Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 13:06:28 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: One For All ... - 1

	One For All ...
	  by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part One

	Stepping into the building vestibule,
Stephanie Morgan shook the water from her
umbrella. It had only been a little over two block
walk from the bus stop, but she had gotten soaked
nevertheless. Opening her raincoat, the 24 year
old blond made an attempt to shake that dry as
well.
	It had been bad luck that her brother
Jerry's car had picked tonight of all nights not to
start up.  He had promised to drop her off at her
friend Rachel's new apartment. No matter, she
reluctantly concluded, at least she was here now.
	"Lets see,"  she mused as she ran her
finger across the row of intercom buttons.
"Alexander ... Markham ... Ford ...  here it is,
Lieberman, 5B"
	It took a few moments to get a response,
then a semi-distorted voice filtered through the
speaker.
	"Hello?"  the female voice asked.
	"Rachel, it's me Stef."  she replied.
	"Come on up," Rachel said as the buzzer
sounded and the inner door unlocked.  "I'm in the
shower."
	"She's in the shower?"  Stephanie laughed
as she glanced back out into the rain covered
street.

	As she walked up the stairs to the fifth
floor apartment, Stephanie couldn't help but envy
her girlfriends new accommodations.  To someone
still living at home, the small apartment complex
might has well been a palace. There was no way
the salesgirl could afford a place like this on her
salary.
	Of course Rachel really couldn't afford a
place like this on her salary either.  The building
was owned by Martin Lieberman, who when
asked by his widowed sister-in-law to help her
daughter find an apartment was more than happy
to find her this one.  It was a small thing to make
a woman he'd admired for years happy.  Besides,
having his niece living here assured him a honest
pair of eyes to watch over his investment.


	Reaching the fifth floor of the small
apartment building, Stephanie found that there
were some limits to Mr. Lieberman's generosity
after all.  Apartment 5B was a small studio
apartment, one of three on the top floor.  Trying
the door, she found it unlocked and stepped
inside.
	"Rachel," the blue eyed blond called out as
she closed the door behind her.
	"I'm in here, Stef," came a reply from the
bathroom, a voice much more recognizable than
the one that had come over the intercom.  "Make
yourself comfortable and  I'll be out in a few
minutes."

            Hanging her coat, on the rack by the door,
Stephanie checked the short red dress she was
wearing.  It was a little damp but otherwise okay.
She had gotten home late and didn't have time to
change clothes.

	As she waited, Stephanie took in her
surroundings.  The apartment might be small, but
it had a certain charm.  The first feature she
noticed were large twin skylights in the ceiling.
The soft patter of rain could be heard against
them.  On a clear day or night, they would give a
nice natural light to the room.
	On the far left, a large bay window also
added to the natural light.  The view beyond it
was nothing special, but it was a nice feature.  A
kitchenette over by the bathroom entrance
consisted of a small refrigerator, a stovetop and
microwave. And of course a kitchen sink.
	There really wasn't much in the way of
decoration on the walls, but then Rachel had only
been living there a few weeks.  The center of the
room was dominated by a large green oversized
U-shaped sofa.  In addition to the deep cushions,
it was covered with equally push and oversized
pillows.  Rachel had mentioned to her that she
used the sofa in place of a bed.
	At the open end of the couch was one of
those small self assembly entertainment centers,
the bottom of  which was filled with her friend's
old stereo system . What was new was the large
35-inch color television, a housewarming gift from
Rachel's grandmother.  The couch had been one
from her mother.

	On both sides of the television were some
framed photographs.  One brought a smile to
Stephanie's face. The 5 x 7 picture was very
familiar to the 24 year old.  A smaller version was
stuck in the mirror frame in her own bedroom.
The picture had been taken last summer at the
Oakdale Mall Talent Show.
	Centered in the picture was Rachel of
course.  She always had to be the center of
attention.  To her right was Stephanie herself.
That was when her hair had been down to
her shoulders, rather than the short curly look she
now wore.
	To Rachel's left was a much smaller girl,
whose mixed Philippine, Chinese and Spanish
heritage had given her a soft brown complexion.
Her very short black hair and unisex features
gave her an androgynous look.  In fact, if it wasn't
for the small mounds protruding from her chest,
she might've been mistaken for a teenage boy.
Her name was Annie Liu, but everyone called her
Penny.  Despite her teenage looks, she was 20
years old.
	The last member of the quartet was a tall
black woman standing just behind and to the
left of Rachel. Five foot ten, she stood half a head
taller than any of the others, more than that in
the case of Penny's five two. Her skin was ebony
black, a sharp contrast to both Rachel and
Stephanie.  Most men first noticed her somewhat
ample bust.  In the case of women it was her jet
black hair which she usually wore in an elaborate
design.  At 26, Pamela Wilson was the oldest
member of their little band.
	All four women worked at the Oakdale
Mall. Rachel was a medical assistant.  Stephanie
was a sales representative at one of the large
department stores.  Penny worked at her uncles
restaurant. She was also a college student.
Pamela was the associate manager of  an office
supply store.
	Despite their differences in ages and
backgrounds, they had all become friends over
countless shared lunches.  Soon their friendships
had extended beyond work.  The picture had
captured one of the highlights of that friendship.
Billing themselves as the Four Musketeers, so
named because those were the only costumes they
could find, they had entered the talent show
as a singing group.  It was more fun than hard
work and the money went to charity.  To their
surprise, they finished in second place.  Since then
they still jokingly referred to themselves as the
Four Musketeers.

	"We'd have gotten first,"  Stephanie
thought as she replaced the picture on the
entertainment center. "If we paraded around half
naked like Judy Peterman.  The judges were
more impressed by her big nipples sticking
through her blouse than her singing."

	"Any sign of the rain letting up?"  Rachel
asked as she walked out of the bathroom.
	"No, it looks like tonight's a total
washout."  Stephanie replied as she turned around
at the sound of her voice.
	"A pity."  Rachel commented as she
walked over to Stephanie and kissed her on the
cheek as a friendly hello.
	Covered only by a large bath towel that
she had wrapped around herself, Rachel walked
over to a large dresser that lined the far wall, still
drying her hair as she walked.
	"It really sucks that it had to rain tonight"
Rachel said , pulling a pair of panties and an
oversized T-shirt from the top drawer.  "I was
looking forward to that concert."
	The original plan for the evening was for a
girls night out.  One of their favorite local bands
was holding an open air concert in Marshall Park.
They'd planned to take dinner a couple of blankets
and a few bottles of wine out to enjoy the music.
Unfortunately Mother Nature had other ideas.  So
rather than let the night go to waste, they had
decided to have a girl's night in instead.

	"Penny and Pamela are picking up the
food." Rachel said as she unwrapped the towel
from around her and let it fall to the floor.  "I'm
not sure what they're getting, but knowing Pamela
it's sure to be something interesting." she added as
she stood there nude as the day she was born.
	"I guess so." Stephanie replied in an
strained tone.
	Silly as she knew it was, Stephanie felt it a
little strange for her friend to be standing nude in
front of her as they continued their conversation.
It wasn't of course the first time she'd seen Rachel
naked.  They'd gone to the beach many times, as
well as clothes shopping both together and as part
of the group.  They'd shared dressing rooms many
times, but somehow it now seemed different --
somewhat out of context maybe, standing naked
in the living room.  Then she reminded herself that
this was also Rachel's bedroom, a place where it
was perfectly natural for her to be nude.
	Stephanie also considered that she felt
uncomfortable because when they'd first met,
Rachel and she had almost the same physical
build, the main difference being Rachel's darker
brown hair and slightly larger breasts.  That
difference had grown to more than a few pounds
of extra weight on Stephanie. Despite assurances
from many of her friends that she looked better
with the extra weight, which was still within the
norm for her size, she always felt self-conscious
about it. It was an outgrowth of her teen years
when she had actually been overweight.

	It didn't take Rachel long to put on the
pair of panties and the T-shirt she had taken out.
Since she was home and not planning to go out,
she didn't see the need for anything more.  With
her breasts still a little damp, Rachel's much darker
nipples clearly showed through the thin cotton.
	"Judy Peterman would've been  proud."
Stephanie thought with a laugh as her discomfort
passed.

	Fifteen minutes passed as the two of them
sat on the couch and chatted. They had seen
each other that morning so it was more a matter
of killing time until the others showed up than
anything else.
	"Oh by the way,"  Rachel said, "Remind
me to give you keys to get in here before you
leave. That way you can let yourself in the next
time you come over. I've got one for Penny too
and I've already given one to Pamela."
	"Okay,"  Stephanie answered.
	"But be sure to check and make sure that
my name shows in the peephole plate on the
door."  Rachel grinned mischievously.  "Cause if
its blank, it means that I've got company and you
should definitely knock first."
	Stephanie had to laugh at the warning.
Although living at home didn't afford her the
privacy to use such a system, she'd heard about it
from her cousin who used something like it at
college.

	The laughter was cut short by the sound of
the intercom buzzer.  Rachel got up and pressed
the speaker button.
	"Food delivery."  came the voice from the
speaker which both women recognized as Penny's.
	In reply, Rachel reached up and hit the
button that unlocked the front door.
	"Come on up."  she said.

	She then went and opened up the
apartment door,  waiting for their friends to come
up.
	"I wonder why Pamela didn't use her key?"
she said.  "I hope she didn't loose it already.

	The reason turned out to be even simpler.
When Penny got to the top floor, Pamela wasn't
with her.
	"I hope someone is going to give me a
hand with this,"  the smaller girl called out as she
indicated the three shopping bags she was
burdened down with.  "These aren't exactly light."

           Rachel grabbed the largest bag, surprised
by its weight.  It was obvious that it contained
more than take out food.
           "Where's Pamela?"  Rachel asked as she
led the shorter girl into the apartment.
           "There was some sort of problem at the
store,"  Penny said as she laid the two bags of
food on the kitchen counter.  "She said for me to
go along without her.  Said she should be along
later, but looking at the way everyone was
running around the Office Bin, I doubt it."
            "So I guess its just the three of us then."
Rachel noted as she helped Penny empty the bags.
"And as usual you've brought enough food to
feed a half dozen."
           "Well I just like to give everyone a good
variety,"  Penny laughed.  "Besides, my Uncle was
just going to have to toss it all if I didn't take it."

            "And some of us can eat like a horse and
still look like a sparrow."  Stephanie said from the
couch with a bit of envy in her voice.
           "Oh hi, Stef,"  Penny said as she peeled off
her brown leather bomber jacket.  "I didn't see
you at first."
           "Story of my life."  Stephanie laughed as
they exchanged a brief hug.
           True to her sometimes tomboy image,
Penny was wearing jeans, sneakers and a short
sleeved corduroy shirt.  Stephanie wished she
could dress for work like that. Penny's hair looked
like it was cut even shorter than the last time she'd
seen her.  Most woman couldn't get away with
hair like that, but on the short girl it certainly
worked.

           "So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
asked Penny.
           "Well I guess some good food, a little wine
and whatever's on the TV."  Rachel replied.
"With weather like this I think club hoppings out
for tonight.  So its just us girls."
            "Unless you have a guy or two in those
bags."  Stephanie quipped.
             Penny made a show of checking the two
empty shopping bags, then looked at her friends
with a disappointing look.
            "I knew I forgot something,"  she laughed.
"And Willoughby's was running a special on cute
young guys tonight, too."
            All three of them laughed at the joke as
they made up plates from the food Penny had
brought.  Rachel took a cold bottle from the
refrigerator and poured them each a glass of wine
to go with the dinner.

             Conversation over dinner made the meal
that much more enjoyable.  They had just about
finished when Stephanie noticed the last of
Penny's packages still on the floor.

            "So what's with the other bag?"
Stephanie asked as she ate.
             "Oh I almost forgot,"  Penny replied with
excitement.  "Let me get it."
	Dropping the bag on the center of the
countertop, Penny peeled it away to reveal a small
statuette.  It was a semi-nude woman riding a
horse.  She was clad in battle armor and held a
sword and shield.  Engraved on the base was the
title of the piece - Valkerie.
	"It's just a little apartment warming gift."
Penny explained.  "When I saw it in the Sci Fi and
Fantasy shop I just fell in love with it."
	"It's beautiful,"  Rachel exclaimed.  "I
know just the place for it."
	With that, she picked it up and carried it
over to the entertainment center.  A moment later
it occupied  a place of honor on it.

	"Guess we should see what's on the tube."
Stephanie said, feeling a little bad that she hadn't
brought a gift too.
            "Might as well."  Rachel said as she
picked up the cable remote.  "Bring the wine in
with you."

            As the girls settled in, each on their own
section of the couch, Rachel tossed the remote to
Penny who had sat to her right.
            "Since you brought such a lovely gift, you
get to pick what we watch."  she said.
	"All right!"  Penny yelled.  "The ultimate
power -- control of the remote."

	It quickly became apparent that even with
over 80 channels, there wasn't a great deal to
watch -- at least not tonight.  Penny started with
all the prime movie channels, HBO, Showtime,
Cinemax, all showing films they had seen before.
Next she tried some of the oldies channels, some
of those classics were pretty good.  But they
struck out there as well.
	"It helps if you stop at a channel for more
than 30 seconds."  Stephanie suggested with a
smile.
	"Okay rocket scientist, lets see you do
better."  Penny grinned back as she tossed the
remote across the couch.

	"The secret,"  Stephanie said as she
clicked on the channel up button.  "Is not to
randomly jump around the dial but to start at the
bottom and work your way up."
	Channel by channel flashed by -- a
kaleidoscope of entertainment ranging from
movies to game shows, how to shows to cooking
help.
	"This is entertaining,"  Penny said. "Maybe
we should try a board game instead or maybe..."
	The short black haired girl stopped in
mid-sentence, her attention grabbed by the image
that had just appeared on the large screen.
	"Now that's what I call entertainment!!"
Penny cried out, pointing to the screen.
	"Omigod, Rachel!"  Stephanie gasped as
she turned from the screen to her friend. "What
are you doing with the porno channel?"
	"Who cares?"  Penny interrupted.  "I like
this."
	"Its not what you think,"  Rachel said.  "I
only ordered basic cable.  Who has the money to
pay for all those premium channels?"
	"And they all just appeared one day on
your TV,"  Stephanie laughed. "Like magic."
	"Actually,..."  Stephanie hesitated for a
moment.  "When the cable guy hooked this all up,
he asked if I wanted all the stations."
	"Yeah, right, you just smiled at him and he
gave you all this."  Stephanie mocked with a
smile.
	"All right, he also asked me to dinner."
she admitted.
	"I bet I know what you had."  Penny
laughed as she opened her mouth and slid her
hand back and forth in front of it, as if she were
performing oral sex.

	"You know better than that, Penny."
Rachel said in a sharp rebuke.
	"Oh that's right, I forgot."  the 20 year old
lied.  "You don't do things like that."

	Truth was, Rachel actually didn't.  In the
eight years of her sexual life, she'd performed oral
sex on a guy a total of only two times.  The
second had only been to confirm the conclusion
she'd come to after the first:  namely that it wasn't
something she ever wanted to do again.
	It didn't make her a prude by any means,
she was far from it.  When Rachel finally warmed
up to a man enough to want him in her bed, she
was every guys dream: a woman who was warm
and supportive in public -- and a wanton whore in
the bedroom.  The only problem was that most
guys didn't make it to that level with her.  Most
usually lost interest when they learned she didn't
suck cock.  The cute cable guy had been one of
them.

	"Maybe Rachel doesn't,"  Stephanie noted,
her eyes glued to the television.  "But that girl
certainly does."
	The wide 35 inch screen was now filled
with the image of a large breasted blonde who
was giving quite a demonstration in the art of
fellatio.  The young man's cock she had
swallowed practically whole was also quite
impressive.
	"She is good at it,"  Penny laughed.
"Maybe you should take notes, Rachel
	Rachel made a disapproving face.
	"Yeah, like that guys really that big!  I'll
bet that's as fake as that bimbo's tits."
	"Looks pretty real to me."  Penny said.
	"Special effects,"  Rachel suggested. "You
can't tell me you've ever seen a guy that big for
real."
	"I have ... "  Stephanie started to say
without thinking, then caught herself."

	It was a momentary slip of the tongue, but
each of the other girls caught it immediately.

	"Tell, tell."  they both called out.  "Truth
or Dare.  You know the rules."
	It was a game they had played among
themselves, a game of sexual secrets.  If any of
them admitted to a sexual secret, they had to tell
or take a dare.  The dares had sometimes been far
worse than the truth.
	"Come on Stef,"  Penny encouraged.
"Truth or Dare?" she added with wicked emphasis
on the second choice."

	Stephanie considered the possible
consequences of a dare for a brief moment, then
decided on the truth.
	"Robby McPherson."  she answered in a
low voice.
	"What was that?"  Rachel asked, cupping
her hand around her ear as if she was hard of
hearing.
	"Robby McPherson!"  Stephanie repeated
in a louder voice.
	"Robby McPherson!"  Penny also repeated
in an even louder voice.
	"That computer geek who worked at the
mall last summer,"  Rachel chimed in. "That
Robby McPherson?"
	"Yes."  Stephanie responded simply.
	"What the hell where you thinking?"
Rachel asked.
	"I can't believe you dated that loser."
Penny added when Stephanie didn't reply.
	"He was not a loser!"  Stephanie snapped
back.  "And I didn't date him ...  I fucked him!
There I said it, are you happy." she added, taking
a large drink from her wine glass.
	"Shit, Stef, that's even worse."  Rachel
said.  "Why would you do a thing like that?"

	In reply, Stephanie held up both hands and
brought them together until they stopped about
nine inches apart.  Her meaning was obvious to
her friends.  It was a gesture they'd use in
reference to guys many times.  The only difference
was that this time it wasn't a diminutive allusion.

	"You're shitting me."  Rachel said, eyeing
the gap between her hands.
	"Honest truth."  Stephanie said, a term
none of them would ever lie about.
	"Fuck!"  Rachel exclaimed.  "Who'd have
ever thought it."

	"Wait a minute,"  Penny cut them off.
"Not so fast."
	Stephanie and Rachel both turned to their
girlfriend.
	"Look, I'm willing to accept that maybe
Robby McPherson, jerk that he might have been,
is hung like a horse. And I'll even admit that given
the chance, anyone of us would've fucked him
too.  But there is no way that you could've known
that before you hopped into bed with him!"

	"Actually, it was the back seat of his Dad's
car."  Stephanie grinned.  "And I did know, my
brother Jerry told me."
	Both girls remembered Jerry Morgan had
also worked at the mall last summer.  In fact, he
had been one of the few people who had been
friends with Robby.
	"How would Jerry know how big he was?"
Rachel asked.  "And why would he tell you?"

	"The same way I know Judy Peterman has
a large birthmark mole on her ass: the locker room
showers."  Stephanie said.  "And as to the why, I
asked him once out of idle curiosity who had the
biggest cock in the mall."
	"I still don't buy it,"  Penny said.  "If my
brother asked me which girl in the shower had the
best boobs, I can't imagine answering him.  And I
definitely can't imagine me asking him to check
out cocks for me -- or have him actually do it if I
did."

	"Well, maybe he would,"  Stephanie
answered with a devious smile on her face.  "If
you'd gotten him laid."
	"You got him laid?"  Penny asked in
disbelief.
	"Well he thinks I got him laid," Stephanie
admitted.  "Actually all I did was introduce him to
Gloria Nelson."
	"You got him laid," Rachel stated with
authority.  "All you had to do was introduce him
to that teencock hungry bitch."

	Gloria Nelson was a 37 year-old assistant
manager at the Oakdale Mall.  Twice divorced, it
was no secret among most of the women who
worked there that the redhead had a weakness for
barely legal boys.  Her various sexual escapades
would have been enough to get her fired, if not for
the fact that her family was one of the most
prominent in town.
	Unless one of her conquests turned out to
be underage -- she was always very careful about
that -- or one of the young men filed a complaint,
even more unlikely after she had freely given them
what they all would agree was one hot piece of
ass -- Gloria would continue with her little
appetites.

	"I guess that would be enough to get him
to check out some cocks for you."  Penny finally
admitted.
	"To be honest, since that's the nature of
the game,"  Stephanie mused,  "I think most guys,
Jerry included, do check the others out, to see
how they compare with each other.  They just
don't want to admit they look at other guys."
	"That's probably true." both girls agreed,
remembering secretly checking out classmates in
the showers back when they all started to develop.
	"Now can we forget about all this and
watch the movie or something?"  Stephanie asked.
	"Okay,"  Penny agreed.  "But I'm still mad
at you for one thing."
	"What's that?"  Stephanie asked somewhat
confused.
	"You knew that twerp had a 9-inch cock
and you didn't tell any of the rest of us!"
	All three of them burst into laughter as
Rachel refilled all their glasses.

	For the next three quarters of an hour, the
girls watched the adult film, offering jokes and
comments about what they saw.  Also during that
time they finished off the first bottle of wine and
worked their way halfway through a second.
Rachel had also thrown a bag of popcorn into the
microwave. After all, what fun was a movie
without popcorn?