From: mare@c2.org (Mary)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica
Subject: Mary and Jessica
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Date: 29 Jan 1996 05:35:56 GMT
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Keywords: ff oral
X-Moderator-Review: 6: sex isn't bad, but it's unclear how Jessica seems to know exactly what Mary is thinking. Maybe she really is a goddess...
X-Ava-Review: 7: cute POV switches, but obvious fiction. When I've gone lingerie shopping with my girlfriends, the dialogue's been more like "Nothing &@$*@(*& fits!"
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Date: 1-9-96
From: Mary (mare@c2.org)
Newsgroup: rec.arts.erotica
Subject: (Mary & Jessica)++
Summary: Original story submission
"In here Mary," Jessica called. "I'll be right out." I
followed the voice into her bedroom. She had one towel
wrapped around herself while she gently toweled her hair
with another. "Good morning, Jess. How're you feeling?"
I don't know what it was. Chills, fever, aches, nausea
and more. Mostly I'd just felt like lying around;
sleeping when I could. "Better, Mare. Much, much
better." I felt like a million. Okay, a thousand.
Jessica rolled her hair in the towel and flipped it over her
head turban style. As she walked across the room to her
bureau, Jess peeled her damp towel and tossed it on the
mussed bed. I'd been discreetly peeking at her for years,
then there she was, naked as a jaybird.
Discreet perhaps, but hardly secret. I wish I had a
dollar for every time Mary looked down my top or up my
skirt.
Her large breasts moved hypnotically as she walked. Jessica
bent over and shuffled through her underwear drawer,
apparently dissatisfied with the pickings. My eyes almost
popped out of my head as I focused on her shaven pussy. Her
inner labia were merely a dark slit within her puffy outer
lips. I couldn't look away in time to avoid being caught
when she turned around. "I need a bra," she said
exasperatedly, apparently taking no notice of my voyeurism.
I looked at her boobs for a moment before catching her eye
and grinning. "You're crazy," I said. She has perfectly
shaped breasts topped by perky coral-colored nipples within
the prettiest areolas I've ever seen.
"No, silly. I need a new bra." My current favorites
had all started to wear out at about the same time. I
turned around again to select a black push-up number,
but didn't allow Mary enough time to memorize every
pore on my quim. Putting the bra on, I asked her to
get the hook for me.
Jessica reached into each cup and adjusted her breasts just
so. The shiny satin cups created a gorgeous cleavage that I
adored and envied. She slipped into a matching thong panty
and ambled over to her closet. Jessica turned to me with a
dress in each hand and a question on her face. "Blue," I
said. It was a beautiful color match with her eyes, it made
the most of her tits, and what it did for her sweet butt
when she walked was a miracle.
I sensed that Mary was content to merely look at me
forever. A more tactile, but still highly visual
approach was going to be needed. "Why don't you ditch
today and go shopping with me?" I tempted her knowing
that her boss is super cool. She was considering it,
so I pushed ahead and told her about the lingerie sales
at my favorite stores. "Let's try on bras before the
stores are jammed."
I leapt on the opportunity. I used Jessica's computer to
extend my e-mail regrets to work. Jess and I chatted about
fabrics, closures, straps and cups over tea, comparing
preferences and needs. The matter-of-fact conversation
about our breasts had made me pretty hot. I was feverishly
contriving fitting room scenarios by the time we drove away
from her house.
We hit Target first. They're usually pretty reliable for a
repeat buy. The merchandise was a mess this time and
neither of us could find familiar styles in our sizes.
It wasn't working out as I expected. The fitting room
attendant was matronly and obese with a dour
countenance. Her expression varied between a scowl of
disapproval when we were giggling uncontrollably at the
really big bras to a frown or later a grimace when
she'd had enough of our playfulness.
The Dowager Empress made a point of keeping us from using
the same dressing room, citing store policy. I spent more
time untangling my hair from a blouse button than trying on
the scarlet halter. I didn't like the cup seams and besides
it wasn't on sale.
Since Mary wasn't going to buy and she was getting
kinda peeved, I followed suit. I suggested another
store that I've shopped at on and off for years.
We drove to Anne McGuire's, a smaller store downtown. They
had a great selection and we each found several bras that we
wanted to try on. Unfortunately, the store was thronged and
we didn't feel like waiting for a dressing room only to feel
hurried.
I was beginning to feel somewhat fatigued, so I was
pretty happy that my last suggestion looked like it was
going to pan out. We didn't see any customers at all.
There wasn't a fitting room clerk, but there were
plenty of cameras with notices posted prominently.
"Hey Mare, we can look for vidcaps of ourselves on
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.voyeurism later," I
joked. Mary grabbed one of her tits and wagged it at
the nearest camera in response.
The store was nicely laid out and maintained. We had a lot
of fun looking over the wide selection.
When we'd each picked through everything and selected
what we wanted to try on, I led Mary to a spacious
well-lighted dressing room (monitored by a ubiquitous
camera).
Jessica wiggled the top of her dress down around her waist
and reached behind her back to release her bra. She had it
hanging on a hook before I was out of my blouse. "Would you
help me fit these things?"
"Sure," coolly. "Let's see your bounce," I asked.
Placing my hands on my hips I stood on the balls of my
feet, springing up and down to demonstrate.
I hung my top and bra on a hook and imitated Jess. Her D
cup boobs didn't move as much as my C cup boobs did.
"Okay, now your sway," I asked. I rocked back and
forth, swinging my breasts. This time mine showed more
motion than Mary's. When I stopped moving, she feasted
on an eyeful of my erect and fully extended nipples.
Jess looked through the bras that I'd picked. She pulled
and stretched the straps and cups, getting their feel. She
just dropped the t-back on the bench, apparently giving up
on it. She handed me the black front-hook seamless stretch
cup bra that I favored.
Mary put the bra on and I adjusted the shoulder straps
for her. The low-cut cups just covered her nipples,
but still held her firmly. I took Mary's breasts in my
hands and squeezed them together. When I twisted them
sharply the clasp popped open - one of the reasons I
prefer a back hook.
The cups stayed nicely in place on my boobs even with the
clasp open. I often take advantage of this feature to relax
at my desk at work. It's inconvenient to reclasp the bra in
public, but having it open briefly doesn't usually attract
attention. I slipped the bra off and dropped it on my 'to
buy' pile.
Mary pulled the black stretch lace tank top over her
head and shook her hair out. I really can't see
minimizing medium size breasts, but it just squashed
her flat like a sports bra. She hopped and rocked but
her boobs hardly moved. She bought several colors
since they were marked down to three bucks.
I hooked Jessica into a wicked red push up bra and helped
her with the strap adjustments. She arched her back with
her hands on her hips, glancing in first one mirror then the
other. She bent over and touched her toes, hopping
slightly. I couldn't help laughing when first one breast
then the other slipped from the cups and hung free. Jessica
stood up and readjusted herself.
It's not a great support bra, but it's a real turn on.
Mary stared at my bosom while I preened, admiring my
cleavage that was sculpted so astonishingly by Bali. I
handed her another bra as she slipped out of the lace
tank.
Since I never got the hang of latching my bras behind my
back I just hook them in front and spin them around, pulling
the cups up. I think it looks awkward. Jessica hooked the
formed cup bra with its pretty floral print, sparing me the
hassle. My right breast was a little large for the cup.
There was room still in the left cup.
It wasn't so much because Mary's really asymmetric as
it was a matter of the cup shape not working well with
her gently rounded contours. Bras that push her into
conical points tend to misfit.
The remaining bra that Jessica'd found to try on looked very
comfortable. She latched it behind her back easily and I
adjusted the straps in the back. The frilly shoulder straps
were wide for comfort, but still delicate and pretty. The
satin cups covered her breasts completely, providing very
shapely support. The back strap was daintily slender, but
Jess's boobs moved only slightly when she hopped and rocked,
even when touching her toes.
Mary tried on her last bra. The strapless arrangement
thrust her breasts forward, emphasizing their size and
shape. They bounced a little much for my taste, but
Mary likes pretending to be braless. I stepped up
close to her and cupped her breasts in my hands. She
leaned forward into my kneading pressure, rolling her
head backwards with closed eyes. I was rewarded with a
low moan.
Jessica checked the fit on my last bra. She unhooked it and
I shrugged out of it, prizing my boobs for her. She took
them in her warm hands and bent over, sucking first one
nipple then the other erect. She flicked them with her
tongue and sucked air past them, chilling them to their
hardest. She rolled my nipples between her fingers then
pinched them gently with her fingernails.
"Come on, Mary," I said huskily. "Let's get dressed
and buy these things." I was jazzed that neither her
bra nor her blouse could conceal her eraser nips.
Although apparently cheerful, Jessica wasn't particularly
chatty while she drove back to her place. I pushed the
cassette into the tape player, enjoying our companionable
silence.
It wasn't any coincidence that Bonnie Raitt was singing
'Something To Talk About'. She was asking Mary for me,
"How about love, love, love?"
Song after song suggested a romantic and physical
relationship that seemed more plausible and downright
reasonable with every passing moment. My mind spun with the
complexities that would inevitably follow having sex with my
longtime friend. I blamed myself for bringing this on with
my constant peeking and flirting.
Nonsense. Mary just advertised her interest, with
predictable results. She's a smart girl, but the
complexities are probably more convoluted and
perplexing than Mary considered.
I rested my upturned hand on the seat next to Jessica. She
placed her hand in mine and interlaced our fingers. I was
buoyed with confidence and trust by her grip.
I held Mary's hand the rest of the way home. She was
clearly at peace with the situation; experienced,
mature, and now informed ever so informally of my
intentions. Accepting her as my own, I vowed to
protect her from harm and to nurture her spirit. My
excitement was building. Mainly the thrill of
anticipation after much patience. While Mary listened
to the music, I emptied my mind and prepared to savor
her.
Jessica got us iced tea at a drive through restaurant on the
way to her place. If I was briefly afraid that a sexual
component of our friendship would unbalance and consume it,
then just being with her dispelled the concern like the dew
on a summer morning.
When we got to my place I asked Mary to model her
favorite new bra for me. We stripped to our panties in
front of my full-length wardrobe mirrors. Mary put on
her black front hook bra and of course I chose the red
push up bra. She got to giggling about our cavalcade
of curves.
Jessica unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She sat on
the edge of her bed, suddenly looking exhausted. I sat next
to her end embraced her in a comforting hug. I was
instantly excited about pressing against her boobs, but the
scratchy fabric of my new bra interfered. I fumbled briefly
with the hook before tossing the bra aside. Jessica
daintily lifted her butt and eased her panties off. I
decided in that instant. I pulled my 'kinis off too and we
resumed the embrace. I can't describe my delight at
pressing my boobs up against hers. After a relaxed moment
she lay on her back, with her hands behind her head.
Jessica calmly left the next move up to me. I knelt beside
her, lowering my nose to her crotch. She smelled like her
perfumed soap and excited womanly musk. With just a touch
on her inner thigh, Jessica spread her legs.
Mary lay between my legs, propped up on her elbows,
with her face only inches from my pussy. She lightly
scratched my engorged outer lips with her fingernails.
I was very turned on by the time she started running
just the tip of her tongue up and down my slit while
she massaged my outer lips with the pads of her thumbs.
She'd circle my clit briefly then trace the way back
down to my vagina and then further to tickle my asshole
with her talented tongue. She used the tip of her nose
to rub my clit while she parted my moist inner labia
with her tongue. Mary pulled my vagina fully open and
probed me with her tongue. I was moaning with
pleasure, squeezing my breasts, and tweaking my nipples
as Mary brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Just
before I started cumming, Mary pushed her middle finger
as deep into my pussy as she was able. She screwed me
with her finger as I orgasmed loudly and writhed under
the gentle ministrations of her glorious tongue.
I played with Jessica's marvelous pussy, thoroughly enjoying
her enchanting odor and the taste of her juices. After I
ate her out I dried her crotch lovingly with a handy bedside
towel. "Would you do me a special favor, Mary?" Before I
could answer she continued. "Sit on my happy face?" I
straddled her so that my twat was over Jessica's mouth. I
helped her arrange a pillow under her head. When I felt her
velvety firm tongue against my sex I was transported. I
closed my eyes and rolled my head as I moaned in pure
ecstasy. Jess teased my clitoris to total hardness, until
it poked from under it's hood, then she sucked it between
her lips, brushing it with her front teeth. On the verge of
cumming, my breathing was very rapid and shallow; my moans
more insistent. Jessica eased off my clitoris, exploring
the depths of my cunt with her prehensile tongue. I took my
tits in my hands, massaging them until my nipples stood out
proudly. Jessica returned her attention to my clitoris. I
rolled my nipples between my fingertips. My orgasm built
suddenly and powerfully. I came and came until I thought
Jessica was gonna suffocate with her face buried in my
sopping twat.
Mary and I fell asleep afterward, cuddling together in
my bed. We woke up and took a shower after the brief
snooze. Dressing each other later was making love as
surely as the sex earlier, but we glowed in the success
of escalating our friendship by the final quantum step.
Jess doesn't object to Goddess Jessica as my personal
appellation. I'm not sure I even know what I mean by that,
but it seems to sum up my recognition and appreciation for
the best in her. Do I worship her? Yes and no. I'm still
confused about it. The divine spark burning hotter and
purer than I; I worship that. It's more refined than mere
lust for this beautiful woman, but it certainly is a
thrilling lust that won't be slaked. She has a job and
bills and she usually puts her panties on one leg at a time.
Do I worship that? Why not? She's a friend, and what a
friend she is. I know how hard that is to do well, so I
damn well do worship that. What kind of a nut worships a
human being? I better quit while I'm ahead.
Hmmm, the last word, eh? I'm not one to jinx a run of
luck by talking about it. However, Mary won't deny
that she'll do whatever I ask her to. Because she
will. And I for her. That's the real story.
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