27 comments/ 560153 views/ 44 favorites A Night at Debbie's House By: babylez Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without permission. ________ A note of personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B! ________ The actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story! ________ If you haven't already read the previous five installments of the Jordan series, I suggest you do so before reading this sixth chapter for purposes of continuity. ________ Just a final comment about the sex scenes. If you're searching for a story that's full of non-stop sexual activity on every page with very little plot and zero character development, this story may not be for you. This is a continuing erotic story about women loving and caring for women. The characters are portrayed in great detail and the story line – not the sex, is what it's really all about. If you still elect to proceed, I believe you will enjoy Jordan's continued exploits. Now, without further ado, on with the show! ________ I grabbed the Victoria's Secret bags from my trunk and by the time I turned towards the house I almost did a double take. About seventy five feet away from where I was now standing I saw Erika waiting to greet me in her doorway. That in and of itself was not terribly surprising, since it was her house, but to see her wearing nothing but a black mesh body suit and her seven inch black heels nearly gave me a heart attack. As I started to walk towards the door with my eyes fixated on the most perfect woman god had ever created, I knew I could not be any wetter down there if someone had just soaked me with a garden hose. I suddenly had a feeling that my time inside that impressive dwelling would become a defining moment in my life, as the very last thing I had on my mind before I kissed Erika was Debbie's face. When I stepped through the doorway into the house it was nothing like I had expected or even hoped for. I had choreographed this scene in my mind's eye at least a hundred times since Erika invited me to spend the night with her, but it just felt . . . it just felt somehow strangely different to me. The sense of total euphoria that I had expected to simply overwhelm me within a nanosecond after first seeing Erika just seemed to be missing, but even more confusing to me - I had no idea exactly what I was feeling. Okay, it wasn't at all what I had expected, but I wasn't exactly ready to push the proverbial panic button just yet. But I have to admit that I was combating cerebral overload right about now trying to fully understand exactly what was happening to me. With no answers readily apparent I finally decided to ignore my woman's intuition for the time and just wait and see what would happen as the evening continued to unfold. Erika shut the door behind me and I guess the sound startled me somewhat because I instinctively jumped. My reflexive movement did not escape her keen eye. At first she chuckled at me and then quickly apologized. Then she walked past me in that incredible catch-me, fuck-me strut of hers with her heels clicking loudly against the wooden floor. For the first time since I arrived I could see the bodysuit had an open crotch and I felt myself swallowing hard at my discovery. Erika seemed to be heading in the direction of the living room, smiling that incredibly sensual smile of hers as she passed me in the entryway bidding me to follow. Watching Erika now was almost like an out-of-body experience of sorts. Unless you were actually blessed to see such a vision up close, you could not possibly imagine how simply stunning she looked, as she towered over me by more than a foot wearing that incredible outfit. To me it seemed as if it was made with her in mind. I don't want you to think that this is a jealousy thing, but personally I believe that there should be some sort of law against anyone looking that incredible, especially when the person just happens to be an eighteen year old high school student. Alright, maybe it really is a jealousy thing, but at least I'm not from Wyoming and I don't need any counseling. Well, at least I'm not from Wyoming. Erika looked absolutely breathtaking in her body suit and the contrast of her long flowing platinum tresses feathered against the black outfit was simply spectacular. And if that alone wasn't sufficient to get my hormones in an uproar, the mesh body suit did very little to conceal her feminine assets. Erika's nipples were undeniably hard and they were prominently on display as they had worked their way through the holes of the mesh. And it seemed almost as if she were toying with me when one minute they were fully exposed, and the next she would toss her head about and then they would once again be hidden behind her gorgeous locks. As I followed Erika into the living room I knew my eyes were fixed on her perfect derriere and I suspect that she probably knew it too. At the same time something else became crystal clear to me. Of the many men and woman who seemed to lust after this beauty, I was keenly aware that very few would be privileged to be alone with her in the inner sanctum, as I now was. And suddenly that seemed to take on a different level of significance to me now that was somewhat unsettling. Anyway, when we walked into the living room I really tried my best not to look too intimidated. I think most of my parents' house could have easily fit in that room; in fact as I continued to look around I was fairly certain of it. I'll desperately try to do the room justice. We entered through a double set of wooden pocket doors that were stained in a light wood stain and both doors were currently fully opened. The walls were painted in a soft cream color and the entire floor was done in white speckled marble tiles. A massive dark green carpet was centered perfectly in the room covering about two-thirds of the total floor space, leaving a white tile border about six feet wide forming the outer perimeter of the room. On the long wall to my left, the wall that backed up to the front of the house, a massive stone fireplace with a long wooden mantle was located at the center. There were four large intricately detailed models of the old clipper ships of the eighteenth century on the mantle spaced equidistant apart. There were two large double windows located on each side of the fireplace. Wooden shutters were the only window treatments used on these windows and the shutters were left open at about ninety degrees, allowing the remaining early evening sunlight to fully invade the room. Adjacent to each window, moving away from the fireplace, was a built-in bookcase in the same light wood stain that appeared to be dominant throughout the house. The bookcases were easily eight feet high and looked to be about as wide. All the shelves were full of books and the wear that was evident on the spines indicated that these books were not there just for decoration. The wall directly opposite the door we just entered was perhaps the most interesting to me. At the center of that wall was a long wooden credenza, with a short wrought iron lamp at each end. Hanging directly above the credenza appeared to be a family crest with two swords lying across its face forming a design characteristic of the letter 'X.' The piece looked authentic and if I was to hazard a guess I'd say it must have easily been more than two hundred years old. But despite the obvious historical value of the family crest, that certainly wasn't the most interesting thing to me on that wall. There were also four framed photos mounted on the wall, two on each side of the coat of arms, and they appeared to be at least four feet in height and about three feet wide. They were clearly professional photographs that were taken during Erika's modeling career, but what made them particularly fascinating to me was that they each seemed to be from a different time in her life. The first photo on the far left captured her on a ski slope apparently modeling alpine sportswear or maybe it was even the skiing equipment. The shot did little to reveal the incredible body under all that winter gear, yet the same beautiful and captivating face was in the center of the print staring directly at you. I would have guessed the photo was about four years old, putting Erika's age at the time at about fourteen, yet there was little doubt in those eyes even then of the wonderful things that were to come. In the second photo it was more difficult to determine her age, but I would have guessed her to be about fourteen or possibly a year older. She was lying on her back across a flat expanse of rock at the edge of a very large body of water and she appeared to be looking straight up towards the heavens. The time of day was near sundown and the sky was a fiery orange with the water shimmering brightly under the fading light. Erika's tan was as dark as any I'd ever seen on anyone before and her hair was much longer than it is now and it fell straight down cascading over the rocks under her. Her head was positioned towards the left side of the photo and her legs were directly opposite pointing to the right side, with just her left knee elevated slightly. She was wearing a two piece bathing suit in a solid color that was nearly a match to the breath-taking orange sunset. Like the others, there were no graphics printed on the photo, so you weren't able to determine whether the photo was taken to advertise the bathing suit, the tan or perhaps even the location, but in any case it was stunning and I'm sure the client was extremely satisfied with the finished product. The third photo, which was the first one to the right side of the coat of arms, was a lingerie shoot with the tower of London in the distant background. Despite the women's attire I wouldn't necessarily describe the photo as racy or lewd, even though there was plenty of cleavage on display. Erika was in the photo with two other beautiful women of about the same age or perhaps just slightly older, but the similarities seemed to stop there. One of the models, a long dark haired beauty on the left side of the photo, was much shorter than the other two and more on the thin or perhaps even anorexic side. She was wearing a black matching bra and thong outfit with a matching robe that was held open. She was gorgeous, but with the dark lingerie and the dark make-up and lipstick I think she appeared a little too Goth looking for my personal taste. After all, you know us Texas girls are a bit on the conservative side. The second girl on the right side of the photo was nearly as tall as Erika. She was a gorgeous redhead who was wearing a red satin chemise with white thigh highs. Her hair was very thick and slightly curled falling to about her shoulders and she had those soft freckles on her face and arms that always seem to look so sexy on redheads. Her lips were very full and, along with her finger nails and toe nails, were a deep shade of red, serving as a fitting complement to both the color of her lingerie and her beautiful hair. I'm sure that I'm extremely biased, but to me it seemed that Erika was the most prominent model in that photo and I suspect the photographer thought so as well, since she was given the coveted center position. Her makeup was perfectly done and all of the colors perfectly accentuated her beautiful face, eyes and skin tone. She was wearing a light blue satin and lace corset with a matching g-string and a short mesh robe that remained open. I suspect the color was selected especially for her, since it was a near perfect match to the light blue color of her eyes. The corset had adjustable garters attached to white stockings, which had the effect of making Erika's beautiful legs appear to be even longer than usual, as if that were even possible. All three girls were in bare or stocking feet, but I thought the photo looked incredibly sexy without appearing overly revealing. Erika looked a bit older than she did in the first two photos and I would have guessed her age to be either sixteen or perhaps maybe even a very young seventeen. The last print served as a potent reminder of Erika's growing or maturing sexual aura and it seemed to more closely resemble the girl that was in the room with me now than the girl in any of the three previous photos. She was wearing an extremely skimpy black thong bikini that barely contained enough material to adequately cover a female less than half her size. She was lying across the hood of what appeared to be an extremely expensive red European sports car, leaning her head on her right hand that was propped up on her elbow. A fan must have been pointed directly at her, because her hair was blowing slightly off of her shoulders. She was wearing black four inch stilettos with no platform soles. With a substantial portion of her breasts visibly pouring out around the outside of her top the photo was a real eye grabber and I had to believe that if it was ever mass-produced and sold in the United States it would wind up gracing the walls of dormitory rooms on every college campus. A large plasma television screen that looked wider than I was tall was affixed to the center of the wall on the right side of the room, with a rather impressive looking sound system situated on both sides of the screen. With the exception of computers, electronic components are usually pretty alien to me, so I had no real idea what I was actually looking at, but it certainly looked impressive and I was sure that it would cost more than a brand new teacher would make in a month. Make that three months. The room seemed to be divided into two separate living areas. On the right side of the room, three long medium brown leather overstuffed sofas were arranged like three sides of a square facing the television screen. A small coffee table was positioned in front of each sofa and there was an end table flanking each side of the middle sofa. On top of each end table was a crystal and brass lamp not more than twenty-four inches tall, topped off by a lampshade that appeared to closely match the cream color on the walls. On the left side of the room was a large tan floral print overstuffed sofa that was positioned about ten or so feet from the fireplace, so that anyone sitting on the sofa would be directly facing the fireplace. To each side of the sofa there was a wingback chair positioned so that they were facing each other. The chairs were in a solid green color that appeared to match the carpet. A long, narrow glass and brass coffee table was centered between the three pieces. Erika walked over to the sofa by the fireplace and sat down and watched me as I stood in the room about ten feet from the door and just looked around. I walked closer to the far wall so that I could get a better view of the four photographs. I started my tour on the far left. I stared at each photo for a couple of minutes taking it all in before slowly moving on to the next one. It was simply fascinating to see Erika's beauty develop and mature in those photographs from one year to the next. I finally stopped at the fourth photo and realized I was simply mesmerized by this woman. I wasn't even conscious of the fact that as I stood there looking at her lying across the hood of that car I was busy touching myself over my skirt. "You don't have to stand over there admiring the print Jordan, the real thing is waiting for you right here." I turned my head to look over at Erika, who must have been kneeling, with her arms resting on the back of the sofa as she watched me. It was hard to imagine looking at her there perfectly still, yet I had to admit that she was even more beautiful than she appeared in any of the four prints adorning the wall. She must have been watching me the entire time as I studied her photographs. She had that incredibly sexy smile on her face, the same smile that turned my entire life around just two days ago. Then it suddenly all seemed to fall into place for me. I was staring at the one person who unknowingly changed my life. A week ago if anyone would have suggested to me that such a thing would be possible and it would be an eighteen year old girl who would be responsible, I would have scoffed at the notion. Yet here I was and definitely there she was. I turned and walked slowly towards the sofa and circled around behind it and then I moved to one of the wingback chairs and sat down in the one positioned to Erika's left. Then I dropped my Victoria's Secret bags on the floor by the side of the chair and shifted my body to face Erika, who had spun around and was now sitting in the center of the sofa facing me. I could immediately tell from her expression that she was puzzled by my choice of seat, yet she said nothing. She crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest and just continued to watch me. This time, however, her sexy smile was gone. This time she could tell that I had something on my mind and from what I already knew of her, I sensed she'd be as patient as necessary. I also knew I'd need every bit of her patience right now. We never broke eye contact as the minutes ticked away and the sunlight that had been invading the room earlier was now starting to disappear. We could still see each other clearly, but in another twenty or thirty minutes that too would become much more of a challenge. After about five minutes I was still tongue tied, so Erika – god bless her, took the lead and said something. "How about a glass of wine, Jordan? I know I could certainly use one about now." She said, as she stood and began to head for the doorway without even waiting for my response. "I'd love to have a glass of whatever you're having," were the only words I could manage before she reached the doorway. Once Erika got off that sofa I nearly made a strategic blunder. I almost watched her walk out of the room. I sighed deeply knowing full well that if I had done so, any resolve I was trying now to develop would probably erode. I don't know how long she was gone, but during her absence the room continued to grow darker and then suddenly two lamps on the credenza against the back wall were turned on and I looked towards the doorway and saw that Erika had flipped a wall switch. But that wasn't all that I saw. As Erika turned and walked towards the sofa I could see that she was carrying a bottle of wine and two wine glasses in one hand, but the big surprise was that she had changed her clothes. Gone was the outfit that nearly had me in a cold sweat when I arrived more than thirty minutes earlier. This version of Erika was wearing a black AC/DC tee shirt that went down past her waist, certainly not the usual flattering form-fitting top she would normally wear in public, along with a pair of black satin athletic shorts. She was barefoot and she had pulled her long hair back into a pony tail using a black scrunchy. She was still a real beauty, but for the first time she appeared just a little more normal. It seemed that Erika now felt comfortable enough to be herself around me and in that revelation I found a real measure of relief. She put the glasses down on the table and then filled them from a bottle of chilled white wine she had obviously opened in the kitchen. She let me help myself and then she took her glass and curled those incredible legs underneath her body and sat down on the end of the sofa closest to where I was sitting. Then she took a sip of her wine before she spoke. A Night at Debbie's House "I think whatever it is we have to talk about, it will be much easier if I'm dressed more like this; don't you agree." She said motioning to her clothes with her free hand, before taking another sip of her wine. I sighed as I reached for the glass of wine on the coffee table and then I took a long sip, but I avoided answering her question. I finally glanced back over at Erika and she was just sitting there quietly staring at me over the top of her wine glass, but it was not the kind of stare that was designed to make me feel uncomfortable. I think I really confused her by my peculiar behavior thus far and she just didn't know how to respond to it. I put my wine glass on the table and kicked my heels off and curled my legs up on my chair in the same manner as Erika was sitting. Actually, I always sit this way at home, but frankly I was a little surprised that she was able to curl those incredibly long legs under her as easily as she did. On second thought, I really don't think there is anything she could do anymore that would either surprise or amaze me. I tried to think about how I wanted to start this conversation, but the words just seemed to elude me. I was never lawyer material and wordsmithing was never my specialty and here was yet one more glowing reminder of that simple fact. I looked over at her and for the first time I thought I could see something in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. It was the look of compassion. "Let me see if I can guess what the problem might be," she began slowly, maintaining eye contact with me as she spoke. "Judging from your behavior thus far, I'd say that you're trying to think of a way to tell me that you don't want to make love and sleep with me tonight. Now that is just a wild guess, but tell me - how close am I?" I sighed deeply, but this time it was more from relief than any growing sense of frustration. "Erika, I know I did a lot of babbling last night during our dinner, but I'm really clear headed now and I want you to know that I think what we had and did together last night was . . . was simply one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had in my life. And the sex was absolutely incredible." A smile slowly started to come back to her lips, but it was a different kind of smile. She wasn't trying to seduce me with it this time, she was merely acknowledging my comment. "When you invited me over here last night I couldn't wait to come. All I could think about since we left the restaurant was making love to you again and sleeping with you in the same bed the entire night, but then I realized that if I continued to see you and be with you, although the sex would continue to be terrific, I could – and probably would, really jeopardize a relationship that I have with someone whom I deeply love." She waited for me to continue and when I didn't she filled in the missing words. "And that person would be Debbie Masters?" I couldn't help myself, I nodded at her just before I began to cry and then I put my hand over my face and it just seemed to make everything much worse for me. Then I felt a pair of hands gently tugging on me and I looked up to see that Erika was trying to help me get to my feet and move over to the sofa, so I let her help me up and then I moved over to the sofa with her. When we sat down she folded her arms around me and I leaned into her, as she stroked my hair and tried to console me. The total irony of the situation certainly did not escape my attention. Just moments ago this incredible vixen was prepared to provide me with a night of endless sexual bliss that I probably would have never forgotten until I closed my eyes for the final time. Now she was sitting here comforting me like a sister might in a moment of dire emotional need. This woman was not only smart and beautiful, but I could now see that she also possessed a level of maturity about her at only eighteen years that I had not even reached yet at twenty-two. "I guess I realized tonight for the first time that what I was planning to do with you here – alone by ourselves, might really hurt her if she finds out about it and I don't ever want to do that to her. I just love her too much to ever hurt her. I've never had a relationship with anyone like this before so this is all so . . . so new to me and . . . and I just didn't think it through." We sat there for a good while as I continued to cry a little and sniffle a lot. The entire time Erika patiently and quietly remained at my side and stroked my hair in the tenderest and most loving way without the slightest sexual overtone. During it all I developed a new feeling for the girl who previously had only served as the primary object of my sexual desire. I was starting to think of her as a friend. When I seemed to finally collect myself Erika spoke to me in a near whisper. "I think I understand what you're saying, Jordan. Does this mean that you want to cancel the plans we made for tomorrow night at Debbie's house?" I pulled back slightly from Erika's shoulder attempting to make eye contact with her. When she sensed what I was trying to do, she also moved back slightly to look at me. I'm sure I had the most quizzical look on my face and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she could tell immediately that I had no answer to her question. She smiled at me and then her smile slowly grew larger. "Can I help you sort through this entire mess?" She asked softly. I just nodded at her. Besides, she was doing great without me, why should I do anything to muck it up. Her gaze seemed to be redirected towards the fireplace for a moment as she seemed to collect her thoughts. Then she looked back at me and smiled. "I think I understand that you feel your actions are duplicitous if you're here alone making love to me, but if we were together and Debbie was also with us, you certainly wouldn't be cheating on her, would you?" I thought about what Erika said for a moment and then I nodded my head in agreement. I could see now where she was going with this and it seemed to make perfect sense. But then again, it seemed that everything Erika said made perfect sense. She smiled at me as I was agreeing with her. "Good, then I think your plans for tomorrow night should remain unchanged. Besides, this way we'll still be able to be together and you won't feel guilty about it. Now, are we in agreement then that we're still on for tomorrow night at Debbie's house?" I smiled at her and nodded my head in total agreement. "Good. Now, unless you object or feel terribly uncomfortable about it, I'm going to be in this house all alone tonight and I would still love to have you stay with me. We could order pizza and watch movies and just have an old fashioned girl's sleepover. I even promise to behave myself. What do you say?" When I was in middle school and later on in high school I was invited to sleepover by only one girl in my entire life and that was my best friend Allie. Don't get me wrong, that's not a complaint or criticism of her in any way. I adored Allie and she was a really great friend and if her parents hadn't moved to Ohio after our high school graduation I'm reasonably certain of two things. First, Allie and I had talked about going off to college together during our entire senior year and I'm certain that we would have gone to UT in the fall, probably even roomed together and most likely we would have remained the best of friends. What I'm equally certain about is that Allie and I would have eventually expanded on our kissing and mutual masturbation and by the time we were in Austin I'm sure we would have been fucking each other on a regular basis. Had that scenario played out, I suspect that I would have learned about my proclivity towards women much earlier and as to whether that would have been a good or a bad thing – who knows. Anyway, I digress. The point I was trying to make here is this. In high school I would have sold my soul to the devil if anyone close to Erika in appearance or popularity would have ever shown me the time of day, let alone invite me to a sleepover at her house. I certainly know that I'm not in high school anymore – at least not as a student, but there was no way on the planet that I was going to let an invitation like this pass me by. "I'd love to spend the night here with you, Erika." I said, with the first visible smile returning to my face in a long while. Okay, I don't want to bore you with all of the details of everything we did, but I want share a few things with you. First, we watched two movies that were definite chic flicks, in fact they were as close to lesbian movies as I've ever seen and if they did anything they made me aware that I don't see too many movies. The first one was entitled 'Personal Best' with Mariel Hemingway and Patrice Donnelly and I thought it was terrific – up until the end. I know I'm a terrible romantic, but I was sad that they did not wind up together and of course that made me think of Debbie and then I started missing her all over again. The second movie was 'Kissing Jessica Stein,' and it caused me to wonder whether there are any movies out there were two women just fall in love and then wind up together living happily ever after. I mean, is that just too much to ask for? Sometime after the first movie and somewhere towards the end of the second one Erika asked me a question that I had never been asked before in my entire life and when I heard it I became nearly giddy with excitement. "You know Jordan, you have a really gorgeous body, your hair is just perfect and your eyes – well, your eyes are simply the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen. You should also know that they are what attracted me to you in the first place. You have so much to work with, yet you do so little with your makeup. Would you mind terribly if I showed you a few things that I've picked up over the years?" Duh! I don't know why I didn't think to ask her to do that myself. If anyone could teach me about the proper application of makeup this former super model sure as heck could. I couldn't nod my head fast enough and she seemed to be delighted with my enthusiastic response. So we paraded hand-in-hand up the long circular stairwell to the second floor and into a bedroom that I thought only existed in romance novels or on a movie set. For those of you who might have an interest in such things, let me tell you about Erika's room. Like most women I'm terrible at guessing distance, so I just had to ask her. She told me that the room was twenty four feet wide and thirty four feet long and a huge ceiling fan was turning lazily near the center above her bed. A chair rail seemed to partition the walls in half and below that rail was wallpaper that contained a very subdued pink and green floral pattern on a white background. Above the chair rail the walls were painted a very pale pink color, but the pink was so faint it actually looked closer to a white, which would have been my guess until Erika informed me otherwise. As we first entered the room, to the right side of the door, there was an illuminated aquarium that was full of hundreds of bright colors and dozens of different varieties of fish and many unrecognizable marine creatures. Erika told me that it was slightly more than one hundred gallons of salt water and she pointed out all the different life forms in the tank, which personally impressed me as science teacher. I never thought about how beautiful an aquarium could be in a room and I decided at that moment that I wanted to get one. To the left side of the doorway, Erika had an elaborate built in secretarial desk and bookcase. Although the entire area was orderly, it was evident that it was her primary work station. There were two laptops visible on the desk, a large LCD screen that appeared to be plugged into a docking station and a laser printer situated on top of the bookcase. In addition, there were the usual things you'd expect to see in a computer work area, such as reams of paper, blank writeable CDs, pens, legal pads, a calculator and a stand containing audio CDs that she obviously played through her computer. Her backpack was hanging on the back of her chair. There were two windows on the long wall to our left that had wooden shutters instead of the usual window treatments and they were painted in white. All the bedroom furniture was also in a matching white. There was a four poster queen-size bed positioned evenly between the windows with a two drawer nightstand on each side of the bed. A small white ceramic lamp with a plain white shade adorned the top of each nightstand and a digital alarm clock was in plain view on one of the nightstands, along with a bottle of spring water sitting on a glass coaster. Immediately opposite her bed was a large make-up table with a huge three angle mirror at the very back. There were two florescent fixtures that appeared to be carefully positioned in a way that would minimize any shadowing. The table was filled with every kind of makeup product imaginable and I couldn't even see what was inside the six drawers. Everything was perfectly organized. As I looked at that make-up area I couldn't help but be in awe when I realized that this was where Erika performed her magic. About four feet away on each side of the make-up table were huge matching dressers. On the top of one dresser on the right she had several framed photos that included a rather distinguished looking older gentleman and a woman who I assumed were her father and mother. There was also a photo of just her and her father that appeared to be taken recently in their home and there were two photos of her and Lisa together, along with a large portrait photo of Lisa that had an inscription written across it, but I thought it would be rude of me to try and read it. On the top of the other dresser was an LCD television that was about two feet wide. On the far side of the room, opposite the door, Erika had created a comfortable sitting area that contained a large white floral print sofa adorned by at least a dozen color coordinated throw pillows and a matching overstuffed chair that looked like it was her favorite place to sit in the entire room. There were two floor goose-neck lamps that were positioned over each area to provide sufficient light for reading or studying. Finally, I simply had to check out her closet and she was more than happy to oblige. If most of my parents' house could fit inside Erika's living room, I was pretty certain that Erika's walk-in closet was half again as large as my bedroom. It was so huge it had its own skylight and a separate air conditioning vent. I was just guessing, but from the clothes that she had hanging in there it looked like she could wear a different outfit to school every day of the year and not wear the same thing twice. I rifled through some of the items and I can tell you this is a woman who has never had to purchase anything at Wal-Mart. Every item was from a major label, including her tee-shirts. I glanced at her rather impressive shoe collection and decided it was better if I didn't look at them too closely. I finally had to get out of there or I knew I'd never be able to wear any of my clothes again. After the brief tour she sat me down in front of her make up table and draped a towel over me and then several towels over the huge mirror so I couldn't watch her work her magic. Then over the next two and a half hours the day changed from Friday to Saturday and as it did we drank our second bottle of wine and Erika worked on my face like an artist would on a canvas trying a host of different foundations, colors and shadowing effects, all designed to get the most out of what god and my parents had given me. She would patiently try one color on me and then take it off and replace it with another, and she continued doing that for a long while until she found exactly the color that she thought was the perfect complement to my eyes and skin tone. Finally, she uttered the word I had been waiting to hear. "Finished!" She exclaimed, and as I glanced up to see her face I could see a combination of expressions in her eyes that told me she was both pleased and excited by her efforts. She kneeled in front of me and smiled excitedly before she spoke. "Jordan, I want you to know that I tried fourteen different colors that I thought might work well for you and although most of them looked very good on you, I believe I finally found the perfect colors and shades to bring out your eyes and your skin tone. If you don't like it we can always change it, but if you do I'll show you exactly what products I used and what I did to achieve this look. Now, are you ready to see the new you?" When I was a little girl growing up in Houston my family was never able to take a formal vacation because of the cost, but when I turned seven my parents thought I was finally old enough to start going to Six Flags or Astroworld as it was often called before it finally closed. So they began taking me there once each summer, thereafter. Even back then the tickets were fairly pricey when compared to almost any other family activity, so I knew it was a really big deal for them to spring for those tickets. Anyway, the first time Elaine told me that they were going to take me to Six Flags over the Memorial Day weekend I remember being so excited I could barely get to sleep the entire week before. And when I finally turned fourteen it suddenly seemed like it was no longer appropriate for a high school student to be seen with her parents in public, so we stopped that annual pilgrimage at my request. Sadly, deep down inside, I always regretted that decision. But for those seven years I remember that I looked forward to that weekend all year long and as that time drew close my excitement level would go right through the roof. I hadn't felt that kind of excitement since those early trips to Six Flags, but I was damn well feeling it at that very moment. Erika turned the chair around slowly so I was facing the mirror now, but before she reached up to remove the bath towels she told me to close my eyes and not open them until she told me it was okay to do so and I instinctively obeyed. As I heard the towels being removed from the mirror I could feel my excitement climb to an even higher level. When she finally told me it was okay to open my eyes I did so and I was staring right at Erika, who was still standing between me and the mirror brandishing the most playful grin across her face. When she saw my disappointment, she immediately apologized and then stepped out of my line of sight. The face that was staring directly back at me from the mirror was vaguely familiar to me, but it certainly wasn't the face of Jordan Peters, at least not the Jordan Peters that I'd known for these many years. The woman I was now staring at was gorgeous and it took me several minutes before it seemed to finally dawn on me that it was my face in that mirror. As I continued to stare at my vision I slowly began to notice a few faint traces of the girl that I used to know and I could see that she was still lurking in there somewhere. As one minute eventually became two and then three Erika continued waiting patiently for my response, but then she incorrectly interpreted my prolonged silence as a sign of my disapproval of her efforts. Her smile began to slowly fade and it was then replaced by a look of genuine concern. Finally, it was as if she could no longer contain herself. "I'm so, so sorry Jordan, we can try something else. I promise you that I'll find something that will make you happy." I still hadn't said a single word to her, as I kept turning my head slightly from side to side to look at the new me in the mirror from every possible angle. I finally looked up at her and for the first time I could see how upset she had become and I realized that I couldn't leave her hanging like that for another instant. A Night at Debbie's House I stood up and put my arms around her and pulled her tightly to my body. Then I put my mouth as close to her ear as I could reach and I whispered to her. "This is going to seem so terribly inadequate for everything you've just done for me, but thank you, thank you, thank you - soooo much!" She pulled back and looked at me skeptically. "Jordan, are you absolutely sure that you like it?" I nodded my head and smiled warmly at her. "I don't like it, I absolutely love it. I never imagined in my wildest dreams I could look this incredible and it's all thanks to you, Erika." I think my level of excitement must have been contagious because Erika started to get excited as well and that look of concern that was on her face only moments earlier slowly faded and was soon replaced once again by her beautiful smile. Then Erika patiently began the process of explaining everything she had just done on my face and as she did, it all seemed to make perfect sense to me. Although she worked on me for more than two hours experimenting, when she finally found the right colors it all seemed to come together quickly. She basically put me through a course in Makeup Application 101, teaching me everything about powders, foundation, brushes, proper application and the use of colors. She changed my traditional eye shadow to a shade of lavender, gradually blending several lighter shades of purple together going from lighter to darker to create a much more dramatic effect. The warmer shade complemented the green in my eyes better than any other color I'd ever used in the past. She also used dark charcoal gel eyeliner instead of pencil to line my eyes from corner to corner, increasing the line ever so slightly at the corners and also gradually widening the line as she went - instead of stopping halfway across the eye like I'd done since I started using make-up in seventh grade. To me the effect was beyond significant. Erika showed me how to properly curl my lashes at the base and at the tip before applying black mascara and she showed me how to use a lip liner to increase the fullness of my lips. She had found a shade that was very similar to Debbie's cranberry color that looked absolutely perfect on me with the new lavender eye shadow. Okay, I think you probably know me pretty well by now and if you do you already know about my non-existent self esteem. You probably also know that I didn't have a date while I attended high school and it wasn't until my junior year that I had a date in college. And although I eventually worked my body into incredible shape by literally running my ass off for about six miles and doing two hundred sit-ups a day, I never considered myself anything more than just average looking – even with the great hair and the beautiful emerald green eyes I got from Elaine. But that was then and this is now and for the first time in my life I looked in the mirror and I thought that the person staring back at me was truly gorgeous. I wanted to cry I was so happy, but I didn't want to do anything that might spoil Erika's masterpiece. Despite all the excitement, after finishing two bottles of wine we were both getting a bit tired, so for the next ninety minutes Erika and I lay in her bed under the covers and talked non-stop about anything and everything and gradually our energy levels started to dissipate. The last time I glanced at the clock before we finally dozed off I saw that it was twenty minutes after four in the morning. Although we were both sleeping in Erika's oversized tee-shirts, the sleepover never turned sexual and it neither seemed to disrupt our night nor did it make us feel uncomfortable about being together. Eventually we both drifted off into a deep sleep, holding hands like we were the best of friends and I actually started to believe that maybe we could be. I woke up the next morning alone in Erika's bedroom at nine forty-four and for just a minute I was totally disoriented. I gradually remembered what had happened hours earlier and I quickly got up to look in the mirror again to make sure that it all wasn't just a dream. I usually never slept in makeup, but last night I didn't care. Once I saw my reflection a smile immediately came to my face. I put on the same clothes I'd worn yesterday and then I headed downstairs in search of my hostess. I collected my Victoria's Secret bags in the living room and then I walked around calling Erika's name until I heard her respond and then I followed her voice into a magnificent kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table by a huge bay window that looked out over a large pool, drinking black coffee and reading the Houston Chronicle like she had been doing it all her life. She was wearing her black exercise outfit, similar to the one I had seen her wearing on Thursday, and I knew immediately that she probably had been up for hours. "Good morning Erika," I said in as upbeat a tone as I felt I could possibly muster. "You were sleeping so soundly I didn't want to wake you. Would you like some coffee?" She replied, looking up from the paper and smiling at me before taking a sip of her coffee. I walked over behind her and kissed her on the top of her head, affectionately kneading her shoulders as I did. In response she automatically reached up to stroke my face tenderly with her hand. "No thank you sweetie, I really need to run. I have several things I need to do before we get together tonight, but I wanted to tell you what a wonderful time I had last night." She turned her head and smiled up at me. "I really did too, Jordan. I'm so glad you felt comfortable enough to stay here with me." She noticed the bags I was holding. "I was wondering about those last night when you brought them in; what do you have in there Jordan?" I smiled at her. "Instead of showing you now, do you mind waiting until you see it on me tonight?" She smiled at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and then nodded. "Very well, I guess I can wait till then." I smiled back at her and then I started to head out of the kitchen towards the front door, with Erika in close pursuit. When I reached the door I turned and looked at her. She had that beautiful, soft smile on her face, the one that seemed so warm and unpretentious. She now appeared to totally drop her guard and I suspected that I was treated to a smile that very few people would actually ever get to see on her. I was truly glad that she felt so comfortable around me. "Thank you for everything Erika, it was simply the best sleepover I've ever been to." And when those words left my lips I knew no truer words were ever spoken. "Erika, would you do me one last favor." I asked in my best mock-baby voice, before I stepped out the front door. "Have I ever denied you anything?" She replied, dragging the piercing in her tongue across her front teeth and smiling at me. "That incredible outfit that you had on when I came over last night . . . would you please wear that outfit tonight to Debbie's house?" When she smiled at me this time she was using that incredibly sexy smile of hers and I think we both knew what it meant. I drove home feeling very different from the girl that I used to be. I was excited about my new look, I was excited about the friendship with Erika that continued to develop and most of all I was excited about what would happen tonight at Debbie's house just about ten hours from now. The rest of the morning was relatively uneventful. I'd gone to the mall and picked up the list of items Erika had provided me so I could try and replicate her artistry, trying to be sure I went no where near Victoria's Secret. That was another loose end that I'd have to tie up very soon, but not just now. I didn't have the time and Candy deserved a whole lot more than just an abbreviated explanation or a summary dismissal. When I finally got home about twelve thirty I got dressed in my non-designer work-out clothes and headed out to do my six mile run in the middle of the afternoon heat. After what Erika had just done for me the night before, I was more determined than ever before to make sure my body remained absolutely perfect. I'll tell all of you non-Texans out there that I don't know what kind of training NASA provides to its astronauts, but if you haven't been in south Texas in the summer time you don't have any idea what heat really is. There's only one word to describe anyone who can run six miles in ninety-seven degree mid-day heat with humidity hovering around ninety-two percent, all in about forty two minutes. Insane would be that word, and as I finished the run and began to experience the worst case of muscle cramps I ever endured in my life, that word continued to resonate in my mind. As an educated person and a science teacher I know all about dehydration and electrolyte imbalance and I'm well aware that either of them can result in problems with circulation and organ function that can ultimately cause death. However, that's not usually my greatest concern when I head out to engage in this insane ritual before five in the morning. Running today in the afternoon heat damn near did me in and I had to spend the next three plus hours recuperating. Elaine had never seen me like this before and she didn't exactly know how to help me. Finally at my direction she used the powder that I kept in the pantry, similar to what I believe most runners probably keep on hand for the same reason, and made me a mix specifically designed to restore the sodium, potassium, chloride and other five major electrolytes that were depleted in my body. Finally, at about five o'clock, after three liters of water and a liter of that unpleasant tasting mix I think I could once again be counted among the living. At five thirty I ran a very warm bath and as the tub slowly filled and the bubbles multiplied at an alarming rate I did something I'd never done before. I sat on the toilet and gave myself a warm water enema. Oh, I would never have thought about doing that myself, but last night when Erika and I were gabbing away she had mentioned that she did that whenever she anticipated that she might become intimate. Believe me, her disclosing that little tidbit did not embarrass me at all. However, the fact that I actually had to ask her why she did that and then have an eighteen year old female explain the answer to me did very little for my ego – though I must admit, I was now incredibly intrigued about working that into my regimen. Actually the enema wasn't bad at all and I'm sure it achieved its purpose. Then I finally slid down into the warm water and just sighed. As you probably already know, I'm not a big bath person, but that water felt absolutely wonderful on my muscles. I shaved my legs and then shaved my pussy for the first time solo. It wasn't as much fun as when Elaine did it for me, but I knew I had to learn sometime and though it took me longer, when I finally ran my hand between my legs I could feel that I passed with flying colors. Everything was baby smooth and there was not a trace of stubble anywhere. I toweled myself off and dried my hair and then I sat down at my former desk, now converted to my make-up table, and I began the process of recreating what Erika did for me last night. Some of it was pretty easy and some of it was a little more challenging, but I took my time and worked carefully remembering everything she told me and when I finally finished I was more than surprised. I couldn't tell the difference between what I saw last night and what I was now looking at. The lines were perfect, the colors blended cleanly and my lips looked better that they ever did. A huge smile appeared across my face and I felt incredibly proud of the effort. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and saw that it was seven thirty. I was planning to be at Debbie's about eight and I knew Erika and Lisa would be there about eight twenty. I was on schedule. Now for the finishing touch. I grabbed my Victoria's Secret bags from the closet and spilled the contents onto my bed. I started with the white lace top thigh high stockings, since I knew those seams would take a while and boy - they sure did, about ten minutes for each leg, but when I was finished those seams were damn perfect. After the thigh highs were picture perfect I turned and looked at what remained on the bed and I actually started to laugh. This would be the easy part. I slipped into the crotchless panties, put the transparent gown on over my head and then stepped into the white seven inch platform heels and I was done. I realized my nails still were bright red from yesterday when I painted them at school and the color didn't exactly match my lipstick, but I didn't have the time now to mess with it. I walked over to the full length mirror mounted on my closet door and just stared at myself for a moment. If I'd just seen an extra terrestrial spacecraft land in my parent's backyard I could not have been more incredulous. I could barely believe it was me and I would be surprised if Debbie didn't have the same reaction. I was still not in the same league as Erika, Lisa or Debbie, but I thought I was beautiful and I never imagined I'd ever say that word in a sentence describing my own appearance. I found my dark blue raincoat in the very back of my closet and put it on and I buttoned every button but the very top one. Then I grabbed four pair of pantyhose from my dresser drawer and stuffed them into my purse; then I grabbed the purse and car keys and headed for the front door. It never occurred to me that I would have to pass through the parental gauntlet waiting for me in the living room. All through high school my parents were denied the joy of seeing their only child mature and develop social skills and participate in the normal dating rituals engaged in by nearly all developing teenagers. They never got to meet a boy that I liked, wait up for me past curfew in order to lecture me or proudly watch me head off to my senior prom. I should have known all of that energy had been stored up over the years and was just aching to be released. If my parents had never seen me dressed up in any way for any social occasion beyond my first communion, it certainly goes without saying that they sure as hell have never seen me dressed up in any kind of lingerie. So when their daughter suddenly appeared cruising through the living room in seven inch platform heels and looking unlike anything they had ever seen in my twenty-two years of life, well – there was no way on god's green earth that was going to pass by unnoticed. "Baby, wow - you're all dressed up. Come on over here so your father and I can get a good look at you." Elaine said, as she lowered the television volume with the remote. My parents have been too good to me my whole life for me to ever just blow them off. I know that Allie never got along with her parents very well and I could just imagine her in this exact situation now. I'm about ninety nine percent sure that she'd ignore them and just keep on going out the front door, but when it came to parental avoidance I was my own worst enemy. So I stopped at the door so close to making my escape and turned and headed into the living room. I knew right away this was going to be a very awkward moment for all of us. I knew it for two reasons. First, as I entered the living room from the darker entry area and the lights finally hit me, my mother could now clearly see the entire change in my make up and as her jaw visibly dropped, she had enough presence of mind to turn off the television so now there were absolutely no other distractions. Lucky me. The second reason was my daddy's response. I'm not sure my daddy ever even saw the makeup, at least not right away. He was stretched out on the sofa watching television until he saw pair of legs in eight inch heels come into his line of sight and then, I suspect like most guys, that was all that was needed to cause him to move into the upright position at the speed of mach one. So there I stood in center of the room, watching the most stunned expressions on my parents' faces that I'd ever seen in my life. And as the clock on the wall began to chime announcing that it was now eight o'clock, I knew I'd have to hurry this along as quickly as possible. "Jordan, you . . . you look absolutely gorgeous." Elaine said, with my father nodding silently, certainly not fully believing that it was his daughter who was now standing in front of him. "Thanks Elaine, but I'm really running late and I need to get over to Debbie's." I said, trying hard to down play the entire situation. They stared at me for another minute, scrutinizing me from head to toe and then back up again. Then Elaine uttered the words that I feared hearing the most. "C'mon baby, you look so beautiful, please show us what you're wearing on your big date." I smiled at them, as I quickly considered my options. Being the honest daughter they raised I could say that I was not going on a real date. Instead, I was going to attend my first orgy with three of the most beautiful and sexy women I'd ever seen in my life. I could add that I was really anxious to get my shaved pussy over there as quickly as possible, so that I could get my head between someone's legs. I could have said all that, but somehow I didn't think it would sell in Muncie. More importantly, that was not the image I wanted my daddy to have of his little girl forever more. I opted for the more traditional coward's response. "Trust me on this Elaine . . . that would not really be a very good idea right now." But even as I said those words, I knew deep down inside they would probably never actually register with her. When she repeated her request moments later, my father joined in and that's when I knew I was sunk, since like most daughters - I absolutely worship my dad and always did anything he asked of me. So I licked my lips and swallowed hard and then I started unbuttoning my raincoat from the top button down. By the time I finally got the last button undone, I tried once more to dissuade them of this silly idea, but neither of them could read between the lines and I was starting to run out of time. So I swallowed hard once more and then I used my arms to simply slip the raincoat off of my shoulders and onto the floor around my feet. You could have filled volumes discussing the different reaction my parents had to me in this outfit versus the reaction Candy had to me in this outfit. But none of that really mattered right now. Like I mentioned to you before, I'm not usually very modest in the house and in truth neither parent was really looking at any part of me they hadn't seen before. They just had never seen it packaged quite like this and I didn't have any track record with this sort of thing to know how they would respond. As I studied their reactions I was surprised at how differently they responded. I'm absolutely positive that my dad had never looked at me in a sexual way before, but now I believe he was embarrassed because he'd never seen his daughter look anything like this before. I would have to guess that my attire had some major arousal effect on him that he had never expected and it made him feel terribly awkward or even guilty. I realized that he was having trouble making eye contact with me and I immediately regretted that all this had happened and hoped it would not hurt our relationship going forward. Elaine, on the other hand, had been intimate with me the last two times she helped me shave in the tub and I had a real sense from that near-desperate look in her eyes at that moment that if my dad hadn't been there, she would have been all over me. I could finally see that there's much more to my mother than I ever knew about, like a bisexual side that has been yearning to get out. It appears that this may have been the catalyst that she finally needed and I was a little scared about what it would ultimately do to her – and to her husband. A Night at Debbie's House I didn't wait for any questions or comments; I saw everything I needed to see in their eyes. I was definitely not the timid wall flower they had known for the past twenty years and I was sure that there would be some post-trauma discussion at another time. I bent down to retrieve my raincoat and I put it on as I spun around towards the front door. "I gotta run; please don't bother to wait up Elaine, I'll be staying at Debbie's tonight." But I had a real sense that after what they had just seen, she already suspected as much. I understand that there was a time many years ago when certain male exhibitionists would venture out in public with nothing on but a raincoat for the sole purpose of exposing themselves to whomever happened by at the time. I know all about that now of course, but I can still recall many years ago watching a comedy skit on television on some show about that very thing and when I glanced over at my parents with a rather confused expression on my face unable to understand the joke, my daddy took the time to explain it all to me. In a rather odd way, as I sat in my car driving over to Debbie's at about fifteen miles an hour over the speed limit, I think I now actually understood what it was like to be one of those exhibitionists clad in only a raincoat. I damn well didn't want a ticket, but I sure didn't want to keep Erika and Lisa waiting in their car parked in front of Debbie's house nearly naked, wondering what in the world had happened to me. And as that thought occurred to me, the speedometer inched its way to twenty miles over the speed limit. As luck would have it I drove into Debbie's driveway literally seconds before Erika's Corvette pulled in next to me on my left side. I got out of my car and walked over to Erika's car and as I did Lisa rolled down the window and whistled at me as I was clicking along in my heels on the driveway. I think I was actually somewhat embarrassed, but I didn't have the time right now to worry about it, so I just smiled in response. I leaned into the window on the passenger side of Erika's car and I had two rather delightful surprises. The first one was feeling two hands grab my head and gently pull me into a deep French kiss that nearly made me weak-kneed. By the time Lisa released me I realized that my heart was pounding and I must have had a truly bewildered look on my face. "Mmmm, I have been sooo anxious to do that." She purred, and as I exhaled deeply I realized those were the first words Lisa uttered to me thus far and they were well worth the wait. "Wow," was all I could say in response. It wasn't very original, but it definitely got the message across and put a smile on her face. "Pretty incredible job there with the make-up, Jordan," Erika said, smiling at me like a true mentor who was proud of her charge. I just smiled back at her with the same appreciative smile that she had recognized from me the night before. The other surprise was how incredibly sexy these two women looked. Of course I'd already seen Erika's heart-stopping outfit the night before, but the effect it had on me at that moment wasn't diminished in the slightest. As usual she looked absolutely perfect and now I was fortunate enough to know that the woman behind that incredible look wasn't just a beautiful face, she brought the entire package to the table and one day she would be such a prize catch for some lucky woman and as that thought crossed my mind I realized I was feeling somewhat envious or even jealous of that unknown person. Sometimes lesser is better and Lisa was serving as a poster child for that expression tonight. She sat in the car nearly swallowed up by the tan leather seat in nothing but white thigh highs and a pair of clear Lucite eight inch platform heels, identical to the pair I had at home in my closet. She was totally comfortable in her nudity and as I looked down at her incredible body she parted her legs slightly so I could better see her treasure and then smiled at me. I could definitely feel my heart rate increasing once again, as I was looking down and staring at heaven's gate. "You ladies are absolutely gorgeous, as usual," I finally managed to say, as I continued to peek into the car and feast my eyes on its delightful contents. Both women looked at each other first and smiled, before they returned their attention to me. "Give me a few minutes inside getting Debbie ready, then I'll come out and get you both," I said. The women nodded simultaneously at me and I started heading towards the front door of Debbie's house. I opened my purse and quickly used my little brush to reapply my lipstick after that incredible kiss Lisa had greeted me with moments earlier. Then I rang the bell and the first sound I heard was Satan's less than friendly greeting that would have normally sent a chill racing down my spine. Then he barked one more time before and I heard Debbie's voice calming him down and I realized that the sound of her voice had the same effect on me, even standing on the other side of the front door. Then the outside porch light came on and I heard the door unlock and open and a moment later Debbie was standing there nearly naked, covered up only in a bathrobe just like I had requested. That incredible cranberry lipstick was on her lips and the discovery caused me to smile warmly at her. As she opened the door she was smiling, but then her smile seemed to fade and she was suddenly staring at me with a near blank expression on her face. I suddenly got scared as I realized that there was barley a trace of recognition in her face for the person standing in front of her. Then she finally shattered the awkward silence between us and spoke to me in a near whisper. "Jordan . . . is that really you?" "I guess that all depends, Miss Masters. Were you expecting any other nearly naked women at your house tonight?" I replied, trying to inject a little humor into the conversation in the hope of bringing the color back to her face. She didn't respond to my comment, but she backed up enough to allow me to step inside the house so I didn't have to feel like I was on display under the porch light for her neighbors' viewing pleasure. Then she closed the door behind me, but never took her eyes off of me. Since all of the work was for her anyway I decided to slip the raincoat off, so that I was now standing in front of her in my new outfit waiting for some outward sign of approval from her. It took nearly a full minute, but I was not disappointed. "Oh my god, Jordan . . . I think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen in my life." She said, with a trembling voice that was barely audible, even at only two feet away. I guess it sounds terribly superficial of me to say this, but I think I would have been willing to marry anyone, regardless of their sex or species, who would ever have uttered those very words to me. I guess I was really fortunate it just happened to be Debbie. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately and she more than responded. I had realized last night how much I missed her and I needed to taste her lips and feel her body against mine. After just a few seconds I reluctantly had to break our kiss. "C'mon baby, I want to get you ready, Erika and Lisa are already waiting outside in the car." Suddenly, Debbie was overcome by that deer-in-the-headlights look in her gorgeous brown eyes and then she seemed to regain her composure, as her hands were suddenly all over my body, gently caressing my boobs and rubbing across my very wet pussy. "Oh god, Jordan – I really just want you. Please go tell them that we changed our minds and then you and I can make love all night in my . . . in our bed." I was so enjoying the effect I was having on this beautiful woman. I never had anyone desire me that much before – hell, I guess I never really had anyone desire me at all before, and it almost pained me when I realized what I had been missing. I moved her away from me slightly and made eye contact with her. "I want to make love with you too, but I promise you this is not something you want to miss. I know you've always had an attraction to Erika and Lisa, I saw as much on your face in school on Wednesday. I really want you to experience them and if you never want to do it again afterwards that will be perfectly fine with me. If you want to make them an ongoing part of our lovemaking, well that will be totally fine with me too. Okay?" She considered what I had just told her for a moment and then she finally nodded her assent. "Okay then, let's get into your bedroom and set the stage." She nodded again and then instinctively turned and I followed her into the master bedroom. Debbie's bedroom was much like the rest of the house, tastefully decorated with the artsy touches visible everywhere. The room was much larger than mine and certainly no where near the size of Erika's, but it was definitely the master suite in this house. A huge four poster king size bed in dark stained wood was against the far wall covered by a maroon bedspread. The bed didn't seem like it was her taste to me and I suspected it was the spoils from her earlier marriage. There was also a large chest that was adjacent to the footboard where I suspected she stored extra blankets and pillows. A two drawer night stand was positioned on each side of the bed. On the top of each nightstand was a matching white porcelain lamp topped with maroon shade. A large ceiling fan with a single white globe light fixture hummed at a medium speed above the bed and circulated the air nicely. Directly opposite the bed was a television set sitting on a dark stained wood stand, along with a combination VCR and DVD player located on a lower shelf. Adjacent to the television was a small stand holding about a hundred or so DVD movies. To the left of the entryway was a large matching dresser, with a huge silk floral arrangement with maroon and white flowers on the top. Beyond the dresser was a closed door that I could only assume was the closet. On the far right side of the room was the entryway into the master bath and beyond that there was a pendulum wall clock lazily ticking away. I'm sure I would become very familiar with this room in the future, but now I had no time to waste. I moved to the bed and with one quick flipping motion I pulled all the blankets off and draped them across the large chest. Then I pulled the pairs of pantyhose from my purse and looked over at Debbie with a rather wicked grin on my face. "Okay gorgeous, get on the bed and spread those incredible legs of yours." Debbie had a vague idea of what I had planned tonight, but I never let her in on all of the details, after all – it was supposed to be a surprise. At that instant there was a brief moment of hesitation when I looked into her eyes and I wasn't exactly sure whether she would go for a mild bondage scenario or not, but then she took off her robe and draped it on the chest and then she fell into the center of the bed totally naked and surrendered herself to the moment. I used the pantyhose I brought along to secure each of her limbs to a corner poster of the bed, making sure that each restraint was loose enough to allow everyone unfettered access to her, yet not cause her any pain. Then I stepped back and admired my work. Well, I didn't take any bondage training in school, but it was not half bad. Looking at Debbie literally spread eagled on that bed really got my juices flowing. She looked so incredibly beautiful, but at the same time I really loved how totally helpless she appeared. That was the first time the entire evening that I actually wished I was alone with her. Before I left to get Erika and Lisa I kneeled on the bed and moved my face close to hers. Then I looked into her gorgeous brown eyes that were so loving and trusting. "Remember Debbie, I love you and I want this to be pleasurable for you. If it stops being enjoyable, use the word 'Physics' and I'll make sure everything stops immediately. That's your escape word, so don't forget it. Okay?" She looked at me and nodded. Then before I left she called out my name. "Jordan!" I stopped before I reached the doorway and came back to the side of the bed and looked down at her and smiled. "Miss me already?" She smiled up at me before she responded. "I just wanted to tell you - without anyone else in the room, that I'm absolutely crazy about you. And if you still want to walk through the school holding my hand – or anything else you might want to do in public that won't get us arrested, I'd be honored to do it with you." I stared down at her for a long moment, knowing and fully appreciating how much time she must have put into arriving at that decision. I knew that it must have been difficult for her and because I knew that I realized in many ways that it was the ultimate commitment for her to make towards the success of our relationship. She knew that being a couple was important to me and because of that she was willing to subvert her own feelings and that's when it all seemed to come together for me; that's what love is really all about. At that moment I don't think I could have possibly loved that woman any more. I kissed the tip of my finger and gently put it on her lips and told her I'd be right back with two incredibly sexy women to do things to her that I could only dream about. She smiled at me and I headed out to the car, concerned that I might have kept the two vixens waiting too long. I shut off the porch light and went outside without my raincoat. Once I was outside I realized that if I actually thought about it I would have put on the stupid coat, realizing that these people were also about to be my neighbors. I guess that lapse of judgment was the result of being a bit too distracted. Erika and Lisa were sitting in the car where I left them listening to one of the local radio stations cranking out the tunes. When they saw me approach the car they both got out and it was then that I realized how glad I was that I had actually turned off the porch light. I'd totally forgotten that with the exception of her thigh highs Lisa was totally naked. Erika stepped out of the car and grabbed a small Versace overnight bag from behind the seat. Then she locked her car and armed the alarm and the three of us walked to the front door. I had a moment of clarity as I wondered how this procession would appear to any of the neighbors who just happened to catch a glimpse of us heading into the house wearing our triple 'X' rated glad rags. Satan barked again when he heard us enter the house. Moments later he came up to sniff me and I spoke to him in my best baby voice as I stroked his head. I realized that I was actually starting to really like that animal. Then he lumbered slowly back in the direction of the kitchen. I guess that was the first test to determine whether I was accepted as a new resident in his domain. I could tell by her smile that Erika was totally amused by the whole scene, but Lisa didn't fare as well. She appeared to be a bit unnerved by the entire incident and I would probably need to keep Debbie's bedroom door closed in order to abate her concerns around such a huge creature. I took the lead and when we entered the bedroom we walked to the left side of the bed and looked down at Debbie tied to her bed posts looking so totally vulnerable. Upon seeing all three of us enter the room I could see a sexual hunger developing in her eyes that I didn't see earlier and I had little doubt that she was going to enjoy everything that was about to happen to her on that bed tonight. I realized that Debbie already knew Lisa from her class, but she had never met Erika before and I was excited to be the one to introduce them. I couldn't help but notice that Debbie was now staring at her the same way she had done in the hallway at school and Erika was returning the stare. As I watched Debbie's and Erika's eyes remain locked on each other, I admit that I felt a tinge of jealousy. These were the two women I cared most about in the whole world salivating over each other and I realized that if I couldn't keep Debbie on my own, then I might as well know it now. Erika and Lisa never said a word to each other, but they separated. Lisa went to the head of the bed and Erika moved over to the other side by Debbie's legs. I glanced at Debbie's alarm clock and noted that it was eight-forty five and the show was about to begin. I remained standing at the side of the bed taking it all in, at least for the moment. Obviously I had never been to anything like this before, so I wanted to learn as much as I could, as well as participate. When I first discussed the proposal with Erika I explained to her that although I thought Debbie and I had something special together, both of us were incredibly attracted to her and Lisa. Despite the attraction, I told her that I suspected that it would take an awful lot for Debbie to ever act on those feelings and I actually doubted she really ever would. That was why I wanted to pursue the whole idea in the first place. I asked Erika that if she and Lisa had a chance to make love to a beautiful woman and do whatever they wanted to her, would they be interested in helping me with my plan. She was not only excited about the idea, but some of the best suggestions were hers. Anyway, I told her that the only limit for the night was no pain, but everything else was fair game unless Debbie pulled the plug herself. I explained to Erika that I wanted to watch what she and Lisa would be doing to Debbie, but I also realized that I would not be able to just sit there the entire time without participating at some level, and I'd probably join in and be intimate with each woman at least once. Since I was already somewhat familiar with Erika, I was really anxious to watch Lisa in action. I think lingerie is extremely attractive on a woman, but the simple beauty of Lisa wearing only her thigh highs and those sexy high heels absolutely thrilled me as I watched her maneuver. I'd been anxious to see Lisa's breasts since I first saw her in the hallway and I was not at all disappointed. They were huge, at least two sizes larger than Erika's, and wonderfully full. I was only guessing, but I suspected they were not less than a 38D and all natural. You had to love those Hispanic genes. But as large and sexy as Lisa's breasts were, that was not the most exciting thing to me about them. Lisa had the longest and thickest nipples I'd ever seen in my life. They were rock hard and they were easily an inch in length, if not longer, and much wider than my thumb. I could tell that they had also caught Debbie's attention, as she had already shifted her focus from Erika to Lisa. I watched Lisa move like a cat from the side of the bed towards Debbie's head and then she lowered herself to her elbows and slowly began to plant gentle kisses all over her face. Each time Debbie tried to meet Lisa's lips with her own, Lisa would gently pull back and utter the phrase, "uh-uh," in the most teasing fashion. I could tell that Debbie was becoming somewhat frustrated not being able to kiss Lisa on the mouth, but eventually she stopped trying and Lisa was able to continue kissing all around her face and neck, interspersing her kisses with soft sensual love bites. After about ten or fifteen minutes of that kind of torture, Lisa slowly moved her right hand to Debbie's nipple and began gently massaging and pinching it between her thumb and index finger. I watched as she did so and I could tell she was adjusting and readjusting the pressure she was applying as she went according to Debbie's reaction. Just watching Lisa kissing and fondling Debbie was giving me goose bumps, so I could only imagine the effect it had on her on the inside. I realized what Lisa was doing, as simple as it may have appeared, was incredibly intoxicating. I watched Debbie's breathing gradually increase and her eyes roll back in her head each time Lisa's mouth touched her somewhere on her face or neck. A Night at Debbie's House I realized I was starting to touch myself and my own breathing was becoming accelerated and I forced myself to move to the other side of the bed and find out what mischief Erika was up to. Erika was one of those very rare individuals. It seemed no matter what she did, or what position she would ever find herself in, she always looked incredible. I was now watching her ass in that incredible mesh body suit with her knees perched on the floor. Her body was leaning against the side of the bed towards Debbie's left leg and she was sucking ever so sensually on her toes. Oh god, it was simply one of the most erotic scenes I ever saw in my life and I felt my mouth go totally dry as I watched. I felt something in my body take over and guide me to the floor. I wasn't following a script or any sort of plan I was familiar with, I was actually moving like a heat seeking missile with a fixed target in mind. I moved Erika's legs apart with my hands and she must have sensed it was me, because she spread them as far apart she could without losing her balance. I dropped a pillow onto the floor between her legs and then I lay down on my back and worked my head directly under her beautiful ass. I was about to do something I had never done before and I was being driven by sheer lust. I was now close enough to smell Erika's scent and it only fueled the intensity I was already feeling for this woman. I used my hands to pull her towards me and she immediately sensed what I was trying to do. Moments later I noticed that she lowered herself down to accommodate me and at that instant I was really glad I left plenty of slack in the pantyhose. Her ass was almost on my face and I used my hands to move her cheeks apart. And that's when I saw my prize; I was looking directly at her tiny pink star. I pulled her down just a bit further and then my lips made contact and I began to lick and kiss her in her most forbidden spot. In a million years I would have never done this for a guy, but when Erika had mentioned it last night I knew I could not wait to do it to her. At the time I had no idea whether I'd like it or not, but that question didn't remain unanswered for very long. I could tell by Erika's reaction that she was enjoying the attention immensely and that made me want to please her all the more. I stopped the kissing and licking and I started to work my tongue deep inside her, pulling her cheeks as far apart as I could - to get as deep as I possibly could. By her reaction I could tell it was sheer bliss for her and that reaction only increased my enjoyment. I could not believe the sensation I was feeling with my tongue as far in Erika's ass as it could go and suddenly I just could not stand it anymore. I had to cum and I was reasonably sure she did too. I released the hold I had on Erika's cheeks, which slightly forced my head back and caused my tongue to be slightly dislodged from her ass. I moved one hand to my pussy and my other hand to Erika's pussy and I started to massage both of our clits, while I continued to lick her with as much intensity as I could muster. I started my orgasm almost immediately and my body began to shake and the more I shook the harder I massaged Erika's clit until I felt her body also begin to spasm. My orgasm hadn't subsided completely, but I wanted to focus my attention on Erika's clit and I continued the intense tongue fucking I was giving her. Her orgasm had been intense and it seemed to roll through her body in slow motion. My mouth was getting really sore now and for an instant I didn't know if her orgasm would outlast my jaw. Finally, I felt her spasms gradually subside and her hand covered my hand in a move I immediately understood to mean, 'easy baby!' I moved my body out from under Erika and worked myself up onto my feet. I was feeling a bit wobbly – especially on my heels. My jaw was sore and I had Erika's scent all over my face and I knew that alone could keep me in a constant state of arousal. My mouth was parched and I knew I needed water so I headed for the kitchen, where I grabbed four bottles of spring water from Debbie's refrigerator. I brought the bottles back to the bedroom and closed the door. I put two bottles on the dresser and unscrewed the tops of the other two bottles and brought them over to the bed. Lisa had worked her body into a fascinating position. At one end she was sucking on one of Debbie's nipples while fondling the other with her hand. At the other end she kept her pussy directly over Debbie's right hand and she was rubbing or grinding it against her fingers. It looked like she allowed Debbie to occasionally fondle her, but if either woman got too aroused Lisa would apparently move her pussy out of reach. As I watched her I realized it was a form of devilish torture and I wondered how many times Debbie had already been on the brink of an orgasm before she was denied. I got Lisa's attention and when she saw the water I could see a look of absolute relief on her face. She rose up and drank about half the contents, before she handed the bottle back to me. Then she returned her attention to Debbie's nipples as if she had never missed a beat. I took the other bottle and moved to the other side of the bed to get Debbie's attention. Once she finally realized what I was trying to do, I could tell she was way too confused to talk. I sensed that with what Lisa and Erika were doing to her she was suffering from sensory overload and she simply couldn't utter a single word. I held the bottle to her mouth with one hand and raised her head with the other and helped her drink. At first she started to consume the water too quickly spilling it on herself in the process, but then I slowed her down and let her finish the bottle. At first the look in her eyes was sheer appreciation. Then she tried to talk and I could tell she tried to mouth the words "release me." I reminded her that if she wanted it all to stop she had to use the escape word. Then I put my lips to hers and kissed her. I intended it to be a short kiss, but there was something about kissing Debbie that I just found addictive and once I started it was tough to stop. Within moments we began French kissing each other with such intensity I was starting to get wet again. Then Debbie's eye's opened wide and she yelled into my mouth. "Oh my god!" I knew I wasn't that great a kisser yet, so nothing I did would have caused that kind of a reaction in her. I pulled my head back to try and determine what had caused such a response in her and I immediately saw the answer. Erika's face was pressed tightly against Debbie's crotch and I knew first hand what she was experiencing. Debbie was now getting her nipples sucked and pinched by one girl and getting her pussy licked by another and I could only imagine the array of wonderful sensations she was experiencing. I pulled back to give her room to enjoy the time of her life without any further distractions. I finished the water that was in Lisa's bottle and put the empty bottles on the night stand before moving to the other side of the bed. I climbed onto the bed and lowered my body until I was roughly in the same position as Erica, but directly facing her. She saw me positioning myself alongside her and when my head was within inches of hers she pulled her face back and began using her hand on Debbie's clit. I wanted to participate too so I took my hand and began dragging my nails along Debbie's outer lips. I use that technique on myself whenever my nails are long enough and I knew it drove me batty. I was so close to Erika's face now that I could feel her wonderful breath against my lips. I know I wanted this to be all about Debbie, but I was overcome by the moment and the feelings that I've been developing for this woman. I moved my lips to hers and put my free hand at the back of her head, pulling her towards me, and then I began to kiss her with the intense passion that had been building within me for her since yesterday. If my life depended on it I would find it terribly difficult to identify whether Erika or Debbie was the better kisser. I'd easily classify each of them as sensational kissers, yet they're not remotely similar. I know that might sound confusing, but let me try and explain it to see if I can make it any clearer. Debbie's kisses are so gentle and sensual and kissing her almost makes you feel that you're about to lose contact with the rest of your body. You immediately become fully immersed in the wonderful feelings brought on by her sexy lips dragging sensually across your own that you soon become totally unaware of all else happening around you. She uses her tongue to occasionally vary the routine and tease, instead of using it as a weapon. I'd classify Debbie's approach as driving you slowly into a fantasy world with you wanting and desiring more, yet never getting your fill. If there's a more sensual or passionate animal on the planet than Erika I want her name. By her very appearance Erika oozes sensuality, but it's certainly not all talk. If you want any idea of what you're in for with that woman, all you have to do is spend about two minutes kissing her and you know that she owns you. Erika infuses passion into everything she does and nothing reflects that more than her style of kissing. She takes charge and you know it immediately and in the blink of an eye she will kiss you more passionately that anyone ever has before her, while at the same time using her teeth and her tongue in a controlled assault on your mouth that simply leaves you breathless. I guess in a word, kissing Debbie is like a total out of body experience. Kissing Erika is like a total body experience, because every single nerve ending wants to participate. So as we both lay there playing with Debbie's pussy, her fingers on the inside and mine on the outside, Erika continued to kiss and bite my lower lip, while raking the stud in her tongue across my teeth. Feeling her stud each time only got me wetter and I think she could sense that. Then I felt her begin to massage my cheeks with her free hand and then she started to work her fingers between them towards my ass. God, how I wished I had another free set of hands to assist her back there by spreading my cheeks fully apart. As she got closer to her goal I realized how badly I wanted her fingers inside me back there and I elevated my butt, trying to hasten her along. We'd barely gotten started into a routine when we both felt Debbie's body begin to convulse. Erika and I opened our eyes wide at the same instant and we each knew what was about to happen. I also suspected that this was going to be Debbie's first orgasm of the evening and I was ready to enjoy it vicariously. Instinctively we both pulled our hands away from Debbie's pussy at the same instant and they were immediately replaced by Erika's face. Although I could not see exactly what she was doing to her, I suspected that it was the same wonderful thing that she did to me a couple days ago. And then as the lower half of Debbie's body was beginning to levitate off the bed I was certain of it. Erika was sucking and nibbling on her clit and dragging her stud across it. I could vividly recall that a combination of those three things nearly put me into orbit last Thursday night at the restaurant. Moments later Debbie erupted and I realized that Erika was unaware that she was a squirter. I would imagine that sort of experience would affect each woman differently. I know at first it surprised the hell out of me because I was totally unaware that some women could ejaculate, but it had the effect of turning me on tremendously. Now I wondered what effect it would have on Erika. I didn't have to wait long to find out. I knew immediately when Debbie started to ejaculate because Erika's body also started to spasm. I sensed she was starting to cum too so I quickly moved my hand between her legs to massage her clit. It was hard for me to imagine that Erika could be overcome be so much stimulation, but I think that was now happening to her. I watched in utter amazement as she pulled her head off of Debbie's clit and replaced it with her hand. At first I had no idea why she made the change, but then it fell into place for me. Erika had positioned her face directly in front of Debbie's pussy and I could now see that Debbie was ejaculating all over her face. I thought it was one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen. I was now rubbing Erika's clit between my thumb and index finger and she was using her free hand to pinch her nipple. Just watching the entire scene unfold before my very eyes was enough to finally push me over the edge. Using my free hand I started to furiously apply stimulation to my own little fun place and moments later I joined Erika and Debbie in a massive orgasm that seemed to magically envelop the three of us. As I closed my eyes, the orgasm raked through my body and I remember rubbing Erika's and my pussy as if our lives depended on it. Although the first orgasm seemed to start out small, between the added stimulation and watching Debbie squirt all over Erika's face, it all finally proved to be just too much for me and another successive orgasm, even more potent than the first, began to invade my body. I think I might have even passed out for a moment. When I opened my eyes Erika was lying next to me on her back and her breathing was accelerated. I couldn't even see Debbie's face, but at least the lower half of her body had calmed down. I crawled over to Erika and while my hand continued to rub the outer folds of her pussy, I started to gently lick and kiss her face in the same manner Debbie did to me our first night together. She opened her eyes and looked at me in a way she hadn't done before and then she spoke in a whisper. "My god Jordan, you're an incredible lover. I could get so used to doing this with you." I thought that was quite a testimonial from the person who I considered to be the sexiest woman I'd ever seen, but she just had an orgasm and I wasn't going to hold her to that statement anytime soon. I just smiled at her without saying a word and continued to kiss and lick her face clean. She was too spent to do anything but lay there and that was totally fine with me. And at that moment I was really glad I had Debbie, because I knew it would be terribly easy to fall head over heels in love with this woman, but I wasn't exactly sure there was any real future in it. I kept kissing and fondling Erika for the longest time, loving every minute of it. I hate to admit it, but for a while it was as if we were the only ones in the room and once I realized I was feeling that way I made a real effort to stop and get off the bed. I think normally she would have been surprised and maybe even hurt that I left her, except she remembered we all were really there for another purpose. I got a bottle of water from the dresser and opened it and leaned over to hold it for Erika. I knew she must be dehydrated from all her oral activity and would probably consume the entire bottle and I was right. When I took the empty bottle away I glanced up at the other end of the bed and I was delighted to see that Lisa had changed positions. She was now sitting on Debbie's face and I could see Debbie's tongue working away at Lisa's pussy. Lisa was leaning against the headboard with her arms spread across the back. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was rolling back and forth between her lips. It was more than obvious that she was thoroughly enjoying being serviced by Debbie and from what I could see down below, Debbie was also enjoying every moment, as well. Erika leaned up on her arms and saw what I was staring at. Then she looked at me and spoke. "Would you like to taste Lisa now?" That was a really difficult question for me to answer. I knew I loved Debbie, as in spend the rest of my life with her kind of love, and if it had just been her and me in that room I would have been deliriously happy. As you no doubt can tell, however, I also have developed some rather intense feelings for Erika. I haven't determined the exact nature of those feelings yet, but I suspect they may be more like lust. Of course, I also know that under the right conditions they could be a lot more. Lisa also oozed sex appeal. Her long dark hair and those killer eyes would easily be enough for any woman. Of course, there was more – a lot more. She also had that incredible body and it was so close right now I knew that if I didn't jump at the chance I might not get another. But all that said, I opted for the more politically correct response. "I'd much rather spend the rest of the night between your legs, but I'd be cheating Debbie. I know how much she wants you." The smile on Erika's face told me that was exactly the right answer. She crawled off the bed onto my side and wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss that could have caused me to totally rethink the way I looked at the world. Then she moved towards the headboard and whispered to Lisa, who looked over at me and smiled. Then Lisa carefully rolled off of Debbie's face. Unfortunately no one had stopped to tell Debbie what was about to happen and the look on her face after Lisa's pussy was taken away was like that of a child who had just had her candy yanked from her hand. For an instant I was not sure whether she was going to cry or try to kill someone. That look lasted for about two seconds until she saw that Erika was about to take Lisa's place. Then Debbie looked over at me and smiled for an instant before Erika lowered her incredible body down onto Debbie's face. Then she leaned back and grabbed the headboard with her hands and quickly fell into the same rhythm that Lisa was in only moments earlier. The clock on Debbie's nightstand was reading ten thirty. We'd been engaged in our little love fest for more than ninety minutes and although I already had two orgasms it seemed as if we had just gotten started. I watched Lisa on the other side of the bed rummaging through Erica's Versace bag and then she pulled out some lipstick and reapplied it to her lips. All the while her eyes never broke contact with mine. Standing there in just those thigh highs and high heels was enough to get my motor running all over again. I was pretty surprised by myself thus far. Even after two or I should say nearly three orgasms I was still ready and eager to play some more. This was nothing like the Jordan I used to know but in truth I was definitely not that person any more and would never be again. I took a quick look at the head of the bed and I could tell Debbie had died and gone to heaven. I had no idea how long she had been fantasizing about licking Erika's pussy and I was so glad I had something to do with making it finally happen. I crawled onto the bed in the huge hollow between Debbie's legs and gave Lisa my most inviting smile. It must have worked because she smiled back at me and proceeded to climb onto the bed. I was sitting with my back to the left side and my legs straight out towards the other side. Lisa positioned herself so that she was now sitting directly in front of me between my legs, with her legs straddling my hips and my legs straddling hers. We sat there staring at each other. Our pussies and our faces were barely inches apart. I immediately thought about the kiss she had given me earlier and I could feel my juices starting to flow once again. I broke eye contact with her and looked down at her boobs which were touching mine. I was too new at this lesbian thing to have ever considered whether I loved large boobs or small. Debbie's were a perfectly normal size and I absolutely loved kissing and sucking on them. Erika's were quite a bit larger and on her beautiful tall slender frame they were simply perfect. Now I was staring at the largest boobs I'd ever seen in my life and I realized my hands had moved to them and I was gently caressing them and playing with Lisa's incredibly large nipples.