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Buttons

By: Pirette



Lynn walked into the dark club where I was waiting, legs crossed, slipping my pumps on and off my heel as I do when I'm displeased. As happy as I was to see her, she was 15 minutes late, and I was annoyed. I watched her as she walked in looking from booth to booth as her eyes adjusted to the light, the worry plain on her face.

She wore a strapless dress that buttoned from bodice to hem, which ended a good 4" above her knees. The dark green fabric hugged her slight form, but the flowing skirt was full, and swished as she walked, and would stand out, if she was spun on the dance floor. With the breeze outside today, she must have had a hard time walking from her car to the door. 

I quickly texted her "go directly to the dance floor, face the DJ, start dancing, and do not turn around!" I watched from the shadows as she did so. I let her dance alone for a while then slid up behind her and nibbled her ear as I slipped in behind her. Although it was early, we weren't the only couple on the dance floor. And even though it was starting to fill, we were the only couple where both were female. This drew no small amount of attention, as this club was more known as a 'hetero' dance club. 

I wrapped my arms around her, matching her grinding to the bluesy jazz. I started running my hands over her body as we swayed to the music. I started at her waist, then moved up her sides, lingering on the sides of her small breasts, then back down, resting on her hips and pulling her back into me as we danced.

After some time, I whispered into her ear, "You were late, again, Lynn. I told you that there would be consequences if you wasted my time like that again, didn't I?"

She nodded, in that cute way she has, and I knew she had sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and was holding it there. I even felt a little... shudder, as we danced.

I asked her if she knew how late she was, she said, "Fifteen minutes?"

I nodded, my mouth still next to her ear, "That's correct. You're getting better, but nowhere near 'good' yet."

I slid my hands up her slight form, over her pert little breasts, cupping each, feeling her nipples hardening against the fabric, I hoped that she had remembered to wear ONLY her dress tonight. I really didn't want to have to punish her for making this mistake again, too. I moved to her top button, and with a quick movement, unbuttoned it. I thought she'd shriek, but she continued dancing as if nothing was different; only a slight tremor told me that she noticed.

I turned her to me for a moment, still swaying, and did a quick count, kissed her and turned her back to face the 'front'. Her bright red hair flipped up into my face as she turned. I didn't mind, even a little bit.

"I just counted, and you have 15 more buttons. And you were 15 minutes late. As this evening progresses, you will not grab this dress. You will not use arms or hands to hold it or adjust it in any way. Is that clear?" 

Lynn just gave a little nod, knowing that her freckled body would be on display eventually. This time the shudder was pronounced. She almost pulled away from me, then sagged back into me, knowing what was coming, just not exactly when. 

I was sure she'd bite through that lip when I grabbed both sides of her top, pulling it apart. Three buttons hit the floor, skittering under the DJ booth, likely lost forever. This pulled the thin dress apart, her nipples nearly peeking out from the sides of the lengthening "V" in the front of her dress.

We just danced for a time, as the dance floor kept filling with more and more couples. I turned her to me, my hands slipping under the loose skirt and cupping the sweet little ass-cheeks beneath it. She was, as I suspected, totally naked under the dress. She had not even worn one of her tiny little thongs. I wondered if she knew this punishment was what I had in mind.

I moved My hands between us, and as she put her arms around my neck, we kissed again. I reached down between us and tore off three more buttons, this time from the bottom of her skirt, unsure if this would expose more than her upper thighs or not, smiling as I felt the hiss in the midst of our kissing.

She pressed herself to me as we kissed and danced, no doubt hoping to keep her predicament a secret to the couples that now had filled the dance floor. The motion only served to push her shaved sex against my waiting fingers. I extended one finger and slid it in. She jumped, but didn't break the kiss, she was very wet! I pulled it out, and after breaking our kiss, made a show of licking it off.

After turning her around, she reached back, putting her arms back around My neck, pulling her dress up just enough to show her slit to anyone that was looking. Lucky for her, there were enough people closing in on us, that nobody could really see.

I slipped a hand into her top, as we danced, palming her hard nipple as I cupped her breast, and kissed her cheek. As I did that, I popped another button from her dress, making it much easier to move my hand inside the top of her dress. Her other breast came partially into view, not unnoticed by a few of the dancers around us, some eyes going wide, others narrowing in disgust at the slutty display.

Lynn kept her hands clasped behind my neck, wisely not trying to cover herself. I winked at those that were watching, and popped yet another button off the dress, and one of the guys dancing, actually caught it. He tried to give it back to her, and she just shook her head, no. He beamed a wide smile, and slipped it into his pocket as a souvenir. He nudged his buddy who also turned to look, but his date was one that had the disgusted look, and turned him back, so he only got a quick glimpse.

Lynn is shorter than Me, even in her heels and Me in flats. She had dance on her toes, and really bend back to keep her hands clasped behind my neck. This served to accentuate her chest as it was thrust out. Thanks to this pose, and the growing number of missing buttons, she would be effectively topless in a couple more buttons. Popping off two more left her dress open to her navel. Only five more buttons kept her dress together at all, and they were the ones between the top of her pussy, and the bottom of her now easily visible breasts.

A bubble of space opened around us on the dance floor. There was no more hiding in the crowd for Lynn, her bare breasts and hard nipples. It became pretty evident that her pussy wasn't covered too. The gap in the bottom of her dress, while not as pronounced, had a similar effect on her modesty. Lynn's 'private parts' were not not very private any longer.

I whispered into her ear, "They're all looking at your body, hoping to see even more. Fear not, you will not disappoint them, dear, but they will have to wait a little bit."

With that, I led Lynn off the dance floor and up to the bar. Two bar stools magically vacated and we sat down but Lynn had no chance of sitting with the least bit of modestly. The buttons were gone below her waist, and the skirt simply fell to the sides of her legs as she sat, but at least the top of her dress seemed to close over her nipples a little.

I ordered two ginger ales, and told her, "No added courage for you tonight, my dear, I want girl to remember this very clearly."

I picked up my drink and sipped it. Lynn reached for the other, and I slapped her hand away saying "That's mine!", and I plucked yet another button from her dress, leaving her four.

She told me, "I'm getting very thirsty, but I didn't bring my wallet in."

I replied, "Either go back to the car and get some money, and with four buttons and that breeze, that would be a nice show. Or, I bet you can convince the bartender to give you a glass of ice water, somehow!"

She leaned over the bar, letting the bartender see her naked breasts, and asked for a glass of ice water. After several moments of his leering, he smiled and gave her a drink.

The next set of music was a little faster, we made our way back to the dance floor, both of her hands behind her, in my hands, I noticed a few grabs and gropes as we moved through the crowd, when we got to the dance floor, Lynn had only three buttons. Somebody had gotten that fourth button! I was, at the same time, amused and annoyed, but with no likely suspects, or perhaps no unlikely ones, we proceeded to dance. Lynn's skirt and hair trailed behind her as I spun her, she showed everyone that she had nothing on save what was left of her dress and her shoes.

While I knew Lynn was showing everyone her formerly 'private parts', she and I knew that her punishment wasn't complete just yet. I plucked another button, lessening her remaining total by one-third, leaving her but two. 

A slower song came on, and I pulled her to, me, her face to mine, and kissed her. "In a very short time you are going to be naked in this club, everyone, will see that your pussy is shaved, that you are freckled from head to foot, and that you're VERY aroused."

She bit that bottom lip and nodded, blushing, so cutely. I love it when she blushes!

I plucked a button, leaving only one, the one just below her breasts and turned her around, leaning her back into me and we ground some more, everyone was looking, now, but not really staring, everyone having seen pretty much everything Lynn had to offer. To make sure, I peeled the sides of the dress apart, and rested my hands on her hips as I ground my own pubic bone into her ass, then I upped the ante.

"Lynn, tear the last button off your dress, and do it now.", I said levelly.

She actually stopped dancing, not believing, not wanting to believe that I wanted her to finish the job! I whispered into her ear quietly but forcefully, "Now!"

As she reached for the button, I stepped back. She tore the last button holding up the strapless dress, and I smiled, watching it fall to the floor. Lynn was nude, totally naked, and from the sudden silence, everyone knew it. I kicked her dress to the side, so we didn't trip on it, took her in my arms and continued to dance.

A faster set came on again; you'd think the DJ had been watching, and didn't even let Lynn hide partially against me. He was gonna get a good tip! We danced for three or four more songs and I decided it was time to sit. When I looked to pick up her dress it was gone. She froze in place, her mouth wide open, as she noticed that fact, as well. With nothing else to do, we went back to the bar. The same two stools opened up and she sat down naked, next to me. 

Lynn tried to cross her legs again, but I kept one of my pumps in the way so that she couldn't cross them, or even turn her back to the crowd that was now surrounding us. Lynn was on display. The bartender fielded several offers to buy us drinks, but I politely refused all but the water and ginger ale, like we had before.

I was using Lynn to tease everyone in sight. And after about half an hour of ogling and some offers, many quite explicit, and frankly tempting, I nodded to the bartender who handed me her dress. I was keeping Lynn for myself tonight! I handed it to her and told her to wrap it around herself, once she had done that, I buttoned the top button. It held the dress on her, but didn't really hide anything. As she walked with me, out of the club, the dress billowed behind her, everyone watching her bare but as we left.

Much to the disappointment of everyone at the bar, we left. We both walked to her car, as I had taken a taxi to get to the club. I slipped into the passenger seat, and Lynn into the driver's seat. "Let's go home, I'm probably wetter than you are, if you can believe that!"

Lynn nodded, and started the car. As she backed out of the parking spot I reached over and tore off the last button. Her dress fell open, more like a towel on the seat than like a dress now. She looked at me, her mouth opening then closing with a snap. I turned forward and said, "I'm hungry, let's hit the drive-thru on the way home."

Lynn groaned, and blushed, but knew she had absolutely no alternative...

Buttons and Beaus



I knew that her nipples would look like buttons even before I saw them. She always wore a bra but most of the time the outline showed through. The first time I saw her completely naked we were at a summer bungalow colony for a week. We had been swimming at the lake and my mother and father had gone back to shower before me. When I approached the shower stall that was just inside the rear entrance I didn’t hear the water running so I took off my suit and threw the curtain aside. My mother yelled “Hey” but not before we both had an eyeful. I stood there jacklighted until she said in exasperation, “BEAU…get lost.” I always hated that name. My father is also Beau, so I was Beau Jr. or sometimes B.J.; I hated that even more.

My mother Aileen is almost an Amazon. Only three inches shorter than me at 5’11, she was always athletic and supple. Her body was…well it seemed so perfectly proportioned that nothing called attention to itself. Her legs were long, her breasts were full and her ass was nicely rounded but you only noticed them if you thought about it afterwards. I was eighteen, full of hormones and inclinations and I thought about it…for the next two days whatever she wore, I saw her naked. Of course she had seen me naked too. That it mattered would have surprised me then. 

That was to be our last vacation together before I went to apprentice for my uncle Mike in the Bermuda. He was building condos there and I was going to learn to be part of his business. My sister Grace, who is two years older than I am, didn’t join us; that wasn’t surprising. She and mom had been going at it for as long as I could remember. They were as different as two people could be. The short version is that mom was hard, cold, calculating and selfish; Grace wasn’t. 

Grace might have been sweet to me but that doesn’t mean she didn’t give my mother a run for money when we were kids; she never missed an opportunity to contradict, disobey and otherwise vex my mother. But mom was in charge…dad was along for the ride. 

I understood all this later on. Grace and I were always close and I used to ask her all the time why she gave mom such a hard time and her answers always were something like, “You just don’t know her; you follow her around like a puppy waiting to be kicked, I’m not going to let her use me anymore…I went through it…one day you’ll understand.” One day I did. 

During the vacation, my father had to go back to the city. He said that he had received a call from his boss that all hell was breaking loose at his company. You probably think this is where something sexual happens between my mother and me. In this case you would be right.

Before my mother, I had only one woman but she was worth the experience of a dozen girls. She was a thirty-year-old waitress that worked at a diner a few blocks from school. I got to know her very well…almost every afternoon (and sometimes night) for ten months. You can learn a lot in ten months. But I still wasn’t prepared for mom.

It was the first evening after my father left and we were sitting by the fire with the lights out. Mom challenged me to an arm wrestle. She always did things like that to show how strong she was - and she was. Even if I would beat her at something ten times in a row she would just keep coming. She would make me do it until she would wear me down and start winning.

After playing around a while she said, “I have an idea. Did you ever see the movie Women in Love?” I said I didn’t think so and she said, “Okay it doesn’t matter…we’re going to really wrestle…” She started unbuttoning her shirt and said…take off your shirt and pants.” She stood in her bra and panties, with her hands on her hips and when I just stood there she said, “Come on…don’t tell me you’re shy…we’ve seen each other in a lot less than this.”

I stripped to my briefs and felt awkward but I still joked to her, “Maybe we should be in thongs for this.” Without a word she went to into the bedroom and came out in a thong that was the mate to her bra. Her ass looked amazing.

“Well…where’s yours?” she asked.

“I laughed, embarrassed, “You won’t catch me in one of those things.”

She said, “That’s too bad; I think your butt would look very cute in one.”

Her body was glowing with the oranges and yellows from the flames and the lights bounced off her angles and curves. We started and there was more laughing and teasing and tickling than wrestling going on. Finally when she had exhausted me, she was on top and had me pinned. She got a serious look on her face and began rubbing her pubes against the bulge in my briefs.

I was shocked and all I could say was, “Mom what…?”

She kept rubbing and said, “It’s fine…just relax…we’re going to see what you have little man.” She kissed me and then got off. I thought it was over and I started getting up. She forcefully pushed me back and said, “Just stay put now or I’ll have to punish you.” I obeyed as I usually did.

She pulled off my briefs and took me in hand. As she slowly rubbed me into a fierce erection I said, “Mom, what about dad…what if…”

She gave a little dismissive laugh through her nose and said, “Why do you think I sent him away? Don’t worry he’s a big boy…he knows the score.”

She took her thong off and straddled me. She put my cock into her pussy. She rode me and said, “Don’t you come until I tell you…if you think you’re going to, tell me.” She rode me slow as if assessing my cock and what it did for her. I reached for her tits and wanted to pull the bra down so I could see and touch them as she moved up and down on me. She slapped my hand and said, “Don’t distract me.” 

She stayed impaled and soon I felt the cum rising in me. I only said “Mom…” and she was off me. She watched my cock and when I didn’t come she smiled.

“Good boy” she said. “You did well for the first time.”

She gave me a minute and then re-mounted the still stiff rod. I told her that it wasn’t my first time and she laughed and said, “First time with me little man…that’s all that counts.” She moved herself on me leaning in different directions so that the angle of my cock changed inside her. I started getting crazy not being able to move freely and I tried to turn her over so I could have her. She wouldn’t let me. What she said was, “Hang on…I’ll let you come soon.”

After getting off me and getting back on one more time, my mother started rubbing her clit and bouncing hard. I could see that she was about to come and I wanted to also but when she kept repeating, “Don’t come…don’t you come you bastard…” she actually kept me from coming. Why did she call me a bastard when I loved her…or so I thought?

When she finished she got off me and said, “Okay little Beau, you can come now.”

I looked at her uncomprehendingly. I said, “Can I be inside you?” She looked at me as if I were insane.

She said, “You come…I’ll watch.” I was …everything… including confused, frustrated, angry, and horny. And I needed to come. I stroked my self as my mother watched and just went at it non-stop until the first stream let fly. My eyes were closed so I couldn’t see where it went but I heard my mother say, “Whoa, that was impressive.” Then unexpectedly I felt her hand over mine and she jerked me until I had nothing left to release. I didn’t know what the hell to think after it was all over.

The next day mom acted as if nothing had happened. When I got hot looking at her doing the morning dishes I went over to her and kissed her neck, wrapping my arms around her breasts. She turned her neck and with a little shove and a quizzical look said the most devastating thing I had ever heard, “Beau, don’t be silly.”

When we got home I went to Grace’s thinking I just wanted to be near the person that always looked out for me but later I realized I wanted to tell her. Throughout our childhood, Grace was always the one who fussed over me. Where my mother would say “Oh Beau stop it.” Grace would say, “Honey, everything is going to be okay, or Beau take a sweater it’s cold…sweetheart please be careful.” In other words, Grace was the one who ‘mothered’ me.

Grace asked me how things went at the bungalow. It took me a while but I finally told her most of what happened. I guess I was focused on her once more; I wanted things from my mother that she just wouldn’t give. Those things really had nothing to do with sex.

Grace got angry and I could see tears well as her fury took hold. “That bitch…that slut…now she does it to you. Listen to me Beau, don’t waste another minute feeling bad over her. She’s heartless; don’t you see? She’ll never do anything good for you…or give you…believe me I know. I tried to love her and no matter what I did for her…she…she…screw her, we don’t need that pain…honey I’m telling you...we don’t need her. 

Grace came over and held me and we both felt better. She often hugged me and I felt the comforting soft full breasts in my chest again. She said, “I’ve always loved you sweet Beau…just love me…you don’t need her…I promise. You’re the only one that cares about me…”

I said, “That’s not true; you have lot’s of people…so many boys like you and…”

“Oh sure” she said. “They like my tits…they all like my tits…that’s all.”

I tried to lighten things up and pulled back from our embrace and said, “Well they are nice tits…I do have to say that.”

She laughed and slapped my chest saying, “You…” She then went back to arms and kissed me on the lips. She said, “Beau stay here tonight. Lets talk late like we used to and we’ll get some pizza and stay up all night and…”

Her eyes were bright with excitement and I said, “Sure Gracie, sure.” I gave her back her kiss.

We ordered the food and we sat on the living room floor like we used to with our backs against the sofa. She put her arm around my shoulder and said, “Do you think you’ll be happy in Bermuda baby brother? You know I’m going to miss you don’t you?”

I said, “We can talk and e-mail and it’s not a long flight from Charleston…” Before I finished the sentence, Grace was kissing me, a hungry kiss full of passion. I welcomed her tongue into my mouth and for the second time that night, I gave my sister back her kiss. But that one was a far cry from the first.

We made out for a long time and her arms stayed around my neck. I lifted her tee shirt and unhooked her bra. I took one of the big breasts in my hand and thought ‘no wonder all the boys liked them’. They were much bigger and softer than my mother’s but the button nipples were the same. As my fingers circled the rising tips the bell rang. Grace pulled her shirt down and I paid for the pizza. 

When I came back she was standing. I figured that the spell had been broken and probably one of would soon apologize. Instead Grace took the tee completely off and dropped her bra on the floor. She took my hand and said, “Come on honey.”

We went to her bedroom and she resumed the long kiss that had been interrupted. This time she put her hand over my cock and gently massaged. I put my hand between her legs and did the same for her. We undressed each other without words and stood in naked admiration. I said, “Grace you are beautiful.”

She went into the game most siblings probably play in one form or another, “No Beau you’re beautiful.” We laughed and did that back and forth about ten times until she came back into my arms and kissed me seriously again saying…love me Beau…love me…”

I made love that night for the first time in my life. Up until then I didn’t know there was a difference. My entry into my sister was sweet and velvety and wet. She wrapped her legs around me. She wrapped her arms around me. I felt safe; I felt loved. We moved together as if we had been lovers for a lifetime and indeed we had. There weren’t many words besides our names that passed between us. I know that with every insertion into my sweet sister’s pussy, and with every utterance of “Gracie”, I was saying, “I love you.”

I reached back to feel and stroke the smooth globes of my sister’s ass. The skin was satiny as her breasts. That first time was quick for both of us. The climb was vertical and steep. Before we went over Grace locked her mouth onto mine and didn’t stop the kiss until we came. She made crying noises that were muffled and I probably moaned a lot too but I got ‘lost’ as I came in her. As we held each other she said, “I’ve been waiting to be loved like that my whole life…and I’ve been waiting to come like that my whole life.”

I said, “No, I’ve been…” She laughed.

Later when we started making love again I asked Gracie to come with me to Bermuda. I said, “You can get a job and we’ll get a place together. Uncle Mike’s going to leave in three months and then we’ll have the whole island to ourselves…nobody knows us…we’ll be together…you and me Gracie…just you and me Gracie…” I felt like I was asking my sister to marry me. She accepted my proposal.

I was so happy that I wanted to make her feel as good as she had made me feel. I went between her legs and took my sister’s pussy into my mouth. I licked the lips and traced the opening with my tongue. When I released her I went to the swollen clit. She thrashed on the bed and said, “Oh God beau…God.” I circled and teased the nub for a while and then Grace turned herself on the bed so she could suck me too. 

Grace ended up straddled over me with my cock in her mouth and her pussy in my face. We stayed like that until her creamy juices were all over my lips and chin. She was a bit lost between her inexperience and focusing on the pleasure she felt in her pussy but it was wonderful anyway; wonderful to be loved in my sister’s mouth. She stopped and said, “Beau…am I doing it alright…I want to be good for you…is it?”

I said, “Gracie honey…just feeling you loving me makes it all great…just do what feels good to you…we’re going to have lots of time to practice.”

She said, “Yes darling…we are.” She let her concerns go and her mouth and tongue went into a frenzied sucking. I licked and pressed her clit hoping to make her cum as I did. As it turned out she came first and because she was saying, “Beau…yes…I’m coming baby…I’m coming”, she took me out of her mouth. When she finished she almost swallowed me in an effort to make me come. It didn’t take long but the actual ejaculation seemed to go on forever. I poured into my sister’s mouth and most of it surprisingly didn’t end up on the bed. She was still sucking and swallowing when there was only her own saliva left on my dick. 

Gracie and I did end up staying all night, almost equally from excitement about planning to go to Bermuda together and excitement about making love again. She told me things about my parents that I never knew, like mom bringing home other men and other women and my father sometimes being asked to join and sometimes not.

She started telling me about how mom came on to her but I could see that it was causing anxiety and I said, “Honey, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because we’re just going to love each other and the rest of the world can like it or not. They can take their crystallized knot of fear and call it what they want to. We’re going to cut the knot and be free…aren’t we Gracie?”

“Yes honey…we’re going to be free.” She gave me the tenderest kiss and my mouth filled with her soft pink tongue. The next day we made our plans. When I told my mother and father, my mom gave me a funny look and just shrugged. 

My father took me aside and in one of the few ‘father-son’ moments we ever had he said with a conspiratorial smile, “You’ll probably take good care of those girls on that Island but don’t let them snare you.” He winked and said, “Your mom tells me you’re well equipped for the job.” He went on a bit and I wanted to punch him in his face. I didn’t even answer because I knew that Gracie and I would be gone in two days. 

The flight over was so exhilarating to both of us; we smiled at each other between little kisses the whole way over. In other times we might have joined the ‘mile high’ club but between security and everyone watching everyone else we were satisfied just to talk about sharing our lives together. We made up for it at the Reefs Hotel where we stayed for the night until we could move into our rental apartment. 

In the excitement and unease of being in a new country to start a new life we turned to each other…and turned each other on. By then we knew enough not to order pizza before we had enough of each other. We never did get to that point that night.

Gracie told me how much she loved me and I took my sister in my arms inhaling the fragrance of her soft skin. She smelled like love. We were grimy from the trip and got into the shower together. I drank the water off her slippery lips and the large shiny breasts I could fondle all day. 

My sister’s hand made me hard and then she lifted her leg to my waist. I held her leg up to give me continued access to her pussy. She tried to get me inside her and finally did when I bent my legs and then rose pushing the aching head into her opening. She stood against the white tile and the pinks of her lips and nipples were evident. I lifted into my sister’s pussy as warm water beat on my back. With each stroke a relieved “Ahhh…” left her lips.

I came out of her and turned her around. I looked at the perfect ass that jutted toward my cock as she flexed at waist. I put my finger on the pinkish pucker and inserted my finger. Grace made the same sounds as if my cock were in her. She was tight on my finger and I resisted my urge to put myself up into her ass. Without lubrication I knew it would be painful for Gracie and I wasn’t willing to take that chance. I also knew that one day my cock would be filling that tight channel.

I was more than happy to return my cock into her pussy. As she took all of me up into her, I pressed myself against the globes of soft meat. It felt like I reached the end of her and Gracie said, “Sweet Beau…you’re so deep in me this way…I can feel you filling me…darling…darling…you do love me don’t you?”

As our rhythm took us both closer to orgasm I told her, “I’m going to love you forever Gracie…forever…forever…” Each word took me in and out of my sister’s pussy until I couldn’t keep up with the pumping. Her “Ahhhs…” turned to “Ohhhs” and I took her breasts in both hands and started to fill her. Her orgasm hit as she pushed her ass back into me and started grinding taking the last drops of cum into her. I was hard until she finished and felt hard even after coming out of her.

I closed the water and Grace turned around laughing as she slumped down into the tub. “Oh baby brother…that was good.” She brought her mouth to my cock and sucked off the little of our mixed juices that remained. She closed her eyes and put her face on my thigh and said, “Your Gracie loves you.” She spent the first night of our new life showing me how much.

Plato said that everything in this world is an imperfect example of the ideal that exists ‘out there’ somewhere. I have to disagree. Being with Grace that night was perfect. Being in love with her and being inside of her was perfect. 

I don’t hear from my mother much these days but I don’t care. With my sister I’ve found love that’s real; I know I’m way ahead of the game.



Buttons Ch. 02



Matt and Andy hated working Friday nights. The rush was over, it was a couple hours until closing, and they were the last two working in the small burger restaurant. Nothing fun ever happens late on a Friday night, not in Big Bun Burger. 

Elsewhere... Lynn started the car. As she backed out of the club's parking lot she thought about the consequences of being late in meeting her friend, and then losing all but one of the buttons on her strapless little dress in the club. Her face went red as she remembered how much she showed everyone... everything. She was going to have to start calling them her 'publics' instead of her 'privates' soon. 

I smirked, easily reading her thoughts on her face. And while she was lost in those thoughts, I reached over and tore off her last button. Her dress fell open, more like a towel on the seat than like a dress now. She looked at me, eyes wide, her mouth opening then closing with a snap. I turned forward and said, "I'm hungry, let's hit the drive-thru on the way home." Lynn groaned, and blushed even more, but she knew the rules. She had absolutely no alternative but to obey and steered the car out onto the street. "Truth be told, I'm a bit on the hungry side too,” she sighed in a small voice. 

As we drove through town to find a fast food restaurant, I watched Lynn cringe with each street light. It seemed like she was sure that someone saw her nudity at each light. The sidewalks were empty, but that didn't seem to matter. As she drove, she looked around nervously, almost like a prairie dog sensing danger. She groaned out loud as the traffic light turned red ahead of us, and she stopped, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the steering wheel as she stared at the red light. An SUV pulled up next to us. It was full of girls, at least six of them, all the cheerleader type. 

"Must be coming home from a game," I said. She just groaned and stared at the light. 

One of the girls looked over and yelled something. The rest looked and not only did they see Lynn's naked body, but they all hooted, hollered, and honked the horn, trying to get her attention. I told her to smile and wave as the light changed, and they spun their tires laughing as they pulled out. The police car that none of us had seen pull up behind us, we were distracted after all, quickly swung out and around our car, and promptly pulled the truck over. Fortunately the officer hadn't looked over at us, especially at the very naked Lynn, as he concentrated on the SUV. 

We drove past the stopped cars and quickly turned onto the next road, and again at the one after that, finally pulling into the parking lot of a burger joint. The girls were no doubt trying to explain to the cop why they were so rowdy and maybe get him to chase us instead of write them a ticket. I giggled at that thought and had her pull up to the drive-thru. 

There was a hand lettered sign taped over the speaker. It said, "Intercom Out Of Order, Please Come Inside". Lynn's face went white. I could see she was working out the possibilities involved. I told her to park, and that she could hold her dress closed if she wanted, and in we went. The two guys working in the Big Bun Burger restaurant looked bored until they glanced at us, well at Lynn anyway. Then both darted to the front, seeing the petite redhead trying, with varying degrees of success, to keep her dress around her. 

Matt happily took our orders. Andy just stood there grinning. I only had to repeat myself twice--they seemed distracted--and I went to sit down, giggling as I told Lynn to wait at the counter and bring the food when it was ready. Lynn looked at the stack of trays and the front of her ruined dress and groaned as she realized that her hands would be full when she picked up our food, both Matt and Andy would be standing just behind the counter and would be watching her dress fall and getting a full view of her naked body. 

Soon the order was ready and Matt waited until Andy came around to the front. He was tall and held the tray just a little high, forcing Lynn to reach up to take it. She groaned and let her dress fall to the floor, taking the heavy tray with both hands. As she too quickly turned away, her feet tangled in the wad of dress at her feet and she stumbled, both large sodas falling to the floor landing dead center on the discarded dress! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Instead I gave the terrified Lynn a stern look and turned back to the table. 

The boys giggled and said they'd give us free refills, and that Lynn should go sit down. Neither of them moved their eyes from her little freckled ass as she untangled her feet and walked more carefully to the table and set the tray down. She walked back for the refills, but the boys said they'd be happy to bring them to the table. Of course they waited until she got to the counter to say that, and were obviously enjoying themselves as they watched her walk back to the table, bending to pick up the soggy dress on the way. Matt gaped while Andy quickly told Lynn to leave the dress there and both watched her stand back up and walk to the table. I was pleased. Lynn remembered to walk slowly and proudly giving both the boys an eyeful. Lynn settled down onto the hard plastic seat, wearing nothing but her shoes and a blush. The boys finally blinked and went back to work. 

They brought the refills, and held up a towel, offering to wipe the soda off Lynn. They seemed to sense our dynamic and pointedly didn't ask her. They asked me. The mess was just on her feet, so I told her to sit on the edge of her chair and give them her legs. I told the boys that it all stops if they touch her above the knees. They nodded, grinned and she blushed. I told her "Be nice and spread your legs so the nice boys don't bump heads while they help you, sweetie." They grinned even more and started to wipe down her lower legs and feet. 

Neither Matt, nor Andy, really watched what they were doing. Instead each seemed interested in a VERY close up view of Lynn's pink pussy. I let them fondle and grope, I mean "dry", Lynn's legs for quite a while. The boys did a good job of spreading her knees even wider and keeping them apart as Lynn tried once to close her legs in shame. I raised an eyebrow at her and she decided to leave them open until I said they were done. 

After several minutes, I called an end to the show, and let Lynn sit a little more ladylike. Matt jumped up and picked up the soaked, sticky dress, and took it to the back, and Andy mopped up the mess on the floor. I finished my chicken sandwich and fries and Lynn finally got to eat while the boys cleaned up the mess. 

Matt came back with a wet, but much less sticky button-less dress, and stared at Lynn as he slowly draped it over the back of one of the booths. Andy finally finished the mopping, and they both sat down. I called out to the boys, "I'm sorry that Lynn didn't thank you for bringing the refills and for helping to clean her up. To pay you boys back, she is going to give each of you a hand job." 

Lynn's head spun so fast I thought she might break her neck as she turned to look at me. I smiled and nodded and she rolled her eyes in a silent whine, and turned back to the boys, who were unzipping their pants in unison. Just then the drive-thru bell dinged, they both cussed, hurrying back to the counter, zipping up as they went. 

The boys almost tripped over each other when they heard me send Lynn to help them, her dress still dripping by the booth. Looking at me over her shoulder, she followed Matt and Andy behind the counter to help out. 

Matt told Lynn that she could take the orders to the tables as they completed them. I saw the look of fear on her face as she realized she'd be out in the restaurant, waitressing naked. The look on her face said that she remembered that the intercom was broken. Whoever wanted a burger would be walking in shortly. 

A van pulled up to the door, and five strapping boys poured out, part of the local university rugby team, still in uniform. "That must be where the cheerleaders were coming from," I mused. Each one of them froze and took a long look at Lynn, and kept looking as stood in line waiting for their order to be taken. They looked with a hunger I'd seen many times, a different hunger than the one that brought them to the restaurant. They examined every inch of Lynn's pert breasts, her hard nipples, most even bent over the counter to peer down her front, finding her shaved pussy as uncovered as the rest of her. She stood on the balls of her feet, rocking back and forth nervously and making her breasts sway just a little, something I wonder if she was even conscious of doing. I smiled. This was working out fine. 

As each customer paid for his order, Matt, the cashier, asked him to sit down and that Lynn would be happy to deliver their orders as they were ready. Lynn blushed anew, but smiled shyly and nodded. 

The first order was ready. Lynn took the tray in both hands, exposing herself more completely but being more careful walking this time. She headed to the blond boy who raised his hand when she called out his order number. She had to navigate among the tables and booths to his table, and set the tray on the table before him. Everyone, including me, got a nice close look at her naked body as she twisted and turned through the chairs and the grinning boys. 

As she brought the next order out, she called the number "Fourteen?" 

The boy furthest from the counter, quickly raised his hand and waved. When she got there, he giggled and said sweetly but sarcastically,  "OOPS, I' was mistaken, you said fourteen, I have number twelve? I'm sooooo sorry." 

The team quickly picked up on the game, and made her walk back and forth with the orders, winding through to each table, brushing against the boys sitting back and crowding the aisles with each order she delivered. As the number of boys without food diminished so did her number of false trips. When the last order came out, she didn't even call the number, she just took it to the grinning guy staring at her swaying boobs and bald pussy. 

Once she was done, she smiled in relief and began to sit, obviously thinking the serving part was over. But before Lynn's naked butt could hit the chair she was called several times to refill barely touched sodas, to fetch ketchup and napkins and sporks and mustard and anything else the boys could think of. Each boy got many good looks at Lynn's naked body, as she walked between the tables and bent picking up 'accidentally' dropped ketchup packets. No doubt each had likely memorized each and every freckle on her body. Being that she was freckled from head to toe, that was a lot of memorizing! 

Once everyone was finished eating and Lynn had bussed every table to the grins and snickers of everyone there, it was time for us to go. I sent Lynn to tell Matt and Andy good night, and to give each one a good hug and kiss. Both Matt and Andy not only made the hugs and kisses last a lot longer than strictly necessary, they took liberties with Lynn's bare freckled bottom, groping and squeezing it. I allowed it since the poor boys missed out on the hand jobs. See? I'm nothing, if not fair. 

We walked to the car, Lynn again holding the wet dress around her. The breeze caused it to billow behind her, showing her... well... behind again. Her nipples got as hard as a rock from the wind chilled wet cloth. We got in the car and she pushed the cold wet dress open and started the motor. She asked if were were heading home, I smiled and said "Not yet, sweetheart. It's still early!" I told her to head to the Overlook Hotel, a nice hotel, downtown. Not for the first time tonight, Lynn shivered. And it wasn't from the cold. 

As we turned out onto the street I smiled to myself. I like it when Lynn is late.