13 comments/ 51258 views/ 4 favorites True to You in My Fashion By: truman5 "So why did you stand me up last week" the short dark-haired girl asked her blonde companion. They seemed an unlikely pair. Renata, the dark haired questioner wore no make-up, her outfit black except for the splashes of dried, brightly colored paint on her workshirt. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her only jewelry were rows of steel plugs that started at her earlobes and went up, outlining the outer ridge of her ears. Her friend, Anne, was, in contrast a tall blonde with perfectly coiffed hair, matching pearl earrings and necklace and a prim white blouse and gray flannel skirt that made her look like she had just come from hosting a benefit lunch at the country club. It was hard to believe that the two would have anything in common, but, in fact, they had been closest friends since elementary school. They had attended the same high school and then applied to, and were accepted at, the same college where they were roommates for all four years. Everyone marveled at how two people who were so completely different could be so close, but the two were inseparable, so much so that their friends all began to think of "AnneandRenata" as being one word. Throughout college, they double-dated. The partners changed, with Renata for a time dating men and later, after admitting to herself and everyone else her real orientation, a number of beautiful young women experimenting with their own sexuality. Anne, had fewer different dates, but each of them seemed to be the men most looked up to on campus. Although the identity of their dates changed, the one constant was the female odd couple of Anne and Renata. Their friendship continued after graduation and after Anne married Bob,. Renata was, of course the maid of honor. And when Anne gave birth to twins two years later, Renata waited in the waiting room, seething because she had not been allowed to be present in the birthing room because she was neither spouse nor relative. Even after that, the two continued to meet to catch up every Friday afternoon at a funky little tea shop in town. They missed their weekly tea only for the most important occasions and the previous week had been one such week. "I didn't stand you up," Anne said, "I told you I had to go to that three-day staff conference". "Oh yeah, I remember. How was it?" Anne stared into her tea while she slowly stirred it. "It was fine," she said and then slowly continued stirring her tea. "C'mon, we've known each other for too long for you to try to fool me. What's up". Anne's mouth tightened and she appeared to be carefully considering what to say next. "Ren, if I tell you something do you promise to keep it completely secret, I mean not tell anybody, anybody at all?" "Baby, we've been keeping secrets for more than twenty years, I'm not going to rat you out now." "We'll it's just that I did something kind of wrong and I need to talk about it." After several moments of silence, Ren tried to break the tension, "C'mon, what'd you do, use the wrong fork for your fish or wear the wrong color shoe for the season." "Just because you resent the fact that some people sometimes wear clothes that aren't black or eat with something other than chopsticks, don't take it out on me. No, this is serious." "So tell me", Renata said, staring across the table at her blushing friend who seemed to be struggling to speak. After several minutes of silence, Renata's eyebrows raised and she exclaimed "Oh my God, Annie, are you telling me you fucked a man other than your husband." Anne hurriedly looked around the restaurant and after she had assured herself that no one had overheard, said "Ren, you know I hate when you speak like that and no, I didn't f . . . . I, I didn't do that!" "So what's the big secret?" Anne said, It's kind of a long story." "Baby, I have all day and I love long stories." "Okay, well, every two years we have this big staff conference and we have three days of boring seminars. On the final night, there's always a big dinner in the hotel ballroom with a band and dancing. That night, I was sitting next to this new guy named Dan who is just out of college. He doesn't work in my group, but he doesn't get along well with his supervisor so when he has a question or wants to get suggestions about dealing with his supervisor, he comes to me. So I've kind of become a mentor to him. "I think I see where this is headed," Renata said, "Anne, you cougar." "Shut up, Ren. Anyway, I'm only four years older than him." "Four?" Renata asked. "Okay seven, but I look like I'm his age. Anyway, our relationship was always strictly professional . . . ." "That is until Anne the cougar went out hunting!" Renata said. "Shut up, Ren. So he had had a few drinks and was upset because he had gotten a nasty e-mail from his supervisor and, with all of the talk about lay-offs, was really scared. He had just gotten married, right out of college, and both he and his wife had huge school loans so he couldn't afford to lose his job". "So," Anne continued, "he was telling me about this incident with his supervisor, but the music was so loud we could barely hear each other. We were practically screaming into each other ears and a couple of times, he put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself as he talked. I thought he was being a bit familiar, but I figured he needed to lean over really far to speak with me and I could see why he had to balance himself". "So, it was hard to speak, either the music was too loud and we couldn't hear, or when, the music stopped, he was afraid someone would overhear so he asked if we could step outside the ballroom to speak" "Ah, the plot thickens," said Renata. "Tell me, is this guy cute?" Anne thought for a moment and replied, "Yeah, I guess he is. He's tall and thin with long dark hair. Looks kind of like a nineteenth century poet or something. He's got this vulnerable feeling about him, makes you want to mother and protect him." "Yeah, particularly if you're a cougar!" "Shut up Ren. Well, we get in the lobby and we just miss running in to his supervisor. He gets all scared that she'll see us talking and assume we're talking about her and so he asks me to come up to his room and tells me he has something to show me." "I'll bet. We're you worried about going up to his room after he had his hands all over you in the ballroom?" asked Anne. "He leaned on me a couple of times, Ren, he didn't have his hands all over me. And the only thing he seemed interested in was keeping his job. So we went up to his room." "And the second you were in his room he pounced on you, right?" "No." "You pounced on him? Like a cougar?" "No, Ren." "You forgot to tell me to shut up," Ren said. "It's implied. Anyway, I sat down on the couch and he came and sat down next to me to show me the ominous e-mail message on his Blackberry. We were both reading from the same Blackberry and I noticed that his face was really close to mine and I was a bit uncomfortable but I got the sense that he was only thinking about the e-mail. It turned out that it wasn't ominous at all, it was just a follow-up to a meeting he had missed. You could tell that he was really relieved that the e-mail wasn't a sign that he was going to be fired, it was like someone had taken a weight off of his shoulder." "And then he pounced on you, right?" Renata asked. "No, he hugged me. He seemed so grateful, he told me that I was the only person at work he trusted and that he didn't know what he would do without me. I noticed the hug was lasting for a while, but I didn't want to push him away. And then he pulled away from me and leaned forward and kissed me." "Oooh" said Renata, "any tongue?" Anne replied, "No, it was more like what a middle-schooler would do on a first date. It was kind of sweet, actually. But I was starting to worry about boundaries and I told him that I thought I should leave. He thought I was upset and started to get surprisingly emotional. He pulled away and started apologizing, saying he hadn't meant to offend me and now he felt like he upset the person at work who was most important to him. He seemed so distraught that I walked over to him and put my arm around him and told him I wasn't upset." He asked, "Not even about the kiss?" "No, that was sweet," I told him. "Let me guess, he kissed you again," said Renata. "Nope," Anne replied, "he hugged me, but this time he sort of buried his face in my neck and, well you know how ticklish I am." "Yeah, I remember when a group of us held you down and tickled you at an eighth grade sleep-over and you peed your pants." "Thanks for reminding me, I remember having to explain to my Mom why I came home wearing someone else's clothes. Well, I didn't pee this time, but I did giggle pretty loudly. He stepped back and asked if I was ticklish and all I could think of was a comedian I heard who said if someone asks you if you're ticklish, it doesn't matter what you say, you know you're about to get touched. So I didn't say anything, but that didn't stop him. He started to touch my neck and I started giggling like a school girl and scrunching up my shoulders to keep him from tickling me more and then he tried to tickle under my arms and I was twisting to try to get away from him and his hands were kind of going all over me and then he tickled me until I begged him to stop." "Did he stop?" "Yep. And we were both standing there panting from the exertion of our little tickle fest and then he held both my arms and pulled me to him and kissed me again." "Tongue?" Renata asked. "A lot of tongue," Anne answered. "But not right away, he started really slowly, and even when he did start using his tongue he did it really slowly. And I was thinking how I really should leave, but it felt nice. He wasn't trying to do anything else, so I figured that it was okay as long as he didn't try to go any further." "I'm guessing that he tried to go further?" "Yes, but not for a long time. Finally, after kissing for a long, long time, his hand moved up over my breast. I immediately pushed it down, but, after we kissed for a while longer, he put his hand there again and this time, I put my hand on top of his and pressed it onto my breast. This continued for a while and then he slipped the strap of my dress down and slipped his hand inside my bra and starting to feel my bare breast. I knew it was wrong, Ren, but it felt so good that I didn't try to stop him. And it wasn't until he stepped back to look at it that I came to my senses. I guess once he took his tongue out of my mouth, the spell was broken and I quickly pulled up my bra and dress and told him that this was wrong." "I started to leave but he called out my name and there was so much longing in his voice that it stopped me in my tracks. I turned around and he was practically on his knees saying that I was so beautiful and begging me to just let him see my breast once more. I told him that this had already gone too far. He was desperate and told me that he would sit on the couch and not move if only I would lower my dress strap and bra again. He said he had already seen it so it shouldn't make a difference to me but that it meant everything to him." "And so?" Renata asked. "And so I made him swear that he wouldn't move from the couch and, after he sat down, I lowered the left side of my dress and pushed the cup of my bra beneath my breast." Reneta asked, "What did he do?" "He stared, like it was some kind of miracle and for a few minutes he was completely silent. And then he just started talking about how beautiful I was. And he kept coming coming up with different ways to praise me, it was as if he had opened a thesaurus and read the entry under "gorgeous". "How did you feel?" Renata asked. "It was strange. I was scared out of my mind but I was also really, really excited. I head never heard such a deluge of compliments, I was overwhelmed, like I was drowning, but at the same time I had never felt that beautiful." "You're always beautiful, Annie," Renata whispered. "Then what happened." "The he asked me to let me see the other one, and I told him, look Dan, it's the same as the other one, just imagine it's on the other side. And he just got quieter and said he knew that I thought it was wrong but that he couldn't believe that I thought it was okay to show him one but not the other. He said he thought I was beautiful and he really wanted to see me and that, what's more, he thought I really wanted to show him but if that he was wrong, he was really sorry and that I should feel free to leave." "And?" said Renata. "And he was right. I did want him to see me. So I started to pull down the other strap of my dress and to reach behind me to unclip my bra and I felt that the whole dynamic had changed. I was the one in charge before, but now I was doing what he wanted without putting up any kind of struggle. And he looked at me like he had just seen the most beautiful present in the world unwrapped and after a minute, he asked me to put my arms behind my head and when I did he had the sweetest smile. "Then what?" "Well I knew what was coming next and I knew what I would say so I didn't even wait. I pushed my dress and half slip down and stepped out of them and stood in front of him wearing only my panties. He held a finger up and circled it around and I knew what he wanted so I slowly turned around. Finally, he said very quietly "You know what I want you to do," and I nodded. I turned my back to him and slowly slid off my panties and he said, he said that I had a beautiful bottom. . ." "Wait, wait, wait. He said you have a beautiful bottom?" "Well no, he said "ass", and then I turned around so he could see the front of me and he let out a gasp when he saw that I was shaved." "Whoa, you're shaved?" "Yes. And then he said . . ." "Completely shaved??" "No, Ren, only the right half, I braid the left half. Yes, of course completely. Can I go on?" "Sure," Renata said, "It's just I feel like I had put together a profile of you over the last twenty years and this wasn't in it.. But go on, I'll probably find out that you're a lion-tamer in your spare time." "So anyway, he was fascinated by the fact that I am shaved, just like you seem to be, and he told me to spread my feet apart so that he could see my . . . see me, and I did. He was quiet for a while and then he said very slowly and very deliberately saying each word separately, and I'm quoting now, that he had never wanted to "fuck anyone the way that he wanted to fuck me " right there and then. And I got really upset and, I know it sounds crazy for someone standing naked in front of a fully clothed man who's not her husband, but I just kept thinking about Bob and I told Dan that I really loved my husband and that my marriage was really important to me and that I just couldn't go all the way with him." "I'll bet you did say "go all the way", I just had a flashback to ninth grade. So what happened then." "He kept saying how beautiful I was and then asked me if I wanted to see how excited he made me. I was too scared to answer and just stood there like a deer in headlights. I just stared at his face while he lifted himself up and I could hear his pants sliding down his legs and landing on the floor, and as he sat back down I was too afraid to look at anything other than his face. But he kept saying, look how excited you make me, this is all for you, you should be proud of the effect you have on me and so on. And finally, I broke down and looked and it was my turn to gasp. Ren, you wouldn't believe how hard and how big he was and I watched him stroke it and it was like I was mesmerized. I heard him laugh quietly and then he told me he had kept his word by not moving from the couch and that he wouldn't move but that I was free to do whatever I wanted. And then he asked me if I wanted to touch it. "Did you want to?" Renata asked. "I've never been so confused, Ren. I knew that I loved Bob and didn't want to do anything that would threaten my marriage. And I knew walking over to him and touching him would be crossing a whole new line. I would have to make the move on my own and it seemed so different from just letting someone look at me from a distance. But Dan was right, it was really, really exciting seeing how I had affected him. I felt like I was being pulled in different directions. I felt so conflicted that I suddenly burst into tears and I stood in front of him trembling with my fists clenched at my sides and just sobbed. And he just looked at me really gently and said "Do you want to touch me" and I started crying even harder and bit my lower lip to try to stop crying and nodded my head yes." "So?" "So he opened his legs to make room for me and I slowly walked over to him and knelt down between his legs. He looked even larger from this distance and angle and, I know it's not your thing, but you should have seen how big and hard and beautiful it was." "Well, I do have some lifelike dildos that I think are kind of attractive, but you're right, it's not really my thing. I have seen some pussies, though, that I've absolutely worshiped." "Well I was practically worshiping him. I touched him tentatively at first and then put my hand around him, or as much as I could get around him. I started to stroke him the way he had been stroking himself and I looked up and saw that he had leaned back and closed his eyes. I kept stroking him and he asked me to slow down because he wanted to last as long as he could. Then after a few more minutes, he asked me if I wanted to kiss it, and it was like he had read my mind. So I leaned forward and started to plant little kisses all over him (it took a while). And then he seemed to read my mind again and he and he asked me if I wanted to lick it. I nodded and started to lick slowly from the bottom up, like it was a huge lollipop. And then I read his mind and, before he could ask, took him into my mouth and slowly started taking him as deeply as I could. I still knew that I wasn't going to let him go all the way with me so I figured I would reward him for keeping his word and for not pressuring me too much by making this the best that it could be for him. While I was sucking him, he very gently lifted my hair away from my face, I guess so he could watch me taking him into my mouth. After he did that, he gently stroked my hair, it was so affectionate. And it was clear that he was getting more excited because his breathing started getting ragged and he asked me to, uh, he asked me to suck his balls." Renata's eyebrows shot up at this but she sat up and nodded at Anne to continue. "So I did. They were so big too, and they felt great rolling around together. I could only take in one at a time, so I took turns sucking them in and then reached up to stroke him some more. I felt his sac get tighter and felt him tense up and heard him hold his breath. So I started to stroke him faster and faster until I felt the warm drops of his come falling on my back after shooting over my head. It was like having warm raindrops fall on me." Renata grimmaced. "Yeah, huge, sticky warm raindrops'". Ignoring Renata, Anne went on. "I wanted to watch him cum so I pulled back to look and continued to stroke him while he shoot jet after jet of come. I had no idea that a man could cum that much. The next few jets shot straight up and landed in my hair and on my forehead. The rest of it just flowed over my hands and onto my breasts." "He collapsed and I walked to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe us off. When I got back, he was propped up on his elbows, watching me as I walked toward him. After wiping him down and wiping myself off, he told me that that had been the most amazing experience of his life and asked if he could return the favor. I told him I didn't think I should and he kept at it. He said what's good for the goose was good for the gander and that he didn't think he should have all the fun. He promised that he wouldn't do anything more to me than I did for him and asked me if I didn't believe in sexual equality. I laughed and called him silly and then told him that he could but that he really had to promise not to do anything else." True to You in My Fashion Ch. 02 A few comments. First, you should read the first part of this or otherwise it won't make much sense. Second, those of you who hated the first part (and you know who you are) will likely hate this also. Consider doing us both a favor and skipping this (I do worry about getting your blood pressure up excessively). Finally, neither the title of the story nor the story itself is meant as an endorsement of infidelity. The title is taken from an ironic Cole Porter Song (google it). This is not meant as a morality lesson, just my humble attempt to titillate just a bit. Read and enjoy and vote (particularly if you like it). ----------------- The silence in the car during the drive from the tea shop to Renata's apartment was unprecedented. Usually, whenever the two friends were together, the conversation was boisterous and nonstop. Although the volume might change depending upon what was being discussed and where the conversation was taking place, laughter, interruptions and machine-gun like repartee remained a constant. It was as if each of the women had separately declared war on silence and, when together, combined all of the forces at their disposal to vanquish their common foe. During this ride, however, silence had emerged victorious. Both Anne and Renata sat in the car, each immersed in her own thoughts, seemingly afraid to look directly at the other. The atmosphere in the car was a combination of the excitement that accompanies the absolute certainty of the upcoming, first-time intimacy along with the fear that arose from the equally certain knowledge that their relationship was about to change irrevocably. Renata broke the silence, giving voice to their shared emotions as Anne pulled into a parking space in front of Renata's apartment building. "Listen, Annie, I really want this to happen. I guess I have for a long, long time. But not if it messes up our friendship. If we don't do this, I'm going to be really disappointed. But if something happened that ended our friendship? I'd die, baby, I swear I would." Anne could not remember the last time she had seen her friend looking this grave. She looked deeply in Renata's eyes and said "I really want this too, Ren, and I'm not going to let anything destroy our friendship." With that, the two exited the car and walked up the stairs toward Renata's front door, again in complete silence. Had she not been so nervous herself, Anne would have been amused to see her normally brash and cocksure friend so frazzled that she dropped the keys twice while unlocking the door.. Once they were in the apartment, Renata locked the door and leaned against it looking intently at her friend who stood still right inside the front door. "What do we do now?" Anne asked. Renata stepped toward her, put her left hand against the side of her friends face and kissed her so gently, that it could barely be felt. Renata then stepped back to gauge her friends reaction. Anne just smiled, her lips trembling slightly. Renata stepped up to her again, this time holding Anne's face firmly in both of her hands. This kiss, though close-mouthed, was long. Anne slipped her arms around her friend and, this time, she took the lead, gently planting kisses on Renata's lips and sucking first her upper, then her lower lip between her own lips. After several minutes of this teasing, Renata thrust her tongue into Anne's mouth tracing the front and back teeth with the tip of her tongue. Anne pushed her tongue hard against Renata's and the two held each other as tightly as they could without hindering the other's breathing. "Your heart's beating so fast, baby," Renata said as she stepped back and placed the back of her hand lightly against her friend's chest in the valley between her breasts.. "I wonder why," Annie murmured as the two resumed kissing. Meanwhile, Renata turned her hand around, deftly unbuttoned a single button on her friends blouse and slipped her small hand inside of her friend's blouse. Anne moaned into Renata's mouth as her friend's hand found Anne's breast and gently twisted its rigid nipple. The two continued their passionate kissing until, unable to hold off any longer, they began to frantically remove the other's clothes, tossing them indiscriminately around the room until they stood, stark naked except for their shoes in the middle of the floor. Then, standing breast to breast, the two continued their seemingly interminable kiss while swaying slowly back and forth so that their distended nipples brushed against each other. Unable to wait any longer, Renata took Anne's hand and pulled her along behind her like a small girl dragging her friend to the next exciting booth at the fair. Anne had not seen her friend's bedroom since she had helped her move in years before. Anne stood on the threshold and surveyed the room in amazement, taking in the piles of books, stretched canvasses, artist's models of hands and limbs and small wood articulated figures, unfinished drawings and, curiously, several small stuffed animals. "Uh, Ren, where's the bed," Anne inquired. Renata strode to a pile of clothes (all black) in the center of the room and dumped the pile to the floor, revealing the bed underneath. Renata pulled Anne toward her, kissing her deeply again and reaching behind her to knead Anne's buttocks firmly. Echoing the story she had heard earlier in the day, Renata said, in the deepest voice she could muster, "I. Have. Never. Wanted. To. Fuck. Anyone. As Much. As. I. Want. To. Fuck. You," pausing between each word to plant a deep kiss on Anne. Anne, laughing at the reference, replied merely, "Okay." At that, Renata placed her hands on Anne shoulders and pushed suddenly causing Anne to fall on her back bouncing on the soft bed with her breasts gently swaying from side to side with each bounce. Renata leapt on the bed, her legs astride the giggling Anne. Renata slowly slid up Anne's body, leaving a wet trail up her hips to her stomach, until her head was even with Anne's. Then taking each of Anne's hands in her own and stretching them above their heads, Renata again kissed her friend slowly and sensuously. After several minutes of almost painfully slow, deep kissing, Renata released Anne's hands and moved down so that she was leaning on one elbow, languidly kissing her reclining friend while exploring her breasts with her hand. "You have such amazing tits, Annie. Where've you been hiding them all these years?" asked Renata. "I keep them in storage and take them out for major holidays," replied Anne between kisses. "Well I don't know what holiday today is, but it's gonna be my favorite one from now on." Renata slowly starting kissing down Anne's cheek and neck, stopping briefly at the location where it elicited a giggle and then pausing there to blow hard in order to make a loud fart sound. Anne exploded into titters until Renata's move to Anne's rock-hard nipple turned the giggles into a prolonged moan. Renata continued to toy with Anne's breasts for a long time, trapping each nipple tightly between her lips and shaking her head back and forth like a dog worrying a bone or slowly circling each nipple with her tongue From there, Renata continued her slow, inevitable journey southward, pausing at Anne's navel to dip the tip of her tongue into Anne's deep belly button, a precursor to the deep, wetter exploration Renata was about to embark upon. Once Renata reached Anne's vulva, she carefully parted her lips with her tongue, sliding up and down them until they moistened and separated like some exotic, lush tropical flower. Finally, Renata concentrated on Anne's clitoris, alternating between light sideways flicks and deeper, harder up and down strokes of her tongue. Anne responded quickly and explosively. Grasping the bedsheets tightly into two clutched fists, Anne started trembling as if experiencing a seizure and then screamed. Renata, noting that further efforts to lick Anne only seemed to cause her to pull away because of her post-orgasmic sensitivity, simply covered her nether lips with her mouth, keeping her tongue still on Anne's most private and sensitive parts. While repeating, "Oh my God," repeatedly, Anne reached down and gently ran her fingers through her friend's hair. "It's your turn now, Ren." "Great, but before you start, let me show you how good you taste," said Renata as she started to lift herself up next to Anne. "I've tasted myself on Bob's lips after he's gone done on me, but it would be sweet to kiss you." Renata raised herself up so that her face was even with Anne's and gently rubbed her cunt-wet face on Anne's cheeks before sinking her tongue into Anne's mouth. Holding the kiss, Anne held Renata and, executing what appeared to be a complex wrestling move, turned the two of them over so that Anne now lay straddled between her friend's legs. Mimicking her friend's pace, Anne slowly worked her way down Renata's body with her tongue and lips until she reached her friend's hairy pubic area. Anne separated the hair to reach Renata's vulva but quickly started to giggle as the somewhat coarse hair brushed against her cheek. "My pussy amuses you?" asked Renata. "It tickles me, yes." "Try it again, this time like a mature adult." Anne tried, but no sooner did her friend's tangle of hair brush up against her cheek than Anne burst out in a torrent of giggles. "This is tragic. I've been fantasizing for years about this and now we get just up to the most exciting point and you get the giggles. This won't do. But I think I know what to do. Never say die." "That's the spirit, Ren," Anne said. "What are you going to do?" "Wait here and you'll see." Renata sprang from the bed and started to run from room to room, opening and closing doors and drawers noisily as she went. "When are you coming back, Ren. I'm getting lonely in here." Renata stuck her head back into the bedroom briefly. "I'll be back in a sec, be patient." "Well, then can I turn on the tv, in the meantime? Oprah's on." "If you start watching Oprah you'll want to see it until the end of the show. You should be concentrating on how you're going to make me cum. Now, focus!" Minutes later, Renata returned to the room laden with towels, a bowl of warm water, a can of shaving cream, a small pair of scissors and a razor. "Now you're going to shave me. See how much I trust you." Renata spread one of the towels near the foot of the bed, sat down on it and lay back telling Anne to "Take it all off," as if she were a customer in an old-fashioned barber shop. Anne pulled up a chair in between Renata's legs, picked up the scissors and started to clip Renata's luxuriant black pubic hair as closely as she could without injuring her friend. Once she had clipped it down, she took a face cloth, soaked it in the warm water and gently placed it on Renata's pubic mound. After letting it stay for a couple of minutes, Anne then sprayed the shaving cream in her hand and spread it all around between Renata's legs. She then, very carefully started shaving, holding Renata's labia carefully when the razor approached close. Taking off the hair in small strokes, Anne dutifully and carefully worked. Halfway through the process, giddy with playfulness and excitement, Anne started humming Whistle While You Work. Renata snapped, "Would you stop that? Every time I close my eyes, I picture Grumpy shaving my cunt with the other six dwarfs standing around watching." "Ooh, actually, that's kind of hot. Only I'm not Grumpy, I'm happy." "It's a good thing that I don't love you because of your sense of humor. I've always wondered what the story was with Snow White and her roommates. I can imagine them coming home in their miner's helmets after a hard day in the mine and the only thing they want is a cold beer, some warm porridge and some hot Snow White pussy. Girl probably got no sleep at all until they went off to work. I can't even imagine how many condoms they went through. They probably all marched off to Sam's Club on Saturdays and loaded one of those pallet trucks with boxes of rubbers. The check-out girl probably wondered out loud who the lucky girl was and looked up to see Snow White blushing furiously, her nipples pressing against her embroidered peasant blouse." "You're really not well, Ren," Anne said. "Finished! Wow, I see why you and the men are so fascinated by my shaving. You're absolutely beautiful, Ren." "Well don't stand there admiring the view, dive in!" And Anne did. Remembering what Renata had done to her and knowing what she liked, Anne quickly brought Renata to an explosive orgasm, leaving Renata panting and quietly swearing on the bed next to Anne. Anne pulled up next to Renata , holding her tightly and kissing her slowly. The two continued stroked each other and continued to caress. Finally, Renata broke the post-coital silence. "Well, this has been quite a week for you. First you suck your colleagues balls while he comes on your face and then you seduce your innocent friend, luring her into sapphic pleasures and turning her into a lesbian for life. You really have become quite the wanton." "That's right, Ren, you were a pure heterosexual girl before today. The only way I could introduce you to anything new sexually is if I brought a batman costume, eight pounds of cream cheese and a goat." "Let's explore that some other time. For now, though, I'm curious how you feel about the new Annie." Anne suddenly looked sad. "It certainly has been exciting, but I find myself wondering if I regret stuff that happened. It's ironic. Part of me knows that, if I never did anything wild, I'd be an old woman wondering what it would have been like to be with another man other than Bob. But having done it, I realize that it would have been better to be able to say that I never cheated on Bob. But the only reason I know that for certain is because I did. It's all so complicated. But yes, I do regret what happened with Dan." Tears welled up in Renata's eyes as she asked, "What about today, baby? Do you regret being unfaithful to Bob with me?" Anne burst out saying, "Oh, no, Ren. Today was beautiful. I don't regret it all." "But now you're confusing me. I thought being faithful is so important." "It is." "So eating me isn't being unfaithful." "Usually, it would be. But I know that Bob wouldn't think of it as adultery." "I see you've starting taking drugs too in addition to turning into a slut. What the hell are you talking about, he wouldn't see it as adultery?" "Well, a while back, he and I sort of started playing a game." "What kind of game?" Renata asked, her eyebrows raised. "Well, kind of a sex game. It started out of a little argument we had once. Every Friday before you and I were scheduled to have tea, Bob always asked me if I'd be seeing my girlfriend, meaning, of course, you, that day. One day he said it in a strange way, like there were quotation marks around the word girlfriend or something. So I asked him what the hell that was about and reminded him that I knew you long before I knew him and asked him if he had a problem with my friendship with you." "Atta girl! What did he say." "Well he said that he didn't need to be reminded of how long we go back and that he had learned to "make some accommodations" to our relationship. So I asked him what that could possibly mean and if he thought I was in love with you and not him or something. He said he knew I loved him and that that was why he was willing to make the accommodations. He said he knew though that, as much as I loved him, that there was something between the two of us that he could never fully understand or be a part of. Then he started to say some weird stuff. He said that he knew he would be really upset if I had a relationship with a man that was like ours, but because you are a woman, somehow it didn't seem so bad. Then he said he realized that that might sound a little bit condescending and sexist, but that he knew with a man, there'd always be competition about whom I really belonged to." "What did you say." "Well, I told him that I didn't think it was a little anything but that it was a lot sexist and condescending. It was like I was his property or that feelings that women had were somehow less significant than when there was a man involved." "He could see I was angry and apologized and then said he had to get to work but that we could talk about it later. And that night, he came home with a huge bouquet of flowers and a bottle of nice wine . . . ." "Men think that flowers can make up for anything, they must really think that women are pretty shallow," Ren interrupted. Anne ignored Renata's rant, "And the flowers were so beautiful that I couldn't stay angry at him. And after dinner, we put the kids to bed and made love and it was really sweet. And when we were holding each other, he apologized again and said he had no problem with our friendship and that anyway, as every man knows, there's nothing hotter than girl-on-girl action. I punched him and then continued the joking. I said, "So I guess it wouldn't bother you if I told you that Ren and I were reminiscing about the way that we would practice kissing with each other in middle school before going out on our first dates and that the discussion had gotten us so excited that we made out in the car for half an hour after we left the tea shop." I was resting my hand between his legs and didn't have to wait for him to answer. I had never felt him get that hard so quickly." "So did you play this "game" after that." Anne looked embarrassed and replied, "Yes, actually after every time you and I met. I told him once that I had spilled something on my blouse and that you had reached over to wipe it off and had rubbed your napkin against my breast and, when I didn't complain, continued to stroke it in our darkened booth until my nipple was hard and showing through my blouse. And I felt really outrageous once and told him that I had been playing tennis before seeing you and that, on the drive back, you saw a bruise on my inner thigh from where I had been hit by a ball. And that when we pulled up in front of your apartment, you said "My poor baby is hurt," and reached across the car and gently rubbed the bruise. And that after a while you started to rub a little higher and harder until you were rubbing me through my panties and that you made me cum right there on the street in broad daylight. I barely finished the sentence before he jumped on me. Fastest recovery time he ever had" "And he believed all this shit?" "I always had the feeling that he really wanted to believe it. He never asked me if it was really true, I think because, at some level, he was afraid that I'd tell him that I was making it all up." "I'm not sure what I think about all this. I feel kinda used, like you were dragging me into the discussion so that your husband would fuck you harder." "You know, that's how it started. But after a while, I realized that it made me excited too. To be honest, that was when I first realized that my feelings about you were kind of complicated." "So are you going to tell him about today." "Are you kidding, of course! I'm not going to be able to walk for a week after tonight. And I know he's going to bring up his earlier hinting about how much he'd like to be part of the festivities in the future." "He said he wanted to have a threesome with me?!" "Yeah, a few times. I just tried to make a joke about it and said that I thought that not even someone as manly as he is could convert you to heterosexuality." There was silence while all of the information sank in, as slow as water draining into the ground after five days of rain. Renata then asked "What time will you guys go to bed tonight." "Why, you worried about whether we get enough sleep." True to You in My Fashion Ch. 02 "No," Renata answered. "I want to time it so I can be here in bed rubbing my clit thinking about how at the exact same time, he's fucking you hard. I'll imagine that I'm in the room watching and that after he cums in you, that I would take him into my mouth." "Wow, maybe I was wrong, maybe he might be manly enough to turn you around." "No, baby, I'm a lifetime member of Club Dyke. But I would like to taste you on him. And if he started to get hard, I might keep him in my mouth until he came so I'd know what you experience." Anne stroked Renata's face and said, "Well you are a strange child, aren't you? I always thought you hated Bob, though." "How could I hate someone who is so important to you, baby? But I was always really jealous of him. Remember when we took Psych 101 and they talked about Freud and penis envy? Well, I always knew that was bullshit, but, I tell you, I am jealous that he could put the most sensitive part of his body inside of you, or at least two or three inches in . . ." Anne interrupted, laughing loudly, "It's a lot more than two or three inches, Ren." "Whatever. And I'm jealous that he gets to go to sleep with you and see you the first thing in the morning, but most of all I'm jealous of how much you love him. I wish that there were someone or something that loved me as much." Anne brushed tears away from her eyes and, holding both of Renata's hands tightly, said, "I love you, Ren, you know that." Renata nodded, crying, and Anne reached over and gently kissed her on the cheek. After Renata was able to regain her composure, she sniffled loudly and said, "So where do we go from here, me, you, Dan and Bob." "Well, Dan's history. I guess I'm going to have to find a way to tell Bob about him and hope that the consequences won't be too harsh. As far as we are concerned, though, I was thinking that maybe next week, instead of going to the tea shop we could have tea and scones at my house. And maybe I'll set the table for three." True to You in My Fashion "So, did he keep his word?" "He did", Anne replied. "He laid me down on my back and placed his hands behind my knees and spread my legs so he could see everything. And he stared for a long, long time and it got me really excited trying to imagine the view he was getting of me down there. And then, like a kid saving his dessert to the very last, he started licking me everywhere other than in between my legs. He started, licking the arch of each of my feet ,you can imagine how much that made me laugh. Then he worked his way up the inside of my thigh and after kissing me once on, on my, uh lips, he worked his way down the other thigh, stopping to lick the inside of my knee, another very ticklish spot. He went back all the way up and started licking with long, very slow strokes until I started panting. He then started toying with me with the tip to his tongue, circling it really quickly around my, around my . . ." "Clit?" Renata offered. "Yes. And just as I was about to come, he pulled away and starting kissing my thighs. He kept teasing me by doing that until I begged him to make me come. He told me he would only if, quoting again, I asked him to let him cum in my mouth. I was pretty desperate by now and I said yes. He said, "Yes, what" and I replied I wanted to do that. And he asked me "Do what" and I said, what you said. But I knew what he wanted and even though I had never liked talking dirty, I wanted to cum so badly that I told him what he wanted to hear and more. It was like a floodgate had broken, I told him I wanted to suck his cock and lick his balls and wanted him to shoot his cum down my throat. Saying that and feeling his tongue on me pushed me right over the edge and I had the biggest orgasm I ever had." Renata, looking stunned stuttered out "Wow, I mean, uh, wow!" "Very eloquent, Ren. So after I came, Dan propped me up so that my head was hanging over the end of the couch and he walked over by my head and started sliding in and out of my mouth, basically using it as if it were a vagina. I don't know long he kept at it, but I began to see the tell-tale signs that he was going to cum. He starting shooting into my mouth, but because of the position I was in, I started to choke and so he pulled out and shot the rest of his cum on my chin and breasts. And then he walked over to the bed and collapsed like he had just finished running a marathon." "I laid back and, as I turned my head, caught sight of myself in a mirror on the wall. I couldn't believe how I looked. Here I was, naked and covered in the cum of a man who wasn't my husband. Just then, some light from a lamp reflected off my wedding ring, like the lighting in some corny play when they want to emphasize something, and I suddenly felt kind of sick about what I had let happen in the room. So I started to gather up my clothes and told Dan I had to go. I was in too much of a rush to put all my clothes on, so I stuffed my bra, panties and slip into my bag and pulled my dress on. Dan kept asking me if I was okay and I kept saying yes, yes but I have to go. As I walked from his room to the elevator I could feel myself flouncing around underneath my dress and I was glad no one was in the hall to see me. I pushed the elevator button and my luck held out, the elevator was empty." Renata exhaled for a long time and said, "Well, that's not the kind of story one expects to hear over chamomile tea and scones." "That's not all," Anne said producing an amazed look from Renata. "Before I could get to my room on the seventh floor, the bell rang and the door opened." "God, I hope it wasn't any of your colleagues." "Thank God, no. They were a very distinguished older couple, both of them with shiny silver hair, and they were coming from a formal event at one of the other ballrooms. He was in a tuxedo, obviously not rented, and she was in a beautiful teal, full length gown. They looked like an ad for cognac or something. As suave and sophisticated as they looked, though,, they were still visibly shocked at my appearance. The woman quickly turned to face the front of the elevator with her back to me but the man moved a little bit more slowly. I saw her nudge him as if she were annoyed that he had taken too long to turn away from me. And then, as luck would have it, I was getting off before them. I excused myself and walked out between them, my breasts bouncing every which way. I could feel that my dress was clinging to my behind and I know they got a very good sense of what it looks like." "You do have a great ass," Renata remarked. Anne shot Renata a dirty look, slapped her arm and continued. "Just before the elevator door closed, I heard a noise like someone being hit and I heard the man shout, "Ouch, what was that for?" And even though the door shut before I could hear the answer, I knew that the woman had hit him for looking too hard at me. And that made me feel good, too. Then I got to my room and I took the longest, hottest shower that I've ever taken in my life. I thought I would fall asleep quickly after all of the excitement of the evening. Instead, I stayed awake tossing and turning. At first, I was disgusted with myself and spent a lot of time scolding myself. But then I found myself thinking about stripping for Dan and then doing all those things to him and with him and having him do them to me. And I was so excited that I started to touch myself. Then I started thinking about the old couple on the elevator, seeing me looking like that with my underwear hanging out of my bag and that got me excited too. And somehow I knew that the woman was more amused than angry at her husband for looking at me. And I imagined that seeing me might have inspired them back in their room. She seemed like she might be playful and I pictured them making love and imagined her whispering in his ear as they did it "I know you're imagining that you're fucking that girl in the elevator, you horny old goat. And you're thinking about fucking her so hard that her tits flop all around and that you keep fucking her until you cum into her sweet hot young pussy." "Hey, hey, missy, language,language," Renata laughed. "That's her talking, not me." ""Her" meaning your fantasy old woman, right? So now I find out that you're not only a pervert but that you have multiple personalities, too. But I digress, please continue." "And so I'm thinking about the two of them going at it and then I imagine that I am with him and that I'm on my hands and knees on his bed while he takes me from behind and his wife looks on smiling." "Wow, a fantasy within a fantasy. It's like a wet dream written by Lewis Carroll." "And he's really pounding me in the fantasy and I come in real life for the second time of the evening. And only then do I fall asleep." Anne paused for a drink of water and then continued. "So my phone rings early the next morning and it's Dan. He says that I seemed upset when I left the night before and that he wanted to apologize for being drunk and coming on strong. I told him that what we did was wrong and that we could never, ever do it again. He agreed and said that he loved his wife and feared that if we ever did anything like that again he was afraid that he would fall more in love with me. I noticed the more and told him that this really had to be the end of it. He said he understood but said that he'd never forget how exciting it was and asked if I enjoyed it too. And I told him that it was wrong and we needed to forget about it. He said I know, I know but I need to know that you enjoyed it. Finally I admitted that I had but told him from now on we were nothing but colleagues at work." Neither of them said anything for a while and then Renata broke the silence saying "Well I guess you re not going to be telling Bob about all this." "Well, actually, I already did" Anne replied. Had she been drinking something, Renata would have spit it out across the table. Instead, her eyes opened wide and she said "You told him!!!" in a voice so loud that every other conversation in the tea shop immediately ceased and all attention turned to them. Anne nervously smiled at the rest of the diners as if to assure them that everything was okay and that they should return to their food and conversations. She then turned to Renata and said, "Well, I sort of told him." "Whattaya mean, "sort of told him?"" "Well, I noticed that Bob was looking at me really carefully the day after I came back. I think he noticed that something was wrong like you did. And he finally asked me what was up. He didn't believe me when I told him everything was fine either and he kept asking me. Finally, I told him that I would tell him if he promised not to get mad. He hates it when I say that and he said, like he always does, that he can't promise until he knows what it is that he isn't supposed to get mad about but that he promised to try his best not to get mad. So I gulped and told him here goes. I asked him if he remembered meeting Dan at the last office picnic and he said yeah, the college kid with the cute wife, what about him? I asked, is his wife cute, I don't even remember her and he interrupted and told me to get on with my story. And so I told him that Dan had gotten drunk the last night and had come on to me." Renata laughed loudly and said "Yeah, in every sense of the word." Anne continued, "Well I could tell that Bob was trying to fight back his anger and he asked what Dan had said.. And I said, well he said, I mean he was really kind of drunk and he didn't know what he was saying and he said, he said that he "wanted to fuck me". Bob's hands tightened into fists and I could tell he was fighting to keep his promise to try not to explode with anger and he asked me what I had done. So I told him that I reminded Dan that I was married, that my marriage was really important to me, and that I loved my husband and could never do that. Bob then said, tell my why I shouldn't go down to the office on Monday and kick his skinny little ass. And I told him that Dan had called me the following morning and had apologized about being drunk and coming on strong and that he swore that what had happened the night before would never happen again. And Bob said, reluctantly, that he wouldn't do anything now but that if he heard anything like that again Dan would be really sorry and that it would be a good idea for Dan to avoid him at any upcoming office functions." Renata laughed in amazement and said "You know, every single word of what you said was absolutely true but it doesn't, how shall we say, completely capture the events of the evening." "I know, I know, Ren. I really hate withholding anything from Bob. But I can never tell him everything. I don't know what he would do." "You think he'd hit you?" Renata asked with a protective tone to her voice. "No, no, he'd never do that. I don't know what he'd do to Dan, though. And I know he'd want to leave me. But even if he didn't and I told him that it would never, ever happen again, and it really won't, I know that it would change our marriage forever. I know that there would always be some suspicion somewhere in the back of his mind. And I can't imagine living a life where every time I took the dog on a slightly longer walk than usual, then Bob would wonder if I had stopped off to blow one of our neighbors." "Well, I guess it could be worse, he could suspect you of blowing the dog." "The dog is a bitch, Renata. And so, by the way, are you for making fun of all this. But seriously, this is going to have to stay a secret between you, me and Dan. But somehow, it feels better telling someone, even if I can't tell Bob. I'm sorry to dump this sordid story on you but I'm glad I could tell you without having to worry about you judging me." "Well, I've done some pretty wild things myself, although nothing quite like this. And you know I'm always going to be here for you, baby, just like I know you'd be for me. And, I have to confess, I was kinda excited hearing you tell the story. It was incredibly hot, actually, even if it did revolve around a man's dick." Anne blushed and said, "Well I have a confession, too. I could tell it was getting to you and I was kind of excited about that. I didn't really have to go into as much detail as I did, but I liked the way you seemed to be responding to it." Neither spoke for what seemed like an eternity and then Renata said in an uncharacteristically tentative and shy way, "You know Annie, I probably shouldn't be saying this and I really, really don't mean to offend you, but if I didn't know you had to pick up the twins, I'd ask you to come back to my apartment with me." Annie was silent and looked directly into Ren's eyes. Ren searched Anne's face for anything, anger, disgust, disappointment, anything, but Anne's face betrayed nothing. Finally, Anne looked down at the table and said very slowly as if choosing her words with the utmost care, "The girls are being picked up by one of their friends after school for a sleepover at the friend's house. . . .Ren, I'd . . . I'd love to go back to your apartment with you."