's more refined than mere lust for this beautiful woman, but it certainly is a thrilling lust that won't be slaked. She has a job and bills and she usually puts her panties on one leg at a time. Do I worship that? Why not? She's a friend, and what a friend she is. I know how hard that is to do well, so I damn well do worship that. What kind of a nut worships a human being? I better quit while I'm ahead.

Hmmm, the last word, eh? I'm not one to jinx a run of
luck by talking about it. However, Mary won't deny
that she'll do whatever I ask her to. Because she
will. And I for her. That's the real story.

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