Cathy’s Life #3 – Intermezzo – Cathy, Nancy & Kasey (FF, Fm, mf, cons,
SciFi, 1st time, slice of life, snuff, bi)
By CH Makoto - copyright 2009

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Foreword:  This is one in a series of stories I am writing exploring the
erotic potential of death.  The series is based on a parallel dimension
planet Earth similar to ours in most ways, but has traveled a slightly
different road to get where they are.  Compared to this Earth, it is
somewhat in the future.  There is travel to nearby stars, for example.
Politically it’s a free society, no secret police, rule of law prevails, no
travel restrictions, etc.  But, there is one twist; executions of females
are carried out weekly (always on a Monday - ha, ha) and are televised and
recorded, then edited for later sale.  The women, unless guilty of a
capital crime (very rare), are volunteers selected by a lottery.  The age
range of selectees is from 13 to 40 and one can enlist at any time during
that age range.  First enlistment earns the candidate $500,000, paid in
advance and is for 7 years.  The second and third enlistments are for 10
years each, up to the maximum age of 40 upon which the woman is
automatically de-enrolled. At the second and third enlistments, the
monetary reward doubles, so in theory a woman could collect a maximum of
$3.5 million if she was enrolled for the full 27 years.  If she were to be
selected for termination, her designate would receive an amount equal to
her last payment.  The method of execution is up to the Lottery Board as
they are going for maximum entertainment value and revenue.  The only
promise made to the enlistees is that the execution will not be excessively
painful and that it will be sexually exciting.

I wish to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of my partner in editing,
providing ideas and criticism, but any fault rests on me.  These stories
are not based on real people, living or dead and any similarity is strictly
coincidental.  The sexual behavior in the stories is not something I would
encourage in real life.  This fictional world has no STDs and women can
easily prevent pregnancy.  Unfortunately, our world is not that lucky yet.

Do not try this at home!!  Or you may end up as the girls do.

Feel free to repost this story, but I retain copyright and please attribute
CH Makoto.

This particular entry follows the continuing story of a woman named Cathy
Burgess.  Through extraordinary circumstances, she survived her execution
(see Cathy's Life 1) and we are following her further adventures in life.
While not strictly necessary, for maximum enjoyment I recommend having read
the previous Cathy stories.
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Cathy’s Life #3 – Intermezzo – Cathy, Nancy & Kasey

Chapter 1 – Fun with Nancy and Kasey

Come with me, if you will, to the morning after Denise’s execution and
rejoin me for a while.

Argh, doesn’t that alarm know what time it should ring?  A time of 0600 is
too early today.  I turn off the alarm and lie there for a number of
minutes, feeling sorry for myself.  I don’t believe in ghosts, but as I
stare up at the ceiling, I swear I see Denise floating there.  She frowns
at me and says ‘What are you doing?  Do you need another spanking?’

“Maybe I do,” I catch myself replying to the now empty air.  I don’t know
if she was there or not, but the vision provides the spark I need to get
going.  Still yawning, I crawl out of bed and pad my way into the bathroom,
take care of my business and hop in the shower.  I come out of the
bathroom, my hair wrapped in a towel and lie back down on the bed.  I know
I’m recovering some when I find myself spreading my legs and slipping a
finger into my slit while I also fondle a breast.

Close to an hour later, I sigh in satisfaction, get up and pad off to the
kitchen to make breakfast.  Oatmeal with raisins, orange juice and some
coffee gets the old motor running.  I put the dishes in the sink to be
dealt with later, pad back into my bedroom and dress for work, using a
leftover from Saturday night pair of thigh-high nylons.  They’re a darker
tan than I would usually wear, but the overall look and feel is so nice I
decide to go with it.  I go to the dresser, apply some pale blue eyeshadow,
pale pink lipstick and brush my hair.  I hang a pair of hoop earrings from
my ears and head for the front door.  There I slip into my pumps and travel
to work.  I think about driving and decide not to.  As always, the bus has
its fair share of teenagers on board, I give them a wave, but take a seat
up front, not really feeling up to dealing with them today.

I walk in the front door of the Bioelectrum Expediting Corporation (BEC) at
0855 and giving our receptionist a wave head to the lunchroom and as is my
duty, make the morning coffee.  Bouncing up the stairway, two steps at a
time, I go to my office and park my butt in my comfy chair.  I fire up the
computer system and check the emails for any high priority issues that
might have come up.  There’s only one requiring immediate action and I make
a few calls, do a little yelling and get the shipment back on the road.  My
inbox has a couple of contracts for me to check out.  I pick up the one on
top, which deals with a load of auto inseminators bound for Abanderada, a
planet around Bernard’s Star.  It’s a complex contract as the technology
involved is highly protected, so the contract is full of ifs, ands, and
buts.  This is going to take a while.

At a little after ten, the phone rings.  It’s Nancy.  She asks if I have a
few minutes.  After applying a fingerprint lock to the computer, I walk to
Nancy’s office, which is at the other end of the hallway from mine.  I pass
a couple of people and give them a quick smile.  Her secretary gestures for
me to go right in.  I open the inner office door and enter, closing the
door behind me.  Nancy stands up, comes to me and gives me a hug.  Stepping
back, she studies my face and asks, “How are you doing?  Do you need some
time off?  I know you and Denise were close and I don’t want you to push
yourself too hard.”

My grip cracks a little and I start to weep softly.  Nancy says nothing,
but hugs me again, gently stroking my hair.  I’m not sure how long we stand
there, but finally my tears dry up.  Denise may have told me not to cry for
her, but these are true tears and need to be shed.  I don’t know it at the
time, but it will turn out to be the last time I cry for her.

I answer Nancy with, “I miss her and always will I’m sure, but I’ll be OK. 
I found out that Denise got to experience one of her fantasies and I know
she enjoyed the execution and was at ease with her destiny.”  Sniffling a
little, I continue, “I really like my job here and don’t need or want to
take any time off.  I would probably just mope around if I’m not busy and
around people.  It really means a lot to me to have your support.”

Nancy returns to her desk, sits and hands me a tissue box.  “Blow your nose
and take a seat.  Most of the company was here watching the whole event,
which lasted longer than most.  I suspect you’re not the only one here
tired today.  Maybe because the execution was a good deal different than
most we didn’t end up in the usual orgy.  People got excited for sure, but
most of the sexual conduct was limited to masturbation.  They were too busy
watching you two to pay attention to each other.”  We chat about the
execution for a while longer then Nancy switches gears and we discuss some
business related items.  It’s nearly noon before we finish. When I leave, I
am clutching a couple more contracts that need going over.

I get back to my office, put a little more time in on the Abanderada
contract and just before 1230; I go to the lunchroom to grab a bite to eat.
I’m picking out something that looks good when Bruce, followed by Jim,
walks in.  Bruce comes over, swats my ass and says, “You were great
Saturday.  When would you like to get together for a return bout?”

I slowly turn around.  I nearly deck him.  However, it is Bruce after all,
the official company jerk.  I sigh, look him straight in the eye and say,
“Never, and if you’re smart, you won’t bug me about it.”

He looks a little hurt, then brightens and retorts, “Your loss.”  Then he
grabs a tray and starts picking out some food.

Jim says, “My wife and I watched at home.  It was magnificent, I’m sure
Denise was pleased as well.  If there is anything we can do, let me know.” 
Then he too joins the line.

The lunchroom slowly fills up and most everyone is here by 1300.  I get up
on a chair and say, “Can I have everyone’s attention.  Please don’t treat
Denise’s execution as a tragedy for me.  I will miss her, as I’m sure you
all will, but she didn’t regret it, nor do I.  Think of me as you always
have and don’t change the way you behave toward me, with the possible
exception of Bruce.”  That draws some laughter.  “I love you all dearly.”

Nancy is standing in the doorway and gives me the thumbs-up.  After getting
her lunch, she comes to where I am sitting with Rachel and Tamara and asks,
“May I join you?”  We all nod, she sits down next to me and we all chow
down.  I can tell the mood in the lunchroom has lightened considerably.
Usually no one comes back from an execution and everyone seemed unsure as
to how to behave toward me.  As long as I don’t change, I don’t think they
will either.  We all chat together about inconsequential things; although
Tamara mentions a new specialty shop that recently opened a few blocks away
that has the best selection of eyeshadow, lipstick and nail polish she
knows of.  I’ll have to go check it out.  A little after 1330, Rachel and
Tamara excuse themselves.

Nancy looks at me, and then places one of her hands on my thigh just about
where my skirt ends.  I ponder a moment, remembering an earlier
conversation and returning her gaze, I nod my head.  I honestly expected to
feel at least a flash of guilt, flirting with someone else so soon, but I
don’t and I am glad.  Nancy, smiling a shy smile, slips her hand under my
skirt a little just touching my bare thigh above the top of my nylons.  I
decide to be daring, and while knowing that Nancy is a bit skittish, I drop
a hand below the tabletop and rest it on one of her knees.  Her skirt is
almost knee length and my fingertips can touch the bottom of its hem.  She
jumps a little at the contact and blushes.  She’s so cute.  I discovered
from Denise that Nancy is in her early fifties, but she’s blushing like a
schoolgirl.  Giving her a big smile I whisper, “Fair is fair.”

Nancy looks like she is about to say something, thinks better of it and
reddens a little more.  Then she whispers back, “Is this OK in here?”

I giggle a little and quietly retort, “Well, I don’t think you should do me
on the tabletop.”  The tips of her ears are red now and a few people are
glancing in our direction, but no one is staring.  I giggle some more and
finish, “It’s fine.  After all, it’s me.”  I slip my hand under the hem of
her skirt and slide it a few more centimeters up her hose, stop and stroke
her thigh softly.  She presses her thighs together, still a little scared
by my boldness.  At the same time, I open my thighs slightly to persuade
her not to stop.  She takes the hint and ventures onward, moving her
fingers over my bare inner thigh and touching my panty covered crotch.
Hesitantly, she slides her fingers over the material pressing gently.  I
slide my hand further under her skirt as well and see her eyes widen as she
realizes that I am nearly to her groin.

I notice that it is nearly 1400 and that Bruce is trying to see what is
going on.  I withdraw my hand and comment to Nancy, “We should get together
soon.”

Withdrawing her hand as well, Nancy responds, again blushing slightly, “I
had forgotten one of the reasons I joined you.  The San Francisco Ballet
Company is in town and I have a pair of box seat tickets for next
Saturday’s evening performance, which is 10 September.  Would you like to
go with me?”  She colors further.

She is so adorable.  I get the impression that going out with a woman is
rare for her.  “Certainly,” I respond, “It sounds like fun.  I know just
the place to go after for drinks and a little something to eat.”

Standing up Nancy says, “OK, it’s a date.  The performance is at 2030.  The
dress is formal.  I’ll pick you up at 1930.”  She slips back into her Miss
President persona.

“Understood,” I answer as I get up as well.  She goes to her office.  I
make the afternoon coffee, then return to my office, and continue the
Abanderada contract battle.  At 1700, I’m about half way through the
contract, having had to deal with a couple of fires and a special drop off
by an individual who needs careful handling.  As I leave work, I’m pretty
happy and I am looking forward to what the future may bring.

It’s eight days later and I’m getting on the bus heading home on a
delightful late summer Wednesday evening.  On Saturday, I’ll be going to
the ballet with Nancy.  Work has been good and my co-workers are wonderful.
They gave me a little extra space for a few days, but now things are back
to normal and I’m sure Jim is still confused about ‘liberties’.  To be
candid, I was pleased when I first felt someone feel me up again.  The bus
is not crowded and I see a boy I recognize sitting alone.  He’s been a bit
of a problem because more than the others I have to repeat myself to get
him to listen.  He doesn’t strike me as stupid, just maybe a little
desperate.  I slide in next to him and say, “How are you doing?  It’s a bit
late to be heading home from school, isn’t it?”  For a change, he doesn’t
make a grab at me before responding.

“I stayed late for club activities.  We’re getting ready for the fall
festival.  The club I’m in makes most of the posters and signs for the
festival.”

“I see.  What club is that?  You guys must be really busy.”  Which may
explain his lack of attempted grope.  He’s distracted.  “By the way, my
name is Cathy.”

“It’s the Art and Materials Club.  We are super busy this time of year.  I
go to a fairly small school so a couple interest areas have been joined in
a single club.”  He explains.  “Oh, and people call me Kasey.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Kasey,” I grin at him.  “I’d like to ask you
a question.  You grope me way more than your friends do.  Is there a
reason?  You’re quite decent looking, so you must have a girlfriend.”

He looks at me sideways, turns a little red, and retorts, “I always stop
when you tell me to, don’t I.  I’m sorry if I am too pushy, but I really
don’t have a girlfriend, so I hardly know what a girl feels like.  I never
have and it is beginning to look to me like I’m going to graduate high
school without ever having a girlfriend.  I mean seventeen years old and no
girlfriend?!  It’s so embarrassing!”  He finally runs out of breath.

A thought comes to mind which I first think is nuts, then upon further
consideration decide will be fun.  I peer back at Kasey and quietly say,
“Well, now you do.”  His head snaps around, I swear I heard a joint pop; he
stares at me and blurts.

“What?!?!”

I smile at him sincerely; I know how fragile the male ego is at seventeen
and restate, “You have a girlfriend now.  Me.”  The bus arrives at my stop.
I grab his hand, tug a little and say, “Come on, close your mouth and come
with me.  This is my stop.”  While still looking at me in disbelief he gets
up and follows me off the bus.  I sling my purse onto my shoulder, take his
hand and start walking.  Not wishing to look like a complete idiot, he
comes along while looking down at the female hand holding his.  We don’t
look that odd a couple, I’m still quite young looking and he’s fully twenty
plus centimeters taller than I am.

We stroll along for nearly a block before he works up the nerve to ask,
“Are you serious, I mean about being my girlfriend?”

I playfully nudge him, smile and reply, “For sure.  I work and have things
I have to do sometimes, but yes, from this moment you can consider me and
even tell your friends that I am your girlfriend.”

His face lights up and he grips my hand a little more firmly.  We chat as
we walk the rest of the distance to my condo.  I look at him out of the
corner of my eye and catch him eyeing my body a little differently than
before, a little possessively I think.  I smile to myself and think; this
is going to be fun.  We get to my home, I unlock the door, open it and we
walk in.  I leave my pumps in the entryway, put my purse on a chair, and
get out my cell.  I ask him what his home phone number is and how late he
can stay out.

He gives me the number and, a little embarrassed, says, “If I’m going to be
home after 2200, I have to let my parents know.”  He walks over and sits on
the couch.

There is no way he’s gonna be home by then so I dial his number.  His
mother picks up and I tell her, “Hello, this is Cathy Burgess.  Your son,
Kasey, is at my home and I’m going to be giving him some special tutoring
tonight to help him at school.  If we are not done before 2200, I’ll drive
him home.  Is that OK with you?”  Kasey’s mother agrees and I hang-up and
replace the phone in my purse.  Kasey looks like he still doesn’t believe
his ears.

“The TV control is right over there.  I need to change and then I’ll fix us
something to eat.”  I decide to be bold.  “Or would you like to come with
me and watch?”  His eyes look like they are about to pop out of his head
and he springs to his feet.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”  I giggle and
swaying my hips, I lead the way into the bedroom.  He follows me in,
stopping just inside the doorway.  He looks like he’s ready to run if I say
boo!  “Calm down.  This isn’t the only time you’ll get to see me, I
promise.  As a piece of advice, future girlfriends may not be this easy.”
I giggle again and start unbuttoning my blouse.  I remove it, Kasey
watching every motion.  I unzip my skirt and it crumples to the floor.
With his breathing noticeably faster, I reach behind me, unhook and drop my
bra on top of my skirt.  Kasey actually rubs his eyes as if he were seeing
things.  I hook my fingers into the waistband of my pantyhose and soon they
too join the pile of my clothes.  I am in two minds as to whether to remove
my panties this soon.  I’m sure Kasey won’t mind if I keep them on and I
don’t want him to pass out from hyperventilation.  On the other hand
they’ll be coming off eventually and as I’ve said, I like being nude.  In
the end, caution wins out and I say, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

He backs out of my room, not taking his eyes of off me.  I pad up to him,
wrap my arms around him, press my breasts against him, rise up on my toes
and kiss him.  At first, he is surprised, then closes his eyes and returns
the kiss.  For an amateur, he is pretty good.  What he lacks in technique
he makes up for in enthusiasm.  We break off and still holding him I ask,
“What is your favorite food?”  Surprisingly, the kiss has calmed him down.

He thinks for a moment, “Italian spaghetti is my favorite, but I’ll eat
just about anything.”

“Spaghetti it is.  You can go sit on the couch if you’d like to.  I’ll get
things going and come join you.”

I think the kiss also emboldened him.  He lightly pats me on my butt.
“I’ll watch if you don’t mind.”

I give my tits a little shake at him, pad into the kitchen, and start
programming spaghetti into the food system.  A few minutes later that’s
done, with a time estimate of forty minutes to completion.  I program
garlic bread and a salad in too.  The salad will be ready about five
minutes before the rest.  I open the hutch next to the dining table and set
our places, as Kasey keeps a close eye on me.  When that is done, I take
his arm and pad back to the couch.  I ask him what kind of music he likes
and get it going in the background.  As I do that, he sits down.  Once the
music is set, I pad over to him and settle myself onto his lap.  One
advantage of being a small woman is that I’m also light.  I put my arms
around his neck and kiss him again.  This time he does not hesitate and
kisses me right back.  I open my mouth a little and tentatively our tongues
touch.  A little electric shock runs through me and I know I’m starting to
get wet.  With their access so available, it’s no surprise when I feel a
hand close over a breast.  I arch my back promoting his touch.  I intend on
keeping him out of my panties till after diner, but my tits are open for
mauling.  By no means is he mauling them, but he has a lot to learn.  One
time his hand moves down to my panties, but I simply take hold of it and
replace it on a breast.  He takes the cue and resumes learning how to get a
nipple to harden.  My butt has already detected a hardening of his own.  We
continue necking until a soft gonging sound alerts me that the salad is
ready.  I smoothly finish a kiss, stand and bending slightly to hang my
boobs right in front of him, take his hand and say with a wicked chuckle,
“Dinner is served.”

He sits at the dining table while I serve the salads.  I get him a Coke
(the legal drinking age is 20) and some wine for myself and we settle down
to dinner.  I must have got the spaghetti right.  He wolfs it down and
looks like he temporarily can’t make his mind up which he likes more, the
spaghetti or my chest.  I like to cook and although he doesn’t know it,
spaghetti is one of my specialties.  We chat about my work, his studies at
school; he wants to be a physicist, the ping-pong team he’s on and a bit
about our friends.  It’s a little after 2000 when we finish dinner.  I ask
him to help me clear the table and, otherwise than he does at home I
suspect, he is ready to lend a hand.

We return to the living room, he sits on the couch and I sit on the chair
that’s kitty-cornered to the couch.  He looks disappointed, then, tries not
to.  I laugh and say, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to kick you out yet, but
we need to have a talk so that we both understand each other.”  He still
looks concerned.  “You are young.”  He frowns at that.  I ignore him and
continue, “I’m, well… I’m older.  When you find a girl your age you’re
interested in, go for it.  We’re no permanent thing and being replaced
won’t hurt my feelings, but I plan to be with you until you dump me.  I’m
not being your girlfriend out of pity either.  You’re good looking, and I
expect to have a lot of fun with you and somehow I have a good feeling
about you.  OK?”

He puffs up a good deal by the time I am done, nods his head and says,
“OK.”

I go on with my speech, “As far as physical stuff goes, go ahead and give
it a try.  If I don’t want to, you’ll know.”  He seems to remember back to
that day on the bus and nods again.  “Lastly for now, I don’t want you to
feel shy about coming over.  I’m going to program my door to your palm-
print.  If I am here, the door will open.  Just come on in, I am your girl
after all.”

For a few seconds, I think he is going to cry.  I don’t think a woman has
been this nice to him before, which is a little sad.  He’s bright and as
I’ve said, easy on the eyes.  If I have my way, he’ll be a woman killer
before long.  I think for a couple minutes as he regains control over his
emotions.  I stand up, hook my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and
lower them to the floor.  Totally in the buff now I pick them up and toss
them to him, “A souvenir of your first time with me.”  He catches then and
looks at them in wonder, then puts them in his pocket.  “If you don’t mind,
I would like to adjourn to the bedroom.”

I’m sure his mind is running away with him and stuttering a little, he
answers, “I… I… I… don’t mind.”  He stands and together we pad off to my
bedroom.  He lets me go in first, probably to look at my butt, then
follows.  I lie down on the bed, scoot myself up to put my head on a pillow
and cross my legs, hiding, albeit only temporarily, my pussy.

Looking him over standing there, totally unsure of what to do next, I nudge
him, “You know, it’s a little uncomfortable being the only one naked.”

“Um, yes, right.”  He takes off his clothes in a time only a horny male
could.  I get my first look at his dick.  It’s not long, but has a wider
diameter than most I’ve seen.  It’s soft now, but I think it’s going to
feel just fine.  I wonder if he worries about his size.  If he does, he
won’t soon.  He crawls across the bed and lies next to me, although not
quite touching me.

I wait, forcing him to make the next move, while concentrating on my
genitals.  He probably has no clue how to make me wet and I don’t expect
him to.  I move my thighs a little, which provides just enough friction in
my privates that I can feel myself lubricating nicely.  Finally he rolls on
to his side, reaches out a hand and starts to stroke my stomach.  It’s a
pleasant feeling and I smile at him encouragingly.  He moves his hand to a
breast and pinches a nipple.  I say, “That’s a little too hard, at least
for now.  Try a little more gently.”  Immediately and without stopping the
pinching turns into a soft increasing and decreasing pressure.  As a
reward, my nipple cooperates, stands up and gets hard.  He smiles, pleased
with himself, leans over, and kisses me on the lips.  Pleased myself, I
respond, open my mouth and our tongues intertwine.  After a few minutes of
this, I feel a poking at my side.  He’s already hard.  I shift slightly
breaking contact; I don’t want his penis to get too much stimulation.  He
doesn’t notice and soon his hand abandons my tit and heads for my cunt.  I
uncross my legs and spread them a little.  His breathing noticeably picks
up and he touches my pussy.  Slowly, gradually his fingers explore this
newfound wonder.  It takes him a few minutes before he becomes bold enough
to infiltrate a finger into my slit.  I sigh and push up against his hand. 
His touch needs practice and doesn’t turn me on particularly, but he’ll get
the practice and I don’t expect much tonight.

I give him a couple minutes to investigate my cunt then, breaking the kiss,
I ask quietly, “Would you like to put your penis in me?”  Not trusting
himself to speak he just nods.  I bend at the knees, lifting my feet off
the bed to give him a good target and spread my legs so the he can fit in-
between.  As he clambers around to get into position, I can tell that his
cock is good and stiff.  He takes it in hand and, I think remembering back
to a sex education film, guides it to my honeypot and slides it into me.  I
was right, the diameter stretches my vagina more than normal, but I love
the feeling.  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his
butt and pull him into me until his abdomen is pressed against my labia.
It’s heavenly.  My vagina widens and enwraps him tightly.  I hold him close
for a few moments, and then lower my legs back to the bed.  I tell him, “Go
ahead and move, and don’t worry about cumming in me, I won’t get pregnant.”

He slides out a few centimeters and pushes back in, an expression of
ecstasy on his face.  He manages a few more strokes, then at full insertion
he orgasms.  He closes his eyes and arches his back as he cums in me.  His
first pulse is strong enough I feel it, and then my pussy fills with warmth
from his cum.  I am happy to be his first and although I don’t come close
to an orgasm, I have no doubt that soon I will.  He has a lovely dick, just
the right size for me.  He does a slow collapse onto my body and kisses me
tenderly.  Such a gentleman, remembering to thank his lover.  Quite a
contrast to Bruce.  His cock softens and soon slides out of my cunt.  He
looks exhausted.  I think it’s more nervous than physical, but I’m sure he
needs a break.  I look over at the clock, it is just 2100.  I say to him,
“That felt very good, you’re going to be a fine lover, but you look tired,
and I suspect you could use a little nap.”  He actually gets a slightly
panicked look on his face.  “It’s all right.  I’m not disappointed.  I’ll
set the alarm for 2300 and then I’ll take you home.”

Finally he says, “You’re right, I am tired.  I just want to say that I
never thought making love could be as good as this felt.”

“Trust me, Kasey, it will get even better.”  I program the alarm, lie down,
and snuggle up to him.  He looks at me in some disbelief, settles down and
in seconds is off to dreamland.  Soon, I follow; I have always found it
easy to sleep.

At 2300 the alarms wakes us both.  I smile at him and say, “I hate to say
this, but we have to get you home.”  With a slightly troubled look, he gets
out of bed and starts dressing.  I pull on a fuzzy pink sweater and a pair
of white shorts.  I almost never wear panties under my shorts or pants for
that matter.  I pull on a pair of socks and grab my sneakers.  We pad out
to the entryway and put our shoes on.  Then I program his palm-print into
door.  He cheers up considerably when I do that.  I think he didn’t quite
believe what I had been saying until I did it.  We walk to my car.  His
eyes widen when he sees my car and he comments, “Nice car.  A SL550 right?”

“Right.  I like it, it suits me just fine.”  We hop in and in about twenty
minutes, we’re at his home.  I take hold of his arm as he starts to get
out.  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”  I pucker up my lips.  Laughing
lightly he drops back into the seat and kisses me gently.  As he goes to
close the door, I say, “See you in the morning.”  Then with a slight wheel
hop, I head home.

I get on the bus next morning as usual, look toward the back of the bus and
spy Kasey.  I wave and head toward the back.  He’s been saving a seat for
me.  He looks a little like he wasn’t sure if he had been having a dream
until I sit next to him.  I hook my arm around his and slide my fingers in-
between his.  The rest of the teenagers look shocked.  Which is nothing
compared to what he says, “Everyone, I’d like to introduce my new
girlfriend, Cathy.  That means hands-off.”  The other seven look big-time
surprised at what they’re hearing.   They cast glances at each other, open
and close mouths; some look incredulous and a couple of the boys look a wee
bit envious.

I nod in affirmation, while blushing prettily and say, “Nice to meet you
all.”

They all start talking at once, introducing themselves, asking how we got
together, and not giving us a chance to answer.  I find they have been
friends of his since middle school and can’t believe what they are hearing.
Finally, one of the girls asks, “Hana and I are going with our boyfriends,”
indicating a couple guys, “To an onsen tomorrow evening.  Maybe you and
Kasey would like to come along.”  Calling my bluff, she thinks.

I see her call and raise, “I’d love to go, but only if Kasey wants to.
What do you think, honey?”

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Kasey says, “It’s fine by me.  I think
it will be fun.”  The group is stunned into silence.

Shortly we arrive at my stop; I turn to Kasey and with the astonished eyes
of his friends looking on, give him a quick kiss.  I exit the bus and walk
the rest of the way to work.

Chapter 2 – Goodbye Denise and a Night Out

The weekend has arrived, it was a tougher than usual at the end of the week
at work.  Got chewed out by a couple of clients for being slow clearing
their contracts and totally misdirected an important shipment.  If Bruce
hadn’t caught it, it would be on its way to Arcturus instead of Sirius.
Nancy wasn’t too happy with my performance either, but she’ll probably cut
me some slack.  She thinks that Denise’s passing is still affecting me.
Worse yet, Bruce probably thinks I owe him.  The thing is, I don’t think
it’s Denise.  I think that I’ve gotten a little stale at work and I’m not
paying as close attention or being as productive as I should be.  I wonder
if I should take a little time off, go back to the States, and maybe do a
little stripping.  I don’t think the Office of Special Affairs (OSA) has
anything planned for me soon or they would have notified me.  I’ll decide
what to do after Nancy and I go on our date.

I get home at 1740 and lie down on the couch; I’m not even fired up enough
to take off my clothes.  The blahs have struck.  I think I’m going to
cancel tonight and just stay in on the couch eating ice cream.  I get my
cell out of my purse and dial Kasey’s number.  I know it’ll bum him out,
but he will just have to deal with this old lady's moods.  I feel a sting
on my rear, a slap actually.  I spin around and there stands Denise,
clearly unhappy.  Damn, is everyone unhappy with me?  ‘How many times am I
going to have to come here?  Don’t you want me to have peace?  Get your act
together!’  Then she comes and gives me a hug.  I can’t feel her, but I
sense something.  Then she floats away and becomes invisible.  That’s it;
I’ve really lost it.  Seeing her did not improve my mood, maybe even
worsened it.  I call Kasey, ready to call tonight and maybe the whole thing
off.  Maybe I’m taking on too much in my personal life.

Kasey’s mom picks up the phone (damn I called his home number, not his
cell) and says brightly, “Hi Cathy, good to hear from you.  Kasey can’t
stop talking about you.  He even did his Thursday and Friday homework on
Thursday so he could be totally free tonight.  I’m so glad he’s got a
girlfriend.  Is there something you need?”  Looks like I didn’t fool her at
all.

Lovely.  “Yeah, can I talk to him?”

“Sure, hang on a sec.”  I hear her calling his name and an irritated
‘What!’ comes back, then when she identifies it’s me I hear a happy ‘OK, on
my way.’  This is not going to be easy.

Kasey picks up the phone and immediately says, “I was about to call you.
Change in plans.  We won’t be going alone.  Jody has a van that will hold
all six of us.  She’ll pick me up and then we’ll come to your place.  The
onsen is easiest to get to from your condo.  At least that’s what Jody
says.  Does that sound good to you?”

Now I’m trapped, not only would I bum Kasey, I would humiliate him in front
of his friends.  Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to reduce my karmic
load.  So I respond, “Sounds good to me.  Is a one piece suit OK, I’m not
into bikinis.”

“Anything is fine with me, Cathy.  I just want to be with you.”

“Thank-you Kasey.  I'll bring my sexiest one piece; trust me it’ll be an
eye opener.  By the way, what time should I be ready?”

“They are coming to get me at 1930, so we’ll get to your place around
2000.”

“OK, I’ll be ready to go.  Let’s go get wet!”  I hang up and look at the
clock.  It’s 1800.  I have a while, so I fling my clothes off, go lie on my
bed, and try and sort things out a little.  As I lie there whom do I see
but Denise again.  She materializes up near the ceiling and floats down to
lie next to me on the bed.  “I don’t believe this!!”  I nearly scream.

I must of looked pained for Denise says, “I’m sorry this hurts you, but
it’s your own fault.  You have to let me go.  Deep down you’re feeling
terribly guilty for getting involved so soon with a couple people.  Don’t
be, it makes me happy.  The only way I can cross the river and you can be
free is to let me go.  Remember me with love in your heart, yes, but you
must allow others in too.  Nancy is right about what is messing up your
work.”  I’m not crying, but I do feel a great pressure in my chest, as if
something is trying to get out.  “Please, Cathy, touch me one more time.”
I reach out and I am shocked, I feel warm flesh.  Something starts flowing
up my arm and into Denise.  She starts glowing and the pressure in me
disappears.  Amazingly, I feel happy.  “Thank-you, Cathy, for releasing me.
Have a happy life!   I will be with you, always.”  Denise waves as she
fades away and in a little burst of sparkly dust; she is gone.

So, some of what is said in Shinto is true.  I feel different somehow, I
cannot put my finger on the exact difference, but I know I’m not the same. 
For one thing, I find I’m genuinely looking forward to going to the onsen
with Kasey and the nonsense of going back to the States has gone away as
well.  Always, huh.

It’s about 1830, so I roll out of bed and pad out to the couch to watch a
little TV.  There’s an execution highlights show on and I think I’ll see
what they are showing.  Somehow, I’m back to my old self completely and I
feel light.  Sitting on the couch, I pull a leg up to rest a foot on the
couch and slip my fingers into my cunt.  My morning sessions have become
somewhat perfunctory, but for the next half hour, my self-stimulation is
anything but.  I cum twice and even get a little sweaty.  At 1900, a
cooking show comes on that I also like.  I leave it on, but decide I want
to get ready to go.  I pad into my bedroom, go into the bathroom, grab a
couple towels, some body lotion, and get my beach bag out of the linen
closet.  Padding back to the bedroom I wipe myself off with one of the
towels and go select a swimsuit.  I only have two and they’re both one
piece.  I choose the slightly more conservative of the two, although with
large side cutouts and a deep scoop neckline it’s hardly dull.  It’s a
shiny platinum snakeskin design, which contrasts well with my skin.  I
think Kasey will like the look.  It’s my favorite of the two suits, the
other is almost never worn, and I ought to replace it, as it is too skimpy
for my tastes.  The rest is standard summer Saturday wear, my white crop-
top and skintight short shorts.  As usual, there’s nothing under.  White
socks and sneakers finish the outfit.  I put on a little waterproof eye
shadow, some lipstick, brush my hair and pad out to the living room.

Dropping the bag onto the chair, I go into the kitchen and program a hi-
energy snack into the food system.  I grab it and a glass of milk and go
back to the living room and munch while waiting for Kasey, my feet propped
up on the coffee table.  At 1950, the door opens and Kasey peers in.
Waving him to come on in, I rise, turn the TV off, pad over to him and give
him a hello kiss.  I get my bag and purse; put my shoes on and holding his
hand, we walk outside to where the van is waiting.  His friends seem a
little wide eyed that he could just walk in and more so when we come out
hand in hand.

I climb into the van and sit down.  The girls are dressed in skirts with
nylons on.  I gotta have a word with them about dressing for an onsen.  I
can tell they are envious of my comfort level.  With Yuichi driving, we
head to the onsen.  It takes about forty-five minutes to get there and I’m
impressed by the outside appearance of the hot-springs.  We go in, girls on
one side and boys on the other, and into the changing area.  I’m into my
swimsuit and I am showering off before Jody and Hana are even out of their
clothes.  The water here is highly mineralized and is supposed to be good
for your skin, so I wait under the shower for them to catch up.  The guys
are waiting for us near the entrance to the coed portion of the onsen.
There is a sign on the outside of the entrance that reads: ‘Swimsuits
required 1200 – 2200.  Swimsuits optional 2200 – Closing.’  At the moment
that means that everyone is in suits, me in my one piece and the other
girls in bikinis.  Kasey is staring at me nevertheless and we all go in,
chatting about nothing.

I slide into the hot spring pool, and it is hot, around forty degrees.  I
can feel the poisons leech out of me into the mineralized water, which is a
cloudy turquoise and is fairly opaque.  We all sit together talking about
our week.  I make light of my shipping mistake and everyone gets a laugh.
Yuichi and Kane seem to be trying to feel Jody and Hana up under the water
and the girls are having none of it, poor things.  I suppress a giggle as I
wonder how surprised they would be to discover that Kasey has slid a hand
through the cutout of my suit and has currently got a finger in my slit.
He can’t do much as the suit is too tight, but I’m proud of him for taking
the initiative and in the opaque water, no one can see.  I smile at him and
he smiles back, it’s our little secret.

After a short while, Kasey realizes that in a swimsuit, in the position I
am in, that he is going to have no luck.  Stealthily he slips his hand back
out and moves up to my boobs, on the outside of my suit.  The swimsuit
material is thin enough that I can feel his touch well, but not so thin
that my nipples are visible from the outside, so I make no effort to stop
him and he seems to be having fun.

We all continue chatting.  Jody and Hana have managed to drive off their
attackers, who are sulking a little, although still joining the
conversation.  At about 2130 I say, “I’m getting a little hot in here, I’m
going to jump into the cold pool.”  Regretfully Kasey has to stop his
attentions as I stand up and climb out of the hot spring.  The other pool
is about seven meters away, so I get a running start, jump into the water,
and come up, breaching like a porpoise and wailing like a wounded banshee. 
The water temperature can’t be more than fifteen degrees and feels like ice
water.  I can feel my pussy try to climb up inside me and my nipples turn
to little rocks.  The warning is too late for the other girls who followed
me.  They realize, just as their jump begins, how cold the water must be.
They splash down next to me, shortly adding to the wailing.  The boys are
right behind them and being manly men, they throw caution to the wind, to
their regret.  I’m sure that, now, they all have little boy penises.
Jumping up and down to stay warm, we splash around for a little while, then
we all get out.

I suggest we go to the snack bar and get some ice-milk, the official drink
at an onsen.  We get our drinks, chug them and then head back to the hot
spring pool.  Shortly after getting in the water again, Kane points out
that it is past 2200 and that he thinks we should all lose our swimsuits.

Jody responds, “There is no way I am taking off my swimsuit!  I’m not
interested in showing more than I have.  What kind of girl do you think I
am?”  Which I think is a total over-reaction.  Kane starts to get mad and
defend himself, but before things get out of hand I stand up, drawing their
attention and ask Jody and Hana to join me at the other end of the pool.
The pools at this outdoor onsen are large, easily twenty-five to thirty
meters across.  I breaststroke through the water far enough away for
privacy and wait for Jody and Hana to join me.

Jody immediately starts in, “I can’t believe those guys thought we’d be
strippers for them.  They should count themselves lucky we came at all.  I
don’t wear this bikini for just anyone, they should be happy to be seeing
as much skin as they are.  Turkeys!”  A budding Bruce in a skirt, I’m going
to have to do something about that.

Hana looks at me for advice; she already knows what Jody thinks.  I don’t
want to be talking down to them, which will just shut Jody’s mind.  I
tentatively say, “I understand how you feel, Jody, but are you trying to
drive Kane away?”

“What do you mean?  How am I driving him away?”

“Well, you don’t look like you’re giving in on any point.  Earlier you
wouldn’t let him touch you and now you won’t let him see you.  It looks to
me like you don’t want him around.”

Jody retorts, “That’s not true, I like him a lot, but isn’t it being easy
if we just do what they want.”

“You’re right,” I smile at her in answer.  “So you give something that
maintains your control while keeping him wanting more.  I have Kasey under
control don’t you think?”

“Well, yes, but for a first girlfriend he’d do anything.”

I respond, “Not so, remember what a handful he was for me before we got
together?  It was because he thought he had nothing to lose and now he
knows he does.  Kane will be much easier to control if you show him that he
too has something to lose if he doesn’t treat you right.  Do you see what I
mean?”

Jody and Hana nod their understanding.  Then Jody asks, “What are you
suggesting?”

“I think that allowing them to paw you or having to continuously fight them
off like earlier are both something you don’t want to have happen.  The
course of physical contact should be up to you, but you shouldn’t have to
be blunt about it.  Make him look to you for the OK before he makes a move,
but to do that I recommend we give in on the swimsuits and give them the
show they’re asking for.  Those boys aren’t dumb, just horny.  They’ll
realize that they will have something to lose if they step over the line
after we show them our bodies.”  I hope that doesn’t sound preachy.

Midway through my speech, both Jody and Hana start nodding.  They get it,
they’re not dumb either.  Jody has one more question, “What if somebody
else comes in?”

“Ignore them as best you can.  The boys will think it’s cute if you hide a
little.  One question of technique.  It’s agreed we’ll take our swimsuits
off and let the boys get a good look at us, right?”  Both of the girls nod
affirmatively.  “So, do we do it one at a time or all together?  In the
water or out of the water?”

Jody looks thoughtful, “I’d be embarrassed to do it alone; I mean three of
them staring just at me is more than I can handle right now.”  I smile,
thinking back to days when there might be a hundred guys watching me strip.
Jody continues, “But, on the other hand, if we’re going to do this let’s
give them the full Monty.  I vote to do it all together and out of the
water.”  I’m a little amazed at her bravery and thoughtfulness.  I may have
to revise my opinion of her.

I say, “I agree with you, together and out of the water.”  I look at Hana
and ask, “What do you think?”

She answers, “I’m pretty shy, but I can do it out of the water if you two
will be around me.”  She blushes slightly as she speaks.

“OK, let’s get out here, just to spook them a little, and walk over to
them.  Jody, can you speak for us?”  Jody nods and we climb out of the pool
and start heading for the door, which coincidentally causes us to pass by
where the boys are still in the water.

I flash Kasey a smile and a wink to relax him, but Kane speaks up, “You’re
not leaving are you?  I’m sorry for being so pushy.”

We stop next to where the guys are now standing in the pool.  Jody gives
Kane a friendly smile and says, “No, we’re not leaving.  In fact, we have
decided to go along with your suggestion and take off our swimsuits, but
you guys have got to go first.  You can even stay in the water.  I don’t
really wanna see your junk anyway.”  Jody laughs, and Hana and I giggle at
what Jody proposes, but we don’t contradict her.

The guys look us a little suspiciously; a little afraid we’ll grab their
suits and run off, but agree.  Soon three sets of trunks are sitting
poolside.  Jody looks at Hana and me, and then reaches behind her back to
untie her bikini top.  Hana and I follow her lead, and in a jiffy, two
bikini tops are on the ground, and my suit is pulled down to my waist.  We
wait a few moments, watching the guys eat us up with their eyes.  I start
shoving my swimsuit off my hips and hesitating slightly, Jody and Hana do
the same.  We slide our bottoms off and stand in our hairless, nude glory,
me with my legs shoulder width apart, Jody and Hana with their legs as
close together as they can make them, sigh.  I don’t think Kane and Yuichi
really notice, but Kasey certainly does as he gives me a little thumbs up. 
All three boys are examining us all as if they’ve just seen a miracle.
There we pose; three examples of womanhood, each with her own shape; our
hair colors vary from blonde to black to my own blue.  Our eyes range from
blue to black to grey.  Our shapes vary also, but all the basics are there.
After a few minutes, Jody states, “Enough of the staring, we’re getting
back in.”  She jumps in the pool, splashing water all over the boys.  Hana
and I join her and add our splashes to the general mayhem.  We all splash
each other, with six tits going every which way, to the boys’ enjoyment and
we all laugh, perhaps a little self-consciously.  A couple times one or
more of the boys rises high enough out of the water for their penises to be
on display.  Hana and Jody’s eyes get big and I do my fair share of
checking them out.  Kasey’s is the shortest, but the fit between his cock
and my body parts is so good that I’m pleased with the choice I made,
although I see why he might have been concerned.

Finally, we all calm down and pairing into couples, we find our own little
spots around the pool and have some quiet conversation.  I’m a little hot,
so I convince Kasey to sit with me on the edge of the pool, just our legs
dangling in the water.  Although he knows I’d probably go along with him,
Kasey is the perfect gentleman and just holds my hand while we talk.

Kane is paired up with Jody, whose boobs have yet to really develop.
Yuichi is paired up with Hana, whose boobs have overdeveloped, which she is
conscious of.  While they are both still sitting in the shallow end the
boys are behaving themselves and are engaging their girlfriends in
conversation as well.  Jody looks happy now and Hana too looks pleased with
herself.  It’s been a fun night.  At about 2330, Hana moves over to Jody
and has a short talk with her.  Jody waves at Kasey and me to come join
them.  When we get close, Jody says, “Hana and I have to be home by 0130.
If we’re going anywhere else we should probably head out.”

I suggest, “I know a neat little ramen bar about half way back.  We could
stop there for a bite.”  Everyone nods; we get out and collect our
swimsuits.  I bend over for mine giving Kasey a new view of me.  My labia
majora are a little puffy and my labia minora do not protrude, so my vulva
looks, to be candid a good deal like a clam.  I tell the boys, “Be patient.
I brought some body lotion for us girls to use, so it will be some time
before we get out of the dressing room.”  Then, carrying our suits, we head
for our respective changing areas.

Dressed now and much better friends than when we got here, we meet the boys
out front.  It’s a little after midnight when we start home.  We stop at
the ramen bar, which everyone agrees serves excellent ramen and get to my
place at about 0130.  Jody and Hana have called and left messages that they
are going to be a little late, but are on their way.  They assure me that
it’s fine and no trouble will come from their lateness.  As I was the last
to be collected, I am the first to be dropped off.

I consider asking Kasey to come in, but as late as it is, I decide not to
make him decide between me and getting in trouble at home.  In partial
compensation, I give him a lengthy good night French kiss.  I say to Jody
and Hana, “We should get together again like this and also as just us
girls.  I’ll give you a call.”  They thank me for coming.  I get out and
stroking Kasey’s face, tell him, “I’ll call you in the morning.”  I close
the van door, go into my home and, knowing the kind of day facing me, go
straight to bed.

Chapter 3 – The Ballet and a Night with Nancy

My alarm goes off at 0900.  I set it last night, knowing that sleeping ‘til
noon today was not an option.  I roll out of bed, take a shower, then make
and eat breakfast.  Resting for a few minutes after eating, I give Kasey a
call.  He picks up after a couple of rings.  “Hi Cathy, good morning.”  He
sounds very cheery.

I had told him last night while we were talking that I was going to be busy
tonight.  He looked a little worried when I first told him, but calmed down
when I explained I was going to the ballet with the President of my
company, a woman.  I also reiterated that he was the only male I was seeing
and that I never cheated, well, at least not without permission.

We chat about the trip to the onsen.  He says he was surprised, but pleased
that I managed to get Jody out of her swimsuit.  I don’t tell him how, I
just say that she figured out it was in her own best interest.  I also
thank him for being a good date and that I am looking forward to getting
together again, reminding him of his access to my home.  We chat a little
more; he tells me that he and Kane have known each other since grade school
and are both into science.  I let him know that I think that Jody, Hana and
I will become good friends, which makes him happy as well.  I’m being drawn
into their group and now we are an even number.  After about half an hour,
Kasey’s mom calls for him to help her clean the living room.  Sighing,
Kasey gets off the phone.  I ask him to call me tomorrow.  To be honest,
it’s fun being a teenager again, even if only in spirit.

However, today I have to be an adult and I am looking forward to that too. 
I’ve got to find an appropriate dress for tonight and I have a 1500
appointment at the salon to have my hair done.  The treatment I underwent
to remove my body hair is permanent so I don’t have to deal with that.
Unfortunately, finding a formal means that no just top and shorts today,
I’ll have to be wearing the full get up.  I pad into the bedroom and pick
out my outfit.  I wear pink nylon panties, a crème colored underwire bra
and nude pantyhose.  I intend on wearing a garter belt and nylons tonight,
since women too like the look and I fully expect Nancy to see.  To make
removal easy, I wear a blouse that matches my bra color, a navy blue skirt,
which is the usual half-thigh length and choose burgundy penny-loafers as I
expect to be walking about the downtown aplenty.  I match my eyeshadow and
lipstick to my blouse, brush my hair and am satisfied that stores I will
need to go into won’t chase me out.

At 1045, I leave my home, get into my car, put the top down and head out
for downtown Tokyo.  My condo is about thirty kilometers from downtown and
usually I’d take the train, but today I’m going to be carrying more than I
care to take with me on a train.  As I stop at the tollbooth to collect my
toll road ticket, I decide to give the truck drivers that have to be
working today a small benefit.  I slip my skirt up till it’s just shy of
exposing my panties and humming to myself, I merge onto the expressway.
Thank god for modern fabrics, my skirt won’t wrinkle even bunched up like
it is.  Since I only have a short distance to travel, I move into the
second lane of six and adjust my speed to the traffic and wave to a passing
trucker that toots at me.  Life is good, however unsure I was of that
yesterday.

It takes about forty minutes for me to get downtown and park.  I walk out
to Fifth Avenue from the parking lot and plan my route.  The dress is
first.  What it looks like will help me decide on my other choices.  I’ve
never had a formal, I don’t circulate in that level of society, and so I
have none of the accessories that go with a formal.  I figure I’m going to
need a new purse, shoes, underwear, and garter belt of the right color,
upscale nylons, and jewelry other than just the earrings I usually wear.  I
might also need different eyeshadow and lipstick.  In fact, pretty much
everything.  I’ll get advice at the dress shop on the clothing and jewelry
I should get and at the salon on the make-up.  Formal or not, I do not
intend to wear any make-up other than eyeshadow and lipstick, I never have
and now is not the time to try and learn.  About a block and a half north
on Fifth Avenue from the parking lot is the dress store that Nancy
suggested I try.  She said they can custom fit the dress and make the
modifications in less than an hour on their computer controlled alteration
machines.

I walk into the shop and am immediately set upon by two salesladies.  Nancy
had said that the service is first class and to leave myself in their
hands.  I will, up to a point.  I’m not going to wear something I don’t
like even if they should insist it’s right for me.

I explain to the ladies why I am there and they gush that with my color and
shape they are sure I’ll just love what they have for me.  I admit I am a
bit skeptical.  They look me over closely; ask several questions about my
weight, sizes, preferences in everyday clothes and the like.  I’m a little
surprised they don’t ask my measurements, but I find out why shortly.  The
two close in on me and start stripping away my outerwear.  Once my blouse
and skirt are gone, they look at me again.  One says, as if I was about to
commit a crime, “You’re not intending on wearing that underwear are you?”
I assure them that I was planning on buying all new underwear just for this
event.  Could they direct me to an appropriate shop?  They gush they know
the perfect place.  It carries everything I might need and they’ll call
ahead once I’ve selected a dress and let them know I’m coming.  At this
moment I’m glad I don’t run in this level of society normally.  Then the
ordeal beings.  They measure me every way possible and some that aren’t.
Crotch to ankle, crotch to floor, crotch to waist, crotch to shoulder, well
you get the idea.  It all goes into a computer.  Then they start bringing
dresses for me to try on, one, two, three, four…  Just when I’m beginning
to despair, they bring out a dress that makes my heart thump.

It’s beautiful.  It’s ivory in color and with my Mediterranean skin tone,
it makes a lovely contrast.  From the upper swell of my breasts down to
about ten centimeters above my knees, it’s a satiny material, softer and
more flexible than normal satin, with a built-in bra.  The back has got a
deep ‘V’ down to the small of my back.  Attached across the front of the
dress, extending over one shoulder and covering the ‘V’ is chiffon like
material, sheer and soft, which covers and exposes at the same time.  From
the hem of the dress to the floor is the same chiffon material.  My legs
look attractive under the fabric.  Covering the lower swell of my breasts
all around the dress is a ten-centimeter wide brocade made of sapphires,
rubies, emeralds, and a few diamonds, which the salesladies assure me, are
real.  Around bottom of the satiny part on the dress is brocade made of the
same stones.  The satiny portion of the dress fits me like a glove,
displaying my curves for all to see, while the chiffon lower skirt flares
somewhat.

Although the fit is not perfect, the look is.  They can tell too.  They
make me turn around several times, and look me up and down from every angle
as I admire myself in the mirrors.  Finally, they say, “This is the one.
You’ll make your beau fall to his knees and propose instantly.”  I smile to
myself as they entirely miss that target, but I see no need to correct
them.  I agree this is the dress for me.  They strip off the dress and
redress me in my street clothes.  I’m directed to return at 1415, they’ll
have it ready, and we’ll do a final check fitting then.  When I go to pay
the bill, I become especially thankful for the million dollars I got from
the Lottery Board as a bonus.  The dress costs $17,500.  I’ve personally
never paid that much for any single item in my life and although I’m aware
that my car is in the $150,000 range, the OSA paid for it, not me.  I
thumbprint the charge slip and presto, I’m that much poorer and I’ve just
started spending.  It’s a good thing that, as a rule, my tastes are simple.
I sure don’t get paid enough to afford this level of expenditure.

I leave the shop at 1310 and head to the store they recommend for the rest
of my clothes.  As they said they would, they call ahead and even transmit
my measurements to the store.  Grabbing a Coke from a vending machine, I
stroll another two blocks north on Fifth Avenue and arrive at the largest
lingerie shop I’ve ever seen.  Just as in the first shop, two ladies fall
upon me as I enter.  I identify myself and they say, “Oh yes, Patersons let
us know you were coming.  You want the full ensemble to go with the dress,
is that correct?”  They lead me over to a computer terminal and call up the
dress I had just purchased, checking that it is the correct one.  I agree
and I get stripped for the second time today.  Only they don’t stop with my
outer clothes.  While tisk, tisking, they remove everything I am wearing,
right down to and including my panties.  As I stand there in the
altogether, they inspect me as closely as their mates did.  I feel myself
turning red and one says, “There is no need to be embarrassed.  We need to
see what we have to work with.  We’ll make this as painless as possible.”
Sounds like I’m going to have surgery and in a way I am.  Pulling my
measurements up on the computer, they start selecting the undergarments I
am to wear tonight.  The only question they ask is about the hosiery.  I
tell them garter belt and nylons.  I think that is the first right thing
I’ve said today.  “Yes, yes,” one said.  “That’s what this dress calls for
and whoever you’re with will appreciate it too.”  I am mildly pleased they
don’t assume it is a man.

Starting with the panties, they try several colors and styles on me, and
then one panty they put on fits and looks like it is custom made for me.  I
am thinking black, but not them.  The panties are a striking shade of crème
that contrasts perfectly with my skin color.  They are cut such that they
expose part of my rear, a Brazilian cut I think it’s called.  I don’t care
for thongs; I like panties that cup my rear.  These aren’t thongs, but
neither do they cup my rear.  I expect them to ride up once I move, but
they have me twist, turn, walk and do squats.  When I am done, the panties
are in the same place on my buttocks that they had started at.  The portion
between my legs cups my vulva gently, but firmly and doesn’t cut into my
thighs.  The front looks like it has been painted on me without being
tight.  I am so happy with the panties I end up buying four more.

The bra is next.  I won’t be wearing a bra under the dress I bought,
because it has one.  I tell them I want to get a bra anyway since I haven’t
bought any lingerie sets in quite awhile.  Perfectly willing to make more
money, they start strapping me into bras of various styles.  Again, it
takes several tries, but eventually they put one on me that is just as good
as the panties.  It’s an underwire, but instead of leaving dents in my
skin, and being a little uncomfortable, like others I have with underwire,
it supports the cups perfectly while leaving me indentation free.  The cups
have a fabulously soft lining, the outer fabric is silky smooth, and they
somehow magically transmit a touch as if the cups aren’t there.  The ladies
explain it’s a new heat sensitive fabric combination. The clothing I wear
won’t be felt and a touch of a hand will be.  The shoulder straps, while
not wide somehow don’t dig into me and after they fasten it on, I hardly
feel like I’m wearing a bra at all.  Its color matches the panties
perfectly.  I buy three of the bras, in crème, white and black.  Its
simple, classic lines are sexy somehow.  Even though it is opaque, I’m
positive Kasey is going to love it.

Then we get to the garter belt and hose.  I normally am not a fan of garter
belts because to keep my nylons up, they have to be too tight around my
waist so that it doesn’t slip down.  Again, the ladies conjure up a garter
belt that is both super comfortable and doesn’t slip, even when they tug on
the straps.  I’m surprised it has six straps.  My other two have four,
which they tell is why I always have to keep pulling my stockings up, four
straps just won’t hold them in place properly.  It’s also crème colored.  I
buy a second one, in black and I’m going to dump my old ones asap.  To
finish my underwear we pick out some nylons.  I am thinking silk, but they
persuade me to go with a new nylon textile for the hose.  It stretches more
than silk, holds up longer and, I’ll admit, looks just as good.  I try on a
pair and once I master the method of hooking them to six as opposed to four
straps, I find I love them.  They look sexy and are silky to the touch.
The most amazing thing is they don’t wrinkle even when I sit, cross my
legs, squat and then stand; they cling to my legs perfectly.  I get six
pair of them.  Two of the crème, two black and two nude as I can see myself
substituting them for thigh-high nylons on occasion.  I also buy eight pair
of pantyhose of the same material, four nude, two black and two white.  The
final bill comes to $2510.  Holy smokes!  They will hold my items for me,
then they get me dressed again and I go upstairs to get a pair of shoes.

Fortunately finding the right shoes doesn’t take long at all.  As I come
onto the floor, nearly right in front of me are a pair of high-heels to die
for.  They are silver in color; with an open toe and a band made of thin
criss-crossing strips just where my toes end, open shank, with small, thin
bands forming the heel cup.  A dainty ankle strap with ten-centimeter
heels, which are narrow without being too spiky, completes the shoe.  They
will totally expose my feet.  I decide that, if they fit, they’re mine!
The shoe salesman comes over and I tell him that I am going formal tonight
and, pointing at the shoes indicate I’d like to try them.  I sit down while
he brings out the size-measuring device.  I swear a pervert designed it.
To place my feet properly on it I have to spread my legs apart about
fifteen centimeters.  Yep, he looks right up my skirt.  I choose not to
take offense and let him look while he carefully measures my feet.  He goes
into the back and comes out with the shoes for me to try on.  I slip my
feet into them and he fastens the ankle strap, while I carefully keep my
knees together.  Once is enough.  I stand up and start walking around.  The
ten-centimeter heels are higher than any of my other shoes, but I am used
to high-heels and the fit is so good that they feel like extensions of my
legs.  My feet don’t slide around in them at all.  There is extra
cushioning under the balls of my feet and I think these shoes won’t become
uncomfortable.  I also find a purse there, also just right I think.  It’s
an ivory clutch purse with a pair of silver stripes at one end that match
the shoes.  It won’t hold much more than my ID, eyeshadow, lipstick and a
small comb, but I sure can’t use the suitcase I usually carry.  I pay
another $1150 for the shoes and purse; and hope that I get another chance
to use them.  I’m not sure about wearing hose with the shoes, but I’ll make
my mind up later about that.  Kasey will like the garter belt and hose
anyway; I’m sure.

Carrying the shoes, I climb the stairs to the top floor to get some
jewelry.  The carpet is a very thick ivory and an urbane gentleman assists
me with my selection.  He knows what my dress looks like and after finding
out how I think I’m going to wear my hair, suggests a pair of blue sapphire
earrings and a matching bracelet.  The earrings have a small sapphire where
they attach to my earlobes and a larger one dangling a couple centimeters
lower, with a few diamonds around the lower sapphire and in-between.  The
bracelet has nine sapphires set in white gold with a sprinkling of diamonds
around them all.  The set sets me back a further $3500.  I total the cost
of my outfit in my head and it comes to almost $25,000.  Oh my god, that’s
nearly forty percent of my annual salary!  I only mentally hyperventilate
for a few seconds.  Well, it’s only a one-time buy; I want to impress
Nancy, and when I model it for Kasey, it’ll knock him out.  Moreover, this
is my second life, after all.

Collecting my stuff from the ladies, I head back to the dress shop.  I get
there at 1420 and as promised; my dress is ready.  I’ve called the salon
and told them I’m going to be fifteen minutes late.  I take off my bra to
try on the dress and it fits perfectly.  My breasts are cupped and pushed
up gently and the dress feels very comfy.  The lining is velvety, but
smooth so I won’t need a slip.  They include a pair of opera gloves that
are a matching ivory and go to half way up my upper arms.  The whole effect
is quite elegant.  I dress and carrying quite a load, go back to my car.  I
carefully place my fortune in the trunk, get in the car and drive to the
salon.  The salon, my usual one, is not far from my home, and is only half
a block from the new make-up store.

Diane, my hairdresser, asks about the evening.  I tell her about the
ballet, dress and earrings.  She suggests I get my hair done up with a few
wisps loose to show off the earrings.  I tell her to do what she thinks is
best as I’m a noob at formal events.  I trust Diane, she always does my
hair and I love her work.  While Diane is doing my hair, another woman in
the salon is giving me a French manicure.  When I leave here, I’ll have to
be careful not to mess things up.  They get done with me at 1630.  Compared
to what I spent downtown, the salon trip is free.  I agree to return on
Tuesday so Diane can get my hair back into its normal condition as she’s
used several rather harsh chemicals to set it and keep it together, while
still having it feel soft.  I head over to the make-up store to get the
last items I need.  Tamara is right; the selection is huge.  I hunt around
for a time and then find an eyeshadow that is exactly the same color as the
sapphires and is mildly glittery.  Score!  A little more hunting turns up a
lipstick that should be perfect.  It’s a tawny-crème color that is just a
touch lighter than the color of my skin.  It’ll be visible without being a
focal point.  I have other parts of me I want Nancy to be looking at.

Hopping back in the car, I drive the short remaining distance home,
arriving at exactly 1700.  Nancy said she would pick me up at 1930, so I
have a little time to kill.  I hang up my dress and put away the lingerie I
bought, disposing of some of my older underwear, the garter belts and a few
pair of nylons and pantyhose.  Disrobing, I lie down on the bed and take a
nap.  I wake a few minutes after 1800 and make a light meal to take the
edge off my hunger, as I haven’t eaten since this morning.  I’m one of the
lucky ones; my weight seems to be a constant of the universe.  I haven’t
gained or lost a pound since I was seventeen.

I take a shower and start dressing for my night out.  I slip on the
panties, garter belt and the crème colored hose and then I put the shoes on
to check the look.  Even in the long dress, I don’t think it’s going to
work.  My legs will be too light to be seen well under the chiffon that
extends from above my knees to nearly the floor and part of the allure of
the shoes is how my feet appear to be naked.  No hose for me tonight.
Removing the garter belt and nylons, I return them to the dresser drawer.
I go to the dresser and meticulously apply the tawny-crème lipstick and the
glittery sapphire-blue eye shadow, and then I hang the earrings from my
ears.  I also apply a seldom-used slight spray of perfume.  I  get the
dress out of the closet and being careful not to step on it, pull it up my
body, and then zip myself up.  I slide my arm into the chiffon and adjust
it so it drapes properly.  I check the look and my eyelids and earrings are
the perfect match I hoped for.  I move my ID, cell, and a couple hundred
dollars from my purse to the clutch and add the lipstick, eyeshadow and a
small comb.  Then, just in case, I add a small vibrator.  I pull on the
opera gloves and snap the sapphire bracelet around my right wrist.
Standing on my tiptoes, I check my appearance in the mirror.  I am a marvel
to behold.  If I didn’t already know it is I, I wouldn’t believe it.
Without overstating it, I think I look beautiful and am sure Nancy will not
be disappointed.

I take my shoes to the entryway so I have them readily available and drop
the clutch off on the coffee table.  It’s only a little after 1900, so I
sit down, flick on the TV, settle back and watch an episode of a favorite
anime, although I am careful about the drape of the dress so as not to
spoil it with creases.  The episode is about several high school girls and
their first love.  It harmonizes well with my mood.  Just as the episode
ends, the doorbell rings and I hear a male voice over the intercom
announcing that Nancy Dannana is here to take Cathy Burgess to the ballet. 
Oh, lord, a chauffeur!  I turn off the TV, take my clutch, pad over to the
entryway, slip my feet into the heels, fasten the ankle strap and taking a
deep breath open the door.  There, in uniform, is the chauffeur.  Behind
him, in the cul-de-sac is a silver Bentley.  My heart is beating a little
fast as I follow the chauffeur to the car.  He opens the rear door and
there is Nancy, sitting on the far side, smiling at me invitingly.  I get
in and sit down, with more legroom than I thought a car had.  The chauffer
closes the door and then gets into the driver’s seat and off to the ballet
we go.

Nancy appraises me, smiles pleasantly, takes my hand and says, “Hello
Cathy, you look gorgeous.  I think you have really hit the mark.  I’m a
little jealous in fact; one would never know that you don’t go to formal
events often.”  Nancy looks very attractive herself.  She’s wearing some
sort of traditional Indian saree, which matches her perfectly.  It’s dark-
red and wraps around her from neck to ankle; it’s semi-sheer and under it
is a long opaque dark-red skirt and matching halter-top.  The outer wrap
and halter-top sleeves have a silver filigree all over, with diamonds (I’m
sure real) scattered at some of the focal points.  Her midriff is visible
through the outer wrap and is nicely flat, with just a hint of a bulge.
The skirt is slit up to mid-thigh; she has her legs crossed and shows a
good deal of thigh, again under her outer wrap, so nothing is actually
exposed.  She has several sliver bracelets on her right wrist, silver
earrings and a sliver necklace, all studded with diamonds.  The overall
effect is very elegant.  She is not wearing hose either.  I think when she
is standing; the skirt will overlap, and be easy to walk in.  The only way
to tell it has a slit will be if she makes an effort to expose her legs,
like now.

“Hello Nancy,” I respond.  “You need not be jealous as you are looking very
elegant yourself.  By the way, not often is wrong.  Never would be more
accurate.  If it wasn’t for the ladies at the dress shop you sent me to and
the shop they recommended and the help I got from everyone, it could have
easily been a disaster.  Thank-you for your help directing me and I’m
looking forward to our date.”

Nancy blushes at that and says, “I’m happy to be able to point you in the
right direction.  Your taste in clothes has always been good and it didn’t
let you down today either.”  Looking at my outfit knowledgably, she
continues, “I hope it didn’t break the bank.”

I giggle at that, and reply, “No, not at all.  I have an inheritance that I
used, so I’m fine.  It was fun not worrying about the cost and just getting
exactly what I wanted.  It is definitely worth it.”  Nancy relaxes then and
we sit back in oh, so comfortable seats and chat gaily while we get
chauffeured to our destination.

The car stops right at the entrance to the Tokyo Opera House, which is
bathed in floodlights.  The chauffeur opens the door on my side of the car.
I swing my legs around and step out of the car onto a red carpet, Nancy
following me closely.  I am taken by surprise when I see reporters with
cameras and a news team broadcasting the arrivals.  We start walking in; I
see that we are on TV and have cameras aimed in our direction.  I look at
Nancy with a questioning look as the chauffeur drives off and another car
takes his place.  She comments, “It is opening night, that’s why it is so
formal.  This will be the first time the San Francisco Ballet Company has
performed ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream’ outside of the United States, so this
is quite an event.”  I realize that, with her connection to the OSA, Nancy
is more than she seems.  Still, I am surprised she was able to get tickets
to such an event.  My heart speeds up again as I grasp that Nancy is
signaling her wish to become more than friends by taking me here.

It’s been fun flirting with her, but I hadn’t thought about more than that.
We walk up the steps to the entrance, the reporters direct their attention
elsewhere, and Nancy hands the doorman our tickets.  An usher is summoned
and guides us up to the dress circle and to our box, which is about fifteen
rows back from the stage, with a perfect view.  Before leaving, the usher
asks if we’d like refreshments.  I order a Manhattan and Nancy orders a
glass of Bordeaux.  He leaves and shortly returns with our drinks.  He
places them on the shelf in front of us and subtly indicating the call
button leaves us to ourselves.  We sip our drinks, waiting for the
performance to begin.  It gives me a chance to contemplate a relationship
with Nancy.  I subtly look at her in a different light; she had encouraged
some hesitant physical flirting at work, but I sense she does not do this
casually, and if I accept a physical relationship, it will have to be with
caution.  I sense I could really hurt her; it does not seem to me she
reaches out easily, especially with a woman; maybe never before, I surmise.
What a challenge, my mirthful erotic sense bubbles inside.  I could teach
her so much!

Soon the first act begins.  The ballet is beautifully performed and the
subtle sexuality projected probably influences my thoughts.  At the break
Nancy and I take a little stroll to the balcony outside, which encircles
the front half of the Opera House.  We lean on the railing and chat about
the ballet and about how amazing the performers are.  We’re both on our
second drinks and I decide to turn up the heat, just a little.  I move
closer to Nancy and cause our arms to touch.  She gives me a small smile
and does not pull away.  Soon the call to return for the second act occurs
and we go back to our box.  During the first act, Nancy’s legs were hidden
under her skirt, but now she shifts her skirt and exposes one.  About
midway through the second act, we get our third drinks and after taking a
sip, I reach out and lay my fingers on her leg, showing my willingness to
proceed.

Nancy, a serious look on her face, closes her eyes for a few moments while
I stroke a small portion of her thigh through the outer fabric.  She seems
to have very smooth skin and, given her age, I wonder if she shaves or is
hairless like me.  The second break is coming soon and the ballet is very
engrossing, so soon, with a light touch of her arm I return to watching the
performance.  During the second break, we stay indoors, still mostly
chatting about the ballet while walking around the dress circle.  I am
pleased with my heels, they remain comfortable and as Nancy is in flats,
I’m not too much shorter than she is.  We are so engrossed that we do not
notice the appreciative glances our duo is eliciting from the men; the
envious glances we get from the women who assess our outfits.  Part way
into our amble I reach out and take her hand.  She looks slightly
astonished, but does not withdraw it.  The call to return is sounded and
hand in hand, we go back to our box.

We obtain another set of drinks and settle down to watch the last act.
Again, Nancy allows her skirt to open and expose her leg.  The chairs are
not moveable and without looking ridiculous our legs have to remain
covered, so our contact is limited.  Not long before the end of the ballet,
Nancy places her hand on mine and says, “Would you like to come back to my
home after the end of the ballet?”

It’s hard to see her face in the darkness and I don’t use my night-sight,
but I decide I’m ready to commit and answer, “I’d be happy to.”  She
squeezes my hand in response and we return to watching the last of ‘A
Midsummer’s Night Dream’.  Afterwards, we have to wait a short while as her
Bentley works its way up to us.  We get in, and I almost expect her to say,
‘Home, James.’, but she doesn’t.  In fact, she says nothing at all as the
car moves off.  Very soon, I can tell we’re not heading for my home, so I
slide close to her and lifting the outer material, boldly infiltrate her
skirt with a hand.  She starts a bit and looking up front, and goes to
remove my hand.  I whisper, “Do you really want me to stop?”  Her arm
freezes, then she relaxes it and shakes her head no.  She simply pushes a
button and an opaque window slides up cutting off any view the chauffeur
has of the back seat.  Using my other hand I lift the chiffon portion of my
dress and fold it back, exposing my lower thighs.  My upper skirt is a
close fit, so not much more is made easily available.  I mainly do it show
my willingness.  Meanwhile, I slide my hand to the inside of her thigh and
caress it, slowly working my way higher.  Resting her hand on my knee, she
closes her eyes and her breathing is getting faster.

I don’t know how long it’ll take to get to where she lives, but I decide to
press on.  I reach her panty-covered crotch and make a discovery.  As I
gently skim my fingers over her panties, I feel hair underneath.  This is
going to be interesting.  It’s been awhile since I’ve even seen a woman
with hair.  Denise, Jody and Hana are as hairless as I am.  Nancy stops
breathing for a few seconds when I first make contact with her privates,
but makes no objection.  I detect the chauffeur turn into what looks like a
private drive, so I slide my hand out and smooth down my dress.  Nancy
takes my hand and looking into my eyes says, “Tell me you’ll stay the
night.”  I think she does not want to have to guess and is too nervous to
read my body language properly.  Looking at her calmly I answer, “Sure,
I’ll stay.  Let’s have some fun.”  Then I give her a big grin.  The
chauffeur stops the Bentley smoothly, comes around and opens the door for
us.  We get out and walk to the front door of a big house, close to the
mansion I had pictured.  Nancy places her palm on the palm-plate and the
door opens.  We walk in, Nancy slips out of her shoes, but I keep mine on,
as they are still comfortable.

She takes my hand, leads me down a short hallway to the stairway to the
second floor.  We climb the stairs and turning right we walk down the
richly carpeted hallway to the end and into her bedroom, which looks as
large as my condo.  We take several steps in, and then Nancy halts and just
stands there.  Knowing from her behavior that she doesn’t really know what
she wants, I step around in front of her and kiss her.  If she had had
shoes on, she’d jumped out of them.  She starts, takes a step back and
looks like she is having second thoughts.

I speak up, “You don’t have to do this, you know.  I like you, but just
because you know that Denise and I had that kind of relationship, doesn’t
mean we have to.  I am willing and I think it will be pleasurable for us
both, but it is your call.”

Nancy takes a deep breath, and then responds, “I have wondered about you
ever since you came to work with us.  I’ve not met many free spirits and
the way you and Denise seemed to enjoy each other made me a little envious.
My upbringing in India stressed decorum and business.  My parents live with
me to this day.”  She seems a hesitant to say more, but then blurts out,
“My husband died in a private plane crash on his way back from a business
conference.  That was more than twenty years ago.  I was left well provided
for, along with two daughters and a son.  They are currently all away at
school, except for my oldest daughter who is back in India teaching middle
school.”  She sighs in remembrance and picks up, “I moved here a year after
my husband died.  I just had to get away from India and all the familial
encumbrances there.  Some of my relatives had plans to marry me off
already.  I joined BEC two years later and have been there ever since.
When I joined BEC their prospects didn’t look good, but I was in the right
place at the right time and soon we had the company turned around and
running well.  I devoted all my time and efforts into making a success of
myself and the company and I think I’ve done well.  I think it’s time I
thought about other things.”

I nod indicating agreement and say, “I think you have done more than well. 
The people there really do seem to like being there and we all enjoy what
we do.  We know who is boss, but, I think we also feel we are free to do
what we think is best without looking over our shoulder.  Even mistakes
like my almost misdirected shipment don’t cause panic.  I knew you wouldn’t
fire me because that is not how you deal with mistakes.  We fixed it and
didn’t play any blame game.”  I giggle a little and continue, “My only
worry is how much Bruce is going to try and extract for saving me,” I
finish with a smile.

“He had better not try and extract anything!” she states angrily.  “If he…”

I interrupt her, “Please, you needn’t try and protect me.  He did save us a
lot of trouble and, as we both know, he may be a jerk, he is also very,
very good at his job.  To be totally candid, I won’t mind paying some price
and you know it’ll make him happier.”  I smile and ask, “Has my free
spirited behavior helped or not?”

Still frowning a little she responds, “Of course it has helped.  Even the
many that don’t participate directly are more relaxed and creative.  It is
true that even Bruce has improved his performance, although not his
personality.”  She loosens up and agrees, “Alright, how you handle Bruce is
your own affair.”

“Speaking of affair,” seeing my chance to reopen the topic, “Did my kissing
you spook you that much?  If so, I didn’t intend to.  Should I leave?”

Looking a little alarmed she quickly says, “No, I don’t want that.  I think
I can learn much about life from you.  The part I missed while building my
career.  The way you and Denise handled her execution made me want to find
out more about myself.  I want to get to know you better and maybe develop
a relationship with you, but I’ve never been with a woman and I am nervous
as hell.”

I laugh at her language; Nancy just doesn’t us four letter words.  I tell
her, “You know that I have.  I will tell you something more.”  I giggle
again, “I like women, and sex with them is great.  I also like men, sex
with them is great.  I currently have a seventeen-year-old boyfriend, who I
have no intension of giving up any time soon.  If you will have me, I see
no reason not to have a fifty-two year old girlfriend.”  Nancy nods her
understanding, although her eyebrows had risen briefly at the ‘seventeen-
year-old’ part.  “Let’s see where this leads us, I won’t hurt you, my
spirit doesn’t allow that.”  Mary comes momentarily to mind.  “For now, let
me lead the way, OK?”  Nancy nods again.

I resolve to put the question; I want to know how skittish she really is.
I step close again, think for a second and then start to disrobe her.  She
stiffens when she realizes what I am doing, but I think it’ll be easier for
her to be naked first.  I unpin the top of her wrap and peel away the outer
portion of her gauzy clothes, spiraling it off her and making a circle on
the floor.  I unzip and remove her halter-top, under which she is wearing a
bra I wouldn’t be caught dead in.  It is genuinely hard to tell if she has
real breasts, the bra covers so much.  I locate the zipper of her skirt and
unzip it.  The skirt drops off instantly and she has trouble deciding which
part to cover up, her top or her bottom.  I make the decision easy when I
reach behind her, undo her bra, and pull it off her, tugging it gently out
of her hands.  Her breasts are beautiful, and large, although not as large
as Denise’s were.  They have some sag, but at her age, it’s trivial, just
enough to show she’s fully matured.  Her nipples are very dark with small
dark areolas around them.  I must be staring as she covers her tits with
her hands.  I laugh softly, then slide the chiffon off my shoulder, remove
my arm, and reach to the side zipper of my dress.  I unzip myself and, with
a little tugging, slip the dress off me, where it forms a circle at my
feet.  I bend over, showing off my breasts, undo the ankle straps and step
out of my shoes.

Nancy is definitely staring at my boobs; they may not be large, but my
lovers always appear to be fascinated by them; unholstered, they never seem
to be still.  I place my hands on my hips, inviting her gaze.  She realizes
what I am doing, looks down at her hands and lowers them from her breasts. 
I say, “You have a nice body, you know.  Has it been a while since someone
has had access to it?”  She colors and both nods and shakes her head, still
pretty tense.  “Your breasts look inviting.”  I move in close again, but
this time I wrap my arms around her, rise up onto tiptoes, pull her to me
getting boob-to-boob contact and kiss her.  This time she does not pull
away and deciding it’ll be OK, I open my mouth slightly and push my tongue
against her lips.  She kisses well, so her heterosexual experience can’t be
too limited.  She hangs back a few seconds knowing that to allow my tongue
in means we will share bodily fluids and will have passed the point of no
return.  Then, her mouth opens, my tongue enters, finds her tongue and the
die is cast.  I find myself whispering to myself, ‘I’m sorry Denise, but
Nancy needs me and I need her,’ and get a strange feeling of approval from
inside me.  Nancy and I continue to kiss, I skim my hand down over her
stomach and under the waistband of her panties, and on down, stopping just
short of her slit, but with my fingers entwined in her pubic hair.  As my
hand slides into her panty, Nancy stiffens once more, but for a very short
time this time.  The kiss is the key, now she is unlocked.  May the games
begin.

I slip my hand out of her panty and take a step back.  Nancy is panting and
a little flushed.  I say, “I would like you to take off my panties, if you
will.”  She looks slightly shocked, but follows my direction.  

She takes hold of my waistband and slips the panty over my hips, down my
legs and to the floor.  As I step out of my panties, she straightens up,
looks right at my genitals and asks, “Are you permanently hairless, um,
down there?”

“Yes, I had it done many years ago because the hair there did not match the
color on my head.  Nevertheless, I found that I loved the smooth feeling
and honestly can’t picture myself any other way.  It’s not for everyone
that’s for sure.  I know it’s the current fad, but pubic hair will be back
in again, just like it’s been twice before in my life.”  I step to Nancy,
grip her waistband, and while her hands flinch, she controls them, and I
slide her panties off her.  Getting up, I slip my fingers back into her
pubic hair, which is soft and silky.  Playing with her hair, I say, “I love
that you have hair, it’s a nice contrast to me and it’s so soft.  I’m going
to have fun with it.”

Nancy shyly smiles and softly replies, “Feel free.”

Moving my hands to her rear, I cup her ass cheeks and give them a little
squeeze.  I move closer, close my eyes and kiss her, slipping my tongue
back into her mouth for some exploration.  Nancy responds with some ardor
and hugs me close.  I inhale her feminine scent and feel more aroused.
Then she draws back a touch and slides her hands over my breasts, gently
kneading them while we kiss.  It may be her first time with a woman, but
she instinctively knows how to treat them.  My nipples grow hard, stabbing
her palms and my cunt starts to lubricate.  I continue kissing her, while
squeezing her ass and rubbing my mound softly against hers.

After a few minutes of mutual groping, I break off kissing and taking her
hand, I lead her to her giant size bed.  We lie down together, I raise up,
and kneeling partly over her, I bend and enwrap one of her nipples with my
lips.  My tongue snakes out and flips at the nipple, which is rapidly
getting engorged.  She reaches up and resumes fondling my tits, squeezing
them just shy of pain as I hear a moan escape her.  My pussy twitches in
time with her squeezes and I know I’m good and wet.  I start moving one
hand down along the side of her body, giving it a mild tickle, moving on to
her mound and slipping a finger into her slit.  Her hands fall away from
me, she bends and spreads her legs slightly and stares up at the ceiling.

I maneuver my finger deeper into the folds and find progress is somewhat
impeded by lack of moisture.  I withdraw my finger and resume playing with
her public hair.  She looks at me apologetically and says, “I’m still a
little anxious, I don’t get wet that easily anyway.  I’m sorry.”

Still playing in her hair, I release her nipple and say, “Don’t be.  Denise
sometimes took a while to get wet as well.  Not many are the instant fire
hydrant I am.”  I rise to a kneeling position and go on, “Tonight, don’t
worry about me or how great or otherwise the sex is.  Just start getting
used to having your body touched sexually again.”  I get off the bed and go
to my purse, which I had dropped on a chair, open it and retrieve the
little vibrator.  As I return, Nancy eyes it curiously.  I ask her, “Have
you ever used one of these?”

“No, I’ve not.”  She blushes cutely.  When I was younger I thought it was
kind of like cheating and recently, well, I haven’t touched myself much at
all.”

“That’s going to change.  Lie back, bend your knees, and spread your legs,”
I command.  Nancy reddens even more, but complies.  I look at the pussy
lips sticking out of her hair.  They’re not as plump as mine are.  They are
wavy and shorter, exposing the inner part of her pussy to my view.  I lie
in-between her legs and switch the vibrator on.  It’s nearly silent and its
vibrations are not strong, but are probably just right for her.  I apply it
to her mound a little above her slit and ask, “How does that feel?”

Her eyes are closed, but she answers, “Fine.  A little strange, but fine.”

I stir the vibrator about in her pubic hair, giving her time to get used to
the sensation.  While sliding it along the inside of her thigh, I slide
forward and give her clitoral hood a lick.  She starts to say something,
but I shush her.  She is very fresh, currently without much taste at all,
and only the faintest scent to entice my nostrils.  After getting her
clitoral area good and wet with my saliva, I return to using the vibrator. 
I gradually approach the top of her cunt, slip it into the slit and nudge
it against the side of her clitoris.  Her eyes fly open and her lips
separate.  A sigh escapes and she looks at me, and smiles.  I slide the
device along, up and down, one side, then the other, round and round her
clitoris.  I avoid direct contact for now.  Nancy starts panting lightly,
tilts her hips, and squirms a tad.  A stronger scent now wafts up from her
and I see visible signs of moisture in her slit.  While continuing to use
the vibrator on her cunt, I take my other hand and stroke her inner thighs
tenderly, slowly approaching her honeypot.  She closes her eyes again and
is clearly most excited.  My fingers arrive at the edge of her pussy and I
caress the edges of her labial lips.  Then I plunge a finger deep into her
vagina and move the vibrator directly onto her love button.  Her eyes
squeeze together and she cums instantly, thrusting her hips into the air
and stifling a shriek.  I hold the vibrator there for a few more seconds,
turn it off, replace it with a cupped hand and apply gentle pressure.  At
the same time, I slide a second finger into her and leisurely glide my
fingers in and out of her vagina, which is now plenty wet.  Before long she
cums again, not as intensely as the first time, but a good climax
nevertheless.

I remove the intruding fingers, lick them off, find Nancy tastes good and
move up to lie next to her.  As she catches her breath, I softly fondle her
bosom.  She recovers and smiles a deeply satisfied smile and says, “Cathy,
you have magic fingers.  I haven’t orgasmed like that in many years.”

“Thank-you, Nancy.  I honestly enjoy all forms of sex and love doing
someone as much as I do having it done to me.  Too me, it’s the most fun I
can have and I’m happy it was pleasurable for you.”  I smile at her,
knowing I tell the truth and am happy for us both.  Nancy begins to look a
little uncomfortable.  I observe, “You think too much, my dear.  There is
no need for you to do anything but be happy.  I doubt this will be our last
time together and I’m fine with the way things are.”  I lean over and give
her a quick kiss and say, “If you don’t mind, perhaps you could get the
chauffeur to drive me home.  Would that be OK?”

Nancy looks at me thoughtfully and replies, “You’re an amazing woman.  I
think that it would be for the best.  My parents are somewhat conventional,
so explanations would have to be made.  I’ll ring him up and get him to
bring the car around.”  She gets out of bed, calls the chauffeur, gives the
order, then picks up her panties, and starts to put them on.

Meanwhile, I still lie stretched out on her bed.  I interrupt her dressing,
“What are you doing?  Come back here and join me.  I want you to spend time
allowing the feelings to sink in.  I’m a big girl now and can be trusted to
find my way home.”  I giggle like a maniac and as she follows my
directions, I kiss her when she crawls into bed.  Then I get out and start
dressing.  “You stay here and relax.  I don’t think you probably relax
enough, so it will be good for you.”  I finish dressing, collect my
vibrator, then lean over and give a good-bye kiss, with just a few moments
of tonguing together.  I pause at the door; holding my shoes, drink in her
still fine body and wave.

She waves and says, “Take care.”

The chauffeur is waiting downstairs.  I slip the heels back on, thanking
the gods for their magnificent fit and follow the chauffeur out to the car.
He drops me off home at about 0330 and for a change; I actually hang up the
dress in its protective container before I throw myself into bed.  A few
minutes later, I am dead to the world.

Chapter 13 – Kasey and Friends

I stir and bleary eyed, I look at the clock; 1210 it reads.  Ah, sleeping
till noon is such a luxury.  I lie there, carelessly fondling my breasts
and contemplate my night with Nancy.  There are definitely possibilities
there, but I’ll need to move carefully.  I don’t want to risk my working
relationship and she will need time to digest things.  I don’t mind.  Nancy
is a cutie and will be worth the effort and the wait, I do believe.  I
yawn, stretch like a cat, then roll out of bed and into the bathroom, where
I take care of business and then get under a hot shower.

I pad out of the bathroom, still drying my hair and wander into the living
room.  I turn the TV on and catch the start of the Tokyo Samurais vs. the
Osaka Titans football game.  I like football and the Samurais are supposed
to be good this year.  Back in the States, my team was the 49ers, but now
that I’m here, my allegiance will have to switch to the Samurais.  I watch
about an hour of the game, then realize I am hungry and make a brunch for
myself.  I watch the game and eat until halftime.  I clean up my room
during halftime, carefully stashing the jewelry in the safe in my study.

Shortly after the second half begins, I am done.  I grab a Coke and plop
down to watch the rest of the game.  Awhile later, shortly after the fourth
quarter begins, my cell starts ringing.  I glance at the clock, 1505 is the
time, and pick up the phone from the coffee table where I put it when I
emptied the mini-purse.  I check the caller; it is Kasey.  Cool, he called
as we agreed and not too early, either, a few points for the boy.  I press
the talk button and say, “Hiya Kasey, what’s up?”

“Not too much, how was your night at the ballet?”  More points.

“It was fantastic.  The San Francisco Ballet Company put their hearts into
the performance and I enjoyed every second of it.  My boss is a sweet woman
and we had a good time together.  You should have seen me; the dress I wore
was beautiful.”

“I did see it,” he replies.  “They were broadcasting the people walking up
the red carpet and my mom watches that sort of stuff all the time.  I was
sitting with her for a few minutes when the car arrived with you in it and
I got to see you in that dress, with an Indian-looking lady.  I thought you
were very pretty, but I don’t think it was the dress, as nice as it was.”
The point count skyrockets.

We chat as I half watch the game, which the Samurais win, 31 – 17.  I
eventually realize he wants to come over, but is afraid to ask.  “What are
you doing?” I ask.

“Jody, Kane and I have been doing our homework together and we finished
just before I called you.”

I think about inviting the whole crew, instead of just Kasey, decide it’s a
good idea, then, “Why don’t the three of you come over.  I’ve got a good
disk collection and some neat games.  I’m sure we can find some fun stuff
to do.”

“You don’t mind if Jody and Kane tag along?”

“No, no problem at all.  It might be educational for us all.”  I giggle a
little evilly.  I’m not sure he caught my drift.

I hear some background conversation and a little cheer, from Jody I think. 
“OK, we’ll all come.  Kane brought his car so we’ll leave here in about
five minutes and be at your place in around half an hour.”  Kasey explains.

“I’ll be waiting.  No need to knock, just come on in.”  I start thinking
about what to put on.  I don’t think I should meet them in the nude.
However, I am horny after not getting any for a couple days.  Actually, as
opposed to many women I know, I am usually horny.  I decide to wear a pair
of the white panties I just bought along with a baggy t-shirt that’s just
long enough to hide the panties if I am cautious, which I won’t be.  I pad
into the bedroom and slip into the panties, marveling at their fit and feel
once again.  I pull on the t-shirt over my head and check that my panties
are hidden, which they are, just barely.  I look into the mirror; apply
just a touch of eyeshadow and pink lipstick and feeling good, I pad back
into the living room where I start picking out some of my favorite disks.
I lay out a couple comedies and a science fiction movie that I know is
popular.  Later, if it looks propitious, I’ll suggest we check out an
execution video.  That’s always a signal for sex.  I’ll have to discover if
Jody is up for it before hand though.  I don’t want to put her in a bind.
I can always keep Kasey here after they leave since Kane has a car.  In-
between movies I can make them dinner and if I’m lucky maybe they play
bridge.  Tomorrow is a holiday so I’m not too concerned about how late
things run.

I am watching the post game show and highlights of other games, with my
feet on the coffee table when the door opens and Kasey, followed by Jody
and Kane enter.  I’m sure he catches a glimpse of my panties as I remove my
feet from the table and tuck my legs under me.  I give them all a little
wave, “Hi guys, come on in.  I hope you like football, cause if you don’t
mind I’d like to watch the rest of this program, which ends at 1630.”
Kasey, ever the gentleman, takes the chair next to where I am sitting; Jody
and Kane join me on the couch.  It may have been a more-or-less random
choice, but I think I have myself a winner.

Jody is wearing a closely fitting pull over (with bra) and a skirt not much
longer than my t-shirt.  Like all women, she automatically knows how to sit
without sharing her underwear with the rest of the world.  At 1630, the
program ends and a drag racing show comes on.  I could care less about drag
racing, but the boys look interested.  I look over at Jody and suggest,
“Would you like a tour of the place?  We can leave the boys to their racing
and get in some girl talk.”  She nods and gets up.  “We’ll be back after
awhile.  Until then have fun watching tires smoke.”  I giggle.

I point out the adjacent bathroom, show her the study and then we pad off
to my bedroom.  I show her my Japanese style tub, which she likes and then
we return to the bedroom, sit down on the bed and chat.  She sits cross-
legged and I discover that she is wearing a thong and is interested in
going further with Kane.  I ask her, “I don’t want to make you
uncomfortable; but have you and Kane done it?”

She reddens a little, “Not yet, but I like him well enough that it would be
OK.  He won’t be my first if that’s what you are asking.  Also, to be even,
you should tell me if you and Kasey have…”

I also redden a little, slipping easily into my teenybopper mode, “Um… yes,
we have.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”  I retort, knowing full well what she is asking.

“Ah… um…,” she sputters some, then gathering her courage she says, “Was he
good?” then blushes to the tips of her ears.

I smile, figure I’ve tortured her enough and reply, “He wasn’t bad for a
first time.  We are a good match in bed and with practice,” another smile,
“I’m sure we’ll be fine.”  She nods her head as she digests the
information.  I glance at the clock; it’s nearly 1700.  “Let’s go rejoin
the boys before they find something else to watch.”  We get off the bed and
return to the living room.

Kasey and Kane look up from the TV at us and Kasey asks, “Did you have a
good tour?”

Jody nods and I suggest we watch one of the comedies from the stack I
selected.  As they peruse the possibilities, I go to the kitchen and bring
back a tray with Cokes and munchies.  They select a kung-fu parody, which
is very funny, one of my all time favorites.  We fire up my entertainment
system to watch it.  I wedge in next to Kasey and the room shades close,
putting us in semi-darkness as the movie begins.

Kasey puts his arm around me and Kane does the same with Jody, who snuggles
up to him.  The movie is as funny as I remember and we laugh so hard that
sometimes my sides hurt.  Moving around, laughing, grabbing drinks and
munchies causes both Jody and I to frequently reveal our panties, but the
boys pretend not notice.  The movie ends at 1840 and Jody, wiping the tears
from her eyes comments, “That was so funny, I thought I was going to fall
off the couch.  It’s new to me and was a great choice.”  She nudges Kane,
giving him the credit.  I suggest that we eat dinner soon and that they
leave the menu up to me.  They agree and I pad out to the kitchen.  Jody
follows and starts setting the table, while the boys turn on a quiz show.

Everyone here except me is Japanese, so I decide to give them a change of
pace and go for a good old US steak dinner, with French fries, corn-on-the-
cob and a salad.  I program the system to barbeque the steak and corn.
Then, with the table set, Jody and I join the boys and watch the rest of
the quiz show.

As the show ends, the dinner gong sounds and we move to the dining table
and dig into our salads.  The boys want Coke and Jody wants a mineral
water.  I select a good red wine.  Soon the steaks are ready and Jody and I
serve them.  Surprised and pleased they compliment me on my choice.  The
steaks are done right and the corn has been burnt just enough to take the
edge off its sweetness.  We all eat and chat, enjoying each other’s
company.  I tell them about the ballet, and they complain about school.  I
laugh at that and assure them that it gets better at the university.

During diner, I find out that everyone knows how to play bridge and likes
it.  Therefore, I suggest that after we’re done eating we play bridge, but
with a twist.  I propose we play strip-bridge, which immediately gets
everyone’s attention.  I laugh and say, “I’ll explain the rules later,
let’s finish diner first.  Then we’ll have to clear off the table and get
the dishes cleaning.”  They all agree to help with the clean-up, even the
boys and we return to putting away the food.

I program some after dinner sorbet, once we finish, and while we’re waiting
for it, we get the dishwasher loaded.  As we consume the sorbet, I explain
the rules of strip-bridge.  “Jody and I will be one partnership and Kane
and Kasey the other.  Whichever partnership loses a game has to remove an
article of clothing.  The members of the losing partnership choose what to
remove.  Since I have only two articles of clothing on and the rest of you
have four I get to skip the first two losses.”

Kane speaks up, “I would rather you put something on, instead of skipping.”

I think for a moment and reply, “OK, that sounds fair.  Once I finish
explaining the rest of the rules, I’ll go put on a pair of shorts and a
bra.”  Everyone nods in agreement.  “Next, when a partnership wins a
rubber, it gets to choose an action to be performed by one member of the
other partnership.  That action cannot require removing clothes.  Finally,
when one partnership is nude, the other partnership chooses an action for
the losing partnership to perform.  In standard strip-bridge, anything
goes, but I would like to limit the final penalty to no penetration.  How
does that sound to you all?”

Both of the boys immediately agree.  Jody takes a little longer, but in the
end smiles at me and agrees too.  I tell her, “Don’t worry, we’ll kick
their ass.”  We both giggle, then I get up, go to my room and put on some
shorts and the white bra I bought yesterday, which I hardly notice I have
on.  I return, get the cards and score pad out of the hutch.  We cut for
dealer, which falls to Jody.  She shuffles the deck and deals.  The battle
is on.  Jody and I promptly lose the first two hands and a game.  Since my
t-shirt is so long, I decide to lose the shorts.  Jody loses her top.  She
reddens a little as she peels it off, and then sits back down.  She’s
pretty safe, since her bra is opaque and has a full cup.  It has a pretty
pink lacey design, which certainly attracts the boys’ eyes.  Perhaps
distracted, the boys lose the next game and their socks, which strikes me
as a bit unfair.  We lose the third game and the first rubber.  I remove
the t-shirt, exposing a bra I am so proud of and Jody removes her skirt,
revealing her thong.  We stand there as Kasey and Kane quietly discuss our
penalty.

Kasey nods his head to Kane and directs, “Jody is to give Cathy a real kiss
on the lips.”

Jody turns red and turns toward the two of them.  She is about to refuse
when I say, “I wouldn’t mind.” 

She stops short and looks at me.  She sighs, “I guess rules are rules.”
She steps to me and with her arms at her side, leans forward and kisses me
for several seconds.  Her lips are nice and soft; the thought runs through
my mind that I’d do her.  Slut mode.  But I don’t want to spook her, so I
restrain myself from deepening the kiss or grabbing her.  We sit down and
the game continues.  We rip through the guys, winning five of the following
six hands, two games and a rubber.  By the time of the penalty phase, the
guys are down to their undershorts.  “I told you we’d kick their asses.”  I
chortle.

Kasey quietly comments, “It’s not over yet.”

We choose Kasey to give Kane a resounding slap on the ass.  Kane flushes,
but turns and bends a bit, offering a good target.  Kasey looks at me and
raises his eyebrows, but goes ahead and smacks Kane crisply.  Kane jumps a
bit and rubs his ass.  Jody giggles and says, “Turn about is fair play.”

Kasey deals and we lose two hands in a row and another game.  That costs
Jody and me our bras.  Jody’s breasts are small, probably an A cup, but
nicely formed, with relatively flat nipples, which I’d love to have.  In
the winter, I have to wear a bra all the time if I don’t wish to expose
myself.  The winner of the next game will be the big winner, since both
sides have only one item to go.  Jody deals next, then Kasey, then me, but
still no one has won the game when it becomes Kane’s turn to deal.  He
deals and at the end of the hand, Kasey and Kane score enough to win the
game.  I look and Jody and she at me, we smile a bit sadly, stand and
remove our panties.  Kane and Kasey again consult, and then Kane announces,
“Jody is to sit on Kasey’s lap and Cathy is to sit on mine and allow us to
fondle their boobs.”

Jody starts to blurt out, “Wha…”

I grab her arm and whisper in her ear, “Remember, we agreed and Kasey is
pretty good.”

Startled she whispers back, “You’re OK with this?!”

“Sure, why not?  It’s not like it’s gross.”  I smile at her; she looks
stubborn for a moment and then relaxes and nods her head.  We walk to where
the boys are sitting and situate our buns on their respective laps.  Kasey
grins at me and as though remembering my instructions, gently strokes
Jody’s breasts.  Jody’s eyes widen at first then close as she gets into his
touch.  Kane obviously has some experience too as he uses one hand to
compress one boob, while the other squeezes my free nipple, maybe a little
too hard.  It’s not unpleasant and I get into it too.  After several
minutes of this, I say, “I have another idea of what we might do, if you
guys would like to hear it.”  Jody opens her eyes; she’s breathing a little
fast, and nods.  Without stopping their attentions to our tits, the boys
agree too.

“First, Kasey and Kane lose their underwear to make the playing field
level.  Then I’ll put on a highlights recording of a favorite execution of
mine and what happens after that is whatever we feel like doing.”  All of
them are astonished by my suggestion.  Both of the guys leave off from our
breasts.  Wondering if I have gone too far, I ask, “Have you guys watched
executions before?  I don’t want to oppose your parents’ wishes or your
own.”  Kasey and Kane indicate that they’ve seen several, although not with
the opposite sex present, but are willing to give it a go.  Kane’s penis
stiffens under me slightly, so I can tell he wants to.

Jody looks down slightly and says, “I’ve seen part of one.  My parents
don’t forbid me watching, but don’t encourage it either.”

I look directly into Jody’s eyes and reply to her, “I don’t want you to try
and force yourself.  If either the idea of watching someone being killed
for your entertainment bothers you or you just don’t want to watch in mixed
company, please don’t.”  I smile and hope she doesn’t feel pressured.  I
watch her carefully to detect if what she says is what her body says.

For a brief moment, I think she’s going to beg off, but before she even
says anything, I can tell she is going to agree.  She leans forward a bit
and licks her lips.  Then smiles and says clearly, “Let's do it.  I think
it will be interesting.”  She slips off of Kasey’s lap and I do the same
with Kane.  The boys drop their undershorts, revealing their firming dicks.
Kane’s penis is significantly longer than Kasey’s is, but not nearly as
wide.  I wink at Jody and go into my study where I keep the few execution
recordings I have.  I return with one and feed it into my system.  The
splash screen pops up with the anti-copy reminder and the prohibition of
viewing by anyone under the age of ten.  Then a simple scene selection menu
pops up.

I giggle slightly and comment, “I assume everyone here is over the age of
ten.”  All three of them crack up and the mood lightens.  “Jody and Kane
can have the couch.  At my size, Kasey and I can share the chair just fine.
Would anyone like me to get them something to drink?  I get orders for a
ginger ale, Coke and mineral water, which is what I get for myself as well.
I settle in with Kasey, partly across his lap.  Jody and Kane sit arm in
arm together on the couch, looking excited.  I take the remote and press
the start button.

A woman who is twenty-six years old introduces herself as Holly, smiles,
and welcomes us to her execution.  She is wearing a frilly white dress,
hose of some sort and tennis shoes.  She is standing in the middle of a
large open field surrounded by four men, who are at the cardinal compass
points and about fifteen meters from her.  A horn sounds and off she runs,
her dress flying in the air revealing garter-belted nylons.  She dashes
right at one of the guys and just as he is about to grab her, she laughs,
dodges to the right, eludes him and chased now by all four men, she sprints
away.  I hear Jody softly say, “Wow, is she going to escape?” to herself.

Holly is fast and initially puts distance between herself and her pursuers.
The scene smoothly shifts to her reaching an invisible barrier near the
edge of the field.  Without slowing noticeably, she looks behind herself,
decides on a new direction and as the men start to close in, she once again
evades their grasp.  Jody is watching intently, seemingly not noticing Kane
as he strokes her thigh.  Kasey slips an arm under my armpit and starts to
brush his fingertips along the side of my breast.

Holly is clearly fighting a losing battle, as each time she has to change
direction the men are closer to capturing her.  She’s sweating profusely as
are the men.  As fast as she is; without the barrier, she would be long
gone.  Then the inevitable happens.  She strays too close to one of them
and he successfully latches on to an arm.  The other three unite quickly
and it’s over.  They each grab an appendage, lift her off the ground and
carrying her horizontally, with her legs well spread, move off toward an
unseen destination.  The chase camera zooms in under her dress, displays
her tan nylons, and over the garter belt, a pair of white satin briefs.
Grinning, she says, “Took you long enough.”  Holly continues to struggle to
get away, but makes no noises as she pulls and squirms trying to make them
drop her, and the scene fades out.

The next scene shows the inside of a stone walled room.  The ceiling has a
hoist from which a rope with a hook on its end hangs.  A couple more ropes
lie on the floor.  The door opens and the four men carrying Holly bring her
into the room.  She seems to have unlimited energy as she is giving the men
all they can handle.  While not making verbal noises, she is not going
quietly.  They allow her feet to fall to the floor, but don’t release her
arms.  A man unzips her dress and as she is struggling, it is pulled off
her body.  Her bra is also of smooth satin, but we are not allowed to see
it on her long as the man unhooks it and it is roughly removed from her.
Her shoes and panties follow in short order.  She has been stripped to her
garter-belt and nylons; she doesn’t look angrily at the men, instead looks
pleased with their ability to force their will upon her.  Holly hasn’t
stopped smiling or laughing since the beginning.  I think she has enjoyed
herself immensely.  It’s a main reason this is one of my favorites.

I look over at Jody and see the film enraptures her.  She’s panting
slightly and has allowed her thighs to part a little.  Kane is massaging
her breasts and he is glued to the screen as well.  Kasey also has started
manhandling my tits, which in the circumstances, is just what they’re
asking for.  Holly’s breasts are about the same size as mine, but her buns
and hips are bigger than mine are and mine aren’t small.  She’s forced down
onto the floor on her stomach and the men tie her arms behind her back and
using several wraps of rope secure her ankles together.  One of the men
takes the hook and ensnares the rope at her ankles with the hook.  Another
man presses a red button on the wall and Holly is smoothly lifted into the
air by her ankles.  Hanging upside down, she is raised until her head is
about the level of the men’s crotches.  In her nylons, she looks like the
ultimate damsel in distress.  One man starts to squeeze and play with her
ass, another slips his fingers into her slit, and a third just watches.
The fourth approaches her, dick in hand.  For the first time, Holly
cooperates and opens her mouth so the man can slide his penis into her.
“Oh my god, I don’t believe what I am seeing,” Jody says, again mostly to
herself.

Kasey has slid one hand onto my thigh and is approaching my cunt.  I open
my thighs and whisper to him, “Feel free to do whatever you want.  If you
need me to move, let me know.”  I’ve been gently jerking him off for
several minutes now, but so far, he has not overloaded.  I get Jody’s
attention for a second and ask, “Are you doing OK?”

She smiles dreamily and responds, “Oh yes, I am doing fine.”  I hear a
little noise, look between her legs, and see Kane is sliding his fingers
along and into her slit.  “I am getting so excited.”  She looks down at
Kane’s penis, gently takes it into her hand as if it is the most natural
thing to do, and returns her attention to the film.  Man number four has
orgasmed in her mouth and has been replaced by man number three.  Each man
in turn cums in her and once the last has finished his ejaculation, they
all leave the room and we see Holly slowly twisting in the air, cum
dripping from her mouth as the scene fades out.  I hear a gasp from Jody,
glance over and watch her orgasm, shuddering a touch, her toes curling and
a few soft moans escaping.  Kasey has invaded my vagina with his fingers
and with the extra stimulation provided by what we’re watching, I too am
near to cumming.

The curtain rises on the last act.  Holly is lying quietly on a bench.  She
is unbound, but makes no attempt to get up or run away.  A woman dressed as
a nurse comes in, and then starts strapping her down to the bench.  She
secures Holly’s ankles to the bench and then starts to strap each thigh to
the bench.  The straps circle her thighs just below her genitals.  As the
woman starts to strap Holly’s thighs, Kasey quietly asks if he can enter
me.  Jody notices and watches as I lift myself up, reach down to aim his
penis and lower myself onto his dick.  As before, my vagina has to work to
accommodate his width, but also as before when he is fully seated in me the
fit is as if his penis was custom made for my cunt.  Once I am down, Jody
turns to Kane and whispers something to him.  He nods and Jody slips off
his lap, just as the nurse finishes with Holly’s thigh straps.  Jody then
kneels on the couch; Kane moves in behind her and slowly but firmly
introduces his penis to her vagina.  I start moving and Kasey slithers in
and out of me a few centimeters at a time.  Damn this feels good!

Back on screen, Holly sits up supporting herself on her hands, and the
nurse retrieves a cable from the floor.  One end has a loop in it going
through a slipknot and the other end attaches to the drum of a winch.  The
loop part of the cable is encased in a rubber-like, nearly frictionless
compound.  The pillow Holly’s head was on has a groove through it.  The
nurse places the noose over Holly’s head and around her neck and slides the
slip knot down until it touches her throat.  Holly shivers when the nurse
snubs the noose up.  The nurse tugs on the cable and Holly starts to lie
back down.  At the same time as Holly lies down, the nurse feeds the cable
through the grove.  When Holly’s head rests on the pillow again, the cable
is in the grove and can move freely.  I hear Jody and Kane panting and just
as the nurse tightens the noose around Holly’s throat, Kasey moans quietly
and starts cumming in me, triggering a small orgasm of my own.  Youngsters
don’t last long at all, hee, hee.  All of us are panting now.  I expect
Kasey to soften and temporarily lose interest, but he doesn’t.  He rocks
his hips and continues to fuck me, using his cum as lubricant as well as my
own.  His small thrusts force some of his cum out of me and I feel my
vagina leak a little.  Kane hasn’t cum that I can tell, but Jody has again.
She is starting to sweat from her exertions, but she never takes her eyes
off the screen.

Back on screen, the nurse walks over to the winch and depresses a large
green button on top.  The whine of a motor starting can be heard and the
nurse, having never spoken a word, leaves the room and Holly to her fate.
Holly’s hands are not restrained, but instead of trying to get loose, she
moves her hands to her mound and begins to finger herself.  The winch
slowly, inexorably pulls on the cable.  The slack is removed and as the
cable is gradually drawn around the drum, the noose tightens around her
neck.  The winch tries to pull her body off the table, but with her lower
half firmly strapped down, it strangles her instead.  As it becomes clear
Holly is being strangled, I hear Jody pant, “Geez, I didn’t know.  It feels
seriously good.  I hardly believe I can cum this strong…” and she moans
again, but never stops watching.  It takes several minutes from the time
the noose starts to tighten until the airflow is cut off.  During this
time, Holly manages to cum twice, twitching and trying to raise her hips.
As soon as Holly can no longer get air, the winch automatically shuts off,
holding the tension, but not closing down more.  The noose has squeezed her
throat closed, but, probably due to the coating, does not cut into her
neck.  Holly’s chest tries to rise and draw in air, but cannot.  She
strains to breathe while she continues sliding her fingers through her
slit; they glisten from her juices.  Ultimately, her hands slip from her
genitals and fall to her side; shuddering, she seems to experience a last
orgasm.

I glance over at Jody and Kane and as Holly’s hands fall from her cunt,
Kane is breathing and thrusting faster.  Jody’s eyes are wide open, staring
at Holly’s last moments.  As Holly’s body enters its death throes, I see
Kane out of the corner of my eye thrust completely into Jody and sighing
just a little, he empties himself into her.  Jody is also triggered by
Holly’s spasming and squirming and Jody climaxes, nearly matching her
motions to the ones onscreen.  I too go over the falls and cum completely,
my vagina clasping Kasey’s cock.  A few strokes later Kasey ejaculates in
me a second time, strongly enough I feel a couple of the spurts.  Onscreen,
Holly slowly becomes still and the recording ends.  I have programmed the
system to switch over to soft music at the end of the film and a slide show
of scenic pictures from around the States is displayed.

As Kasey slides out of me, I look over at Jody and Kane.  They are lying
side by side on the couch.  Kane has one arm draped over her and they both
look satisfied.  Kasey enfolds me in his arms and says, “That was
fantastic, what a way to cum.”

“Or go,” Jody quips.  “Before watching this, I didn’t understand what
people got out of it.  Now I do.  I still don’t think I’ll be a regular,
but for special occasions, it’ll be hard to beat.  Thank-you, Cathy, for
the idea.  It was fun for me and Holly too, I think.”  She looks at Kane,
“And you too for the pounding you gave me.  It was good.”

I add, as I stroke Kasey’s arm and his cum drips out of me onto the chair,
“It is one of my favorite ones, Holly looked to be enjoying herself.
Kasey, I’m glad you were able to keep going.  It felt so good, feeling your
jissom being pushed into me.”  Kasey colors slightly and hugs me a little
tighter.

Soon we all must move and make runs to the bathroom.  I drag Jody along
with me and the guys are compelled to use the small one.  As we go into the
bathroom, I take her hands and ask, “Was it really OK that we watched
that?”

“For sure,” she answers sincerely.  She hugs me and plants a light kiss on
my lips and smiles.  “I’m happy we watched and would someday like to do it
again in similar circumstances.”

After doing our business and wiping a little of the cum off ourselves, we
go back to living room where the guys are.  I peek at the clock; it’s 2320.
We’re all still nude and I could do with more sex, but the others are
looking modestly tired.  I walk up to Kasey and kiss him.  I wrap an arm
around his waist and turn slightly to press a breast into his side.  I tell
them, “Tomorrow is a holiday.  If you want to, you guys can stay over.  I
might be able to get this guy active again.”  I reach down, gently clasp
his penis and slide my hand over it.  “What do you think?”  Kasey looks
willing, but Jody and Kane shake their heads.

Kane says, “I appreciate the offer, but I should get home.  I have a bunch
to do tomorrow and need to get an early start.”

Jody chimes in, “I don’t have that much to do, but I’m emotionally drained.
It was a lot of fun, but it’s time for me to get some beauty rest.”

Kasey follows up with, “To be honest, I would have to call home and I’m not
sure my mom is ready for me to have a sleepover with my girlfriend yet.”

I laugh and say, “OK, I get the message.  I’m glad you guys dropped by and
we’ll have to get together again soon.”  The all nod their heads to that.
Jody and the boys start getting dressed, but I see no reason to do so.
Slightly before midnight, I give Kasey a good night kiss and they all take
their leave.  Soon I find myself in bed and off to never-never land I go.

Chapter 14 – And Away We Go

It has been two months since Denise’s execution.  I did not attend her
funeral, that is a strictly family affair, but two weeks ago, I visited her
grave and left flowers.  I find going did not depress me, I remember our
happy times and the fun adventure her last day was.  I’m as happy as ever,
I love my job, Kasey and I are still an item and I am slowly developing a
nice relationship with Nancy.  I’ve become good friends with Jody and Kane;
the four of us are often found together.  Perhaps I’m a bit more
thoughtful.

John called yesterday.  It was a warning order.  I have been deemed
eligible for assignment.  I wonder what it will be.

THE END


