1 comments/ 6536 views/ 5 favorites A New Innocence By: Jazz_E_too Annie stepped aside to welcome the girls into her apartment. Her husband, Dan, was away on business, and this was the new bride's first opportunity since the wedding for a 'girls' night out'. Joss, her maid-of-honour, smiled tentatively as she entered, followed quietly by the three bridesmaids, Leah, Krissy, and Mallory. The subdued atmosphere felt strange. Joss, Leah, Krissy, and Annie had grown up buds. They had gone through school together, and, in many ways, were as close as sisters. Mallory was a younger friend from work. Usually bubbly, her restrained demeanour seemed out of place. Annie's wedding had been three weeks ago, followed by a week's honeymoon in Mexico. But her staggette had been the week before the wedding. And that was where it all happened! That was the current 'elephant in the room"! Annabelle 'Annie' Fairchild was everything her name suggested: wholesome and genuine, with a charming country-girl innocence. Not glamorous, she was slim – small, though not really short – and small-busted – shapely, with long, wavy, off-black, slightly auburn hair. The roots of much of her family tree had been in India, although its branches had spread, first to Fiji, and, several generations back, to Canada. Pretty in a homey, honest sort of way, she had a cute figure. But her real beauty danced in her eyes, and in her gorgeous smile. Annie was, however – or had been, anyway – naïve to a fault – almost to the point of being pathetic – but not quite. Engaged to a truly nice guy, so happy, she had been walking on air. The first of her close friends to get married, she was also the first to get taken on a 'staggette'. Her friends teased her: "How could Miss Innocent end up being the first to tie the knot." "Maybe she has some secrets she's not sharing!" While it was all in good fun, her best friend, Joss, the one who arranged the bachelorette party, harboured just a tiny bit of resentment. Fairly tall, with an athletic build, Joss had shoulder length, mousy brown hair. She carried herself with a sort of sharp, no-nonsense poise – a kind of mask, covering up a deep insecurity. Big-busted, she generally wore baggy or shapeless clothes to disguise her bosom. Often more a spectator than participant, she often seemed rather stand-off-ish, radiating a don't-mess-with-me attitude; notwithstanding, her friends knew that she was, in fact, a real softy beneath the hard-shelled exterior she presented to strangers. Maybe because she'd been disillusioned too many times, had bailed out of repeated bad relationships, Joss was feeling kind of tired of Annie's effervescent smile and ever-sunny disposition. Although she knew she shouldn't be, Joss was jealous of Annie's enduring innocence. — — — — — X — — — — — The staggette night's activities were to be a session of 'boudoir' photography with a professional photographer. A friend of a friend was apparently experienced with that sort of thing and had a studio in Gastown. "But," Joss had announced, "we'll have to start of with a few drinks, just to loosen everyone up a bit!" And so they did. Annie had found herself getting increasingly intoxicated, almost uncomfortably so. Her condition was, in no small part, due to the fact that Joss had surreptitiously spiked her drink – along with Mallory's. Mallory, the new-kid-on-the-block, was somewhat of an unknown among the group. She had really just met the other bridesmaids, and felt a little intimidated by their age, shared history, and experience together. At 23 years old, Mallory was small, and young looking, but with a great figure. Her small breasts boasted large, prominent nipples – often conspicuously high-beam. Her long, wavy, ebony hair, framed a cute face – suggestive of an alluringly innocent Hispanic heritage. Mallory was excitable – almost hyper – and gullible. For whatever reason – Joss told herself she was just assisting the two innocents in tempering their inhibitions; and it probably was mostly innocent – Joss had secretly conspired to drop a little GHB into a couple of their drinks. So, especially for Annie and Mallory, the night had been a whirlwind – a miasma of lights and sensations. Indeed, all of them were still coming to terms with the whole thing. In the end, nonetheless, the boudoir album had turned out great. Rather naughty and sensual, but classy and tasteful. It had been viewed somewhat apprehensively by the girls, just prior to the wedding, while they were getting dressed. They all agree that, in and of itself, it was pretty tame – pretty harmless. And though all five girls had found it a little awkward, the wedding had gone off without a hitch. "You know," Annie began, as much to break the self-conscious silence as anything, as the guests looked about and chose a seat, "I took the boudoir album on our honeymoon." "You showed Dan?" Joss asked, a little skeptical. "Yep." Leah asked the question on everyones mind. "How'd that work out?" "I was more than a bit worried, but he liked it. He was impressed with the quality and professionalism. He liked the studio logo – Bedroom Secrets." Annie shrugged in a kind of 'who knew' sot of way. "He was really almost proud of me, it seemed. He actually chuckled about me 'displaying a bit of a wild side!'" "If you only knew," she remembered thinking. But, she'd decided then and there that guilt achieved nothing; what's done is done. She intended to go on from there – but first they'd all see what really happened. Joss interrupted her reverie by holding up two USB keys and asking, "Out-take album or video?" "Video," came the unanimous reply. Then they all sat, uneasy, agitated, as Joss approached the TV. None of them had seen it yet. They really had little idea what actually to expect. They all sat, waiting in a charged silence as Joss inserted the flash drive, and returned to join Leah and Mallory on the couch. When they were settled, Annie, beside Krissy, on the love seat, pointed the remote and started the video. — — — — — X — — — — — It began with, as they remembered, the only staged scene; them arriving at the door of the studio, and being welcomed into the foyer, by Grant and Simon, the photographer and his assistant. Grant was a friend of a friend of Leah's. Relieved of their coats, they were escorted onto the studio floor, and seated on couches, while the gentlemen explained how the 'Boudoir shoot' would work. That was the extent of the staged part. The rest of the video was real! During a quick Q&A, very professional titles began to roll up the screen: A New Innocence: A Visual Record of the Staggette for Annabelle Fairchild, June 23, 2015; Starring – Annabelle, Jocelyn, Leah, Kristin, and Mallory; Also featuring The Three Musketeers – Arthos, Porthos, and Aramis. Everyone gasped softly at the title, and the last line elicited deep blushing – and flushing – on all five girls, but no one made a noise, save for Mallory's nervous giggle. They watched as Annie was led up a step of what amounted to a low stage, in the centre of which stood a nicely made-up bed, complete with crisp, clean sheets, a matching duvet, pillows, and frilly bolsters. Annie was presented with a selection of clothing, – sleepwear, lingerie, lounging wear, and more seductive clothes, and Grant explained that the pics can get as racy as they dare, assuring all the girls – Annie especially – that all the 'out-takes' would be kept entirely separate, in an out-take file. Watching their memories unfold before them in living colour, all five, collectively, held their breath as the image of Annie disappeared behind a fabric screen to change into the first costume. That first outfit was a classic peignoir set, consisting of a robe, a negligee, and bikini panties, all white and sheer with lace accents, shot with silver – looking fresh out of a 1950s film. Hints of Annie's well-trimmed bush, and dark areolas were visible as vague shadows through the fine fabric. Grant directed the poses – posing Annie on and around the bed for tastefully suggestive and glamourous pictures – and moved about the stage snapping pictures while Simon, as had been explained earlier, spooked about in the background recording video. Annie giggled self-consciously as she followed directions, basking in the attention of the camera, and accepting the teasing encouragement of her entourage. Smiling and laughing, Grants comment, "As racy as they dare," circulated through Annie's thoughts, indeed, through all of their thoughts. Standing proud, chest out, one knee resting at the turned down sheets, Annie managed to look positively sultry as she seductively peeled the robe off her shoulders and shrugged it from her arms, depositing it in a puddle on the floor. For an instant, between clicks of the camera's shutter, all was silent. Everyone watching was amazed at how natural she looked – how comfortable. "Come on," Leah shouted, "Let's see some cleavage!" thrusting out her own chest and pulling her blouse partially open in demonstration. Leah was a short, pleasantly plump, 2nd – or 3rd, depending on which way one counted – generation Korean-Canadian, with thick black hair in a cute page-boy cut. Generally extroverted, she was almost embarrassingly proud of her huge boobs. A bit overbearing at times, Leah was a good friend – lots of fun, and always well-meaning. To everyones surprise, as Leah shook her massive tits, Krissy tentatively stepped up onto the stage and reached for Annie. The other girls looked on, in awe, as a bold determination seemed to sweep over Krissy, replacing her usual furtive shyness. Straightening Annie's neckline, and fluffing her hair, Krissy took on the role of dresser, or costume/makeup mistress, although, it was becoming evident that it was a thinly disguised excuse for her touching Annie. Still, Krissy checked wordlessly with Grant, the de facto director, for guidance. As she finished adjusting Annie's bodice, Leah called out, "Show us your tits!" Mallory virtually buzzed out her concurrence, "Yeah, it's showtime!" "Now, now, girls. Behave yourselves," Krissy reprimanded with an, albeit false, air of propriety. All the while Joss watched intently, suspicious that there was something else going on here – something that she didn't quite understand. "There," Krissy nodded to Grant, "Beautiful!" Leaning back, she admired Annie's wonderfully displayed chest. As Krissy backed off the stage, Annie let her eyes shift over to grab onto Grant's lens, as he captured the well posed exposure. Flushing at Krissy's boldness, the supporters became more and more excited, vociferously encouraging Annie to be increasingly revealing. Chanting, "Give us some nipple!" their carefree laughter began to charge the atmosphere with a sort of wild abandon. More intoxicated than she was, perhaps, used to being, and somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, Annie could feel an air of seduction gathering around her, eroding her inhibitions. So, with a sudden resolution, Annie hooked a finger over the frilly neckline, and pulled down to expose a crescent of her areola. The girls all hooted and hollered. "Holy shit," she thought to herself. "What's got into me?" Then the flashing of the camera brought Annie back into focus. Pouting into the lens, she figured, "In for a penny; in for a pound!" and tugged down a little harder, allowing her bare nipple to peek over the frilly edge like a little gumdrop – red and cheeky. The girls went wild. "Okay," Grant managed, when they finally settled again. "Let's try another outfit," and he guided Annie back behind the screen. The second kit was a black basque with scarlet accents, over scarlet thong panties – tied neatly with bows at each hip – thigh-highs, and heels. Once again, Grant directed Annie in posing on and about the bed. The poses became increasingly racy and suggestive, and Annie's looks more sultry and mischievous. While the lights flashed, and Grant's camera clicked – all the while Simon's video lens taking it all in – Krissy stepped, once again – and this time more confidently – onto the platform, eyes locked onto Annie's. She reached forward, and, not detecting any resistance, cupped Annie's bosom, weighing her breasts gently. After a brief pause, she murmured, "Now, let's help this bustier do its push-up thing." She gently gathered Annie's boobs together, lifting them into well-defined prominence, high on her chest. "There," she announced, satisfied, "that's it. That accentuates your cleavage!" The others suddenly let out a breath, and voiced their appreciation with ooohs and aaaaahs. Slowly, reluctantly, releasing her grip, still for a moment, Krissy held Annie's eyes as Annie's own hands settled under her own boobs, replacing Krissy's, lifting her bust to display her smooth fleshy globes, and holding the exaggerated cleavage for the camera. Krissy stepped back off the platform as the camera snapped again and again. Then Annie found the video lens with her eyes and coyly stuck her tongue out as she bounced her tits, highlighting chest's 'baby's bottom'. To start, Annie had only been marginally aware that the whole thing was being videoed, but now she was noticing the video camera, more than Grant's, and playing up to it. And she was gradually sobering up – emerging from the effects of the drinks, and, unbeknownst to her, the drug, and it was becoming clear to her that, besides a softly erotic, general consumption picture album, there would be a digital 'out-takes' album, and a video of the evening. She felt a tingle of excitement in the anticipation of that. Caught up in the exhibitionism of it all, a small part of her still wondered what was going on. "How did this happen?" she asked herself. "What have I allowed them to do to me?" Still, in some calm part of her brain, Annie knew it was basically all in fun. Any inner argument had become so muddled as to be meaningless. So, unknown to the others, she just accepted that there had been no ill-intent or malice, and surrendered herself to the fates of the situation. "Okay," she murmured, under her breath, "let's go with the flow!" Gazing into the video camera, she languorous, yet brazenly pulled the crotch of her panties aside to flash her beaver at the girls – and the cameras. The response was thunderous! "Whooo hooo!" The girls fist-pumped and stomped their feet. Grant even smiled as he clicked multiple exposures; Simon whirled to catch an angle. It was only a moment. Annie grinned widely as she let go, letting the tiny gusset snap back over her vulva. She patted her pubis through her panties as she waited for the uproar to subside. After a brief interval of stunned and satisfied silence, Grant suggested, "How about another outfit?" Annie's disappearance behind the screen gave her audience a moment to recover, yet, when she reappeared they were all surprised. The third get-up she had chosen was relatively modest – loose, steel gray, satin pyjamas, with a large-lapel, button-front top, and baggy bottoms with a tie-string above a buttoned fly-front. Still ostensibly in the 'boudoir' mode, there was a definite air of expectation. Grant held back his direction, and Annie's ad libbed poses, quickly became more daring, flashing cleavage, loosing buttons and ties; with threatening reveals the session seemed to be pushing the boundaries. After a flurry of pictures and poses in varying degrees of modesty, there was a brief, natural pause. Simon, the videographer, broke the silence. "Let me explain, ladies, that at this juncture clients often want to throw in a little bit of X-rating." "Oooh!?" They girls paused to listen. The silent consensus was that it was Annie's call, and, perhaps, she had already made it, what with the bit of flashing she'd already done. "A little bit of 'playing' – with fingers or toys or whatever – we have a collection of toys available – 'playing' intensifies the aura, and allows the subject to radiate sexuality. Believe it or not, as imperceptible as it may seem, the camera can pick up these subtle, sensual changes – whether in the eyes, on the lips, in the blush, or in the body language. Our clients often find that the pictures turn out just a little bit more sensuous – while maintaining the requisite modesty, of course – when there has been a wee bit of erotic stimulation during the session." 'Often' may have been a bit of over-selling, but there was, indeed, a germ of truth in what he said. "Let me assure you that any pictures of said stimulation are just for the out-takes album." He smiled, letting the video recording wind on without notice, while adding, "No pressure, at all." Nodding in agreement, Grant added, "And only as far as you're comfortable. Nothing more." All eyes were on Annie. It seemed everyone else had subconsciously sensed the change in Annie, and waited to see what would transpire. The girls leaned slightly forward in anticipation, as one, willing Annie to respond. Annie's eyes scanned her audience, her stare stopping briefly on each flushed, excited face. She was curious to find that she was without protest or resistance. Letting her gaze come to rest on the video's lens, Annie slowly, teasingly, allowed a cheeky smile to creep onto her face. She felt a shift in the very core of her being. The innocent, prude persona she had lived with for twenty-seven years seemed to vapourize before her mind's eye. Without warning exhibitionism seemed more inviting than modesty – lascivious adventure more appealing than inhibition. "Well?" she asked, benignly. "Show us your tits!" Leah yelled again, and they all began laughing hysterically, chanting through the laughter, "Yeah, show us, show us, show us!" Suddenly Annie couldn't stop laughing. Her nervous energy fed an, albeit brief, hysteria that scared the daylights out of her. She couldn't catch her breath, and momentarily became paralyzed, as, somewhere in the back of her mind she asked herself, "What on earth am I doing?" Then, with a sort of sob or hiccup, she found the answer. "It's all in good fun." And that was enough. Her uncontrolled hilarity slowly settling, Annie coyly flipped open the unbuttoned top teasingly revealing a glimpse of her breast, before pulling it closed and turning away. "Tease! Tease!" the girls cried. Still laughing, but more quietly, Annie deliberately bared both boobs, weighing them with her hands before slipping her hands forward to catch each stiff nipple and pinch it between index fingers and thumbs. Quickly scanning her surroundings, she captured Mallory with her eyes, and, smiling at the look of bewildered incredulity on her young friend's face, fastened it with a sultry look, while twisting and twiddling her own buds. Moving on, she panned the studio until she found the camera's lens. Holding it firm in her sight, she stopped, cocked her head and pursed her lips seductively, then pinched and pulled her own nipples until the sensation of pain swirled into the miasma of excitement coursing through her body. Grant and Simon, moving about ghost-like, faded in and out of the background, seemingly disappearing – waiting until one or both caught Annie's eye. Most of her attention was on her girlfriends – her audience, and soon Annie was taking suggestions – accepting requests without hesitation. As the photo shoot went along, the party feel became progressively more libertine; the chanting more insistent. "Take it off!" "Play with it!" Krissy tentatively leaned onto the stage, and reached for the tie-string, subtly, gently untying Annie's bottoms – letting the fly front gape, before easing back to her seat. The friends responded in a frenzy of cheers and whistles; "You go, girl!" pulling at their own garments to cool themselves as the heat of their vicarious arousal overtook them. Pulling open chemises, lifting camisoles, and loosening bra cups, the studio almost steamed up with the vented heat emanating from the ladies. A New Innocence Annie was virtually still, idly pinching and twisting her own nipples, her eyes a little glazed, as she appreciated the antics of her audience. The tension in the atmosphere, the energized arousal, the rising excitement of her friends, all stoked Annie's growing inferno, until, finally, as the gallery actively and raucously watched, Annie's floodgates let go. Nothing was too much! Letting go of her nipple with just one hand, while the other continued its manipulation, Annie reached between her legs, through the gaping fly-front, to stroke her now seriously leaking pussy, the glistening lips puffy beneath the arrow of her trimmed bush. Through an erotic haze of wild abandon, Annie let her hand slip from her tit, to join the other in her crotch. While her hands returned to her pussy, fingers stroking between her lips, spreading her juices up to circle around her clit, Krissy crept onto the bed, yet again. "Here, let me help," she whispered as she took hold of Annie's lapels and peeled the top off, pulling at Annie's hands one at a time. Annie's hands both clamped back onto her boobs, leaving her pussy neglected for the moment. Krissy, then, grabbed the waist of the PJ bottoms and, with Annie bouncing her bum a bit, pulled them free of her ankles, leaving Annie completely naked on the bed. With both of Annie's hands now active at her tits, Krissy reached a hand, slowly and tentatively into the vee, and began stroking Annie, up and down her lubricated furrow. Tugging at her own nipples, while basking in the erotic caress of Krissy, who, at the top end of each stroke had begun to twiddle her now exposed clitoris, Annie felt the ignition sequence of an orgasm shudder and jolt deep within her. On a hunch, Leah called out, "Krissy, see what's in the nightstand drawer!" At Krissy's sudden withdrawal, leaning over to open the side-table, Annie reached down and began finger-fucking herself, bouncing her hips as she plunged her fingers into her glistening pussy. There were bells going off in her head. Suddenly she couldn't see or feel anything but the meltdown within her sex. Pulling roughly at her own nipple with one hand, she grunted at the throbbing of her cunt. First doing a quick mental inventory, Krissy withdrew a large flesh-coloured dildo from the drawer. Mallory squealed, "Oh my God!" as Krissy whispered, her face close to Annie's, "Try this." Placing the large tool in Annie's hands, Krissy then reached across and began plucking Annie's nipples, as they perched proud and engorged, high atop her heaving chest. Annie stared at the rubber prick in her hands, a little confused, so Krissy leaned over – "Here," and briefly took it into her mouth, laving it with her saliva. "You try." Annie took it into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it before puling it out and swiftly and forcefully shoving it into her twat. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried with a rising desperation. Krissy momentarily let go of one nipple, only to grab it with her teeth. Annie screamed , AAAAAArgh! Ummmmmm, uhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuck!" Her climax exploded behind her eyes and in her gut at the same time. Waves of pleasure crashing into every corner of her soul ran interference, mellowing out for an instant before echoing like thunder. Her hips jolted up against the thrusted dildo – trying to consume it. Annie flopped and trembled as if she were having a seizure, tearing her nipple right out of Krissy's mouth. Krissy sat back and watched in admiration as Annie shook and shuddered through the aftershocks. Quietly, as Annie recovered her equilibrium, Leah, reached over to the toy drawer and handed Krissy a vibrator. Turning it on low, Krissy touched it to Annie's breasts, drawing circles over each areola, and feathering across each nipple. "Aaaaahhh," Annie moaned, thrusting her chest out for more. Her hands went momentarily limp, allowing the dildo to plop out of her onto the bed. At a nod from Krissy, Leah extracted several other vibrators of various shapes and sizes, along with a couple bottles of lube, and placed them on the bed within Krissy's reach. She then, quietly so as not to interrupt the show, moved back to her place on the couch. Without abandoning Annie's boobs, Krissy selected another vibrator and tenderly stroked it up Annie's slick slit, sweeping the used phallus out of the way, then circling her clit before gliding it back down her glistening furrow, poking gently between her lips. Annie's hips bucked and quivered, as Krissy withdrew the device and placed it in Annie's hands. Grasping the instrument tightly, Annie slithered it down to her vee, and took up the stimulation once again. Slowly at first, she accelerated her strokes, prodding and pushing into herself with a growing urgency. Leaving her breasts for a moment, Krissy picked out another, somewhat smaller vibrator from the collection – a mini-butt-plug, with a flanged end – and deftly smeared it with lube. Putting her hand under Annie's buttocks, she wormed her way around, mindful of not blocking sight-lines, and exposed Annie's most intimate rosebud. Twisting and swirling, she ran the end of the mini over Annie's anus, inserting it bit by bit with almost imperceptible pressure. Annie, concentrating on the arousal she was giving herself, and wishing Krissy would pay attention to her tits, once again, noticed the activity at her ass with curiosity. "How very odd," she observed to herself. She'd never, ever had any attention to her bottom before. "Interesting, though." At that moment, and without warning, Krissy tweaked Annie's nipple – hard! – giving it a violent twist, and, at the same instant, shoved the vibrator deep into Annie's bum. "Aaaaahhh!," Annie squealed, electrical flashes pin-balling about her body, shooting from her boobs, colliding with shocks from her ass, and mixing with the ripples and splashes of energy emanating from her vagina. Her hips spasmed and thrusted, bouncing violently to further impale themselves on the phallic vibrators. The sudden rush of motion on the stage incited an eruption of noise from the audience. Joss, normally resigned, and Mallory, normally in awe, joined Leah in chanting: "Pound it!" "Hump it!" "Stroke it!" "Slam it!" "Show us how it's done!" "Cum!" "Cum!" "Cum!" "Cum for us!" Krissy was a little taller than Annie. Voluptuous and shapely, carrying herself with a sort of understated, if somewhat furtive, poise, she fussed about Annie's recumbent figure, her dirty-blonde pony-tail swinging as she moved. Ever so subtly Krissy had taken charge and continued to delicately facilitate Annie's performance – for that is what it had become. The others watched in awe as she quietly directed and coaxed in her soothing voice. And her taking that role was not really all that surprising, given that Krissy had always been the nurturing, if soft-spoken, one among them. Even if no one actually said so out loud, it was obvious to all that Krissy had an ulterior motive in assuming her position. Arranging Annie's raiment and limbs was an excuse for touching her, for holding lingering, tentative caresses, perhaps a moment longer than necessary. Annie's response was, she had had to admit, in retrospect, an increasing arousal, hence she was open to and cooperative with any and all of Krissy's suggestions. On the bed, on the screen, with Grant the cameraman spooking in the background, the girls watched as Krissy guided Annie onto her all-fours, the mini still buzzing in her rear, although she had dropped the other vibrator onto the bed. Poised on her hands and knees, the action paused – allowing the audience to appreciate the delicious tableau, before, slowly and gently Krissy had raised her hand to caress Annie's inviting bottom. First with her hand stroking each cheek, alternately, then dipping her fingers into the crevasse, she gently removed the vibrating plug. Laying it aside, she resumed teasingly running her fingers over Annie's anus, just barely reaching her labia before dragging them back. While she continued the lazy fondling, Krissy invited Mallory to grab the little pocket-rocket vibrator off the night stand, and join them. Mallory responded, and following the directions in a trance-like state, she reached tentatively under Annie's tummy, and between her legs, to begin running the vibrator deftly along the top of Annie's slit. "Oooh! Aaahhh!" Annie shivered and jerked, and swirled her hips. Mallory, encouraged by Annie's reactions began a more deliberate attack on her dear friend's clit, guiding the tiny appliance around and across without let-up. Across Annie's shuddering back – that continued to dip and arch, trying to increase the clitoral contact with Mallory's little rocket – with an apparent sleight-of-hand, Krissy produced a glassy, serious-looking device. Holding it up, over Annie's still flexing rump, Krissy explained, as if introducing a prop for a magic show, "What we have here is known as an anal dildo." She even held it up and twisted it in the air, so that the audience could more fully appreciate its size and shape. "It is," she went on, almost pedantically, "an instrument to assist us in our attention to an often neglected erogenous zone – the anus – specifically, Annie's anus." "And you would be the expert on this alleged neglect of Annie's anus, how?" Leah put in, voicing her skepticism. Krissy's response was a mere raised eyebrow arching over a sly twinkle. The dildo was a transparent, dark blue Lucite shaft with a slightly pointed bulbous end. It was, in fact, rather like a butt-plug on a long handle. During her exchange with Leah, Krissy had carefully spread a bit of KY onto the tip, following which, she immediately began caressing Annie's little rosebud with the lubricated tip. Spinning the device softly, as she centered it against Annie's sphincter, Krissy tenderly applied pressure causing repeated, subtle insertions, before allowing Annie's natural resistance to push it back out. "It looks more like an RPG – a rocket propelled grenade – than a stylized penis," Mallory remarked with a chuckle as she continued her lazy assault on Annie's clitoris. As Krissy continued her 'push and release' tactics, the slight but inexorable pressure gained a quarter inch at a time, until, eventually, Annie's rose closed around the shoulders of the device and, almost lovingly, slurped it in. Then it was a matter of pressing it deeper and deeper – two in, one back. Krissy then began to twist and wiggle the shaft as she shoved and pulled, and, as the penetration progressed, Annie's arousal built steadily toward crisis. "Oh! Christ! Oh, oh, oh! Fuck!" With increasingly inarticulate moans and gasps, Annie's growing agitation was obvious. Twisting and jolting, heaving back against the intrusion, Annie grew more and more impatient. RPG may not have been so far off the mark. "Look at her," Mallory observed, to the spectators, Leah and Joss, tilting her head to indicate Annie's quivering and quaking abdomen, "she looks like she's about to explode!" Annie's thighs trembled, threatening to simply melt away beneath her, when, finally, mercifully, Mallory pulled the vibrator from Annie's over-stimulated clit. With a quick shuffle, she moved up the bed, slightly, then reached in to play the still buzzing vibrator over Annie's nipples. Krissy continued to work dildo, sawing it in and out of her dear friend's ass. Finally it was just too much, too much stimulation, too much trembling, too much sensation, too much sweat. Annie felt a monster welling up inside her. She tried desperately to stay balanced and up on her knees. Allowing her arms to collapse, she flopped her head onto her arms, capturing and stilling Mallory's hand, Mallory's pocket-rocket, beneath her chest. And the monster continued to grow, a roiling, boiling conflagration, racing along from her upturned rear end, to explode in her chest, spreading fire and electricity into her brain and out to the far reaches of her personal space. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, head in arms, dragging herself off the dildo that had impaled her. Lying still, as an astonished quiet fell over the studio, Annie waited for her psyche to reassemble, piece by piece. Her chest was heaving, ragged breath coming in gasps, as she allowed herself to regain her footing, calming little by little until she became, once again, aware of her surroundings. A preternatural serenity had enveloped the place. Krissy rose up next to Annie's prone body, dangling the dildo, as if wondering what to do next. Although subconsciously trying to hide it, Krissy was subtly showing signs of her own arousal; her chest was rising and falling rhythmically, her breath coming in gasps. Her skin tingled and her face was flushed. It was almost, she thought to herself, as though she'd been the one who had had the orgasm. Maybe, she considered, she had – a small one, perhaps, amidst all the fuss and furor. Mallory, meanwhile, had extricated her hand and settled back. She was puffing, as if she'd just run a race, and a look of excited, self-satisfaction spread across her face. The whole time, the Leah and Joss had watched in titillated amazement. They were somewhat shocked – but rather pleased – at how far Annie seemed willing to go without complaint. They were also impressed with Mallory's complicity. Leah, succumbing at last to the wave of sexual tension in the studio, had stuffed a hand into her own pants, the other under her shirt, and was openly masturbating – pinching her own nipple while swirling her fingertips in circles over and around her dampened clitoris. Joss glanced surreptitiously at Leah, her own hands resting chastely on her crotch and tits, but outside her clothes – held deliberately still. Leah pulled a hand off her own boob, to grab Joss's hand and carry it into Joss's pants. "Don't mess about," she hissed in a stage-whisper. Physically cajoling Joss to take up the self-stimulating manipulation, Leah let go, and watched as a subtle WTF look passed across Jose's face and sank over her shoulders as a slight shrug, before initiating movement at her fingertips. Once Joss was underway, Leah returned her attention to her own arousal, Finally, amidst the charged silence of the current moment of respite, as if signaling the end of the break, there was a sharp rap on the door. The girls all froze, staring first at the door, then shifting their gaze to the photographer. Lowering his camera, Grant moved across the video's view, stopping at the edge to address the girls. "We've taken the liberty of inviting some special gentlemen friends; these are models we've worked with before," Grant explained. "We thought," he nods at Simon, "maybe you'd like to meet them? Absolutely no pressure! You can just say 'no' if you want." Their interest piqued, one by one the ladies, vaguely, barely, nodded their assent. Presently, three cosmopolitan gentlemen entered and, assembling at the edge of the stage, were introduced. "May I present The Three Musketeers," Grant announced, "Arthos, Porthos, and Aramis." Krissy and Mallory backed away from the bed, and off the raised 'bedroom' to settle onto the couches – the spectator gallery, as it were – while Grant continued with their brief introductions. All three of them were fine specimens in their late-twenties or early thirties. Arthos had a Mediterranean or Italian cast about him; by his chocolate brown complexion and wiry black hair, Prothos' ancestors hailed from somewhere in northern Africa; and Aramis, with his chiseled features and blonde hair, looked like one of his burly Viking forebears. The cameras ignored for the moment, the girls' attention was focused on the lithe, sensuous movements of the sculpted male bodies, as they focused on Annie, the obvious guest-of-honour. Pulling herself through her post-orgasmic lethargy, Annie rolled onto her side, propping her head on her elbows to watch, preparing to fully appreciate the show. Slowly, artfully, the gentlemen stripped, dancing and swaying erotically around the bed and Annie, who was still feeling exceptionally mellow from her wild orgasm. The others watched intently – their rapt attention held firm by the erotic spectacle before them. Grant's camera clicked away candidly; although, unknown to the 'clients', the boudoir images had already been collected. Grant knew he had a ton of golden stock to choose from – everything from here on in would be 'out-take' material. Meanwhile the so-called Three Musketeers transformed the simple act of undressing into a higher art form – graceful and sensuous. Once they were fully disrobed, they stood side-by-side for moment, each lazily stroking an impressive cock, as yet not full erect. Arthos was the smallest – if you could honestly use that word – at about nine inches, circumcised, and an inch thick; also circumcised, Porthos' chocolate rod must have been eleven or twelve inches, at its still semi-erectness, and was about an inch and a half thick. But it was Aramis whose member garnered the most attention. Uncircumcised, it was hard to determine length because of the thickness of the beast. It had to be coming on ten inches anyway, but its girth was incredible. It looked as big around as a beer can. Other than a few sharp intakes of breath the display was met with silence, until Simon muttered under his breath, without taking his eyes from the viewfinder, "This is gonna be good." Arthos was the first to move, stepping stealthily towards Annie, he lifted his cock and presented it before her face, ostensibly for her inspection. Annie studied the offering, appreciating, its glistening texture, its living bounce and quiver, she reveled in the warmth emanating from it, and savoured the smell of maleness and arousal that surrounded it. Leaning forward slightly she reached with her tongue to catch the single drop of pre-cum that had appear on the tip. She swirled Arthos' essence in her mouth before, as she thought of it somewhere in the back of her head, succumbing to the greater forces of carnal attraction. She suddenly pushed forward and engulfed the proffered penis with her warm, puffy lips. Arthos' fingertips moved to Annie's cheeks as she began sucking him in earnest, pushng hard to get steadily deeper, she collapsed her cheek and rounded her lips perfectly, increasing the pressure, exciting the meat held captive in her mouth. Arthos had superb control, but even he was watching the edge draw ever closer; however, he was saved by a tap on his shoulder. Porthos had moved in behind him and was now waiting to sample Annie's oral talents. Wordlessly, Arthos pulled back, leaving Annie feeling briefly abandoned, and stepped aside to allow Porthos to step in. Porthos waved his rampant flagpole proudly before Annie's face, and she smiled to herself, as she stuck out her tongue to lick and taste the proffered meat, tentatively, before reaching a little further to suck the plum end like a lollipop. Meanwhile, Arthos, trailing his fingers lightly down her body to her buttocks, moved next to her hips. Giving a nod to Porthos, he reached for her far thigh, and, with gentle pressure, flopped her onto her side like a rag doll. Stretching her neck to keep her lips in contact with Porthos' cock, and with tender support at both ends, Annie rolled gracefully to her back. In one smooth motion, Arthos lifted her near leg and stepped into her vee. He lined himself up and slowly pressed in, splitting her gleaming lips with ease, and sliding smoothly in until his pubic hair entwined with hers. Annie let her head loll back as, right away, Porthos, now tenderly gripping the corners of her jaw with his fingers, began feeding her a shaft of dark meat. And as Porthos pressed relentlessly, his piece slid inexorably deep into her mouth. They paused for a moment, as Annie battled her gag-reflex, then she began to withdraw, then push, withdraw, then push, eagerly setting a beat, trying to encompass more of the throbbing licorice stick at each in-stroke. Even as a man of much experience, Porthos is very impressed with the young bride-to-be. "Her hubby's gonna be flabbergasted with the felatio expert he's marryin'," he smiled to himself. "She's got a magic mouth!" A New Innocence Aramis remained standing to the side, slowly stroking himself and watching, his member still twitching and jerking beneath his lazy strokes. The rest of the girls – the audience – although riveted by the developing action, were not unaware of Aramis' growing erection, and stole increasingly awed glances in his direction. Keeping a steady, firm beat, sawing in and out of her receptive pussy, Arthos leaned subtly forward, brought his hands to Annie's breasts, to play with her nipples, while continuing to pump rhythmically. The sudden, unexpected stimulation of her engorged buds, gave a kick to her arousal that had been, for the last bit, just coasting, just ordering and appreciating the waves of pleasure that had been lapping at her soul. Suddenly, explosions, starting in her chest then rippling out to her extremities, sparkled and spat at her nerve-endings. Her legs flew up, clasping ineffectively around Arthos, shaking spasmodically, as she fought to accept the intense sensations coursing through her. Annie moaned pathetically around the cock in her mouth, whimpering and keening. On the long, sharp edge of climax, but unable to actually get there, Annie twisted and convulsed in frustrated torture. Out of Annie's sight, Aramis moved silently up the bed to stand behind Porthos, and the ensuing rearrangement, tempered the intensity of Annie's arousal just enough to save her from losing her mind completely. The girls watched in fascination, as the three studs, moved ghost-like into their new positions, without any obvious communication. As Porthos pulled back to make room for Aramis, Arthos, too, withdrew. Three sets of hands methodically lifted and repositioned once more, back onto her hands and knees. Having trouble thinking clearly amidst the miasma of extreme sexual tension she was experiencing, Annie just acquiesced, only vaguely aware of the choreography taking place around her. With only a minimum of shuffle, Arthos swiftly inserted himself, between her soft, puffy, and damp cunt lips, back into Annie's warm and ready pussy – now doggie-style. He immediately raised one hand to lazily work his fingers into Annie's ass. Simultaneously, Porthos moved around Annie's shoulder, then slipped onto his back beside her. Curiously Arthos then pulled out of her pussy, but continued poking her anus with his fingers. Porthos shuffled quickly, if awkwardly, under her until he could lift her hips and line up her slick, puffy pussy over his shivering erection. Without waiting, he smoothly guided her as she settled onto his pole. Annie's eager vagina was quivering in anticipation, welcoming the intruder – any intruder – back in among her folds. Incrementally Porthos began to release her weight to her knees, lowering her gently until she had enveloped much of his rampant prick. Meanwhile, Aramis was touching his huge cock to Annie's mouth, rubbing his helmeted glans – now pushing out of his foreskin, all purple and swollen – back and forth across her lips. Annie's tongue, peeking out from between her lips, as if trying to decide on its own accord whether to come out and play, tentatively swiped and tasted the invader. Slowly Aramis' patience was rewarded as Annie mouthed the plum a few moments before opening wide and attempting to engulf it in earnest. She struggled initially, just to stretch her lips enough to get his cockhead into her mouth. Once inserted she circled her lips, sealing them in a moist 'O' around his shaft. While somewhat preoccupied with Aramis in her mouth, Annie relaxed her hips and slowly, gently settled onto Porthos. His dark truncheon disappeared into the descending pussy incrementally, until Annie had him fully ensconced. Meanwhile, Arthos had determined she didn't need lube because she was still slick and damp from the workout with the dildo. Having established her readiness, poking her anus one last time, he lined up his dick with her rosebud and began working, surprisingly easily, into her lubricated bum. She waggled her tush almost unconsciously, pushing back, trying to fully capture both intruders without losing track of the monstrosity filling her mouth. Aramis was huge – stretching her mouth, as she pushed to encompass more and more of his colossal member. She gagged repeatedly, but kept on pushing deeper and deeper. The effort also resulted in progressive insertions of ass and pussy. The combined actions, subtle as they were, began to bring Annie's arousal to never before experienced levels. She felt she was getting dangerously close to being explosive. Her friends chanted encouragement, 'Kiss it, suck it, push it, take 'em all!" Softly at first, then getting louder as the vicarious thrill took hold. Soon Annie was fully three-holed – fully seated, fully filled. Her nose was pressed into Aramis' pubic beard; she could feel Porthos' pubes brushing her stretched pussy lips; and Arthos' scrotum was hanging, swinging, between her cheeks. "I do believe," Krissy muttered drolly to no one in particular, "our girl is hiding over thirty inches of pipe!" The three studs stilled, motionless except for the subtle vibrations that betrayed their own arousals. They were leaving the establishment of any rhythm up to Annie. She could feel them, nonetheless, throb and swell within her. Her strokes were short and sharp. There was a sort of desperate urgency in her thrusts as she tried to consume her intruders. She was loathe to let even a millimetre of meat escape. And her build-up was maddeningly unrelenting. Her burgeoning arousal manifested itself in her pathetic whimpers and whines. She was shifting and jerking in an attempt to climb further toward orgasm. She could feel her circuits charging. The sensations became barely tolerable. Beams of concentrated energy shot from point to point – prick to prick – forming a high-tension net in her gut – vibrating at high-frequency, and keeping her from blowing apart. Annie's mouth sucked and puffed continually, as her ass gripped and released, and her cunt lunged and clutched. While her strokes were less than a quarter inch in amplitude the effects were devastatingly powerful, as she raced towards climax, riding along the edge for what seemed like forever. The ever-expanding excitement was nearly unbearable. "Look at that," Krissy squealed, "She's airtight!" Giving her a sidelong glance, Leah asked, rather sardonically, "How do you know about these things?" "Yeah," Joss agreed, "How?" Krissy just gave a non-committal shrug and smiled knowingly. "If they all cum at once, she'll explode," Mallory squealed, oblivious to the others mysterious exchange. Finally Porthos lifted his head and grasped her nipple with his lips. Like flicking the 'armed and ready' switch, everything hung for one long moment. Then he flicked her nipple once more with his tongue. It was like hitting the detonation button. Annie tipped, abruptly, over the edge, into a startlingly extreme orgasm. Three, clustered, nuclear explosions went off simultaneously at the points of contact. Although the musketeers did not come, strictly speaking, all together, they all overlapped and were each simultaneous with Annie. And the explosion blew her consciousness into a million glowing pieces. Ecstasy rocketed up her spine like the balls of a Roman Candle, to flash and sparkle behind her eyes. Coloured spheres of light and energy pinballed around her head before radiating out to the far reaches of her universe, tingling her fingers and flexing her toes. Shards of awareness rained down, pattering against the windows of her soul. Annie's filled cavities crackled and glowed with heat and energy, and the liquid sensation of male deposits. Yet, peculiarly, it was an almost silent climax. The musketeers remained motionless, save for their fevered tremors, and soft moans. Annie basked in one long, continuous infusion of seed, spreading within her from three separate sources, and coating her innermost surfaces with its fluid warmth. Writhing and squirming, puffing through her nose, pulling Aramis' thighs to hold him tight in her lingual grip, while swiveling and rocking her hips, Annie fought to keep all three cocks fully seated. Which was the, albeit unspoken, intention in Grant and Simon's bringing the musketeers aboard. "Wild!" Grant muttered as he swept, ghostlike past his colleague. "Yeah," Simon shakes his head, "Surpasses all expectations – all anticipations!" The intensity of the orgasm was completely overwhelming. Annie continued rather mechanically in her participation, but slowed as she became well and truly worn out. — — — — — X — — — — — The scene, playing out on the big screen, continued on, as Annie, languid eyes fluttering, sat airtight in post-orgasmic bliss. She was panting after the strenuous orgasm, her cheeks quivered about the turgid cock in a residual sucking action. Her labia and her anus, both tightly pulled circles, clung to the huge fleshy cylinders. Their grasping seemed to twitch and spasm in random echoes of the recent climax. But the tableau remained otherwise still, like a sleeping beast – with four heads. Professional looking credits started reeling up over the apparent finale: Annabelle, the Bride-to-Be, as Airtight Annie Joss, the Maid of Honour, as Not So Fast Leah, the first Bridesmaid, as Let's Get at 'Er Krissy, the second Bridesmaid, as I'm Curious Mallory, youngest Bridesmaid, as OMG The Three Musketeers – Arthos, Porthos, and Aramis, as themselves Grant – Still Photographer, director, lights, costumes Simon – Videographer, assistant director, sound As the credits wound slowly over the tableau Joss remarked, "Look like slo-mo." "I don't think it is," Annie observed, recalling the rolling, glistening afterglow of her record-setting orgasm. As the credits finished the gentlemen slowly began to extricate themselves. Annie was obviously reluctant to relinquish the cocks as they pulled out. She made half-hearted attempts to chase them, muttering vague complaints, and requests. Finally bereft of male members, Annie flopped onto her back – totally fatigued, knees dropped open, head hanging almost off edge of bed. As a sort of denouement the camera panned left, following the Musketeers, still all impressively semi-erect – Aramis and Porthos led together, followed by Arthos – moving in a sort of procession over towards Joss and Leah and Mallory. His curiosity piqued once more, Simon held the camera view, to record the blossoming involvement of Annie's friends. Looking up suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, Leah panted, "Oh fuck. Hurry! I'm so fucking ready!" She reached out and grabbed Porthos' bobbing black prick, holding on with one hand as she tried to tear off her own clothing with the other. At the same time, Joss locked her eyes on Aramis' magnificent member, reaching with both hands to grab it gently, and, without taking her eyes off his swelling cock, pulled him forward, straddling her, and laid his turgid tool delicately in her cleavage, cradling it with her heaving boobs. Meanwhile Leah had captured Porthos' licorice stick with her mouth, freeing up her other hand to finish pulling her clothes off. Annie, watching the video, broke the rapt silence to make an breathless observation. "Geez! Look at that!" then, turning towards Leah, "you devil. You're completely shaved down there, aren't you?" Leah actually blushed, as Annie ran the recording back a bit, then forwarded it in slow motion, freezing a frame showing Leah's slick, smooth pussy, just before she kicked off her panties. "OMG!" Titillated giggles chimed for a bit, then silence descended once more as Annie hit 'play' again. As the scene began to pan right again, it paused for a moment on Mallory, who had taken Arthos in both hands, and, holding him tenderly, looked up innocently, almost beseechingly, into his eyes. The camera's eye returned to the stage to witness Krissy, peeling off her top and baring her breasts, crawl inexorably into the vee between Annie's legs and push her face into Annie's puffy and dripping vagina. While not fully visible, it was obvious that she started exercising full cunnilingus, without a moment's hesitation. Wrapping her arms around Annie's thighs, Krissy was almost manic as she dove into Annie's cream pie in a frenzy – her head whipping back and forth, side to side, slurping and moaning emanating loudly from between Annie's thighs. Amazingly, Krissy's exuberant head quickly elicited another orgasm for Annie. Annie began to virtually convulse, her shaking head complementing Krissy, as she reached down to hold Krissy's shoulders. Coming in slowly from off-camera, Grant moved, already naked and erect, to Annie's head, flopping back and forth over the edge of bed. His camera was not in evidence. Steadying her head with both hands softly cupping her cheeks, he presented his cock to her mouth. Annie's eyes flew wide open, but as soon as she comprehended the situation, she let go of Krissy, and reached over her head with both arms. Clutching his hips, she pulled one lazy draw, slurping him into her mouth with ease. Grant began to stroke in and out as Annie quickly got into the felatio. Her legs raised straight up, surrounding Leah's feasting face, as she luxuriated in the double stimulation. After a moment, the video shot began a slow pan left, again. Leah was now on her back, naked, her hands on Porthos' shoulders, and her legs raised vertically, shaking and shuddering, as she vociferously and actively fucked back at her dark partner. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oooooooh – aaahhhhhh!" her orgasm, one of how many, was evident in the quivering and quaking of her body, flashing light and dark under the relentless thrusting of Porthos, who was obviously approaching climax. Joss, beside them, had peeled open her top and now had Aramis' erection held firmly between her breasts. Eyes down, she watched as he continued to saw lazily in and out of the warm tunnel of her tits. Each time his cock pushed forward, Joss reached with her tongue to lick away the precum, glistening on his purple glans. With each withdrawal, the massive prick trembled. Aramis' control was monumental. As the screen view panned back to Mallory, her hands were jacking Arthos, as she plunged her mouth down onto him, taking maybe half of his length, pausing, then sucking, working her throat muscles, overcoming her gag-reflex and trying to push herself deeper onto him. The video image finally swung back to Krissy, and became the point-of-view of Simon's temptation. Looking down on Krissy, over her back, the video recorded the frenzied cunnilingus she was practising between Annie's up-raised and quivering legs. Annie continued her active felatio of Grant, slurping and puffing, moaning and whimpering. Grant augmented her movements with a subtle push and pull of his hips. The shuffling POV moved up to Krissy's proffered rear-end, and – here, the picture, starting to get a bit wobbly – showed Simon's hand flip up her skirt and tear at her panties. Without leaving Annie's squirming pussy, Krissy reached down to help remove them, wriggling, at the same time, out of her skirt. The scene on the TV rose slightly to catch Krissy moving her hands back up Annie's body to twiddle and flick Annie's nipples while she continued to 'eat at the Y.' After a moment of juddering and jerking, the screen showed the POV image of Simon's erection bumping Krissy's moist labia, before pushing steadily into her upturned pussy. As he began to thrust Krissy suddenly heaved back to completely engulf his rampant woodie. Suddenly the camera work became confused, jerky and random, before tumbling into black. — — — — — X — — — — — Silence fell over the room as the girls, each in their own way, evaluated and ordered their thoughts and recollections – clarified their memories. Annie didn't remember much of the transitions, only the highlights – the climaxes; the intensity of the peaks had sort of drowned out the in-betweens. In silent agreement, they were all astounded by the raw eroticism of it all. Still staring at the now blank screen – cheeks aglow, genitals tingling – they were, every one, speechless and awed. Gradually the cloak of silence became palpable, a heavy weight of – what? – anticipation? astonishment? – pressing down. "Not so fast," Joss whispered, shattering the hush, "There was more!" "Oh, yeah," Leah agreed, speaking little louder, as if some effort were required to rend the almost oppressive stillness that had congealed around them. "Much, much more!" "I guess the camera men got distracted!" Krissy chuckled wryly. "Oh – My – God," Mallory whispered hoarsely, eyes fixed on the still blank TV screen, watching, enthralled, as memories passed across her recall. "Who would have thought...?" Joss mused, "No one would ever believe it, just looking at us, eh?" She and Leah, warmed by memories of the activities that had gone on for another hour, took one another's hands, sharing a squeeze. Still gazing blankly straight ahead, Mallory was vibrating – virtually buzzing. Leah leaned across to take her hand and, with a calming touch, pulled her in. Krissy moved next to Annie, took her hand, and gently laid her head on Annie's shoulder. Warm thoughts of the magic of Kristin's tongue flashed across Annie's mind. A tingle in her pussy that she couldn't quite ignore slowly began to travel up her spine. Slowly – and tenderly – Annie's arm circled Krissy protectively. In response, Krissy nuzzled against the side of Annie's breast. Joss, Leah, and Mallory stared persistently at the blank screen, as if waiting for something else to magically happen. Leah muttered, still in awe, "Wow!" Giving her hand a squeeze before letting go, Leah tip-toed her fingers down and placed her hand on Joss's thigh. Joss put her arm about Leah's shoulder and pulled her in tight. "Fantastic!" she whispered, "Literally!" Leaning firmly against Leah from the other side, Mallory had let go of Leah's hand and was now idly caressing Leah's tits through her top, while subtly circling her own crotch with her other hand. Still gripped by the continuing black of the TV, she hissed, "Unbelievable! Un-fucking-believable!" As Annie abruptly pulled Krissy tighter, Krissy' left hand pushed under Annie's blouse to cup her right boob. After giving it a light squeeze, Krissy began to ever-so-tenderly caress her friend's warm, soft breast. Then, with her signature vivacity, out of the blue, Leah chirped, "How about checking out the digital out-take album?" Unexpectedly exhausted, Joss replied, "Let's leave that for another day." Finally looking away from the blank screen, around at her companions, Mallory said, in wonder, "It's so hard to believe that that was really us." Ignoring the others, and their conversation, Krissy's right hand fumbled briefly with Annie's buttons, then pulled the blouse open. Resting her cheek on Annie's gently rising, somewhat swollen bosom, Krissy flipped Annie's left boob free of her bra, and rooted with her tongue and lips, before latching onto the nipple. Accepting it as the most natural thing in the world, Annie closed her eyes and sighed as she gave her dear friend's shoulder a delicate squeeze of encouragement. At Annie's sigh of contentment, the other three looked over and, with a surprising lack of surprise – that, in itself, surprised them – took in the latest development as nothing more than the expected. Feeling their interest, Annie opened her languid eyes to meet their curious gazes, and letting out a heartfelt contented sigh, expressed everyones final sentiments, in a long, drawn out, "Oh yeah!"