0 comments/ 51232 views/ 3 favorites Marrying Angel By: Mountain Rider This is follow-on story for the "Learning to Love Myself" series ***** Hi everyone, Elain here again. I know I owe everybody the stories that I hinted at when closing my "Learning to Love Myself" narrative, but recent events make this tale more immediate. You see, Angel has gotten married. If you haven't read my "Learning to Love Myself" narrative and don't plan to, let me at least give you this primer. I am: early thirties, bisexual, redheaded, mechanical engineer, with natural 36E breasts, a longstanding addiction to masturbating, and a penchant for fitness swimming. My best friend is Angel. She's two years older and four inches taller than I am, part Portuguese via Brazil, long dark hair, olive skin and even bigger natural breasts, which run in her family as you shall see. We met a million years ago in college and had a wonderful on again / off again sexual romance. It was Angel that helped me come to grips with my bisexuality, and even though we were sexually active with each other, she's straight otherwise. Angel is the chief financial officer for a large acquisitions firm a couple of states away from where I live. Everyone else, you can meet as we go. So let's do just that. ***** I love the way the thing vibrates between my thighs. For a crotch rocket, it is truly a work of art. It's got so much power packed into three race tuned cylinders and a tiny little supermodel of a chassis – like a really loud two-wheeled sewing machine on steroids, especially since I put the after-market exhaust on it. Yes, my motorcycle, what were you thinking? Of course, I know what you were thinking, but remember that I'm a mechanical engineer. This kind of thing gets me off too! Besides, it's red – the fastest color. I was headed toward Angel's hometown at slightly more than legal speeds to help her get ready for and to be in her wedding in three days time. She hated it when I would tear-ass across multiple states on my bike. It was not meant to be a touring machine, but it does get you there quickly. Still, at the end of the day, I was going to be really stiff. She always worried about the wear and tear on me and the fact that she couldn't even call me on my cell phone to see if I was okay along the way. As promised though, I sent her a text message at each fuel stop so she'd be able to track my progress. I geared down into the parking lot at the Thai restaurant where I was supposed to meet Angel and Eric, her intended, and spotted them at a table inside next to one of the large windows. I idled into a hash-marked parking place outside that window and killed the power. Swinging my leg off the beast, I shed the armored gloves and unzipped the top to my leathers. This, of course, unveiled (some would say "unleashed") the twins, proudly shoved up and together in a tight black halter top. Next, the helmet chin strap was unthreaded, the helmet lifted off, the ponytail sheath removed, and I shook my long mane of bright red hair loose like a shampoo commercial. A high-school kid driving a pickup truck in the Burger King drive-thru next door ran over the curb; a guy crossing the parking lot with a takeout box dropped his food; and a Nissan rear-ended a panel truck on the road next to the restaurant. Oddly enough all eyes were fixed on me. Imagine that. I popped out my ear plugs and dug my disc lock out of the tank bag; then bending over (at the waist, naturally) I put the lock on front brake disc, and the guy in the parking lot dropped his food again. I looked up to see Angel laughing and shaking her head inside and Eric wiping tears from his eyes, so I gave them a wink and headed for the front of the restaurant. It's hard to believe I used to be an introvert isn't it? Moments later, I walked through the door, smiled my way past the hostess to their table, and plunked down my helmet in an unoccupied chair. "It's amazing that you can move your hips that way when you walk in leathers," Eric said as he continued to wipe tears of mirth from his eyes. "Hello big sister," I said and bent to kiss Angel. "Hi baby," Angel replied after the kiss. I turned to Eric and grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt in mock menace. "Hey sugar. Have you been behaving yourself?" "Now why on earth should I start acting differently now?" he replied. "By which he means to say, that he's as perfect as always," Angel interrupted. "I hope so," I answered sweetly and blew him a kiss over my fist before letting him go. "Gotta pee, I'll be right back." As Eric and Angel watched my rather saucy leather-wrapped rear end diminish toward the restroom, I overheard Angel remarking sideways to her fiancée, "She's always been really protective of me. You know she adores you, right?" "I certainly hope so," Eric answered. "I think she's wonderful, and I know how important she is to you." ***** Angel was right. I do adore Eric. If I had to design a man from scratch to ideally suit Angel, he would have been Eric. So what do you suppose this ideal man does for a living to make him especially compatible with our girl? Financier? Accountant? Entrepreneur? Nope, it's even better. He's a chef! Actually, more accurately, he's an executive chef. You'd think it would be better if he also owned his own restaurant, but he freely admits that end of the career is best left to others. "They can take all the business headaches; I just want to cook the food," he's fond of saying. Besides, if he owned his restaurant, he'd never be able to leave it. As it is, he makes plenty of money (according to Angel) and has a nice apartment, and he actually gets to spend time there. He's also very good looking. Angel did well on that front. He's got that very clean, healthy, "I'm going to age disgustingly well", thing going on. He eats right, has no bad habits, is into Yoga, speaks well, laughs often, etc. etc. etc. If I didn't have my beloved Tess, I probably would have had to bonk Angel on the head and take Eric for myself. The way Angel sums him up is, "All this and he cooks too!" The girls in her office must loathe her. The only thing I feel a tiny bit bad about is that Eric doesn't know the depth to which Angel and I shared ourselves when we were younger. I was her only girl, and she was my first girl. It's something that still warms me in the deepest parts of my heart to think about. I still love her more than I can easily describe, but it's not the kind of love that would ever have sustained as a romance. We're family and that's that. Fortunately Angel and I are completely on the same page with all this and figure it's best if it stays our secret forever. That's not so say we're not intimate with each other any more. There's just no physical intimacy. We still share everything. I supported her through the bad time when her last boyfriend... well there's no need to go into that, but let's just say that it was an unexpectedly permanent breakup. She couldn't eat Thai food for a year afterward without crying. Anyway, she supported me through coming out to my parents about my bisexuality and the circus that ensued. On that – things are fine now, but for about a year my Mom introduced me to every (and I mean every) eligible bachelor she could find. It took a while to get to the bottom of it, but what it boiled down to was that neither of my parents really cared that I was bisexual. Mom was just worked up because she felt that her chances of having grandchildren had dropped by half. Once she admitted that, it all became a non-issue. But... I digress. Eric, he's great. Angel loves him and that's good enough. Like I said though, we share everything, so I have to let you know (as you knew I would) that she had also reported that he's awesome in bed. The word was that he actually put her pleasure first and was quite creative in his affections. In blunt terms, she claimed that he might even be as good as I was at eating her pussy. That made me jealous for all kinds of complicated reasons, but I had to remind her that I have gotten even better at eating pussy since those days. So there. She never mentioned his cock, but perhaps she figured I wouldn't be interested in knowing. So, being me, I asked directly what it was like, and what he was like with it. All she would say is, "Better than any of them." Shorter? Longer? Thicker? Heavier? Thinner? More skilled? More textured? More smooth? More staying power? What in particular? I asked all this and more. She just shook her head, "Better than any of them. I'm not holding back on you, Elain; I wouldn't do that. I just can't explain it in any different words." So that's when I cooked up my plan and we made our wager. ***** Angel and Eric had taken off on a short errand to solve some problem with the reception venue, an activity from which I was grateful to be absolved. I, on the other hand, had left my bike at Angel's house and was sitting in her SUV on the freeway with eight billion (at least) of my closest friends on my way to the airport to pick up her grandmother from Rio. I was terribly afraid that I was going to be late. I had never met Grandmother Angelina, so Angel had equipped me with a sign stating "Avó Angelina" to hold up in the international concourse. I hoped that I'd recognize the lady from her photographs, or at least from her infamous description: Sweet, batty, little, old lady with breasts bigger than her head. I remember laughing to myself that Grandmother Angelina would be pleased to see that Angel had inherited more than her name. I slung the Toyota into a short term parking place, grabbed my sign, and scrambled into the international concourse with no time to spare. The monitors showed that the proper flight had arrived fifteen minutes earlier, so with any luck Grandmother Angelina hadn't cleared customs and immigration yet. Trying to look calm, I stood with all the other expectant families for a few minutes until I spotted a lady matching Grandmother Angelina's description, thwacking her way though the crowd with a cane and a bright orange rolling suitcase, and rattling a non-stop string of what I vaguely recognized as Portuguese expletive street talk. She spotted the sign and bushwacked her way over to glare up at me momentarily before allowing her wizened old face to erupt into a joyous smile. Apparently that smile runs in the family, as well. "Tarde boa, Avó Angelina," I greeted her respectfully and offered to take her suitcase. "Boa tarde, doce menina," she responded, put her suitcase down, and gave me a hug instead. "You must be Elain. It is good to finally meet my other grandchild." We bounced slowly off each other's massive breasts and Avó continued, "Mãe do Deus! I can see that you fit with the rest of the women in the family." ***** "Angelina!" Avó (as she insisted on being called) shouted at Angel when I delivered her to the house. You gotta love the way she says Ahn-zha-LEE-na. "Avó!" Angel replied, running in, and gathered the old lady into a hug. "It's been so long. How was your flight?" "Mãe do Deus! Eu v que você herdou o tesouro da família," Avó exclaimed, holding Angel at arm's length and looking her up and down. "Sim Avó. Obrigado para genes bons," Angel responded, also in Portuguese. "Apreciar seu inheritance. Você olha bonito, meu querido," the old lady answered with a low whistle. I had Angel translate this exchange later and help me record the Portuguese for this narrative. The rough version is that Avó was marveling the scale of Angel's front-end accessories and remarked that she could see that Angel had inherited the family treasure. Angel thanked here and attributed it to her good genes. Eric and I didn't really understand a word of it, and we stated as much when he entered the room. About this time Eric walked in, and we both interrupted in stereo, "Eu não compreendo." It was funny enough to break everyone into laughter. "I am sorry," Avó said and turned to us. "It has been a long time since seeing Angelina in person. She is so grown up now. I am just telling her she look beautiful." Meanwhile Angel was behind her grandmother, pointing at her chest and mouthing the words, "She was commenting on my tits." I had to stifle more laughter as Avó moved over to embrace Eric. "You are much taller than you seemed in your sweet letters you are sent to me. It is good to meet you in person too, doce menino. How do you like being surrounded by all these beautiful tetas?" "Avó!" Angel chastened. "I speak then like I see them, meu querido," the old lady laughed and bounced her own huge bosom in her hands. "Now where can I lie the old bones down for a time?" Angel, scarlet with embarrassment, led her to the bedroom to rest. Eric and I just tried not to laugh. ***** "So when does Tess get here?" Eric asked. "Not until tomorrow. She's flying in from a technology conference tonight and will drive my pickup truck here early tomorrow. When we head back, we'll put the bike in the back of the truck and ride together. I came early just to get some two-wheel time." "How long have you two been dating now?" he asked delicately, clearly not sure about the right way to describe the relationship. "Almost two years," I grinned. "She's amazing." "I don't mean to pry, but I'm high on the marriage idea now. Do you think it will turn out to be a permanent relationship with Tess?" "You're working way too hard to be politically correct, sugar... but yeah, I hope so. I really love her, and I'd like us to stay together." "I can tell. You light up when you talk about her." "She's the first person since Angel who has really brought out the best in me. I think that matters a lot," I explained. "She's easy on the eyes too." "She certainly is," affirmed Angel as she came back into the room, "definitely one hot chick. A whole room full of people can lose its train of though when she walks in. When I first met her, I pulled Elain aside and told her to park herself on that woman's face and never get up." "I look forward to meeting her," Eric stated, now finding his turn to blush. Then he realized that probably didn't come out right and tried to fix it. Angel let him dig a hole for a minute before kissing him on the cheek and stage-whispering, "Baby, I'll be keeping your face warm. Don't you worry about that." "How's Avó?" Eric asked once he pulled himself back together. "Completely insane... ... oh, you meant physically? She's fine, just worn out from the trip. She's eighty-one now, so she's entitled to be tired." Angel turned to me, "I showed her the dress and she loves it. Once Mom gets here from the hotel, the four us can finish making the veil together. Then Mom will take Avó back to the hotel with her, and you and Tess can have the spare room while you're in town." Then turning back to Eric, Angel apologized, "You'll have to entertain yourself this evening while we do girly stuff. I'll call you when the dress and stuff are put away and the fuss has died down." "No problem. The crew at the restaurant still wants me to come in some evening soon for a 'bachelor party' – by which they mean they'll cook me all my favorites at no charge and forbid me to come into the kitchen. I'll just call and tell them it will be tonight. I shouldn't be too late, so call when you're done." With that we shooed him out the door. ***** So yeah, Tess... oh dear, where to start with Tess? She is an irresistible mix of contradictions. We met at the development firm where I work, and I immediately figured she was some kind of receptionist or ornamental administrative assistant. She's gorgeous (more on that in a minute), with really large blue eyes, and kind of a permanent spacey expression. She also has a really odd accent. As she heard a lot when she was growing up in the Deep South, "She talk kinda funny". Her parents are both Austrian mathematicians who worked in some kind of top secret facility in East Tennessee before their retirement. You know the one? It had a project many years ago named after an island in New York? Anyway, Tess was born in Tennessee and grew up speaking a weird combination of the local East Tennessee dialect, plus German and Hungarian at home. It's a completely charming and disarming kind of Dolly Parton meets Heidi Klum sound, if you can imagine. Unfortunately, most people assume she's an idiot the moment she opens her mouth, and I was also guilty of that blunder. It doesn't help her first impression that she's blonde and nearly as big chested as I am. Even though she dresses fairly conservatively and wears glasses, the tilt of her head when she looks at you and the way she glazes over and chews the end of a pen when she thinks make her look three seconds away from tossing the glasses, shaking loose the hair bun, and sliding down a brass pole with a garter full of dollar bills. All that said, I was stunned to find out that she is actually "Dr." Wörlein, or as the framed Ph.D. diploma in her office states it, "Astrid Tesseract Wörlein, Doctor of Physics". Yeah – tesseract – a little gift from her math geek parents. You can see why she goes by Tess. I'm a math geek myself, so I always thought her real name was kind of cool. Speaking of cool (nice segue, eh?), Tess is the expert on thermodynamics where I work, which is why she's there. Or as she put it in her breathy exotic voice, the first time we shook hands, "I am in charge of how we move de heat around." God, I just wanted to lick her right then and there. About a year and a whole lot of job mileage later, I discovered that she wanted that too! Our relationship is quiet but well known at the firm. We work in the same department but are not connected by a direct chain of command, so the firm has no problem with it. In fact, it actually helped ease tensions around the office when it slowly became public knowledge that we were a couple. Ninety percent of the employees are male, so to establish "officially" that neither of us is sexually available, helped a lot of engineers focus more on their jobs and a lot of engineers' wives let go of their anxieties about their husbands working late. It's one of those times that we ladies are on the nice side of a double-standard. Two men in a romantic relationship are "fags". Two women are "hot". I don't get it, but it's nice to not have to hide my love for Tess. I'm sure there is a pervasive fantasy life about what we do in our private time, but we're both so focused and driven in our jobs that we don't put that vibe out when in the office at all. Okay maybe there's a little abject femininity displayed, but only a little. It helps to occasionally remind the rest of the staff that neither one of us is actually "one of the guys." ***** You know they say you can tell how a woman is going to age by looking at her mother. If that's really the case, Eric is set for life. Angel's mom, Vera, is somewhere in her mid fifties and is completely smoking hot. Every time I see her, I'm amazed at how effortlessly glamorous she is. She has the fabulous body, good hair, and smooth skin of a woman much younger and the grace and class that age endows to pull it all off without looking like she's trying to be any younger than she is. She's just that pretty – for real – which I suppose is why she had no reservations hopping nude into Angel's big Jacuzzi with us later that evening. That tub is awesome. It's a standalone model that Angel had put in special along with tiled steps, recessed lighting, heated towel racks, framed mirrors, live ferns, etc. The room it's in was originally an exercise room or something, so the tub just fit with room for the towel racks, a small refrigerator, and access to the jack-n-jill bathroom adjoining the spare bedroom. You could probably fit six people in the tub if you were cozy, so we ladies had room to stretch. Of course Avó came in with us as well, but you probably get the idea that Avó does whatever Avó wants. Marrying Angel "Tetas everywhere. So much tetas!" she said as she slipped into the hot water. "Avó!" "She's right," Mom said and took a sip from her glass of wine. "We are a very curvy collection of ladies. If Tess were here already, there would scarcely be room in the tub for all the breasts." It was true. Ignoring the off-the-chart Avó contribution for a moment, there were six impressive orbs being jostled and jiggled around at the turbulent surface of the water. I'd have to guess that Mom is at least a double D cup – at least. I'm bigger that that and Angel is bigger than me. Tess would have added two more double Ds to the circle of flesh. The old lady nailed it, "Tetas everywhere." "Tess is your special friend, sim?" Avó asked. "Yes ma'am," I answered, glancing sideways at Mom, to make sure I hadn't put my foot in it. I didn't know how Avó felt about same sex couples. Mom gave me a reassuring look in return. "It is good to have a special friend lady," Avó said thoughtfully. "There are some things that men just don't understand properly, sim? Only another lady has the knowing of your true heart sometimes. "You remember this Angelina. Your Eric is your verdadeiro amor – your true love as it is said, but you don't forget your ladies, ok? We mothers and sisters and someday maybe daughters – we are where you come from and where you going. We keep each other's hearts and secrets, sim?" "Truth in the hot tub," Angel said. "I'll remember that Avó, I promise." Mom raised her wine glass and toasted, "Here's to ladies – what makes us different and what makes us the same! Cheers! Felicidades!" "Felicidades!" we all repeated and raised our glasses. "Saúde para as grandes tetas!" Avó contributed. "And cheers to big tetas!" we all repeated, giggling. "It is a good thing you not have to move out of this place," said Avó after setting her glass down. "This tub is very nice. Eric is a lucky menino to marry a girl with her own house." "Truth in the hot tub," Angel repeated and winked at me. ***** "Helloo-oo?" It was nine o'clock in the morning when I heard Tess's voice from the front door of Angel's house. I was sitting in Angel's kitchen in my bathrobe, checking email on my laptop, and eating breakfast. Angel, as you could probably guess, wasn't up yet. I dashed around the corner to see my darling standing in the doorway framed in the morning light. She was wearing a white sun dress with quarter-sized blue flowers on it. It came to mid-calf, accentuating her blue strap sandals, and the décolletage allowed the swell of her breasts to be tantalizingly visible. She'd rolled her hair and was wearing her big-ass prescription driving sunglasses. With the clothes, hair, shades, European cheekbones, and bright lipstick, she looked like a 1950s movie star. Her right hand held the door open, and her left rested on her tilted hip. "Goot morning, sugar." I thought I could make an entrance. I had nothing on Tess. ***** "You swam this morning," she said as we completed our hug and kiss. "I can feel it in your back." "There's a pool at the hotel where Angel's parents are staying. I went over early this morning and used her mom's pass key," I explained. "You look so gorgeous! How can you look that good after a 400 mile drive? For that matter how can you be here so early?" "I changed my return flight last night and flew directly here this morning. Then I rented a car at de airport that we can drive back home and trailer your bike behind." She put her sunglasses back on and rested the back of her hand on her forehead in a fake swoon. "Sadly I was forced to stay an extra night in de four star hotel in order to make it all work out." "Awww, times are tough – and get rid of those wretched sunglasses! Between them and your bad accent you look like 'The Lesbianator'." "In a sundress even!" she said, grinning and tossing the shades away. She pulled me to her and slid her arms inside my bathrobe to caress my skin as we kissed again. "I missed you." "I missed you too, baby," I replied. She felt so good. That's the thing about finding someone you really love – you fit in ways with her the way you don't with other people. "Where is de bride?" I inclined my head toward Angel's bedroom door. "Where do you think?" Tess curled her lip and winked. "I'll be back," she said, and started for Angel's door, slowly since she didn't have her regular glasses on. "You did not just say that," I said and shook my head. "What did I just tell you about being 'The Lesbianator'?" Tess stuck out her tongue at me as she slipped silently into Angel's room. All was quiet for a minute and then – BRRRAAAAAAP! "Ewwww! Tess! Get off me you blonde weirdo!" came Angel's shriek, followed by fits of giggling. "Rise and shine buxom baby!" Tess shouted over the giggling. BRRAAP! BRRAAAAAAAP! I walked up and opened the door to see Tess blowing raspberries on Angel's naked belly, while Angel tried to fight her off and not bludgeon Tess's head with her breasts. "Ewwww! Tess, quit it!" "Get up, get up, get up! Or I -- whup!" Angel had grabbed her by shoulders and tossed her over onto the bed. You have to remember that Angel is four inches taller than me and just a strong. She had the leverage on Tess. "Now who's got who?" Angel said and began tickling Tess, who quickly became helpless with laughter. "Save me Elain!" Tess called. "I have been unfairly attacked by de busty one." I did the only thing a sane person in my situation could do. I shucked off my bathrobe and jumped naked in the middle of it. Sure we were all working professional adults, but sometimes you've just got to be a girl. ***** Angel had her morning shower while Tess brought her stuff (and the rest of mine that I couldn't bring on the bike) in from the car and into the spare bedroom. Then Tess had a shower to "wash de airline off" herself. After that, the three of us sat around naked on towels on the living room, painting our toenails and picking at some leftovers from Angel's refrigerator for lunch. Okay, for once we did fit a stereotype fantasy image. Yes, girls will actually do this if they're good friends or lovers. Well stereotypes have to come from somewhere, right? I would love to have a picture what it looked like: Angel, dark haired and olive skinned; Tess, blonde and pink; and me, red haired, pale and freckled; and of course, "Tetas everywhere." "Well I called him and got it all set up," Angel said. "All that remains is for us to get everything ready and see how it all plays out. He doesn't suspect a thing, but then again, why would he?" "I'm sorry you have to be the one to do it, baby," I said to Tess. "I think it will be fun," she answered. "I'm just worried about him being angry and it coming down on Angel. We can just go home, but Angel is going to live with him every day." "He won't be angry," Angel assured us both. "Oh sure he'll probably be pissed at first until we explain it to him, but once the embarrassment fades, he'll be suitably grateful for your sacrifice. I mean really, how many men get a wedding present like this?" "You're awfully confident," I observed. "Of course," Angel replied, "I know my man." ***** I had to admit my heart was pounding. We had worked hard on Tess's makeup and hair and admittedly she looked both wicked and exquisite, but not too made up. Her full lips were deep red and glossed and her ice-blue eyes just popped in the outlining and shadow that Angel had done for her. She looked absolutely stunning in her red silk kimono, all the more because you could easily tell when she moved that she had nothing on underneath. Eric had let himself into the house fifteen minutes earlier and was relaxing in the hot tub. Angel had peeked discreetly into that room and reported that he had his eyes closed and that the jets were running to cover any noise we might make, so it was time to turn Tess loose, as hard as I was finding it. She blew me a kiss (so as not to disrupt her lipstick) and gave me reassuring pat on the hand before tiptoeing out of the spare bedroom. Angel had informed Eric that we would be out running errands and that she would call him when we were on the way back. Then we would all eat dinner together, and he could meet Tess. He was supposed to relax in the tub until he got the call. Needless to say we were not out running errands, and the plan was somewhat different. We counted to ten before carefully letting ourselves into the bathroom adjoining the spare bedroom and the room where the hot tub was. We opened the other door a crack so we could see the room clearly. This put us behind and to one side of Eric and opposite the way Tess was coming into the room. She stole up to the top of the tiled steps and put one foot on the edge of the tub. This allowed her kimono to split along that leg almost to her upper thigh. The effect was brilliant. I know I mentioned at the end of my Learning to Love Myself narrative that Angel and I had both enjoyed voyeuristic experiences, specifically each watching the other, but this was different. We were both watching our respective loved ones, and as hard as it was for my heart, I have to admit that my pussy liked it. I could feel the tingle starting between my thighs. "Goot afternoon, sugar," Tess drawled. Eric nearly jumped out of his skin, and Angel and I had to suppress our laughter. The tension was so thick that we both almost erupted in silliness the moment Tess spoke. "H-Hi," Eric stammered. "I'm Tess." "W-What are you doing here? Where are Angel and Elain?" "You must be Eric," my bombshell continued unabated. "Yes?" he answered. It sounded more like a question. "I would hug you, but you seem to be in a compromising position. Are you naked under de water?" Tess asked peering over the edge. "Um yes, could you hand me a towel please?" "I don't think so," she answered and held a finger up to her lips, thinking. "Maybe I should just get in with you and hug you there?" "No, I don't think that's a good idea," Eric stated nervously. "Ah, you think it will ruin my kimono," Tess said. "It's no problem, see?" And with that, she pulled the kimono's ties and it slipped off her like water. There she stood, blonde above, blonde below, and all soft curves, pale, pink, and rose in between. "This is like bad porno," I whispered to Angel. "Yeah, but isn't it exciting?" she whispered back. "Oh no, this isn't happening," Eric groaned. "Of course it is," Tess answered and stepped down into the tub. Rather than going all the way in, though, she sat on the edge with just her lower legs in the water. She then put her hands next to her butt on the edge so her shoulders rolled back and arched her spine just enough to thrust her fan-damn-tastic tits toward the poor man. "There, we are both naked now, so how about that hug?" "No, I still don't think it's a good idea." "Why not? Aren't you happy to meet me?" "Sure, but.." "Or maybe, you're embarrassed because – " Tess swirled the toes of one foot in the direction or Eric's submerged body, " – looking at me is making your cock get hart?" "Well-- " "And you're afraid it will rub against me when we hug?" Tess did this little wiggle when she said "rub". It's difficult to describe, but it was innocent, cute and playful; and it accentuated her hips and set her breasts wobbling at the same time. "Look this is really uncomfortable for me," Eric said. "I'm getting married the day after tomorrow, and to be having this conversation with a beautiful naked woman I've just met in my future wife's hot tub is probably near the top of the list of things not to do." "What if I told you she knows I'm here? What if I told you that I am her pre-marriage gift to you?" "Excuse me?" Tess very slowly opened her legs, and it was as if the lights in the room dimmed slightly except for one spot from the recessed lighting that seemed to be shining directly on her soft blonde and pink pussy. Tess brought her hands forward to her inner thighs and let her nails rest on the soft skin there. Her upper arms very subtly pushed her breasts even further forward and squeezed them together. "I am de temptress, dear man." You readers really have no idea what that sounded like. Tess has a way of putting a lot of breath behind a word, and to hear her string out three syllables of "temp-ter-ess", even over the sound of the tub jets, was just agony. I gave Angel a pained look and whispered, "Okay, she's really turning me on. I can feel myself getting seriously wet." Angel returned the look and surprised me with, "Me too!" She registered my surprise and elaborated somewhat sheepishly, "You know I like to watch." "Me too," I admitted and winked. "I am de fantasy," Tess continued. "I am de last wild fuck before you tie yourself to de same woman forever." Tess inched her hands inward toward the junction of her thighs and continued, "I am your last gift of freedom. I am your last chance to bury your face between another woman's tits." She gave herself another little shimmy, "And I have very nice tits, don't you think?" Eric appeared to be staring like a man transfixed, as Tess delivered the killing blow. She stroked her fingers lightly up her soft pussy lips and brought them away shiny with moisture. We could see it, so I knew Eric could see it. "I am de last exotic taste. I am your last opportunity to slide your cock into another woman's hot pussy before all your options disappear. You can see – I'm wet. I'm tight. I'm hot. I'm ready for you Eric." "You," Eric began, "are full of shit. Angel would never agree to it and neither would Elain. More to the point, I would never agree to it." Tess smirked and licked the wetness from her fingers while staring him straight in the eye. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. "Don't you like what you see? I can see your hart cock in de water. It's throbbing says you do." "Yeah well, it doesn't make the decisions. I'm going home, and I suggest that you get dressed before Angel and Elain get back and skin us both." He stood up and turned toward the bathroom to climb out of the tub. Simultaneously Angel swung open the door and revealed us. She squealed, "Whoo-hoo! Right answer baby!" Eric exclaimed, "What the hell?" And I quite delicately said, "Holy shit!" Before I move on with what happened next, I have to explain. You see Eric was pointing his very hard, very beautiful cock right at us. It had been quite a while since I had seen a cock close up in real life, and his (as I explained before) was the subject of some intense curiosity. Contrary to what my male readers might expect, we ladies (even those of us who are purely heterosexual) don't obsess about the penis. We may be impressed by a man's size occasionally, but we don't care about the numbers. You may be X long by Y wide, but it doesn't mean anything to us. You see, we understand that it's not a contest. Men don't. What is vastly more important to a lady is how a cock feels in her hand, in her mouth, and in her body. Size plays into that, but shape and texture are equally important, and technique trumps them all. All women have their own preferences as well, so you can be assured that there is a woman out there somewhere looking for exactly what you've got. Angel had found a real winner in Eric. I knew her well enough to know that the cock pointed at us was exactly what she likes. He was quite large, without being what we refer to as "novelty size" (refer to our PB dildo in my last series of stories), and beautifully shaped. The shaft was curved and veined, and it had a very prominent head. He was also probably the thickest I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot. Excessive length can hurt sometimes, but a lot of girth almost always feels great. He also probably had the largest balls I've ever seen, though maybe that was just coincidence from having been in the hot water. All that said, it became immediately clear to me why Eric's cock was indescribably "better than any of them" for Angel – he precisely met her ideal in all respects. "Elain, honey," Tess said, much more demurely than moments before. "Can you hand me my glasses? I can't see anything." "Sure baby," I said and rounded the tub to put them in her hand. Tess has really terrible vision, but we figured she would look sexier without the glasses covering her eye makeup. She was doing well to find the tub in the first place, much less connect intimately with the big blur that was Eric. "Ha! We won, we won!" Angel giggled and bounced up and down. "Would someone like to tell me what the fuck is going on... like slowly?" Eric exasperated at us all. "Well, I suppose we should," I said. "Here's a towel Eric. You'd better cover that beautiful thing before one of us climbs up on it. And here's a towel for you, sugar. Let's have a conversation." ***** "See it all started with me bragging to Elain about how perfect you are," Angel began. "We share everything, you know that, so being Elain, she asked about your intimate bits." "Yeah, that is like me to do that," I added. "What little I told her really intrigued her, but women can only describe man things to other women in vague terms. She wanted to see you for herself." "You could have asked," Eric said, clearly upset. "True, but you would have said no because you're too shy. Not only that, but you would have felt self-conscious around Elain from then on." "Hmmm... both true," Eric admitted. "However it didn't seem fair to just surprise you naked, and Elain wanted to see your penis at its best, so to speak. So we had Tess seduce you." "It had to be Tess," I explained. "She's an unknown quantity to you, so she could pull it off. If I had tried to do it, you would have known something was up. It just isn't like me to do something like that, and you'd know that." "So all this was an elaborate plan just to give me an erection so you could see it! What the hell is the matter with you girls?" "See, I told you he would be angry," Tess said shaking her finger at Angel and me. "Wait for it..." Angel cautioned. Then back to Eric, "Only partly. Another part is that the girls like to visit, and we all spend time in the tub naked. They didn't want to give that up or go through the hemming and hawing of the topic with you, so we tricked you into an 'ice-breaker' situation. You've seen every yummy inch of Tess; and they've seen all that you've got, so now there's no reason to be embarrassed." "No reason at all," Tess confirmed. "Now that I can actually see you, I can say that I definitely like de view." "Okay, okay, all this seems reasonable if silly, but why the elaborate seduction subterfuge. I mean you had poor Tess spread open in front of me." "Partly to get you hot and hard, mmmm-hmmm!" I answered. It was nice see that I can still make a man blush. "But also because Angel and I had a bet. You see, the wedding present is real." "You don't seriously mean for me to make love to Tess do you? I mean she's incredibly hot, but I'm sorry, I can't do that." "Thank you, sweetie!" Tess chimed in. "Oh no," Angel explained. "We never intended that – in fact we counted on you rejecting her. The bet was how long it would take before you would bail out of the tub. The over/under was four minutes and you did it in three!" "I think Tess came on too strong too quickly. She could have had you going longer if she'd held back." "Not my fault," Tess pouted. "You said seduce, so I seduced. I even got my pussy wet for him." "Oh no, you were brilliant baby. I think you had us all going," I said. "But we still lost, so we have to make good on the bet." "And what was that?" Eric asked. I handed him an envelope. "You don't have to pay for your honeymoon. Tess and I are sending you both on a culinary tour of Spain." Marrying Angel Fortunately Angel and I were strong enough together to catch him when he fainted. Tess, quite unhelpfully, only contributed, "Don't break de hart cock!" from the other side of the tub. ***** Later, after a wonderful dinner with Angel's family, we four returned to the tub; and Eric got to see all my naughty bits as well. It was only fair. To his credit, he was a perfect gentleman, but I don't think his erection flagged the whole time he was in the tub with us. His plan was to spend the following evening with his father and brother, so he wouldn't see Angel until the ceremony the day after. I'm sure he was ready to burst by the wedding night – a fact later confirmed by Angel. After we sent Eric home, Angel and I had a good talk about how much we still loved each other and in what ways. Even though she adored Tess and I adored Eric, it was still something we needed to talk through. Sharing her has never been easy for me, and it was good to reaffirm our sisterly commitment. It was just like Avó said, we keep each other's hearts and secrets. Later that night Tess and I were cuddling, and I shared that bit of Avó's wisdom with her. "This from de little old lady whose first words to me were, 'More tetas!'?" "Yeah well, Avó is special that way." "Bless her heart," Tess said and put a soft kiss on the side of my left breast. "I've never understood what that means." "It's a polite Southern way of saying, 'Damn shame about her.'" Tess kissed my left breast again, harder this time, and her left hand reached across and began to caress the other breast. "Did I really do okay today?" "You were awesome, baby. It was all I could do to keep from moaning while watching you." "I thought licking de wetness from my fingers was a nice touch," she purred. "I know you had me melting. Angel, too, said you had her pussy juicing up." "Like this?" Tess asked and brought her other hand up from between her legs to caress her flavor across my lips. All girls are different. Tess is sweet -- syrupy sweet. "Mmmm-hmmm," I said as I tasted her. "Did you like seducing Eric?" "It was fun, but embarrassing too. He really is a beautiful man, but I still felt funny about it. I don't want to offend Angel in any way, and it's hard to reconcile respecting her and rubbing my pussy in front of her fiancée." "I understand, but it all worked out exactly like she said it would. I think she enjoyed the show as much as I did," I said. "Now climb up here and let me take care of you." "I was hoping you would say that," she grinned and in moments swung a leg over me. She steadied herself by holding onto the headboard, and planted her pussy on my mouth. I already mentioned the flavor of Tess, but she also has a confectionary scent. I tease her that she's fur-lined dessert. Needless to say, I wasted no time savoring her juice. Angel's pussy was the softest I've ever felt. Kim's was the tightest. Sarah's was the largest. Jesse's was the smallest. They were all delicious in their own unique ways. Tess's distinction is that she is the stickiest. I guess it goes with the sweetness, but her pussy just seems to grasp you and hang on, as it was doing with my tongue right then. I inserted it as far as I could and stroked her inner walls while she tickled my nose with her clit. "Oooo, thank you baby. I need de release after de build-up earlier," she sighed. I placed my hands on her hips to guide her rocking, and moved my tongue to the outside. This let her ride my tongue in the ways that felt best to her. Once she got her rhythm I was able to move my hands to her soft, round ass and grip it while she fucked my face. Peering up past her blond curls, I was treated with a view of her magnificent tits swaying in time with her hips. Her nipples were stone hard and her upper chest was starting to flush. I knew what these predictors and the change in the flow of her pussy's wetness signaled, and in short order she had a good, solid orgasm. Tess is usually good for two, so I helped to guide her down to the mattress and took up station between her legs for another go. She held her legs behind her knees and pulled them up and wide. I call this the "buffet position", because it lays everything bare to my tongue's ministrations. I dove back in and closed my lips around her clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue. Tess likes it a little rough sometimes, which she signaled to me by releasing her legs and pulling me by the hair against her flowing crotch. "That's it, sugar," she moaned. "Harder." I responded by strengthening my sucking and folding her legs back hard with my hands. My chin rubbed her opening and my tongue flew against her distended clit. "EE-Yesssss. Ooooo – my clit," she affirmed and pulled harder. "Suck it, sugar. Make me cum." I did my practiced best and felt her drenching my face in response. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she gasped and groaned. Tess is very expressive in bed and not afraid to request what she wants. It's one of the things I love about her. "Sweetie, could you give me a little back pressure, please," Tess asked breathlessly. "I'm close to cumming again, and I want it." Though I'm not a fan of it for myself, Tess likes a little anal stimulation. What she wanted then was a little pressure from my thumb right on her anus, pressing but not quite penetrating, so I reached under my chin and obliged. She claims it balances the clitoral assault and keeps all the feelings centered in her pussy. It didn't take more than a minute and she cut loose with a wash of soulful orgasmic contractions. Everything, pussy and ass, clenched at me, and her flood of flavor accompanied her quiet exhalation of, "Ooooooo, that's de besssssst! Yeaaaaahhhhh." We rested a few minutes with my head propped on her thigh. I just like to breathe her in after she cums sometimes. Then she said, "Change places, I know you need some lovin' too." We swapped around so that I could recline against the headboard and play with my tits while she ate me. I love doing that. Tess maneuvered between my thighs and bent toward my red furred mound with her ass in the air and dripping pussy facing the bathroom door just as mine had been minutes before. Something caught my attention there, and I wondered. "Angel has a very beautiful pussy," Tess mused as I guided her face to my nether lips. "I wonder what she tastes like." "I've wondered that myself," I replied, smiling inwardly. "Do you think she would ever– you know?" The bathroom door was open just a crack, and I'm sure that what I thought I saw through the crack was nothing but a trick of the eye. Still I blew a quick kiss toward the bathroom, just in case, before Tess dragged her tongue over my clit, and I gasped in pleasure. "No – uhhnnnnnn – Angel's not that kind of girl." "Oh well," Tess mused again between licks. "Bless her heart." ***** As usual, please vote here at the end if you like what you've just read and send me feedback if you are so inclined. I like to hear if people enjoy what I'm turning out. -- MR