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Two Wrongs

By: magmaman



Carl was one of those mellow mannered types of men, he just lived his life contented most of the time.

He had sewn a few of the wild oats of youth but not much compared to some. There had been only two really close girl friends early on that didn't work out long term before he met his wife Kathy in a library of all places.

He had just one other sexual experience, he had gone to a massage parlor on a whim, not really knowing what to expect. The rather tired and bored acting older lady had reached down and masturbated him at the end, managing to cause a weak orgasm. Carl never tried that again, it just wasn't his kind of thing.

Then he met Kathy, she was so very young and exciting to him. She was also conservative, they dated exclusively for more than six months before he asked her to marry him.

Kathy seemed happy and gladly accepted, they made love for the first time that same night. She wasn't a virgin but then neither was he. Later that came up, Kathy told him about the one boy in her youth and how they had done it down by the river bank after a beach party one night. He told her about the three experiences he had in his own life, even the massage parlor experience that he really was mildly ashamed of.

So they started out their lives together with no secrets, and he was sure of her being completely faithful to him. He certainly had been to her.

It was more than a decade later that their lives changed.

Carl clutched the precious piece of paper in his hands, he could have just let the real estate people handle it but it was something he wanted to do himself.

He walked into the courthouse, handed the clerk the deed for recording. Free and clear, the too large house his wife Kathy and he had purchased a dozen years before was now paid for.

Kathy had fallen in love with the place, Carl had wanted a smaller starter type home but she insisted.

Carl made it work, though. He had pulled double shifts, weekends, a dozen years of that. Because Carl would work all day every day until dark and even well after without complaint, his boss always called him first for any kind of extra duty. It was rare that there were times when work was short, sometimes Carl found himself the only person working on one of the construction projects. 

For all those long years there was food and the usual things, but barely. Each month there was the huge payment that took way more than half of everything. A few times Kathy had complained, but Carl took it in stride. Kathy also worked in a business office, the pay was low but it helped.

Sometimes she also worked late, Carl never really thought much about that. He helped out around the house himself when she was putting in extra hours, doing laundry, cooking some of the meals.

Of course women wanted nice things, he was doing his best though. Then when his Mom had passed, there was her home, some assets, the estate. Carl would have traded it all in seconds for his Mom still being there but life does what life does.

Things changed after that, Carl wasn't exhausted all the time for one thing. There was now time to relax, he even made an effort to improve their love life. Before it was just once or twice a month, so many times he was just too tired.

Kathy hadn't really seemed to mind that but Carl could tell when she would sigh and roll over and go to sleep. Now, feeling more relaxed than he had in many years, it was Kathy that was the one acting too tired.

Still, the new frequency was an improvement, but more than once Carl fell asleep, in the mood and wishing.

Barely 35 to Carl's 38, Kathy was still in fine shape. Somehow she didn't seem to have aged really, her short brown hair framed her pretty face. The high cheekbones gave her an exotic look, the description of her body would be sleek. Her bust was high and firm, and since she was not big busted there was no hint of any sag at all.

She even joined a local gym, that was just one evening each week for 3 to 4 hours. Carl didn't mind that, either, he didn't go himself since his job took care of all the exercise he would ever have any need for.

There were no children, Kathy had carefully taken the pills, a child would have been a problem, something they had decided early on. By the time things were more relaxed it was just too late, the years had gone by. They even talked about it, but they decided together that they preferred their life the way it was.

Carl was a little bit surprised at that, he had figured she would want a child, perhaps two. He knew he would not have minded at all, and was even thinking about how it would be with a son or a daughter. But she had screwed up her face, and said no.

"It will make your boobs bigger." He teased her.

"What's wrong with my boobs?" She asked.

"Not a thing, hon."

"Good, I like them just the way there are."

That was the end of that discussion. Once again, he accepted things the way they were.

Carl had never developed the middle aged pot belly, he just plain worked too much so he was also solid. He had needed to break down and buy new shirts several years before, he kept tearing out the seams at his biceps and couldn't button them at his wrists.

Carrying around a huge air nail gun all day and heavy drywall, then those crazy heavy cement boards had caused Carl to fill right out.

The palms of his hands were as thick as some men's wrists. It was a standing joke around the construction jobs that if they needed a forklift they just went and got Carl.

The social life had always been limited to a few weekend parties, a rare evening out with the one couple they were close to. Jerry was a large man, even larger than Carl, also working in construction. He was just two years younger than Carl. His wife Patrice was a extremely pretty gal, long flowing reddish brown hair, full busted with a sexy sway back and a round bottom that could be called booty. They all called her Pat, or Patty sometimes. Most of the time she was dressed in rather skimpy little outfits, Jerry appeared to like her that way and she always acted like she doted on him.

A few times Carl had wondered what it would be like if Kathy dressed more like that but she never did. It was always T-shirts or blouses with her heavy bra. Carl figured she wore that to make her breasts look bigger, Kathy was really rather small in that department. She wouldn't be caught dead in shorts or even a short skirt, it was always slacks or jeans.

Still, her looks and manner got attention, she could hold her own with any other woman without even trying.

The weekend parties at Carl's house were normally hot dogs on the grill and a pony keg with just Jerry and Pat there, the ones that Jerry threw were often much bigger, with a larger circle of friends. Some of the guests got a little bit drunk a few times, then they would get friendly with the women. Carl drank very little, more than once he had to discourage some guy from trying to cop a feel off Kathy, a time or two he also saved Patty from them. Most men took one look at Carl and didn't argue.

Jerry, he noticed, also tended to develop friendly hands when he got drunk, but he mostly messed around with the women that were by themselves.

Patty never seemed to even notice but there was no way she could miss some of the things Jerry did. He would casually slip his hand around some woman's waist, then innocently stroke her until he had his big paw on the side of their breast.

He did things like that right in front of Patty and she never showed the slightest reaction. Other than that, they were both fun to be around, so Carl just took the hijinks as normal and not any big deal like he did everything else in his life.

There seemed to be a lot more times that Carl and Kathy were at Jerry's than the other way around.

Now completely out of debt, the first few months were almost like a paradise. The 10 year old TV went, replaced by a big screen. Kathy bought some new clothes, in fact she bought quite a lot of them. Carl didn't mind that really, she had gone for a long time without. One surprise was that there were several dresses, he really liked the soft pink and brown one she bought that was partially transluscent. It actually had a fairly low cut neckline with a builtin padded front, and Carl was floored when she came out wearing that without a bra. She had on matching under panties, they didn't show much but Carl could make them out.

He had just never seen her looking like that before, he felt his face flush with desire for her. That night at dinner Carl noticed that Jerry was paying far more attention to Kathy than normal. He half expected Jerry to pull one of his little feel up jobs but he didn't. A few times when Kathy leaned forward in animated conversation her top gapped open and he could see quite a bit of her smallish breast and he knew Jerry could also.

Kathy didn't really seem to notice so Carl never said anything. But that night she was hot and even reached out to him, another thing that was different. It had been some time since she had done that.

Extra money to spend meant the old Toyota was replaced with a newer bigger machine, Carl was tickled when there was some government program that gave them way more than the old thing was worth. He also bought Kathy a new smaller car, she said she liked it because it was just the right size. It had batteries it ran on at low speeds, that was neat. It was fairly expensive, so they had to make payments, but there was enough money to cover that easily.

The first thing Carl did notice was Kathy still put in the extra hours, at least twice each week she worked late at her office. He mentioned to her a couple of times that she could relax and take more time off but she just told him it was part of the job and she didn't mind.

So Carl took that in stride, just like he always did. Those evenings he busied himself around the house, but in no time there was really nothing to do. He watched a lot of TV, another change.  Before he would be off working until sometimes midnight, now he seldom did.

One Thursday his boss called his cell phone, they had a development that was running late, and he asked Carl if he minded some extra hours.

What the hell, it beat sitting around the house alone since he knew that Kathy always worked late on that evening.

"Sure!" He told him.

"Great, if you can get the two bedrooms finished inside that will catch us up."

Drywall was easy stuff, Carl had been doing it for years. He used a pair of short stilts when he finished the walls, it was way faster than running up and down ladders. He could whip the two rooms out in just a few hours.

He called Kathy at her office and told her he was taking the extra job and would be home late. He figured the job at around 4 to 5 hours, so sometime between 11 and midnight.

"OK, Honey. I will finish up here and grab a bite somewhere, see you at home." 

Carl left the first project at 5:30 and drove over to the development. The first room went quickly, one glance at the stack of sheet rock told him he was way short of material though.

He called his boss and told him, there was a few choice words about the delivery being short, but nothing to do about it so he told Carl to call it a day and finish it up tomorrow.

Carl loaded up his gear and headed home, it was only 8 PM. He pulled into a sandwich shop and got one, and was walking out the door getting ready to take a bite when he looked up and Kathy's car went by.

Now what the hell? It looked like she might be headed out to the place where he was just working?

He picked up his cell phone and called her, it went to voice mail. He hopped into his car, pulled out after her. The big engine in the Impala SS he had bought would really move, in just a couple of miles he saw her little Prius way up ahead. He expected her to pull in to the side road to the new house he was working on but she drove right on by.

He was eating the sandwich as he followed along, two cars were in between so he couldn't pull up behind her and tap the horn.

She pulled into a small motel on the outskirts of town, Carl pulled in also and parked on the other end of the lot since all of the spots in front were reserved and had tow away signs on them. He got out of the car to walk over there and see what was up, when he saw her get out, lock the car and walk over to one of the rooms.

She just opened the door and went in, closing it behind her.

Carl stood there with a mouthful of his sandwich in surprise. For a few moments, it was total confusion, then it hit him.

He threw up the portion of the sandwich he had just eaten. Finally gathering himself back up, he got into his car and left. There was a small convenience store on the way, he pulled in and bought a pack of smokes.

Carl had quit smoking way back when he and Kathy had bought the house, no way could he afford to. He sat in the parking lot and lit one, in a few seconds he felt his head swim.

He was on the second one when he got back to the motel. Kathy's car was still there.

Carl got out, planning on walking over and banging on the door. The front curtains were drawn, but he could see the lights were on inside. He listened at the door for a few moments, he could hear the sounds of quiet music but that was all.

There was an alley that went around to the rear, curious he walked back there. There were some windows, the curtains were parted slightly. Carl stood on tiptoe and looked in, he could see Kathy's back as she stood in the main section, a wall was partially in the way. She was naked except for a pair of panties. Then someone's arms came out and wrapped around her. They stood like that for a moment, the man let go and she turned and crossed the doorway. He could see Kathy's bare breasts plainly, then the man followed her across the room.

He was naked, fully erect. Carl recognized him instantly, it was Jerry.

He threw up again.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?" He heard a voice behind him. Looking back, a very young man stood there, apparently the clerk.

"I...my wife...sorry." Carl managed, retching again.

"Oh! In there? Shit! Fuck, man. That's like harsh. Hey, want a key? You can go in and fuck the dude up."

Carl realized the man was smoking a rolled cigarette, probably dope.

"No. I have to get out of here." He waved the young man off, went out and got in his car. He sat there for a very long time. Then he saw the door open, Jerry and Kathy stood there, talking. Carl opened the window, pointed his cell phone, took the photo as they hugged, kissing.

Kathy and Jerry saw the flash, looked his way in shock as he started the car, Kathy was starting to head his way as he pulled out. Carl put his foot to the floor, the engine screamed as it went through the gears, he was jamming his foot at it in anger. He managed to get himself back under control and slowed down a half mile down the road.

The cell phone rang just as he pulled into their driveway, he pushed the button to shut it off. He left his car parked at the end of the short driveway and smack dab in the middle so there would be no place for Kathy to park.

He knew damned good and well that she was on the way.

Carl went inside, got out his suitcase, then thought better of it. He went back into the living room, locked the door and set the night lock chain. He did the same at the back door, then checked all the windows to make sure they were locked. He unplugged the phone from the wall, turned off the outside lights.

He was pissed off, even to the point where he was wishing it would rain so she would be standing out there in it, but no such luck there.

In the kitchen, he found a cold beer, opened it. Then he got one of their saucers to use as an ash tray, went in and sat down. He lit up the smoke, took a pull off of his beer. He turned on the TV, a talk show was on.

He was on his second beer when he heard the key in the door. It opened against the chain.

"Carl!"  Kathy yelled. He ignored her. She banged against the door several times but Carl had installed that security piece himself, she was not going to break it, or the door, either.

He had cross bolted the heavy chain mounts to a full steel door frame, the door itself was steel reinforced with wooden lamination. She would need to use a truck to break it, he put that in to keep her safe while he was gone working on jobs.

He heard her swear, then it was quiet.

Soon she tried the rear door with the same results. Finally it got quiet again, Carl figured she must have given up. He scanned through the TV channels, some he had never even looked at. He found a porno movie that sounded interesting, so he hooked the phone back up to order it.

It rang instantly. He picked the receiver up, set it back and clicked the order on the TV. It went through instantly, so he took the phone back off the hook before it could ring again.

Carl opened another beer, settled in. The woman on the screen was beautiful, she also knew all the angles so that she could display all parts of her sexy body clearly. He even felt himself develop an erection as the male star moved up into position. The scene moved in very close as the woman's pussy actually rolled inwards and then back out. When the male star pulled out to spray his seed all over, that was somewhat of a disappointment, he would have preferred that the guy had finished where he was supposed to.

Then there was a pounding at the door, someone yelled "Police!"

Good grief, Kathy had called the police? Carl went to the door, opened it against the chain.

"We have a complaint that you won't let your wife in."

"What is wrong with that?" Carl asked him.

"She says she lives here, sir."

"I don't dare let her in, she seems to be very upset and she has a tendency to go out of control and become violent, it is best that she spend the night somewhere else to cool off. I am just trying to keep the peace."

Carl knew darned good and well that by now Kathy would appear to be hysterical.

"I see. Will you open the door, please?"

"I don't care to. Do you have a warrant, or am I under arrest?"

"No, sir. I am just investigating."

"Has anyone been harmed in any way?"

"No, sir, it doesn't seem so."

"Then sorry, you can't come in. Please explain to the lady that it is a civil matter." Carl shut the door, went back to his TV set.

Carl knew his civil rights very well, and he also knew if he let a police officer inside for any reason then at that point they had free reign to do whatever they wanted to.

Things got quiet after that. Actually, it was a bit of a surprise, he half expected the police to try and kick his door down, they might have actually gotten it done.

Police officers typically dislike failure to mind.

But he also knew they had no reason to, and besides, he didn't give a shit. He also knew that they knew they we looking at a half million dollar home, and it's not nice to violate constitutional rights of people that appear to have money.

Carl's mood was really strange, he wasn't mad so much as sick inside, but his natural stubbornness had popped right up, at the moment he would take on a Grizzly Bear bare handed.

He knew Kathy hated porn, or at least she pretended to after what he had just seen. She also hated smoking, so he grinned to himself and lit up another one. They tasted like crap but he smoked the things anyway. He even puffed a little extra and blew it out across the room.

Stink the place up, fuck her. Fuck everybody, he thought.

Carl finished the entire six pack, then went to bed. The next morning he felt like crap but he was still pissed off.  He opened the safe and checked the paperwork he had filed a few months earlier on the house. He had noticed something odd, it was in just his name. Very likely a simple paperwork mistake at the time. He had plans to go down and fix that, just never got around to it.


Two Wrongs Ch. 02



Reality came in the form of flashing lights in Carl's rear view mirror. He had no idea at all why he was being stopped, the speedometer was on a steady 60 miles per hour.

The policeman turned his big machine at a slight angle to ward off any errant oncoming traffic, then came to his window.

"Driver's license please, sir."

Carl handed it to him, along with his insurance forms. The officer looked at them, seemed to nod and handed back the insurance receipt, keeping the license.

"Please wait."  The policeman walked back to his cruiser, after a few minutes he came back to the window.

"There are a lot of people looking for you, sir. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, fine." Things really weren't fine. Carl's marriage was shot, as far as he was concerned everything in his life had just been ripped apart. His wife Kathy, cheating in a dirty motel room with a man that claimed to be a friend? That wasn't fine. Then Jerry sent his wife over to make things right, like if Carl had sex with Jerry's wife Patrice everything would all go right back to the way it was before? 

He realized the officer was speaking to him again.

"Where are you headed, sir?" The officer repeated.

"I don't know." That got Carl an odd look.

"We have a report that you are missing, some of your friends are concerned."

"I am just traveling, I needed time to think. I'm not doing anything wrong."

"No, sir. It doesn't appear so. But Oregon is a long ways from here. Are you sure everything is all right?" He looked down at Carl carefully.

"Yes, there is just some things going on back home, I needed some time."

"Well, everything seems to be all right here, it might be a good idea if you contact your people back home and let them know you are fine. I will call it in that we found you. Have a nice day now." He turned to go back to his cruiser.

"Officer?" Carl called out.

"Yes, sir?"

"Where are we?"

The policeman again looked at him puzzled for a moment.

"We are in Texas, sir. Are you sure you are all right?"

"Yes, I am fine. I think it's time to go home now."

"Yes, sir. That's a good idea. And sir?" 

"Yes?"

"You might think of paying some attention to your personal hygiene." The officer nodded and left.

Carl sat there for several minutes, then started the car and turned around. He understood what the officer meant, he hadn't bathed since he left.

The last several days were something of a haze, he had been driving, just following the dark ribbon of the highway. Once he had stopped at a seedy motel but he was no more than inside and that caused memories of standing outside that room at another cheap motel, seeing his wife Kathy naked and willingly in the arms of his best friend Jerry.

Over a decade of faith and trust, shattered in that one instant.

The bile had once again rushed into his mouth, his body flushed with chills, sweat. Rage poured over him next, his fists clenched so deeply that his fingernails drew blood. Carl knew he had to get out of there, he was close to lashing out, breaking everything in reach.

He went out and got in his car and sat until he got himself under control, then drove again, finally stopping at a wayside to sleep in the back seat.

Several times he had stopped like that, when he felt his eyes wanting to close from exhaustion. At one point he had snapped awake just in time to whip the wheel back onto the roadway. Then the thought to just do that, smash the machine into something to ease the emotions in his mind.

Peace. It would then just be peace. 

Carl had shaken the insane thought out of his head. Now he was headed back home. It was time.

At one point he stopped at a wide spot in the road, it was raining. He sat and listened to the pattering sound of the rain on his car, watching the droplets collect on the windshield and then grow as they trickled downward. A feeling of calm begin to flood over him. The rain stopped abruptly, the clouds cleared and he looked up to see a wonderful full moon cresting the horizon.

The full Moon, so regular, so normal. It was a bit like daily life, each day is lived and then gone. Tomorrow the Moon would be different, in a different place. 

It was what a person did next that mattered. There was no way to change the past.

It was at that exact moment, that strange realization when Carl once again felt normal.

That evening he found a motel outside a small city, checked in. There was a moment of discomfort, then he let his mind go blank. He took a shower, shaved off the several day's growth of beard. He looked closely, noticing the sprinkle of gray, it had been some time since he had allowed any growth on his face. He realized he needed a haircut, too. It crossed his thoughts to stop somewhere and get one, then he decided to just let it grow.

Things like that kept his mind busy, it helped.

Feeling almost human, he walked across the street to a cafe and ate. Carl didn't even remember the last real meal he had eaten, there were some empty sacks of chips and a bag from a fast food joint in the car but he didn't know where they came from.

The on the heavy side waitress was bubbly, she cracked a few well practiced one liners, and managed to get a chuckle out of Carl. He accepted the piece of "genuine homemade berry pie" she offered. It came with a little toothpick and sign stuck in it that said "homemade" right on it, he laughed at that also. She had added a perfectly round scoop of Vanilla ice cream to the side of it.

Carl left her a nice tip.

That night he slept soundly for the first time in days. The next morning, he turned on his cell phone. The message box was completely full. He began to go through them, most were from Kathy, there were two from Jerry's number, and several from his boss, Harris.

He scrolled through them, the ones from Kathy started out pleading, begging. She even sounded like she was crying. Then towards the last her voice was raised, it became swearing, then some threats, with demands that he answer her.

Carl simply deleted them all.

He had worked for Jack Harris for more than a decade, the company logo was "Harris Homes" with a line underneath in smaller print that read "Quality isn't expensive, it's PRICELESS!"

Carl had always liked that logo. Thinking about that, about work made him feel almost normal.

He clicked the button and called his boss. The answer was instant.

"Carl! Where in the hell are you? We have been worried sick." 

"I guess I am in Texas somewhere."

"Texas? Jesus! What's going on, Carl? Is there something I can do?"

Carl told Harris about catching Kathy, not going into a lot of detail.

"I just needed to get away, I had to think."

"I understand, anyway I think I do. But you are more than just a worker, Carl. You have been with us over 10 years, you are a friend. I know you deserve better than that from her, but you can't just throw everything away. You will have a job with us whenever you want, come on home and take care of things."

"I know. I feel better now, I am headed home today. And thanks."

Carl hung up and called Kathy's number. It rang several times, she sounded angry when she answered.

"Where are you? Why won't you answer my calls? I have been frantic!"

"Did you call the police on me? Again?"

"Yes, of course! You just take off, vanish, no word at all? I reported you missing, I thought you were dead somewhere."

"I wasn't missing, I was driving, trying to think."

"Are you coming home?"

"Yea, I am coming home all right." 

"Good. I was really worried. I love you, I will make everything up to you, honey." Her voice suddenly changed from angry to soft.

"Yea, sure." He hung up, not waiting for her answer, then shut off the phone. He went out and got into his car, started the long drive back.

It took several more days, each night Carl found a room, cleaned up and showered, and then slept.

He was making the turn to the road to his house when he realized that on the entire trip back he had not really thought much about Kathy at all. He had mostly been remembering some of the jobs he had done, and he was feeling guilty about leaving his boss Harris in the lurch on the last one. Harris could hire people without much trouble of course, but their relationship over the years had grown to where Carl knew that Harris depended on him.

Glancing at his watch, he saw if was just before 9 AM on a Wednesday. He had been gone nearly two weeks.

There was no car in the driveway when Carl pulled up. He had half expected Kathy to be there. He put his key in the door, it opened, another surprise. He had figured the locks would be changed.

Nothing had been moved, it looked like he had been there just that morning. 

Carl instantly smelled the stale cigarette smoke when he walked in. The saucer he had used as an ash tray sat there, several butts in it. He had thrown the last of the pack he had bought out the window days before, not wanting them. He had done that only as some silly kind of punishment for Kathy.

"Boy, that sure fixed her!" He thought, then started laughing. He cleaned up the saucer and put it away, found a bottle of air freshener and sprayed down the room.

Carl went out to the garage, got his tools. He called Harris and asked him if there was any work. Harris sounded happy, eager.

"Yea! Thank God! We are on the apartments over on fourth, framing and putting up the siding. Glad you are back."

Carl went out to the garage again, found his spare locks for the front and rear doors. He changed them, pitching the old ones in the trash can.  

There was some kind of delicious feeling about doing that, it almost made him giddy for a few seconds.

Then smiling, he got into his car and went to work, like he always had before. There were a few looks from the crew but no one said anything.

That afternoon he told Harris he needed to leave early.

"Need to find a lawyer." Was all he said. Harris just nodded, handed him a card.

"I figured you might need one, that's Jeff Black. He can be one mean SOB if you let him." Harris grinned.

Carl called and got an appointment right away for a consult, it was like he was expected to call. He sat down with the lawyer and explained. He gave him a list of assets, then the lawyer explained how the courts usually go in situations like this.

"She will get her car and you will probably need to make the payments since her income is less than half of yours. Half the properties and accounts, too, and separate maintenance. That is pretty much the way these things go unless you can prove infidelity or something like that, of course she will just deny everything."

"I have proof." Carl told him.

"You do? Let's see it."

Carl opened his phone, showed the photo of Kathy and Jerry standing outside the motel, kissing. He felt a flash of anger again at seeing the photo.

"That's not really proof, they are just standing there, you say this man is your friend?"

"Yea, was."

"Well, we will need more than that, we can try but..."

"I guess it doesn't matter, what ever happens, happens. Let's just make it as peaceful as we can."

They shook hands. Carl went back to work. He worked by himself until after 9 that evening to finish up what had been undone when he left early. It felt good to work with no distractions, he could concentrate on getting each section as close to perfect as possible.

He even pulled and redid a couple of the siding pieces the crew had put up. He always felt that things should fit. Of course they made three inch moldings but that was what a tape measure was for.

One window header was a full 1/4" short, held in place by nails. He cut another piece and replaced that, adding the correct bracing. It kept his mind off of other things.

That night when he got home there was no evidence anyone had been there, and no sign of anyone. Carl knew that if Kathy had really wanted in she could perhaps get past the main lock but it would require effort.  He really didn't think she would do that but now he just was not sure what she was capable of.

He did some cleaning up, made a meal. The phone rang just as he was carrying the dishes into the sink.

"So you are home? Nice of you to call and tell me." Kathy sounded angry again.

"I didn't see any need to."

"What? Carl, I am your wife! What in the hell is wrong with you? I told you I was sorry, there is no reason for you to act...."

Carl hung up, went and locked the doors and set the chain locks, halfway expecting her to show up but she didn't. He was actually developing a mild curiosity as to why not. After awhile, he just went to bed.

The next day she called again. This time her voice was soft, pleading.

"I know how you must feel, Carl. I really didn't want you to find out, and I felt so guilty. I have been afraid to come home, face you because I know I am wrong. I really am sorry."

"Let's give it a few days, let me think...and calm down." Carl told her. He thought it was best to not tell her at this point that he had already contacted a lawyer.

"OK. I will make it up to you, honey. Everything will be just like before!" Kathy sounded almost like she was crying.

"Yea, well. We will see." He hung up, shut off the phone. Glancing over at the main phone, he saw the light was flashing. There was one call from his lawyer's office telling him they were serving the papers and sending him copies.

That afternoon Kathy called again, this time she was furious.

"My charge card doesn't work, what did you do!" She screamed.

"I thought it best to put everything on hold until we get all this sorted out." Carl told her calmly.

"What the FUCK am I supposed to do for money, damn you!"

"You have a job." Carl hung up, shut off the phone and went back to work. He kept chuckling to himself as he worked, getting some odd looks from the rest of the crew.

That night she was parked in front of the house when he got there. Carl sighed and got out, Kathy was dressed fit to kill, wearing that pretty outfit he liked so much. Her face was made up, she looked like she did when they used to go out for the evening. Something was different, it took him a moment to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra. Carl had never seen her outside without one, except for the dresses she had that had built in padded tops.

The dress she had on was the pink and beige one, something looked odd. Then he realized the padded top was missing, which had the effect of making the neckline much lower.

Carl came to a stop in surprise, he could actually see a large portion of the tops of her smallish breasts since the material hung rather loosely. She could not fill it out without the padded portion.

"Hi, honey! I have really been missing you!" She reached out and hugged him. Standing that closely, he could see her nipples plainly.

It was obvious to him that now she was using sex on him.

"What do you want, Kathy?"

"I want you, honey. I am home now."

"Oh." Carl pulled loose from her, headed for the door.

"Go ahead and get your things." He said over his shoulder as he headed for the house. He had spotted her small suitcase in the passenger side seat when she got out.

"OK." She sounded happy, walked over to her car as he watched. She deliberately bent over slowly, letting the top of her dress gap open, looking his way to be sure he was watching. She grinned when she saw he was. It was completely blatant, he had never seen her ever do anything like that before, not outside in public where anyone could see, anyway.

Carl opened the front door, shut it behind him and set the chain lock. The last glimpse of Kathy was her standing there holding her small suitcase, a surprised expression on her face. She had made perhaps just three steps.

There was quite a fuss outside after that, some screaming and beating on the door. Carl sat down and turned on the TV. Finally he looked out and her car was gone. He went in and got a beer, sat down and laughed. Later he checked his cell phone, it was full. All the messages were from Kathy, he just deleted them.

Then he called her.

"Kathy, I just want you to know I need some time to myself. It's best you stay away until I get things sorted out, OK?"

"OK. I understand. I did you wrong and I will never do anything like that again."

"All right, thank you!"" He said brightly, then hung up. That should keep things quiet for a day or two, he thought.

Two days later, the papers arrived. He read them, his lawyer was charging infidelity, asking for the house, accounts, pretty much the whole works. Carl laughed when he read the line about Kathy being "gainfully employed."

That night the main phone rang just as he put it back on the hook to order a movie. It was Kathy, she was screaming. Apparently she had just received the papers.

"You asshole! You acted like everything would be all right! You mother fucker, so help me God. You won't get away with this, you can't prove anything! I will take every God damn....." She shrieked.

Carl hung up, cutting her off, then took the phone off the hook. He sat for a long time, thinking about how little he really knew about the woman that had been his wife.

The movie was pretty good, all about this guy living in an world all by himself, big animals with teeth after him all the time. He was thinking he would like to have a smoke but that passed after awhile. There was some kind of diversion he had managed to stuff into his head, any thoughts of Kathy seemed to slide right off of it.

The next meeting with the lawyer went about like he expected. Kathy was claiming that all the photo was was a "smooch" between close friends, she demanded all of the house and assets, and half of Carl's pay for alimony. She even made the claim of abandonment over the long drive Carl had taken.

"It's going to be a fight." His lawyer told him.

"What do we do?"

"We could use more proof, but at this point I don't see how. We will hold the house, at least for awhile, but usually...." 

The lawyer's voice trailed off, Carl got that part.

"Ten years of marriage, the court will probably force a sale and give her half."

Carl sighed, went back to work. That night when he got home he found part of the door frame damaged. Someone had tried to get inside, and failed. He grinned to himself at that, glad he had changed the locks. He went around and checked all the windows, the rest seemed secure.

Carl had also installed all of those windows, a hammer would bounce right off of them. He grinned and went back inside.

He was fixing dinner when his cell phone rang, Kathy had quit calling so he had left it on. The number was Jerry's, so he picked it up, figuring it was Jerry's wife Patty. He was right.

"How are you doing, Carl?" Patty's voice sounded soft and sweet.

"Making dinner."

"Hey, I was wondering if you had calmed down? I would like to come over." She actually seemed to giggle.

"Why?" He asked, knowing exactly why. He tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear so he could flip the steak he had frying.

"Carl, I really do like you and I was thinking you and I..? I will do anything you want me to. Jerry won't mind, he feels guilty anyway about not just telling you. He told me he just wanted the four of us to be a lot closer."

"Jerry feels guilty? Sneaking around to a filthy motel and screwing my wife? I have been thinking of pinching his fucking head off!"

"Oh, don't be like that. I will show you a good time, don't you like me?"

"No. I don't. Not much now, anyway." Carl hung up, shut the damned phone off again. He was thinking that these people were just plain crazy.

Sex would make everything just fine, they thought? Sure, Patty was a beautiful woman, even more beautiful than Kathy. But lord knows where she had been or who with, no way in hell would he ever go near her. Kathy was mixed up in all of this somewhere, he was sure of that.




Two Wrongs Ch. 02



The potatoes came out a nice golden brown, the steak was tender. He sat down and ate, thinking of nothing at all. He was getting so that he could deliberately make his mind go blank, that seemed to help.

The first hearing went about like he expected, Kathy demanded access to the house but it was denied because Carl was living there and also had full title. The judge decided that since Kathy had a job, there was no hurry. It could all wait until they got all the details of who had paid what.

The deciding factor there came when Jeff presented the police report on Kathy sending them to the house. The report stated that Carl had been very calm while Kathy had been "upset and hysterical". Then when Carl's lawyer told the judge that Carl was trying to keep the peace against a "potentially violent" wife, Kathy had jumped to her feet.

"You lying son of a bitch!" She screamed, as her own lawyer tried to get her to sit down.

Jeff had a smile on his face as he returned to the table.

He did have to pack up and give her some of her clothes, a few pieces of jewelry that didn't amount to much.  He felt an even stronger flash of anger when he packed her underwear drawer, he wondered just how many pieces of that Jerry had seen. Then he found a sack with some brand new lingerie with the sales reciept. All of it was skimpy. That really irritated him, the last bill from the clothing store was on the desk at home.

"Shake this one out at the final hearing." The bored looking judge had said. Carl wasn't looking forward to that.

It turned out to be just luck that Kathy had stayed over at Jerry and Patty's house instead of going home. If she had, things might have been different but she was so sure of convincing Carl to forgive and forget she just hadn't done that.

Of course it was still possible that Jerry and Kathy were still going at it, there was just no way to be sure.

The shock of discovering that Kathy was cheating had caused his initial reaction, which was to just lock himself inside his house, away from her. Get away from the source of the pain, it was all he could think to do. Then Jerry had sent his wife Patty over to seduce Carl, like this would somehow makes things even?

Even seeing her naked, beautiful, to Carl that was meaningless. His reaction then was to run, get completely away from it all and he had.

The next discovery was Kathy's sudden shifts from being sorry, begging, to flashes of rage at him like it was somehow his fault? He had noticed that before, but now the swings were more extreme.

Before he had always just given in, it seemed to make her happy.

He realized finally that there had been years of manipulation, Kathy getting her way with everything, beginning with them buying a home far too expensive. It had forced Carl to work until exhaustion day after day just to barely make ends meet.

He thought then of her many long nights working late, the evenings she spent at the gym. How many of those had been trysts he would never know about?

Now she was living at her lover's house with him and her lover's wife? That all just seemed to be crazy to Carl.

But one thing did change. Carl was past being upset, sick.

Carl was mad.

Still, some things required proof, Carl really had no proof, not anything convincing anyway. If all he had seen himself was the photo he had taken, he very likely would have believed it to be innocent too. 

Close friends, a simple kiss. It would be easy to claim that was all that was. Carl had even seen Jerry and Kathy hug and kiss at some of the parties when they arrived. He had done the same with Patrice, it was nothing.

He sighed, nothing to be done about it.

The next day he was on his way out to a job on the outskirts of town, just a bedroom addition. The foundation was done, Carl was going to frame it out, he knew he would be done early and that meant some free time.

He drove by the little motel where he had caught Kathy with Jerry. He had just passed the driveway when the idea registered on him. He slammed on the brakes and made a U-turn, getting the blast of a horn from the driver behind him. The other driver gave him the finger, Carl just smiled, waved his hand and drove back.

He pulled in and went into the office. There was nobody there. He tapped the little bell, still no one. 

Outside, Carl walked down the short alley he had gone down before. The young man he had seen that night was standing there smoking.

It was rather obvious what he was smoking, Carl caught the odd odor.

"Hello, I need to talk to you." He said.

The young man jumped, startled, looked his way.

"Hey man, I got a license for this shit, my back..." He looked frightened, almost ready to run.

"Take it easy, it's not that."

"You ain't no cop, right?"

"No, I am not a cop." The kid visibly relaxed.

"I was here several weeks back, you were back here. I saw..my wife? In there?" Carl waved at the motel room.

"Oh, yea, the cute babe? She was in there hosing some guy, why didn't you go in and fuck with him? Man, what a prick. Didya kick her ass out?"

"I just..I need to know if you remember..if you would recognize her..them?"

"I don't know, man." He looked nervous again.

"We are getting a divorce, I just need the evidence for the case."

"Dude, I ain't gonna go nowhere near no court."

"How about if I pay you?"

"Like how much?" His eyes showed interest again.

Carl reached into his pocket, found two hundred dollar bills.

"Will this do it?"

"Fuck yea, man! Wow, for that much you can have the fucking tape!"

Carl blinked at him.

"Tape?"

"Yea, I got a video. Hell, she was out here maybe ten times and she was kinda a fox so I...Hey, you ain't gonna get pissed at me, are ya?"

Carl handed him the money.

"I would like that tape." He told him.

"K..be right back." The kid went inside, came back a few minutes later, handed him a disc. 

"Here ya go man, thanks!" He was looking at the money like he had never seen that much before.

"How did you get this?" He asked the kid.

"Computer. I set up a webcam, the thing is no bigger than a dot. People come out here all the time to get it on, it's a kick in the ass. Hey, don't tell nobody, OK?"

"You might want to remove those from the rooms." Carl told him. The kid flushed and nodded.

At home, Carl loaded the disc in his computer. Kathy was undressing, the sign on the wall was an obvious motel logo. There was a bed in the background.  Kathy walked out of sight, wearing just her panties. For several minutes that was all there was, then she and Jerry came back into the scene. Jerry was naked, his erection was jutting outwards. Carl felt some sick satisfaction when he realized that Jerry was smaller than he was. When Jerry reached out and pulled Kathy's panties down, then dropped to his knees, pressing his face to her crotch, he could not watch any more.

He pulled out the disc and turned off the computer.

The next day he dropped the disc off at his lawyer's office and left. He didn't want to watch it all, he could figure what was going to be on it.

That afternoon he checked his messages. There was a dozen from Kathy and one from the lawyer. He punched the button for the lawyer. Jeff must have been waiting for his call, he answered instantly.

"Did you watch that video?" Was the first words out of his lawyer's mouth.

"Just the first part, it made me sick."

"This changes everything, there are two different men on there."

"Two?" He said, surprised.

"Yes, at two different times. This appears to be done over several weeks and made into a single video. In one piece of it there are two women and that Jerry guy."

"Two women? And another man? Who is the guy?" Carl knew that very likely the other woman was Patrice. Now he knew why she was staying over there.

"I don't know, tall and muscular, looks like a bodybuilder or something."

"Shaved head?"

"Yea."

"Tattoos?"

"Yes."

"Sounds like the guy they have on staff at her gym." Once again Carl felt bile rush into his throat, he barely managed to control it.

"The other woman is a pretty one with reddish looking hair?"

"Patty, probably. Jerry's wife."

"Carl, I know you said you wanted any settlement to be as peaceful as possible, but do I still have to be nice..after this?"

"No."

"OK. Good." Jeff laughed and hung up.

Kathy looked nice when she walked into the room and sat down. She was dressed like she did for her work, she sat upright on her chair, her hands folded lady like in her lap. The older man she had hired for her lawyer was all business, he laid out the list of demands, stressing the "abandonment". He demanded that Kathy be awarded the house since she had more than a decade of "investment" in it. Then more crap about being "forced" to move in with friends. There was a full 15 minutes of that.

Carl and Jeff sat there calmly and listened. Carl noticed that his own lawyer never changed expression.

Once they were done, Jeff nodded to the woman he had taking notes, she got up and walked over to a monitor, pushed the button. They hadn't said a word to that point.

The screen flashed on, it showed Kathy clearly as Jerry reached out and pulled down her underwear, burying his face in her. Carl looked over at Kathy, her face went stone white, her hand came up to her mouth. Everyone sat there and stared.

"That is obtained illegally!" Her attorney exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

"No, it is lawfully purchased on the open market, my client has not been involved in any way in the manufacture."  Jeff grinned.

"Turn it off!" Kathy shrieked. The screen showed her face clearly as Jerry pressed her back on the bed, her legs splayed widely as he mounted her and began to thrust.

"There is more, lots more." Jeff grinned as his secretary shut the video player off.

The meeting was over.

Carl gave Kathy the small amount left in the bank account, after using a good chunk of the cash to pay his own lawyer. There wasn't a hell of a lot left.  He probably didn't really have to do even that the way things were working out, but the anger had long since left him by then. There had been that long decade together, Carl found it easier to remember the better times.

She also got the little Prius, although she had to make the payments, plus all of her personal items. There was a lot of clothing, and Kathy had her own IRA plan through her work.

He knew she would be all right, and even in the situation they were in, that mattered to him. 

Her attorney did ask for separate maintenance, Jeff just told him that if he tried for that they would play the entire tape in open court.

"You wouldn't!" Kathy blurted out to Carl, tears flowing down her cheek.

"Oh yes, we will!" Jeff said. Carl just sat there, saying nothing. He looked over at the woman he had once loved, her face was screwed up in hate, but tears were in her eyes.

Before, tears from her would cause Carl discomfort, he would try to do something about it. Now he felt nothing at all.

Carl got the house, which he listed as soon as things were final. Somehow he just didn't want to live there. The price he got was far less than the half million he knew it once would have sold for, but things were off in the business world. Carl didn't care, it was enough.

He never saw Kathy after that, she moved away.  There was one long letter ending in "I'm sorry." with a postmark from Los Angeles.  Carl read it and realized he still didn't feel a thing. He didn't bother to answer.

He ran into Jerry once at the lumber yard, Jerry spotted him and turned white, then scurried away. Jerry was an even larger man than Carl, but Carl realized the Jerry was afraid of him. That made him feel good.

He heard later that Jerry and Patrice had broken up, their divorce was ongoing and ugly. 

Carl had his lawyer make a copy of the video, and mailed it to Patrice.  He drew a happy face for a return address on the outside of the envelope. He was fairly sure of the results of that. Much later he spoke with Jeff, and it came up that Patrice had ended up with about everything. 

That was a little bit of a surprise since Carl was reasonably sure that Patrice was as guilty as her husband was, until Jeff grinned at him. 

"Careful editing." He said.

Jerry it seemed was having a tough time finding work, and his alimony checks were on the high side. Shortly after their divorce, he simply vanished.

The truth was that Carl didn't care, although he just could not resist getting in that last little dig by sending Patrice the video. That was as mean as he knew how to be. The other man that was on the video, Carl never saw that part and wasn't sure who it even was, although he suspected. It even crossed his mind to go down to the gym and have a little chat with the guy, but he never did.

There just was no point.

His boss Harris told him one day a few months later that he wanted to retire, so Carl bought his construction company. The price was good but fairly high, it meant he would work some long hours to make it but he had no problem with doing that.

The company logo that he had always liked so much was how his. He kept the same name, since it was well respected in the industry.

Life offers up twists and turns, Carl was now in business and fairly successful at it. He filled his days making bids on jobs and getting his fair share of those. Then he went out and worked side by side with his crew.

He moved into a small apartment that was part of what was now his office while waiting for the house to sell, there was just no way he could continue to live there. Every time he saw his own bed, the thought of Kathy being in it with someone else popped into his mind. He did not know for sure if she ever had, but the thought was there.

That part just would not heal, so he moved.

It took a full year for the house to finally sell, the surprise was when it sold to his own attorney, Jeff. There was some good natured laughing when they shook hands and Carl told Jeff that at least he was now getting some of his money back. Jeff's wife was a chubby and bubbly woman that ran around looking at everything, all excited.

It felt good to see someone look at and enjoy his creation, Carl had done all of the remodeling himself. She did ask Carl where the mattress from the main bedroom was.

"Burned it." Carl told her. Jeff grinned at him, understanding. That had been Carl's last act of closure. He had made it a ritual, first he watered his lawn, then he took the mattress and blankets, and dragged them outside onto the lawn. A dab of gasoline and it burned rather nicely. Soon a policeman showed up again wanting to know what in the hell he was doing, as he sat there in a lawn chair and sipped a beer.

"Getting rid of some bad memories." Carl told him.

The man was the same one that had showed up months before because of Kathy's complaint. It appeared that he was understanding.

Cops tend to know about everything that is going on in their area.

"Don't burn the whole neighborhood down, OK?" He told Carl. Carl had a fire extinquisher sitting right alongside his chair. Then the cop just shook his head and left, the fire was about out by then anyway.

Carl cleaned up the burned spot the next day and replanted the grass, it came in about the same color. That was his final act.

It was now time to move on with his life.

The young woman that had acted as his agent for the house sale was named Melissa, she was a widow with two small children. Her husband had been in the military, lost a few years before in an attack overseas. She was attractive and outgoing, her personality fit her profession. Just three years younger than Carl, he always enjoyed being around her, and in the long year of trying to sell his house he saw her many times.

He did notice that she seemed to brighten up every time he was in her office but Carl really wasn't interested in women right then.

Carl learned all of that about her life because the day the house sale closed he had asked her to coffee, just on impulse. She had smiled and said she would love to, and that first coffee date lasted several hours. 

That developed into several more dates, nothing serious, they mostly simply visited and talked about everything. It was walks, time sitting in an old wooden swing chair she had on her porch, talking.

It was nice having a female friend, someone to visit with, be with, without complications. Often they spent an evening watching as her children played on the floor, sometimes Carl sat on the floor and played their games with them.

He found he liked being around kids, he always knew he would.

Melissa also found him a very nice little three bedroom house, it was far smaller than the one he had before, but perfect. He busied himself changing things, improving the little home to suit himself.

One day she dropped by to visit, and found Carl planning to repaint the dining area. She told him that she thought a pale green would look nice, after checking out the beige he was planning on. They went down to the local supply store, and Carl let her select the paint.

Then she grabbed a roller, and joined in. They had it done in no time, and she was right. It did look nice. She even had him purchase some strips of finish wood, they put those up between each joint of the wall board, it made the room look cozy.

Carl saw that Melissa had somehow gotten paint on her nose, he laughed at that. She reached out with the roller and painted the tip of his nose too. Carl wiped at his nose and grabbed her, grinning. She fell into his arms and they kissed. It wasn't something he thought of, it didn't even cross his mind, it just happened.

"Well. I was beginning to wonder about you." She said with a smile. Now she had paint on her cheek.

Carl took Melissa out to dinner as a way of saying thank you, insisting that she bring both of her children. Other than coffee and lunch once in awhile, it was their very first real date.

"You want me to bring the kids along..on a date?" She asked him, a surprised expression on her face.

"Sure, I like the kids, and they have to eat, too!" He grinned at her. He had been around her a lot, the kids were getting used to him, so why not?

That was a fun time, both Miranda and Bobby were actually pretty well behaved for being just 5 and 7 years old. Bobby was the youngest. Afterward they took the kids to a game room and watched them as they created mayhem for a hour or so. As they were walking back to the car, he took Bobby's hand, Melissa reached out for Miranda, then slipped her hand into Carl's.

"Daddy, can we have some ice cream?" Little 5 year old Bobby looked up at him.

"Sure, honey." He answered, giving Melissa a sidelong glance. She just smiled and gave his hand a little squeeze as he blushed slightly.

Later that evening, they sat out on her porch sipping some wine, she asked him if he would like her to call her sister to come and get the kids for the night.

"Why?" He asked stupidly.

Melissa just grinned at him.

"Oh." He grinned back.

Carl waited patiently in her bed as she puttered around in the bathroom. Melissa was in there for a very long time.

It was worth the wait when she stepped out into the darkened room, the dim light from the bathroom behind her outlining her slender body. She shyly flipped the light switch behind her, crossed the room and slid into the bed with him, turning for a kiss. There was only a dim night light plugged into the wall.

There was a long period of exploring and touching, both of them curious about each other.

Carl had never known lovemaking like this, it was quiet and easy, somehow it was more like two souls joining than sex. Instead of any eagerness it was a blending halfway for each of them, everything was just right. He felt her take a deep breath and stiffen as he pressed so he paused.




Two Wrongs Ch. 02



She took a second deep breath, then relaxed.

"I'm...ready." She gasped after several seconds.

He woke the next morning, her face was pressed to his neck. He listened to the steady sound of her breath. Finally she woke up.

"Hi." She whispered.

"Good Morning."

"Thank you, it has been such a long time."

"For me, too."

Melissa turned and sat up on the edge of the bed, then looked back at him.

"I didn't want you to see...last night."

"See what?" Carl asked.

"My belly..I have all these marks." She looked down at herself, her arm coming up to cover her breasts in an instinctive motion.

Carl reached around her and pulled her close. His big hand gently traced across her abdomen. There were traces of scarring, stretch marks, a slight soft bulging there.

"You are beautiful!" He told her, moving her arm so he could see her breasts. She lay quietly, allowing the inspection, then she sighed as he began to nuzzle and kiss her body. She didn't resist at all when he gently pressed her knees apart, wanting to see her in the full light. The mass of hair between her legs was the same dark color as on her head. Carl parted her with his fingers, smiling as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Later, she sat crosslegged and unashamed as she carefully inspected him.

They were sitting in the living room sipping tea when her sister Clara arrived with the two kids. Clara gave Carl a long look, then she smiled.

"About damned time!" She told Melissa quietly enough that Carl barely overheard her.

Then both kids began to scatter toys all over the house, everything was just like it had been before.

The looks that passed between the two of them had changed, though.

It was only two months later when Carl knew for sure, he asked her the question that by now they both knew was coming and she jumped into his arms. There was a sparkle in her eyes, and they became damp when he told her he was completely and totally in love with her. It was a far stronger feeling than he had ever known before.

"Finally, I get to have a couple of kids!" He laughed, kissing her.

"It's going to be three." She smiled up at him.

Carl blinked at that.  

Then he hugged her even more tightly.

The world had turned right once again.



Two Wrongs DO Make a Right



(For those who appreciate erotica and those who enjoy a nice story...even if there's a little mistake hidden somewhere I forgot to look...)

Two Wrongs DO make a right

Kelly Richmond was having a very bad day.

It had been about 20 minutes since she had hung up the phone and she was still in shock. Jennifer, her girlfriend for the last 9 months, had ended their relationship with a phone call! Not only that, but Jennifer had admitted that she had been having an affair with a man! And, to rub a little more salt into the open wound, the man she had been seeing behind Kelly's back was there with her while she was on the phone, laughing quietly in the background! Finally, the last part of bad news was that Kelly actually knew who the man was, in fact, she knew him very well.

It was Josh, her brother!

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Kelly had first met Jennifer a little under a year ago when, at 20 years old, Kelly was still struggling with her sexuality. She had 'come out' when she was 18 and immediately wished she hadn't, her parents weren't supportive of her and fully expected her to grow out of this phase. However, to their disappointment, it wasn't simply a phase she was going through.

Kelly had become shy and withdrawn after that, her parents never treated her the same way and her younger brother tormented her about it. She hadn't wanted Josh to know about it but her parents kindly filled him in, much to his amusement. He's only a year younger than Kelly but sometimes he acted like a child. Two years after telling her parents about it she decided to move in with her long time friend Ariel. Kelly was as excited to be moving in with her best friend as she was to be getting away from her family!

Because of her family's reaction to her sexuality Kelly hadn't been able to meet anyone, her only friend in the world was Ariel and, unfortunately, she was straight. Ariel had been the very first person Kelly had told when she realized than she was 'different' and, in stark contrast to her family, she had simply accepted her friend's preference. In fact they became even closer to each other, Ariel had told her, jokingly, that she felt closer to Kelly because she wouldn't have to 'compete' with her to get the attention of guys and, of course, no man would ever be able to come between them.

Ariel had been very frustrated with Kelly's family when she learned about their reaction and as time went on, Kelly became more and more of a recluse; she wore drab outfits and never accompanied her best friend to clubs or even just to go around the shops. The reason, Kelly admitted to her after a while, was that she felt ashamed. Ashamed of herself and embarrassed by the way her body reacted around women, as well as the way it didn't react around men. Of course, Ariel had known the moment Kelly mentioned it that it was because of her parents, they had made her feel like something was wrong with her and convinced her that she shouldn't even think about being intimate with another woman.

Kelly's whole attitude towards herself had slowly begun to improve after she got away from the family house and moved in with Ariel. She rarely spoke to her mother at all and her brother totally ignored her anyway. No great loss, that's what Ariel had said. That was the start of a new life for Kelly; she could be the person she wanted to be and didn't have to hide anything anymore. When it was just her and Ariel in the house she felt great, but when people came to the house she still got pretty shy and despite her new freedom she still couldn't find it in herself to get out be around people. That changed the day Jennifer came into her life.

That morning Ariel had gone out with her boyfriend leaving Kelly on her own, it took all her willpower to stop herself going back to bed. Instead she went to the bathroom and cleaned her teeth, still half asleep she decided to have a cool shower. It was a hot day, the kind of day that made you uncomfortable all the time and Kelly thought a nice shower would make her feel much better, first she opened all the windows hoping the house would be cooler by the time she finished her shower. In the bathroom she stripped out of her clothes but before getting into the shower she caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. 

Kelly's confidence had slowly come back to her since moving in with Ariel who told her, many times, that she was a beautiful woman and she should start believing in herself. For a long time Kelly refused to believe her friend, convincing herself that Ariel was just being friendly but, over time, she gradually starting thinking that maybe she was good looking. What had also helped was that, at Ariel's insistence, Kelly had uploaded a picture of herself to a dating website and the response she got was very encouraging! Unfortunately all the responses were from men and, of course, there wasn't much point answering them, she had decided it wasn't fair to keep her picture on there because it was for straight people. 

So today, while looking at her naked image in the mirror, Kelly smiled and looked at herself a little more favourably than usual. At 5 feet 6 inches tall she didn't think of herself as petite, her blonde hair came down to her small breasts. While gently caressing them in her hands she decided they were about the right size for her frame, a good handful anyway. In the right kind of bra or top she could still get a satisfying amount of cleavage. She had a flat stomach which was a result of her involvement in the school's running team; she had ran in the 800 and 1200 metre teams for 2 years and at the time her stomach and legs got quite muscular. That was a few years ago now and she had lost the muscle definition she used to have, in a way she was pleased because her 'abs' had been a little too prominent but now it looked much more natural. 

Kelly turned to the side so she could see her naked rear, thanks again to the exercise she'd got from running so much her buttocks were nicely rounded but not too 'cuddly.' Next she examined her legs which, in Ariel's opinion, were her best feature. They were proportionately long compared to her small frame and gentle curves had replaced the hard muscle, they were very shapely from her thighs right down to her calves and ankles. It was plainly obvious that she had taken good care of herself and she didn't look a day older than her 20 years.

After her brief naked modelling show Kelly turned her back on the mirror and entered the shower leaving the door open so she'd be able to hear the phone if someone called. After being hot and muggy all day the cool shower felt great, the powerful jets of water massaged her neck and back instantly relaxing the young woman. She put on a pair of exfoliating gloves and began rubbing all over her body, Kelly loved how soft her skin felt after using the gloves. After doing the top half of her body she lifted her right leg so she could rub her thigh and shins then did the same with her left leg, as she brought her hands up to her face she accidentally caught her right nipple with the rough glove which caused her to gasp out loud, both nipples were erect due to the coolness of the water which made them quite sensitive and, despite the roughness of the contact, she enjoyed the brief sensation. Kelly had used the gloves on her pussy before, dragging the rough material gently over her virgin lips had felt pretty amazing and had inspired her to take her gloves off and finger herself to orgasm; she never penetrated herself while wearing the gloves because of the sensitivity down there. The memory of that day in the shower made her feel hot and before she realized it one hand had found its way to her shaven groin. She allowed herself a few strokes but stopped before going too far, even though she was horny she just didn't have the energy.

Kelly got out of the shower a few minutes later and dried herself on a soft towel and got dressed, it was still hot so she selected her outfit based on the weather. Most of her clothes were baggy trousers and jeans so she borrowed some of Ariel's instead; she picked out a short denim skirt and a thin white top and pulled them on. Because she was alone, and because of the weather, she didn't bother with underwear. Before going back downstairs she once again caught sight of herself in the mirror. At that moment, with her long damp hair, thin top and mini skirt, she looked like an advertisement for sex! Kelly realized that she had never dressed this way before; the little skirt showed off her legs right up to her upper thigh and the top clung to her breasts with her nipples poking through the thin fabric. 

Kelly smiled at her reflection and ran her hands over her breasts and down to the hemline of the top and slipped her hands beneath it and felt the soft skin on her stomach. She took hold of the skirt's waistband and slowly eased it up, raising the hemline higher and revealing more and more of her sexy soft legs. She kept pulling until the hemline was only a few centimetres below her bare rear; the waistband had gone over her navel so she rolled it down until it sat against her lower stomach. While she had been playing with her clothing she noticed her nipples were sticking out even more! Kelly had surprised herself; she never realized wearing clothes like this could make her feel so sexual. She decided to leave her clothes the way they were as no one could see her and walked downstairs, swaying her hips to and fro playfully.

When she got downstairs Kelly sat on the sofa, when she did her skirt raised itself up even further but she resisted the urge to cover herself up again, instead she sat back and lifted her feet onto the sofa. With her knees apart her pubic area was fully exposed, she lowered her eyes and looked at herself. The short skirt that had been made even shorter looked more like a thick belt and only covered a thin section of her lower stomach, the sight of herself like this again made her feel excited. She put her hands on her knees and slowly stroked her legs from there to her beautifully exposed thighs, the soft touch of her hands ran over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Not since the few first times she'd touched herself intimately in her bedroom, when she had sat on her bed as a teenager, had she caressed her skin in such a slow and deliberate way. Feeling out every curve of her soft skin she seductively ran her hands over every inch of her inner thighs, exploring herself.

She took one hand away from her thigh and ran it up underneath the delicate material of her thin top, doing so caused the fabric to move across her fully erect and sensitive nipples making her gasp. She gently caressed her left breast under the top and, unable to wait any longer, dragged her other hand between her legs. Kelly, using the pads of her forefinger and middle finger, stroked the sweet and silky lips of her damp pussy. Swapping from one to the other, she gently kneaded the flesh of her breasts, her breathing got shallower as her arousal grew and soon she started feeling the urge to penetrate herself. Her juices continued to flow, lubricating the entrance to her young body. Then, just as her fingers began to sink into herself, she was suddenly brought back down to earth when the sound of four or five bangs filled the room. It took a moment for her to realize that someone was knocking on the door, she desperately wanted to ignore the noise and continue pleasuring herself but she knew it might be something important so reluctantly she stood up, vowing to finish what she had started later.

Now Kelly had some problems; her nipples stood erect and proud and were pushing against the thin top she wore and her skirt was around her waist. She quickly tried to arrange herself to look slightly less slutty. There was no time to get changed or to even find some underwear! She would have to just poke her head around the door and try not to show the visitor anything. She arranged her skirt to cover herself and tried to stop panicking (she was in such a rush that she totally forgot the reason why her skirt seemed so small was due to her own modification.) Kelly straightened her hair and hurried towards the front door, her breasts moved inside her top as she walked causing her nipples to rub against the fabric which kept them erect. Despite the rush and panic she still felt turned on and, when she opened the door and poked her head outside, her arousal didn't subside, in fact, it just got worse.

"Hi, I'm Jennifer," said one of the most beautiful women that Kelly had ever seen.

It was obvious that, like her, Jennifer had dressed for the hot weather. She was a little taller than Kelly and a few years older, her long wavy blonde hair almost came to her backside. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts that were more like hot pants, the curve of her buttocks were clearly visible and she had a small black top that just barely covered her breasts. It was her breasts that most caught Kelly's attention, they were huge! At least, in comparison to Kelly's small B cup breasts they were. And aside from a pair of sandals that's all this gorgeous woman had covering her body, compared to her, Kelly felt like a prude, she still only poked her head around the door because, despite Jennifer's state of dress, Kelly still only wore a tiny skirt, thin top and no underwear and, to top it off, her pussy still felt damp and her nipples poked through the thin top.

"Are you ok?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Kelly responded, embarrassed she had been caught staring. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Ariel Calver, is she here?" she asked.

"No, sorry, she's gone out with her boyfriend somewhere." Kelly answered

"Oh right, do you know when she'll be back?"

"I don't know, it could be anytime, I could give her a call and see if she knows how long she'll be," Kelly offered, secretly hoping the blonde bombshell would stay a while longer.

"Yeah that would be great," Jennifer smiled.

"Ok, you can come in if you like and I'll try her phone." Kelly was quick to present the solution but suddenly her shyness reasserted itself and she was more aware of her appearance than before.

"Sounds good," Jennifer replied and walked into the house and her eyes lit up when she saw Kelly's young body. 

"I'll just be a moment," Kelly said as she closed the door and quickly hurried through to the living room where the house phone was.

Jennifer nodded and smiled as she watched the seductive young woman almost run away from her. The second she had stepped through the door she knew that she had to have her! Jennifer was pretty sure; from the way she had been ogled by her on the doorstep, that Kelly would like a taste of her pussy. Jennifer wasn't a shy person and never had been, she was beautiful and she knew it. She was also supremely confident in herself and her body, she knew that when she 'dressed to impress' she was almost impossible to resist. Still smiling she slipped a hand into her shorts and felt the warm moisture seeping from her lips, Jennifer had already decided what would happen this afternoon and, with no feeling of shame at all, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her smooth legs onto the floor. Then she lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor on top of her discarded shorts and, totally naked except for her sandals, she followed the young woman into the living room.

Kelly had her back to the living room entrance and never saw the naked woman approaching her; she was still dialling the long mobile phone number when, suddenly she felt hands on her hips followed by cool air on her rear. Kelly's skirt was on the floor before she even knew what was happening, she started to turn around, dropping the phone onto its hook as she did, but then there were fingers inside her thin shirt tugging it to try and force it off. Instinctively she crossed her arms over her breasts to try and keep her clothing on but there was no denying the invasive hands, the shirt ripped and was torn away from her body, leaving shy Kelly Richmond completely bare and at the mercy of the stranger behind her.

"Don't struggle baby, I saw it in your eyes, I know this is what you want." 

Logic should have told Kelly that her 'attacker' could only be the person she'd let into the house moments ago, but she was still moderately surprised to hear a female voice behind her. She felt bare breasts being pushed into her back as the woman's arms wrapped around her body and her hands each found a breast to hold. Kelly cried out as Jennifer squeezed her small breasts in her hands, she wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure. Then, as a counter to the rough treatment she had received so far, the next thing Kelly felt were soft kisses on her shoulder, the lips travelled up her neck then she felt teeth gently pulling the lobe of her ear.

"Do you want me to stop? Tell me to stop if you really want," Jennifer's lips were right next to Kelly's ear and after she whispered the offer to stop she resumed her soft kisses around the girl's neck.

"Well?"

"Don't stop," Kelly forced the words out. Jennifer, now she knew she could have her way with the young woman, released the small breasts from her firm grip and spun her around so they were face to face and planted her lips firmly on Kelly's mouth, her tongue separated the girl's lips and, for the first time in her life, Kelly tasted the soft kiss of a woman. 

Kelly had fantasized about her first time, had thought about it a lot. Her fantasies would always include a slow seduction followed by gentle love making, after all, she thought, women don't fuck. However this wasn't gentle or seductive, it was raw passion and raging sexuality, two women exploring and, in Jennifer's case, conquering.

Jennifer was asserting her dominance over the younger woman, her large breasts pushed into Kelly's small bust as she forced herself onto her. She'd been given the all clear and now she greedily enveloped the smaller woman, her tongue thrashed around inside Kelly's warm mouth and her hands ran up and down her back before reaching down to grope her succulent rear. 

Kelly felt her young body being grabbed and squeezed making the experience less like making love and more like raw fucking! Jennifer's hands were all over her, first they'd be stroking her back, then they were in her hair raking, stroking and even pulling her blonde hair snapping her head back and then they were on her buttocks, squeezing and even lifting her off the floor for a few seconds, she was being dominated by the older, taller and much more confident woman.

At last Jennifer took her tongue out of Kelly's mouth allowing her to catch her breath. However the separation didn't last long and in a few seconds Jennifer resumed her conquest, she moved her hands back up to Kelly's blonde hair and tugged it back causing Kelly to cry out as her head snapped back again, then Jennifer's lips were back in the action. She kissed and licked the girl's neck and throat leaving a wet trail along her soft skin; she released Kelly's hair but continued to taste her sweet body.

Kelly's heart raced and her scalp hurt from Jennifer's rough treatment but she was turned on, she was certain she could feel her pussy juice leaking out from between her legs and running down her thighs. Despite the brief pain she was enjoying being kissed, licked and explored, she felt desired which was something she'd never felt before, and it felt good. Really good! Jennifer's tongue was moving again, she felt hot wetness moving along her jaw line and up over her chin, then it was back on her lips, the woman eagerly licked around her lips before forcing her tongue back in to Kelly's accepting mouth.




Two Wrongs DO Make a Right



They kissed a little slower this time and then, all too soon in Kelly's opinion, Jennifer stepped back and stood in front of her, grinning at her work so far. Now Kelly saw the slightly older woman in all her naked glory she suddenly felt like a little girl. Jennifer was proportionately bigger than Kelly in every way, her legs were longer as was her hair, she was taller, her features were more prominent and her breasts were not only bigger but they were more rounded as well. However, Jennifer wasn't overweight, she wasn't even chubby, she just looked curvier. This, Kelly thought, was a real woman and, in comparison to this woman, Kelly felt like a schoolgirl again!

Jennifer stared at her and suddenly Kelly felt like she was waiting for something, although what that might be eluded her. She felt the need to explain herself to the grinning vixen.

"I...I'm a..." Kelly stammered, she felt her cheeks burning and knew she must be blushing

"Well Kelly, what are you trying to say?" 

Kelly couldn't remember telling her what her name is; she must've let it slip out. Kelly suspected Jennifer already knew what she was going to say; maybe it would give the woman a weird kind of thrill to hear her say it out loud.

"I'm...a virgin," Now Kelly was certain she was blushing.

"Not for much longer," said Jennifer, her smile becoming a wicked grin. Then she began moving forward towards Kelly. But then she stopped and looked into the younger woman's eyes.

"I guess that means you've never tasted another woman's pussy," she said it as a statement rather than a question. Kelly just shook her head to say no.

"How about your own?" she enquired.

"No," Kelly answered. She felt more and more like an inexperienced girl with each passing second, even though, in the back of her mind a little voice reminded her of what friends said about her; an attractive 20 year old woman. 

Jennifer took a step back and slowly raised her left leg, then she brought her hand down to her pussy. Kelly watched in some kind of fascination as Jennifer inserted one, then two fingers inside herself, gently moaning as she did so. She worked her fingers in and out of her body, enjoying having the awestruck girl watching her. Then she stopped and pulled her fingers back out of her pussy, she briefly examined her now glistening fingers and lowered her leg before advancing on Kelly again.

"Open wide," said Jennifer, lifting her wet fingers to Kelly's lips. The little blonde did as she was told but before Jennifer gave her a taste of her juice she traced her wet forefinger around Kelly's lips, then slowly leant forward and licked her own moisture of the girl's lips. 

Kelly left her mouth open while Jennifer tasted herself, and then the glistening fingers were in her mouth. She closed her lips around the invading digits and gently sucked the wetness from them. It was a taste unlike anything she'd tried before, she thought it was sweet at first but couldn't be sure, it wasn't the taste that turned her on though, these fingers had just been inside Jennifer's body, she'd watched them slide in and out of her pussy and now the same fingers were in her mouth and she was tasting another woman.

Jennifer smiled again as she withdrew her fingers, delighted to be Kelly's first experience of lesbian lust. This would mean she would have to be the giver rather than the receiver for now; she would have to be patient. However this opened a whole realm of possibilities for them, she thought that if she asked the young woman to do something she would most likely do it, and having a sweet girl doing her bidding was an incredibly alluring idea but first Jennifer would have to show her how it's done.

Kelly wanted to kiss some more, she wanted to go slowly and gently, to be erotic and sensual; however, Jennifer had other ideas. It was as if the older woman was in a hurry or simply impatient, her movements were fast and she seemed to be running on impulse, eager to satisfy and to be satisfied. Kelly decided to just enjoy the experience, it didn't really matter that it wasn't happening in her ideal way but at least it was happening.

With the taste of the curvy blonde's juice still on her tongue Kelly tried to make the next move, she moved forward towards Jennifer's pretty lips intending to passionately kiss her but as she approached Jennifer stopped her, placing a finger on her lips as if she was a teacher or a parent attempting to 'shush' a child. Instead of kissing again, Jennifer put her hands on the smaller girl's shoulders and gently pushed down on them, indicating that she wanted Kelly to lie on the floor. Kelly eased herself down but then Jennifer's impatience shone through again and she shoved the young blonde to the floor. Kelly was already close to floor and the carpet was soft but she still felt a bit winded, it was becoming more obvious that Jennifer wasn't the sort of woman who would enjoy slow sex but, again, Kelly reminded herself that she should enjoy herself and to let Jennifer do as she wished.

Kelly was on her back and Jennifer stood over her for a moment, she expected the larger woman to follow her down but instead she stared down her.

"Bend your knees and open your legs Kelly," said Jennifer, sounding like a teacher which, Kelly realized, was precisely what she was at this moment in time and without hesitation Kelly did as she was told.

"Good girl, now I want you to rub your pussy," Jennifer ordered.

"Huh?" was all Kelly managed. 

"I want to see you touch yourself, I want to watch you fuck yourself, then I'm going to make you cum, I'll make you scream out loud. I'm going to suck your tits and lick your cunt!" Jennifer explained calmly. She probably spoke in that tone of voice when reading out a shopping list! She didn't sound particularly excited by her plans for the young blonde but, in truth, she felt hotter, wetter and hornier every moment as she stared down at Kelly.

So, with her eyes fixated on Jennifer's naked body, Kelly put her hand between her legs and, like she had been doing a short while before Jennifer arrived, ran her index finger up and down her sopping wet slit. Jennifer watched every move she made and mimicked the girl's movements by trailing her finger over her own wet pussy.

"Are you nice and wet?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, it's really wet now," Kelly answered, enjoying the dirty talking.

"Good, now put a finger in there," Jennifer urged. Yet again Kelly did as she was told; her moist finger found its way to her opening and eased inside her body. It slid inside easily thanks to the amount of lubrication down there. Then she looked up and saw that Jennifer was copying her again with her own finger pumping inside her.

"Good girl, put your middle finger in there as well," Jennifer ordered. For the first time her voice quivered, making it obvious that she was losing control and soon she'd need to be fulfilled. Kelly slipped her middle finger inside herself alongside her index finger as requested, her two fingers still slipped in and out of her quite easily although the extra friction against her inner walls, as well as her ever more sensitive lips, served to make her gasp with pleasure. Slowly, shy little Kelly Richmond masturbated for the naked onlooker. 

"Now stop," said Jennifer. "Take your fingers out of your pussy baby."

Kelly nodded and withdrew her wet fingers, as they slipped out of her body she could just hear a slurping sound, she was wetter than she'd ever been before.

"Now I want you to taste yourself, suck your juice off of your fingers baby, I want you to know what you taste like." Before today, Kelly never even thought of licking her own moisture from her fingers, it wasn't because she thought it was dirty, she just wasn't that curious. Jennifer, however, seemed to enjoy the tasting and obviously got some kind of kick from watching Kelly do these things, so, obedient as always, she brought her fingers to her lips and plunged them in. The taste was different to Jennifer's; it seemed more familiar, although she'd never tried it before.

 

Jennifer had had enough of watching; now she wanted to get involved again. She sank to her knees and leant forward; she brought her head down in between Kelly's soft thighs and planted her lips on her foaming pussy. Kelly cried out again, this time, however, it was purely out of pleasure. She felt Jennifer's warm breath on her wetness and her long blonde hair as it rubbed against her thighs. She squirmed and moaned aloud as Jennifer's expert tongue ran up and down her sensitive slit. Her heart was pounding and her breasts raised and lowered rapidly as she panted for breath, she knew she couldn't last much longer. 

Jennifer sensed Kelly's impending orgasm and sped up her assault on the virgin pussy. She had been stroking the girl's thighs but now she brought her hand in between Kelly's legs and roughly inserted two digits inside the sweet entrance to her young body. Jennifer's fingers were obviously bigger than Kelly's and their sudden penetration caused her to shout out in pain at first, but the shout became a long moan of arousal. Her voice rose again when she felt Jennifer tongue flicking over her erect clitoris, the sensation of this stimulation, the penetration and the thought of a woman's pretty face buried between her thighs caused her to go crashing into the most amazing, violent and satisfying orgasm of her life.

When she'd had orgasms before, after a lot of masturbation and fantasizing, they often started slowly, a warm rush through her body followed by a few seconds of climax. Today though, with a woman's tongue on her clitoris and her fingers inside her, the warm gentle wave became a white hot pulse that tore through her body. Her pussy felt like it was throbbing with heat; it ran from her clitoris right through to her arms and legs, then her fingers and toes. Her body quivered as her senses overloaded, the waves still swept through her body causing little spasms in all her muscles followed by a warm sensation from in between her legs. Finally, the waves began to subside and, at last, she knew her virginity was gone forever, taken away by this blonde woman who had ripped off her clothes and awakened her to what her young body was capable of. Kelly opened her eyes to see Jennifer watching her with that grin still on her lips, those lips glistened with her juices, Kelly guessed what was coming next, Jennifer seemed to have some kind of fetish when it came to pussy tasting. Sure enough, the beautiful woman lowered herself onto her small body and they kissed, sharing the tastes of each other once again.

"Did you like that baby?" Jennifer asked after they shared the wet kiss.

"Yeah...I did, thank you," Kelly managed to reply. She still fought to catch her breath.

"Good, do you think you'll be able to do it?" she asked.

"I...I think so," Kelly suddenly felt very inexperienced again.

Jennifer rolled onto her side with her head propped up on her hand. 

"I think you'll do fine, besides, I'll help," Jennifer sat up with her back against the sofa and her knees bent and legs apart. She stretched her arms towards the nervous young woman, resting her elbows on her knees, and beckoned her forward.

"Come here baby, get on your hands and knees and crawl to me," Jennifer's even tone was back and, apparently, so was her naughty side. Kelly rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up, she slowly crawled to the waiting woman like she had been told, not daring to disobey. Not because she was scared of getting physically hurt, it was because she didn't want to disappoint the sexy blonde vixen, she felt like she owed her.

"That's right sweetie, crawl to me," Jennifer encouraged. "I want you to come here and suck on these," she said, her hands cupped her large breasts to show the inexperienced girl what she meant.

Jennifer watched Kelly nod as she advanced on her waiting body, her hair hung down the sides of her face and her small breasts gently rocked to and fro. Kelly hesitated when she was close to the large bosoms, she was worried about doing it wrong and, of course, there was no way she'd be able to get her mouth right around them. Jennifer saw that Kelly was nervous; her trembling hands gave a clear indication of it.

"It's ok baby," Jennifer said. She softly stroked the girl's hair to encourage her onwards but, it seemed, she would need more precise instructions. "I want you to lick my nipple," she said softly and cupped her left breast, offering it to Kelly.

Kelly obliged and slowly used her tongue to trace circles around the pink nipple, as she did she noticed that it began to get harder. This was a minor breakthrough for Kelly, she'd thought of sex and of things she'd like to experience but, she never thought about what kind of affect she could have on someone. At this moment, as the pink bud stiffened, she realized the she was turning this woman on, making her wet, making her groan and shiver and all this was accomplished simply by licking a small part of her body! Now she had a bit of confidence she took some initiative and closed her lips around the areola and stiff nipple, drawing on it and continuing to let her tongue dance around the sensitive area inside her mouth.

"Mmmmm Kelly, you're really good at this, do the same to my other one," Jennifer was pleasantly surprised by Kelly's natural ability.

Kelly swapped breasts and took the right nipple in her mouth while twiddling the erect left nipple between her fingers and thumbs. She knew she was doing well, not only because Jennifer had told her she was good at it, but because her body reacted so sensually. With the soft skin in her mouth Kelly listened to the noises Jennifer made, she moaned aloud and, sometimes, said Kelly's name out loud, which made her even more confident.

"Kelly stop, I don't want to cum yet, kiss me," Jennifer pleaded. Kelly removed her lips from the woman's breast and knelt up; she was in between Jennifer's open legs with one bent knee either side of her. Doing as she was asked, Kelly brought her lips to Jennifer's mouth and they kissed, still feeling confident, Kelly stroked her gorgeous curvy thighs making the older woman moan, her voice muffled by the younger woman's lips.

"Ok," Jennifer said, leaning out of the kiss. "Do you think you're ready to lick my pussy? I want you to do what I did for you, fuck my hole with your fingers and suck my clitoris, lick me out baby, will you do it?"

"I'll do it, I mean...I'll try my best," Kelly replied.

"Good, good girl," Jennifer said with an excited smile. She stood up and walked over to where Kelly had been before and laid down, knees bent and open again, inviting the young blonde to come and play. 

Kelly crawled towards the open legs and tried to remember all the movements that Jennifer had used, she had felt pretty confident until she actually was facing the glistening wet pussy. Surprised by her own willingness she leant forward and planted a kiss right next to her pussy, just a tiny distance away from the plump lips. Then, she decided, it was time to go for it, she stuck out her tongue and dragged it from the perineum right up the centre of her soaking lips, she dipped inside and felt the entrance to Jennifer's quivering body. Kelly teased for a moment, licking around the wet hole, and then she stabbed her tongue inside as far as she could. She could feel the inner walls on the tip of her tongue but couldn't get in any further, so she withdrew and replaced her tongue with 2 fingers, ramming them inside the dripping hole as far as she could reach, her finger tips moved around inside before being pulled out and pushed in again, getting deeper with each thrust.

"Ohhh GOD!! Kelly, wow! Don't stop...Mmmmm FUCK ME!! Kelly, suck my clit, please...oh please let me cum! I NEED it! I NEE..."

Jennifer didn't finish her pleading because Kelly, with three fingers deep inside her, had taken her advice and wrapped her lips around her erect clitoris; she sucked it into her mouth and her tongue played with it, each time her tongue touched the ultra sensitive area Jennifer shivered and moaned.

"KELLY I'M.....OHHH GOD I'M CUMMING!"

Kelly watched the climax with a very satisfied smile, knowing that she had caused all of her pleasure. The beautiful blonde who had knocked on her door thrashed around on the floor, her hips rose to meet Kelly's invading fingers, then she was limp, she laid flat on the floor and breathed heavily. Kelly finally removed her fingers from Jennifer's pussy; instead of wiping the juice off them she remembered Jennifer's love of tasting her pussy. So Kelly laid down beside the spent woman and offered her soaking digits to her. Jennifer simply opened her mouth and licked and sucked her moisture into her mouth. Then the two women kissed and embraced. 

That was how it began.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Afterwards they talked, Kelly told Jennifer about her family and her difficulty coping with her sexuality. Jennifer listened and said all the right things, the things Kelly wanted to hear. Kelly didn't learn much about Jennifer; she was single, 25 years old and lived with a group of friends in a house-share arrangement. She had come to the house looking for Ariel because they were old friends from school, Jennifer was a couple of years above Ariel and they hadn't seen much of each other since. Now Jennifer had moved closer she wanted to pick up the friendship where it left off.

That was when Jennifer invited Kelly out and, as a natural progression, they became lovers. Ariel seemed happy for her friends although she was going through a rough patch, she suffered with depression and it was hard on her. Later on she told Kelly that the day she'd spent with her boyfriend, when Jennifer first came to the house, was actually the last they shared, they'd split up while her best friend lost her virginity. It was like they switched roles; Kelly got more outgoing and Ariel became depressive and, in time, an introvert.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Unfortunately, as the months rolled on, Ariel became more withdrawn, sometimes, when Jennifer came to visit, she went to her room saying she couldn't cope with a crowd, even though there was only the three of them.

In a very short time Kelly realized exactly what Jennifer was like; she was highly sexual and very possessive. She took Kelly to meet her two sisters once, Amy and Bianca, and she'd asked her new girlfriend what she thought of them. Kelly had said they seemed nice and they were cute, it turned out to be the wrong answer and Jennifer became certain that Kelly desired her sisters! Bianca was only 18 and Amy was 19, the thought never (well...maybe a couple of times) occurred to her. It had taken a long time to convince her and, unsurprisingly, Kelly wasn't taken to see the sisters anymore. It was a shame because Kelly got on really well with them and it would've been nice to have a couple of new friends. But Jennifer said no and, Kelly learned, what Jennifer decided was final.

Kelly also discovered that Jennifer was a bit of an exhibitionist; she always wore tight fitting clothes and had her legs on display. Sometimes that wasn't enough and once, about 3 months into their relationship, she lured Kelly to a restaurant, Jennifer told her to dress sexy and, as usual, Kelly obeyed. She had worn a tight top with a bra that shoved her breasts up, and a flimsy white skirt that came to her knees. She thought she looked sexy enough but Jennifer wasn't impressed, she was wearing a tight blue top with no bra, her breasts were barely contained and threatened to pop out at any moment. Her midriff was bare from just below her breasts to the top or her skirt that hung low on her hips. Her mini skirt was so short; the hemline was around her thighs, barely covering her rear! Kelly wondered how she'd managed to get here without being molested, then she noticed the long overcoat behind her chair, the kind that goes right down to your feet, obviously she'd worn it to the meeting place. At least some sense!




Two Wrongs DO Make a Right



Jennifer had stood up to greet her but she was clearly disappointed, she slumped down in her chair and crossed her legs, showing off her long legs, when she sat down her skirt rode up further so she was almost sat on her bare behind! All the men had noticed her, and she loved the attention.

"Oh my god, Jennifer what are you wearing?!" Kelly was gob smacked by her lover's behaviour.

"Well at least I made an effort," she replied. Kelly was astonished.

"I tried, you said to dress sexy, I didn't realize you meant it like that," Kelly kept her voice low as she sat down. Her foot nudged a bag under the table, "I thought I looked nice."

"You do look nice, but I wanted to have some fun, I actually guessed this might happen so I bought you some clothes on my way here," she gestured towards the bag at Kelly's feet.

"Oh right, what kind?" Kelly asked, suddenly very nervous.

"My kind," Jennifer said with a wink. "Go to the bathroom and get changed."

"But, all these people will see," Kelly stammered.

"They wont see you when you sit here, we're right at the back and the tablecloth will cover you," Jennifer knew she'd get what she wanted and her playful grin never left her lips. "Go to the bathroom with the bag and get changed, but, you can only wear what's in the bag."

"I'm really not sure," Kelly said, her shyness coming back to haunt her.

"Look, I thought you loved me, you said you'd do anything for me, so why can't you do this?" Jennifer looked hurt but, even though Kelly knew it was fake emotion, she didn't want to lose her first real girlfriend. So Kelly stood up and picked up the bag, dreading what might, or might not, be in there.

"Remember, only wear what's in the bag, put your clothes in the bag when you're done," Jennifer instructed, her hurt feelings seemed to be miraculously subsiding. Kelly nodded and walked to the bathroom, she briefly looked back to see Jennifer smiling at her, she opened her legs to show Kelly what she had on beneath the skirt, which was nothing at all!

Kelly entered one of the small cubicles to get changed, her hands shook as she removed her top and bra, then she pushed the skirt down her ankles leaving her wearing only her panties. She opened the bag and saw two pieces of material; they were purple with specks of glitter on them. Kelly pulled the 'clothing' out to examine it closer. The top was little more than a bikini top; it wrapped around her breasts and fastened at the back with a loop at the top which went around her neck. It took a while to arrange it so her breast didn't fall out, it didn't offer much cleavage at the top but the hem line of it stopped right below her breasts, she had to be careful because it was clearly too small for her and if she tossed her head back the loop around her neck would pull the loose fabric up and her breasts could easily pop out of the bottom. She finally got it to a point where the bottoms of her breasts were just out of sight, the strap that went around the back held it fairly steady.

Next, Kelly pulled out the glittering skirt, she couldn't bring herself to remove her panties, she hoped that maybe Jennifer wouldn't notice, and then she pulled the skirt up her smooth legs, over her shins, calves, knees, mid thigh and upper thigh. It was just as short as Jennifer's skirt and just barely covered her rear. She had to pull it down so it sat low on her hips, just above the crack of her arse, in order to cover herself. Kelly was in no doubt, she looked like a slut, no question about it, she wanted to put her own clothes on but she knew how disappointed her girlfriend would be, they'd only been seeing each other for three months and she didn't want to lose whatever it was they had. So, she took a deep breath, which was a mistake because her right tit fell out of the top, told herself to stop being childish, after all she was a grown up woman, why shouldn't she have a bit of fun. She opened the cubicle door and saw herself in the long mirror, but shy little Kelly Richmond didn't look at herself for long, or she would've backed out. She opened the bathroom door and strode into the restaurant. The first thing she saw was Jennifer, smiling wider than Kelly had ever seen.

As Kelly walked towards their table at back she noticed some men would look at her then look away quickly, but it wasn't just men with girlfriends that looked away sharply, men on their own would refuse to look a second time. Of course, the problem was that Kelly looked young, her small breasts made her look even younger and, she figured, if they thought she was underage they would do their best to avoid looking, probably in case she screamed or something like some girls do. 

Kelly arrived at the table and put the bag of clothes on the floor again. She sat down trying to stop the mini skirt riding up but it was a useless battle, she felt the cushion on the lower part of her buttocks and crossed her legs, now it was her turn to show off, whether she wanted to or not! 

As she attempted to get comfy without showing off too much a waiter approached them, he offered them a menu while clearly leering at both women, Jennifer was loving the attention she was getting, even if it was from a man, Kelly just felt embarrassed and dearly wanted to get out of this place.

"Jennifer, can we go? Please," Kelly asked.

"I thought you might enjoy it, you're always saying you're not confident in your body, but look around. Every man, and probably most of the women are just dieing to fuck you," she said with a wicked grin, as if this was something she'd done for her girlfriend and not herself. "I dressed this way so you wouldn't feel like you're on your own when we go back home."

"You want me to wear this outside!?" Kelly stammered. "We'll be attacked!"

"Don't be silly, the bus stop is a 5 minute walk away and it stops at the end of my road, I want you to realize how beautiful you are and the best way to prove it is to see how people react around you." She did her best to sound sincere. "So how about it? A quick drink here, we'll be able to see the bus pull in from this window, when it does we'll just get straight on."

"Can't I at least put my skirt back on?" She asked, hoping to compromise.

"Is it in the bag?" Jennifer asked, reaching for it under the table.

"Yeah, there was nowhere else to put it, why?" Kelly asked. Jennifer retrieved the bag and looked inside, then Kelly heard a sound that made her heart sink, Jennifer was ripping something in the bag.

"Oh Jennifer no, please don't," Kelly whined.

"Listen Kelly, I will take care of you, I swear! Just trust me; I'm trying to help you. I love you, let me do this for you baby," Jennifer was almost crying. Maybe, Kelly thought, she was genuinely trying to help and suddenly felt incredibly guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Kelly said softly although she wasn't actually sure why she was apologising, a feeling she'd gotten used to over the last few months. When Jennifer wanted something from her, she'd take it, the more it happened, the more Kelly felt like some kind of sex toy. An object to be used by this woman, but Kelly loved her; she had been her first, and her only lover. Jennifer had introduced her to so many new things. When she thought about these things later she realized that, once again, the new experiences had mainly been for Jennifer's benefit, not hers. Jennifer had been the one to break her hymen too, she'd worn a strap on dildo and gently fucked her and, while squeezing her hand to brace for the pain, she pushed through the little barrier. Kelly had cried out as it bled but, at last, she'd got it over with.

At the time Kelly thought Jennifer had done something very kind for her, but as time went by it became more obvious that she wanted to use dildos and vibrators on her pussy. Despite all these things, that may have sent a stronger person leaving the relationship, she stayed. Her loyalty was shaken at times but Jennifer would always win her over again.

Kelly budged up on her seat so she sat right next to Jennifer; she stroked her long hair while the older woman 'gathered' herself. Soon though, after another miraculous emotional recovery, the two women started talking to each other and for a little while Kelly forgot about her appearance. That, however, worked against her because when she reached up to stroke her lover's hair one her breasts began to poke out beneath the tiny top she wore. 

Jennifer giggled and pulled her top down to cover it, when Kelly realized what had happened she tried to see the funny side and forced a giggle.

"See, it's not so bad, we're just two gorgeous women having a laugh, dressing up and giggling, it's what girls are meant to do," Jennifer said. When she smiled Kelly couldn't resist smiling back.

"Ok," said Kelly. "I wish you hadn't ripped my skirt though."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, really I am, I wasn't thinking straight. Forgive me?" Jennifer's apology seemed genuine.

"Yeah, but you owe me a pretty skirt," Kelly said playfully.

"Deal," said Jennifer as she leant forward towards Kelly. She wanted a kiss, but Kelly shyly backed off, Jennifer looked so disappointed that, guilt ridden again, Kelly leant back towards her and their lips gently touched. While they were kissing, Kelly felt Jennifer's hand running up her bare thigh. It made her jump and she quickly pulled her lips away from Jennifer's so she could look around to see if anyone was watching.

"Shh it's ok baby," Jennifer whispered, her lips right next to Kelly's ear. She gently rubbed her soft thigh, "No one can see what we're doing, the table is in the way after all...wait, are those panties?" Jennifer's hand had gone up Kelly's skirt and felt the silky fabric that covered her pussy lips.

"Umm, sorry," Kelly said sheepishly. "I ran out of confidence." Jennifer wasn't upset, in fact she giggled a little.

"Well they'll have to come off, my panties are in a bin somewhere, and if I can do it I'm sure you can, for me."

"Ok," Kelly didn't want to see Jennifer get emotional again, real or fake, so she started to stand up.

"Where are you going?" Jennifer asked.

"To the bathroom, you want me to take them off right?"

"You can do it here, I told you; the table is in the way." They were sat behind a wooden table but the cloth didn't reach to the bottom so if anyone looked closely enough they'd get quite an eyeful! 

Reluctantly, Kelly uncrossed her legs and raised herself off the seat; she ran her hands up and underneath her skirt and hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties. She looked up before pulling them down and was mortified to see two men staring at her from the other side of the restaurant, there was no way that they could see much from there but, Kelly thought, they probably guessed what she was doing. What was worse however was that a couple of tables away, an oldish couple were sat with their meal, she could only see the back of the woman but on the chair opposite the man could see everything! She was about to sit back down and forget the whole thing but Jennifer, impatient as always, decided to 'help' her. Her hand ran right underneath the young woman's skirt and yanked the panties down! When they slid down to her knees she quickly sat back down, after pulling them off her ankles she crossed her legs to hide her bare pussy from everyone's invasive eyes.

Both of the girls were laughing, Kelly's laughter was forced out but eventually she did see the funny side and joined in with her girlfriend's giggles. 

"Well? Do you feel sexy yet?" Jennifer asked.

"I guess, I don't know, I feel so exposed, I've never worn anything like this, not outdoors anyway," Kelly admitted. She felt like a slut, she looked like a prostitute and she was aware that if a group of men raped them people would say 'well, going around in tiny skirts and no underwear, what do they expect?!'

She was scared, the two men still stared at them and she was frightened to look at them too much, in case they took it as an invitation to come and speak to them. Jennifer, however, seemed totally oblivious to the potential danger and was perfectly happy to be looked at; her attention was focused on Kelly for now though.

"I going to be honest with you Kelly, last night I had a fantasy. We were in a public place like this and wearing these kinds of clothes and, well, I ate your pussy under the table." Jennifer said with no anxiety in her voice at all!

"So this, all of this was about fulfilling a fantasy? You should have told me, I would have been prepared!" Kelly wasn't surprised, she was just angry at being kept in the dark.

"You would've said 'no' and, I really wanted to share my fantasy with you," said Jennifer.

"So what happens now?" Kelly asked.

"Now," she said while casually stroking Kelly's thigh, "now I'm going to make love to you." Her wicked grin came back to her soft lips. Despite her fear, Kelly couldn't deny that she was turned on! Her pussy was moistening as fresh air touched her bare lips. Kelly wanted it to happen; she uncrossed her legs and slightly parted her thighs, allowing easier access for Jennifer's probing fingers.

Thrilled by her girlfriend's willingness, Jennifer moved even closer to Kelly, their body's rubbed together and Jennifer slid her hand further up the sweet blonde's leg. With no silky barrier to halt her progress this time, her fingertips found their way up to Kelly's moist centre. Jennifer didn't care if anyone saw her; she only cared about one thing: satisfaction.

Kelly leant back and closed her eyes, her top pulled up so the curves of her little breasts were visible beneath the thin and flimsy material. She didn't dare open her eyes in case there was an audience! She felt Jennifer's lips close to hers and opened her mouth, and then she felt Jennifer's soft tongue slide between her lips. The women kissed slowly; there was a soft passion as their lips met each other which sent shivers through Kelly's body. 

Jennifer ran her fingertips along her moist lips; it took a great effort for Kelly to resist vocalising her pleasure, she knew that they had to be quiet if they were to have any chance of remaining undetected. She gently moaned but it was muffled my Jennifer's tender kiss. Jennifer pulled away from Kelly's lips and ran her hands over her exposed midriff.

Kelly's eyes were still closed, she allowed Jennifer to do whatever she wished, determined to enjoy the experience. Jennifer had taken her hand away from her aching pussy and now she felt soft hands on her stomach. Kelly almost cried out when she felt Jennifer's lips on the exposed flesh of her breast. The bottom half of her breast was visible but, thankfully, her nipple was covered. Jennifer didn't expose her girlfriend's tits; she just kissed the soft mounds until she saw the nipple poking through the fabric.

Kelly felt her nipples harden, the sensitive flesh rubbed against the thin material and, once again, she had to suppress her pleasure. Jennifer leant further down and kissed her stomach, her tongue danced around her navel. 

"Are you ready for this?" Jennifer asked as she gently eased Kelly's knees apart. 

"I...I don't know," Kelly allowed Jennifer to open her legs further.

"I want to lick your pussy baby, just like in my fantasy, please let me live my fantasy," Jennifer pleaded. Kelly finally opened her eyes and scanned the room, no one seemed to have noticed, the old guy had his head bowed which mad Kelly wonder if his wife, assuming the elderly woman was his wife, had found out what he was looking at over her shoulder and gave him a telling off! Then she looked down at Jennifer and nodded, giving her permission to live out her fantasy and leant back again with her eyes closed again, when she leant back her top slid up again but, this time, it rose over her nipples and exposed her breasts to anyone who cared to look. Kelly didn't notice until she felt Jennifer's mouth close around her left breast.

Jennifer sucked on Kelly's tit briefly but the pulled the material back over them; she had other things to do. She moved in front of Kelly and knelt on the floor between the girl's knees. She put her hands on her thighs and pushed the little skirt up; Kelly lifted her rear off the seat so Jennifer could push it right up around her waist. Kelly wasn't too concerned about her pussy being exposed because Jennifer's body would be blocking out the view. Jennifer looked at the inviting and moist pussy in front of her, this 20 year old girl had 'given herself' to her, just like her dream last night. She was in a squatting position now instead kneeling, if made her own little skirt bunch up around her hips but she didn't care if anyone saw her naked arse. Jennifer was using one hand to stroke Kelly's inner thigh, and she used her other hand to rub her own wet lips.

Kelly felt Jennifer's warm breath on her bald pussy and braced herself; Jennifer parted her girlfriend's beautiful and moist lips with her fingers and softly kissed the little pink clitoris that was proudly standing erect. Meanwhile her other hand was busy rubbing her own pussy, not wanting to waste time, she plunged two fingers inside herself, rhythmically pounding her pussy. She felt like she was in heaven! Her tongue danced around Kelly's clitoris, and then she eased a finger inside her hole, hoping the girl wouldn't cry out.

Kelly really wanted to scream as Jennifer's finger penetrated her body, she was going to have an orgasm in a restaurant! She fought to contain herself as she squirmed on the seat; her top had totally ridden up over her breasts and rather than pulling the fabric back down she brought her hands down and cupped and massaged them, her arousal grew as she closed in on her climax. Jennifer was close to breaking point too, she fiercely pounded her dripping wet pussy with her fingers, leaving little droplets on the posh carpet beneath the table. Today, in the restaurant, Jennifer was only interested in eating pussy. Then she added a second finger inside Kelly's little cunt, fucking her as hard as she was fucking herself.

It was that second finger that pushed little Kelly Richmond over the edge, her desperate attempts to lessen the size of her orgasm failed, and her body started to tingle and spasm. The wave of warm energy hadn't been this intense since the very first time they'd had sex. As Kelly was reaching her apex, Jennifer was also at the point of no return, her body needed release its energy, she needed something more, more than her pounding fingers, more than having her tongue inside a woman's dripping pussy. As Kelly rode the huge orgasmic wave that pulsed out, Jennifer suddenly got off the floor and straddled Kelly's left leg! She rubbed her pussy up and down, humping the young woman's leg like a horny dog, and finally she leant over Kelly's body and grabbed her right breast and covered the girl's mouth with her own and, while passionately kissing, the had their mind numbing orgasms together.

Jennifer's pussy released its fluids on to Kelly's thigh, and eventually both women settled down, as Jennifer removed herself from Kelly's leg, the younger woman dreaded opening her eyes, who could be watching? Was the elderly couple there? Were the two men that eyed them up waiting for their turn? 

She slowly opened her eyes and...nothing, the elderly couple had left and the men who were looking at them before were nowhere to be seen, scanning the room it seemed none of the patrons had noticed their antics. She caught sight of a group of men outside and her heart sank, five men, all between 20 and 30 were watching them through a window, she hadn't noticed the window before! If she'd seen it she would have insisted they go somewhere else! Kelly and Jennifer sorted their clothes out so they were no longer flashing their pussy and tits. They both looked out the window again and saw the men, they were clapping! The men had watched them all the way through and now they were applauding them. It was so unexpected that Kelly and Jennifer burst out laughing, Jennifer even waved at them!




Two Wrongs DO Make a Right



A few moments later a man in a suit was walking towards them, and he didn't look happy at all.

"Excuse me ladies, I'm here to ask you to leave. You've disturbed some of our guests with your...inappropriate behaviour."

They didn't argue, however Kelly convince Jennifer to call a taxi to take them home, the men outside were still there and she didn't feel like being molested! The manager allowed them to wait until the taxi arrived and then escorted them to the car. He was about 6 feet and 6 inches tall so the men who had waited for them outside were left disappointed. They each kissed each other goodnight in the taxi and went to their separate homes; Kelly had never actually spent a full night with Jennifer, in fact, Kelly had never even seen her bed, all their 'encounters' were either at Kelly and Ariel's place or, like this time, outdoors.

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After the first seven months of their relationship it was obvious to Kelly, and Ariel, that she had become something of a plaything, something to be toyed with or simply used for Jennifer's sexual needs. Unfortunately, Kelly still loved her, she was still her first and only love and the thought of being without her was terrifying! She'd be alone again. It wasn't the sex that kept her from ending it, she was happiest when they just talked or watched a movie together, although that happened quite rarely by now. It was that she knew, without Jennifer, she'd have no one to love her. Of course there was Ariel, but that was a different kind of love. 

The so-called adventures that Kelly and Jennifer 'shared' over the remaining weeks of their relationship were always more about Jennifer than Kelly. It would always be Kelly who was knelt on the floor pleasuring Jennifer, and it became something of a novelty when Kelly did get some attention or gratification. Despite the treatment she was given, Kelly had become confident in herself and her body, she knew she was desirable to other people, especially men, unfortunately, but she wasn't really interested in showing off or becoming a 'prick teaser.' The only person she wanted to impress was Jennifer. 

Maybe it was female intuition, or a premonition, either way Kelly began to have a strong feeling that their relationship was close to an end.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

After the phone call from Jennifer that day, 9 months after they got together, Kelly's feelings were justified and, according to Jennifer, it was all Kelly's fault!

The strange thing was that it was all coincidental. Kelly had been walking around town with Ariel a few days ago, hoping that getting her out the house might perk her up. It worked perfectly and, in the sunshine, they looked in different shops, tried things on that they couldn't afford, just the normal things that best friends do. Ariel had suggested going to get a coffee, there was a nice place on the second floor of the market hall that they used to visit a lot in the past, before Ariel's emotional problems began just under a year ago, around the time she split up with her boyfriend. 

On the way there they walked past a clothes shop as two girls came through the door onto the street, much to Kelly's surprise, it was Bianca and Amy, Jennifer's two younger sisters. Bianca would soon be 19 and Amy's 21st birthday had been about a week ago. Kelly had wanted to say hello on her birthday but, as usual, Jennifer had said 'no,' afraid she might be more attracted to her sisters than she was to Jennifer herself! In the brief time they had all met each other, a couple of months into their relationship, Kelly had got the impression that Jennifer was as possessive with her sisters as she was with Kelly herself. 

Jennifer seemed to see herself as more of a mother to the two younger girls than a sister. Their mother had died around 3 years ago and, even though the girls were old enough to understand and, after a long time, cope with the loss, Jennifer immediately jumped into the role as mother. The loss was, of course, hugely difficult to move on from, especially as there was no father, but with Jennifer and Amy being over 18, they were allowed to be responsible for 16 year old Bianca. It was 18 year old Amy who had taken the loss hardest, although their mother had given birth to all three of them; Amy had a different father from the others, the result of a one night stand. So with their mother gone, Amy felt like the odd one out, she'd felt like this before but her mother, and Bianca, had tried very hard to make her feel part of the family. Bianca always referred to Amy as her sister, unlike Jennifer, who would introduce her as a half sister.

About three weeks ago Jennifer told Kelly that her sister, and half sister, had decided to move away, they found a small one bedroom rental apartment and moved in within a week of finding it. It seemed to Kelly, although she never mentioned it to Jennifer, that they couldn't wait to get away from her! Kelly had no idea, and no way to ask the sisters, what their lives were actually like after their mother died and Jennifer took over.

It was plainly obvious to see how close the two sisters were as they walked arm in arm out of the shop, they looked like total opposites which, Kelly pondered, was only to be expected with different fathers. Amy was around 5 feet 7 inches tall and very slim, almost skinny, but she didn't look unhealthy or anorexic or anything. She had gorgeous dark red hair which reached down to just above the middle of her back; she was wearing a black pleated short skirt which showed off her long legs as it was quite warm that day, and a baggy grey t-shirt that had some kind of picture on it, like a skull with snakes crawling out of it. Kelly would describe her as a rock chick; Jennifer had mentioned that Amy had been through a 'phase' of wearing black lacy clothes, a 'gothic' look according to her half sister. The only times Jennifer ever mentioned her sisters, which was very rare, was to mock them. 

Amy had some dark eye shadow on but she looked much brighter than Jennifer described, her pale skin was a stark contrast to the dark skirt and grey t-shirt but, whatever her half sister might think, she was beautiful and, with her red hair, dark clothes, blood red lips and dagger shaped earrings, she looked quite naughty!

Bianca, however, who had her arm looped through Amy's arm, was so different you would never guess they were related. At around 5 feet and 2 inches, Bianca looked tiny in comparison to her half sister. Although she was smaller than Amy, Bianca looked shapelier; through the tight jeans she was wearing it was easy to see the shape of her legs, curves in all the right places. The gentle curves from her thighs and rear came together giving her a gorgeous figure. Unlike her big sister, Jennifer, Bianca had small breasts, but, like her sister she had long blonde hair that easily reached her bottom, today it was in a long pony tail that dangled behind her. Kelly had never met their mother but she was certain that she had to have been some kind of supermodel. Jennifer and Bianca were, obviously, more alike than Amy, but all of them were blessed with great beauty and, when chatting to Ariel one day, Kelly assured her that she didn't, not for one single moment, feel a pang of jealousy. Not much anyway.

"Kelly? Is that you?" Bianca called.

"Bianca! Amy! Heya guys, how are you? I heard you moved out?" Kelly responded, genuinely happy to see some friends, even if they were forbidden

"Yeah we did," Amy confirmed. "We had to get away from...her."

"You mean Jennifer?" Kelly asked, already knowing that was exactly who she was talking about.

"Yeah, she...well, she wasn't very nice," said Bianca.

"That's putting it mildly," added Amy.

"Oh right, well this is Ariel," said Kelly putting her arm around her best friend. "And Ariel these are Jennifer's sisters, Amy and Bianca."

"Hi," said Ariel nervously, briefly squeezing Kelly's hand.

"Hi," said Bianca. 

"Hi," said Amy.

"Hi," said Kelly, all the girls giggled for a moment. 

"Are we done with the hellos?" Kelly said still giggling. 

"I think so," said Ariel, feeling a little more at ease after the laughter.

"What are you two doing today?" Kelly asked.

"Just looking around, sister stuff," said Amy, looking at Bianca and smiling. There was something else in that smile, a warm loving kind of smile rarely seen between sisters. "How about you?" she asked.

"We were just gonna get some coffee, do you want to come with us?" Kelly offered.

"Sure, that would be cool, we have some catching up to do anyway," said Amy. Bianca smiled and nodded to confirm she would like that too. "It seems like ages since we last saw each other, thanks to our lovely sister."

Kelly raised her eyebrows, surprised that Amy and Bianca knew Jennifer didn't want them being friendly, or even civil, with each other.

"She never told us why," Bianca explained. "Just that she didn't want us seeing you at all, and what Jennifer decides is final, or she'd shout and scream at us." So she wasn't just manipulative with me, Kelly thought.

"Sorry, I know you two are...seeing each other," said Amy. "It's just hard to be nice after so long y'know?"

"Yeah, I know, she can be a handful but..." Kelly was interrupted 

"She can be a real bitch!" Ariel spoke up with venom in her voice. Kelly had seen Ariel depressed, happy, tearful and jovial but hardly ever this upset and irritated. Ariel quickly composed herself and put her arm around Kelly's waist.

"I'm sorry," Ariel said meekly. "It kinda slipped out."

"Its ok babe, I know you're looking out for me," said Kelly. "Well, let's get some coffee!" 

They made their way to the second floor of the building and sat down around a table, Bianca and Amy on one side, and Kelly with Ariel on the other side. They talked about a lot of things and, surprisingly, no one mentioned Jennifer throughout their conversations. Bianca informed them that her 19th birthday would soon be coming around and, despite what anyone said; Kelly and Ariel were welcome to come to the little party, which would be a few friends at a local bar.

"Will there be cake?" Kelly asked in a serious voice.

"Yes, yes there will be cake," Bianca replied. She tried to copy Kelly's serious tone but instead she burst out laughing, a wide and pretty smile played on her lips. "Amy promised to make me one," she explained.

"I've never baked in my life," said Amy, eager to lower everyone's expectations.

"It'll be fine," said Bianca, still with her pretty smile on her young looking face.

"What if I mess it up?" Amy asked, wondering if there was a way to get out of it without upsetting her sister.

"Then I'll eat it anyway," said Bianca. "As long as it's made by you, I don't care."

Both sisters smiled and, for a moment, Kelly thought they were going to kiss each other! 

"You're both really sweet," said Ariel. "I wish I had a pretty sister to bake things for me!"

Their banter continued for a couple of hours and many cups of coffee, Kelly and Ariel enjoyed the company of their new friends, or old friends in Kelly's case. They eventually said goodbye and everyone hugged each other; even Ariel hugged the two sisters, much to Kelly's surprise after seeing Ariel so depressed and withdrawn for such a long time. It made her smile, Ariel was so beautiful, such a lovely smile and figure, from her dark brown hair to her tight little arse, but she was so much more than just a cute 5 foot 5 inch woman. She was clever, funny and caring, all the things you'd associate with a perfect girlfriend! She found it really hard to meet men, the internet was her only means of meeting people as she hardly ever went out, she reminded Kelly of the way she herself had been for a long time back when she lived with her family.

They exchanged numbers and went off on their way, Kelly and Ariel caught the bus home and the sisters made their way to Amy's car. They offered the girls a lift but they politely declined, they only lived a few stops away and no longer had the energy to walk across town to get to the car park. 

It was three days later when Kelly received the phone call. Jennifer told her that she had seen all four of them hugging and kissing in the middle of town, she was going to the bank when she spotted them. Jennifer had already called Amy and Bianca to tell them to stay away, or she'd do something to spoil their 'fancy' new life. Then she had gone to Kelly's parents' house and according to Jennifer, Josh, Kelly's brother, was there on his own. Within 20 minutes, she boasted, she was swallowing his cum! Josh must have known he was being used, but getting one over on his sister was too good of an opportunity to turn down, so it seemed.

Kelly was disgusted at her behaviour but also heartbroken because she had loved her, she was the only woman she'd been intimate with, the only woman she'd even kissed! After standing with the phone in her hand for what seemed like hours, she gently placed the receiver down and sank to her knees. 

Shy little Kelly Richmond sobbed and wailed, her tears became floods and her head was spinning as she crumpled down on the floor and cried.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Ariel walked slowly through town, uninterested in the world around her; she walked directly towards the bus stop. She felt a little depressed today, although her emotions were often unpredictable these days. She had spent the last hour speaking to a professional psychologist about her depression as well as her lack of self confidence. Every Friday at 4pm, Ariel came into the town centre to go to the mental health clinic at the hospital to talk about her problems and about ways to combat her issues. Ariel knew what the main causes of her problems were, in fact, she'd known for a long time, but simply knowing the cause didn't make treating the symptoms any better.

She noticed men looking at her sometimes but, although she had been assured by Kelly and her other friends that she was a really attractive person, she assumed they were secretly mocking her or she became convinced that as soon as she passed them on the street they would burst into laughter! She never turned around to see if they really were laughing, just in case she was right. As Ariel walked past the crowds of people outside shops and restaurants she couldn't help feeling inferior. She was wearing a simple white t-shirt with a floral pattern and a pair of jeans, an outfit she liked, but it felt stupid and out of touch out here, amongst people. At 5 feet and 5 inches tall, Ariel wasn't ultra tiny, she had a petite frame, small breasts and a lovely figure, her bottom was pert and her legs were in good proportion to her torso. Sometimes, if she caught sight of herself in a mirror at home she'd think, 'hey I don't look that bad,' but, every time she saw a leggy blonde in a mini skirt or a 'fiery' redhead, Ariel Calver felt tiny and, most of all, plain and insignificant.. 

As Ariel opened the door she heard someone crying loudly, she knew it could only be Kelly and rushed inside, slamming the door behind her.

"KELLY!" Ariel shouted, "Where ARE you?"

"Ariel?" Kelly's reply came from her bedroom, her voice quivering. Ariel rushed upstairs and wrenched the bedroom door open.

"Oh...Kelly," was all Ariel managed to say. The sweet blonde girl was lying on her bed, curled up into a ball with her knees squeezed to her chin. Her beautiful long hair was ragged, like it had been pulled and rubbed. It was her face that caused Ariel to stutter, her cheeks were red and looked very sore, her eyes were tired, puffy and also very red, no doubt they had been rubbed a lot with the back of her hand. Ariel didn't say anything else; she asked no questions yet because this wasn't a time for talking. Instead, she rushed to the bed and entered Kelly's waiting arms, the two best friends embraced for what seemed like hours. 

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After a while, Kelly wiped her tears away and suggested the sit in the living room with a glass of wine or two, (or three.) Ariel got the drinks and set them on the coffee table and the two friends sat together and talked.

"What an absolute fucking bitch," said Ariel. She'd just heard everything that had been said on the phone and, beyond that, Kelly had admitted things about their relationship that Ariel never knew, including what happened at the restaurant. Kelly had explained that she kept certain parts of the relationship a secret from her best friend. Sometimes it was out of shame; Kelly simply didn't want Ariel to think of her as a whore! Also, Kelly had continued, with Ariel's problems, she hadn't wanted to burden her. Most of all, Kelly realized, she didn't want to tell Ariel about the more extreme things in case Ariel made her realize she was being used. 

Everything was out in the open now and they promised, they swore, there would be no more secrets. Ariel knew she couldn't tell her about the main cause of her angst, not yet at least, but everything else was fine by her. Kelly even admitted that it was Jennifer who ripped her white top nine months ago and had not, as Kelly had suggested at the time, been thrown away accidentally! Kelly had stopped feeling sad, thanks mostly to her friend, now she felt nothing but anger towards the woman who had spoiled her, made her into an object; to be used whenever she pleased. Kelly didn't feel anything about her brother; truthfully, she'd stopped caring about him the day she got away from him and his childish taunting.

"They were so right," Ariel continued. "Bianca and Amy, no wonder they got out as fast as they could! I wonder what they think about being told to stay away."

Kelly was still numb, but the sadness and despair had left her to be replaced by anger. She had never felt this angry towards anyone before, sure she'd been frustrated at her family and at times with the world in general, but this, was a much more focused feeling. She wanted to get back at her, to show her that she wasn't some plaything to be toyed with and then discarded. But how could she? What could she do? It wasn't until Ariel mentioned the two sisters that an idea formed in her head. Bianca's 19th birthday would take place tomorrow and she was invited. Logic told her that Jennifer wouldn't show up if she had a problem with her siblings, considering the kind of person Kelly knew her to be, she probably wouldn't have gone anyway, after all, the attention would be on someone else and not on her.

The way Jennifer reacted when she and Kelly even spoke about her two sisters made it obvious that the one thing she'd hate most would be someone overlooking her and going for one of them. That's most likely why Jennifer kept them hidden away, to make sure no one ever got the chance. If Kelly was going to try to seduce one of the sisters in would have to be Bianca, Amy was very beautiful but she was Jennifer's half sister, so being with Bianca would likely piss her off more.

"Kelly? Are you ok?" Ariel asked.

"Yeah, sorry, I was miles away," said Kelly. She decided not to tell Ariel her plan, if she did Ariel might try to talk her out of it and, most of all, she didn't want Ariel to think less of her. 

"How do you feel now?" Ariel persisted.

"I'm ok," she lied, "I just feel angry at her and upset that's all. I'll be ok, promise."

It was about 6pm now and they continued their chatting and drinking until Kelly finally got rid of the numbness and felt more like herself, they laughed together as the alcohol had the desired effect. After an hour or so she decided to call Bianca and Amy, to see if they were ok and, critically for Kelly's ideas, if they were still invited to her birthday get-together. After the 5th ring it was Amy who answered the phone.




Two Wrongs DO Make a Right



"Hello"

"Amy? It's Kelly," She said, trying not to sound drunk. "Are you ok?"

"Oh hiya! I'm ok, how are you? Jennifer called earlier to tell us what happened...and why, we wondered if you would be upset with us. Sorry but we had no idea she'd even seen us," Amy's words were rushed, like a naughty child who's mother had caught her stealing a sweetie.

"No, of course not," Kelly assured her. "There's only one person I blame and it's her, not you."

"Good," said Amy audibly relieved. Kelly smiled when she heard Amy explaining that she wasn't upset with them to Bianca in the background. She faintly heard Bianca saying something to her sister before Amy came back on the phone. "Are you still going to come out tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure," said Kelly. "I actually wondered if we were still invited."

"Of course, we were going to call tomorrow anyway because we decided not to go to the pub we mentioned, there's a club in town that opened last month called Rapture. Do you know it?" Amy asked.

"Yeah I know it, how many people will be there?" Kelly asked.

"Four or five others, we'll meet up outside at about 7pm, we could swing by and pick you up if you like?" She offered.

"That would be great, thank you," said Kelly. She told her the full address then, after chatting for a few minutes, she hung up and returned to Ariel and filled her in on the details of the conversation. They spent the evening talking and watched a couple of DVDs, for once Ariel enjoyed a nice night in with her best friend. That night, while tucked up in bed, Kelly ran through all the possibilities that could happen tomorrow evening.

The next morning she awoke with quite a few doubts, unsure of whether to go through with it or not, after all, Bianca had done nothing to her. Besides, she didn't even know if Bianca was gay or straight! Then she thought of Jennifer, she had said on the phone that within 20 minutes of her brother answering the door, she was swallowing his cum! Then she thought about her brother's voice in the background of the phone call, laughing faintly. Finally, it was the mental image she had in her mind of the two of them fucking each other and laughing at her that convinced her to go through with it, this anger motivated her onward through the entire day.

Because the venue had changed from a quiet pub to a noisy club, Kelly would be able to dress up in a more revealing way, as a lot of girls do in hot clubs, and she had the perfect outfit for it. Ironically, Jennifer had bought it for her but, for once, Kelly had refused to wear it and it ended up in the wardrobe and forgotten, until now. It was a slinky white and silver sequin mini dress with long cut out sleeves. The silver sequins made up the main part of the dress so it sparkled in the light; the straps that went over her shoulders were just plain silver. The cuffs of the sleeves were also silver and the sleeves themselves were white. The sleeves were actually thin pieces of material that made it look like they had been torn open so her bare arms would actually be mostly visible. The neck line sat across her breasts, showing a small bit of cleavage but it wasn't a plunging neck line by any means. It wasn't the upper part of the dress that got her attention when she tried it on in front of the mirror however, the dress was really short, at first she didn't think it would cover her arse but after straightening it a bit it just sat below her buttocks. The hemline was a few centimetres below the curves of her rear, originally she was going to go out with no underwear on, so she could show off to the birthday girl, but if she did that she'd end up either getting raped or arrested! Instead she found a nice silver thong and decided to wear a long coat to keep her from freezing to death.

Ariel walked into the room as Kelly admired her long curvy legs in the mirror.

"Wow, you're going to wear that," she said in amazement.

"Do you like it?" Kelly asked as she brushed her hair from her face.

"It's nice but, are you going to wear trousers or something with it?"

"No," Kelly replied. "Just a coat to cover up from the cold, what are you going to wear?"

"I don't know, honestly, I'm not sure if I want to go," said Ariel.

"Oh? Why not? I thought it would be fun for us to get out," said Kelly.

"I know, it's just, I don't think I'll cope well around all those people and if I start panicking I'll spoil it for everyone, you'll be fine though. You'll have Bianca and Amy taking you there right?" It wasn't the real reason Ariel didn't want to go but it was a good enough excuse. 

"Well they'll be in a taxi, they're going to get it to stop here on the way to the club, are you sure you don't want to come?" She asked.

"I'm sure, sorry." Ariel said with her eyes lowered.

"Its ok honey," said Kelly. She walked over to her friend and they hugged for a while, then Ariel went downstairs and Kelly continued to get ready. She found some nice heeled shoes to go with her outfit, she thought about high heels but she didn't like how uncomfortable they could be, especially while dancing. She found some earrings with fake diamonds in them, despite not being the real thing they still looked nice and sparkled in the light. She took another look at herself in the mirror and briefly thought about how all those months ago she had stood here an examined herself; she had worn a little denim skirt and a thin white top. Before that day she'd never dressed so provocatively before, how she had changed since that fateful day.

Kelly waited by the window downstairs, periodically glancing into the street to see if the two sisters were on their way. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest and she guessed that she must look quite pale; she was nervous about seeing them both but she was also quite aware of how revealing her little dress was, but she wasn't going to seduce anyone by wearing baggy jeans and a hoodie! Despite her nerves about what she was wearing, she did feel sexy and alluring which inspired her self confidence to rise against her jitters. At last a pair of headlights drew close and the horn sounded; through the window she could see both Amy and Bianca in the back of the car. She waved to let them know she was on her way and grabbed her coat; she decided to carry a wallet in her coat pocket so she didn't need to take a bag.

"I'll see you later, have a good time," said Ariel half-heartedly.

"Thanks babe," said Kelly, oblivious to the slightly 'off' tone that Ariel used. "I'll see you later, don't wait up." She pulled the door open and stepped into the chilly night, pulling her coat on and fastening the front as she walked toward the waiting taxi. It would've made more sense for one of the girls to get in the front, but Kelly saw that Bianca would be sandwiched between Amy's and her own body which seemed much more appealing!

"Hi you two," said Kelly as she opened the car's rear door. As she climbed in the two girls moved up to allow her more space, she noticed that they both wore similar coats to her which hid their clothing, she'd have to wait until they arrived at the club to see what was hiding their young and slim bodies. She did notice, however, that both girls had bare legs which seemed like a good start!

"Heya Kelly," they said in unison.

"Happy Birthday honey," said Kelly, leaning towards Bianca for a quick kiss. Bianca may have expected a peck on the cheek but Kelly decided to take a risk straight away, she put a hand on Bianca's bare knee and very quickly kissed her on the lips. She didn't try to use her tongue; she just pressed her lips against Bianca's for a moment and leaned away.

"And where's mine?" Amy asked with a playful smile.

"I'm sorry," said Kelly giggling, her hand was still on Bianca's knee but, as she leant towards Amy, she slid her hand a little further up her leg. Bianca didn't flinch at all, which, Kelly thought, was a good sign. Amy leant forward to meet her and they quickly pressed their lips together directly in front of Bianca, as the taxi pulled away she moved her hand away, she didn't want to try too much too soon unless she came on too strong and scared her away. The three girls talked and giggled during the journey, according to the sisters they would be met inside the club by a couple of former school friends who they kept in touch with, both of whom were women of Amy's age which pleased Kelly. No men was just what she wanted to hear, the last thing she needed was to be fighting off the advances of some guy she'd never met before, so far, everything was going well.

They arrived at the club about 10 minutes later; there was very little traffic on the roads which made them all wonder if the club would be emptier than they anticipated. After Amy paid the driver all three of them got out of the car, Amy's door was closest to the curb so they all got out the same way and, as Bianca climbed out, Kelly watched as her coat rode up slightly, showing off a little more of the birthday girl's sexy thighs. Once they were all out they made their way to the door, still chatting and giggling, there wasn't a queue outside the door which confirmed their suspicion that the club wouldn't be packed, the doorman smiled at the three women and waved them in, taking a good look at all three of their sweet arses as they walked past him.

Despite the lack of a queue outside there were still a lot of people in there, the music had a beat to it that shook them right to the bone and, evidently, it had the same effect on most of the patrons as they danced with their hands in the air and moved to the beat. Bianca saw the two girls they were meant to be meeting sat at a large table, they stood up when they saw the sisters and immediately embraced them, exchanging greetings, smiles and pecks on the cheeks. Kelly was introduced as a good friend of both sisters, which made her feel more at ease. The two girls weren't as good looking as Kelly had expected, in fact, they were downright ugly! One was overweight and the other, while much slimmer than her friend, had a really goofy looking face, she had a large overbite and greasy skin. A real pair of lookers, Kelly thought sarcastically as she shook their hands rather than embracing them, she doubted her arms would get all the way around the large girl anyway, besides, she'd struggle to get close enough to actually embrace her given the protrusion of the massive tits that stuck out before her, only a top engineer with a degree in booby science would be able to fashion a bra strong enough to hold those mammas in place. Kelly was being cruel and she knew it, in truth she just didn't want to be fighting for the newly 19 year old blonde's attention! 

It was hot in the club and both of the sisters removed their coats, giving Kelly her first real look at her prey. Amy was wearing a little black skirt that hugged her tightly showing off the curves of her rear, it came to her upper thigh showing off her gorgeous slim legs. She had a simple black 'crop top' on that tightly hugged her breasts, making them seem larger than they were and pushed them up to show her cleavage, the hemline came to a couple of inches below her breasts which left her flat stomach bare. She had been wearing her hair up in a pony tail but now she took out the bobble and shook her dark red hair out, it fell around her face and shoulders suddenly transforming her from a normal beautiful woman to a rebellious young rock chick.

Next it was Bianca, a small floral coloured dress. On top, the neck line was very revealing, Bianca only had small breasts but what she did have was out on display. It was shaped more like a night shirt or lingerie than a 'going-out' dress, the neck was 'U' shaped, and the bottom of the 'U' sat below the centre of her breasts and curved up to where it met the thin straps that held the little dress up on her shoulders. Kelly could see the definition of each small mound of flesh and guessed that not much more than the young girl's nipples were covered by the ever thinning material. At the bottom, the hem line sat around her upper thighs with a small slit cut out of it over her left leg so, when she sat down and crossed her left leg over her right, the slit widened preventing the thin material from tearing. Even while she was standing the slit hung open against her thigh, showing even more of her soft skin.

However, the prize for the shortest hem line went to Kelly herself! When she discarded her coat both Amy and Bianca looked her up and down for a while, the silver sequined dress showing the maximum amount of leg possible while hiding her arse. So Bianca almost had her tits out, Amy's body from below her breasts to her hips was bare to the world and Kelly's own rear, as well as her pussy, was covered by mere centimetres! The moment all three women dropped their coats they became, for a while, the focus of many people's attention! 

They all complimented each other on their outfits which made all of them feel even more confident, Bianca sat on a large seat that ran the length of the room against the wall and Kelly squeezed in beside her so that their bare thighs touched each other, Kelly made sure they continued touching, she wanted to see if Bianca would pull away or if she'd stay. When they had their drinks and were all laughing with each other, Kelly, just occasionally, touched Bianca's arm, other times she casually laid her hand on her knee or thigh. All the time she went a little bit further than before, rather than quickly touching Bianca's leg, she let her hand linger, enjoying the feel of the girl's soft skin, then she lightly stroked her thigh while they talked. No matter what she did, Bianca seemed perfectly happy to let her, however, what Kelly had been hoping for was some reciprocation, she wanted Bianca to touch her. As time went on it became less likely to happen and, it seemed, Bianca was simply dismissing her touch as friendly interaction. After an hour and a half, and several drinks, Kelly decided to give it one more go.

"Shall we have a dance?" Kelly asked.

"I'm awful at dancing," said Bianca with a giggle, the alcohol was swimming through her small body and, no doubt, in her head as well.

"So am I," Kelly assured her, "but we don't have to."

"Go on then, let's go and make ourselves look stupid," said Bianca with a smile. They got to their feet and made their way to the dance floor, Amy was talking to the other girls but she smiled at Bianca as she led Kelly by her hand into the crowd. At first then danced quickly with their hands in the air, laughing as they tried to keep to the beat. Suddenly the lights went down and a soft rhythm took the place of the hardcore beating. Kelly parted her arms, inviting the young woman to dance with her. Bianca, still smiling, stepped into her arms and they softly embraced. They moved their feet slowly and seemed to glide across the floor; Bianca rested her head on Kelly breast as they danced. Their legs touched as they moved, rubbing their soft thighs together, Kelly let her hand fall to Bianca's lower back, gently cradling the smaller woman. Bianca slowly lifted her head from Kelly's breast and looked up into her eyes. For a second that felt like an hour their gaze met, Kelly knew it would be now or never, she slowly brought her head in close to Bianca's, her lips quivered in excitement as they got ever closer, Bianca tipped her head back, offering her lips to the oncoming woman, their lips were so close, Kelly closed in, and felt Bianca's lips lightly touch hers. Then the lights rose again and the beat suddenly thudded into life, both women were startled and withdrew from each other. Realising what had just happened they couldn't help smiling at each other, and then they were laughing. That was when Amy had interrupted them, the other girls were leaving and wanted to say goodbye to the birthday girl. 

Back at the table they said their goodbyes to the two women and soon they were left alone. Kelly felt highly aroused after what had almost happened; she wanted to try again, to taste the younger girl's lips. Once again her hand was resting on Bianca's leg, she didn't move it away like before, it was obvious by now that Bianca was aware of her intention and, crucially, she hadn't recoiled from her. Now, surely, they had to seal it, to kiss and make love, that's all she wanted now.

"Shall we get off home too?" Bianca asked, much to Kelly's disappointment.

"Yeah, do you want to come back home with us Kelly?" Amy asked. "We can have another drink or whatever and you're welcome to the sofa."

"Sure," said Kelly, trying not to sound too eager, "sounds like fun."

"Cool," said Bianca, "I'm going to call the taxi." As she stood up she put her hand on Kelly's inner thigh and squeezed the soft flesh, causing Kelly to gasp in shock as well as excitement. She watched the young woman walk away, her long blonde hair danced across her back and the hem line of her short dress raised and lowered as she walked, almost showing the sweet curves of her buttocks but always dropping back into place before too much flesh showed. While she used the small phone booth, Kelly sat with Amy and suddenly felt a little selfish; after all she'd hardly spoken to the stunning red haired temptress all night. She hadn't ignored her on purpose of course, she had been so focused on Bianca that most other things became simple background noise. She couldn't even remember the names of the other two girls who had joined them this evening!

"Are you ok honey?" Amy asked in an affectionate way, "you seem to be a little quiet now, I didn't mean to put you 'on the spot' when I asked you to come home with us, we won't be upset if you'd rather go home!"

"No, of course not, I'd love to spend the evening with you," said Kelly earnestly, it had been so long since she had such caring friends, aside from Ariel of course, and Amy's concern was quite touching. "It'll be nice to have a change of scenery; I never actually spent a night away from my house when I was seeing your sister." 

"Half-sister," Amy corrected her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think," Kelly apologised.

"It's alright, every time Jennifer mentioned me she always reminded people that I was the odd one out, so now when people associate me with her, I make sure they know that now it's her turn to be the odd one out," said Amy, smiling triumphantly, like a victim who, after years of abuse, finally gets the beating of a school bully.

"Good for you," said Kelly, she had experienced life as a 'black sheep' in her family and knew it to be an awful way to grow up, feeling lonely although surrounded by people who should accept you as you are.

"I would've gone mad if it wasn't for Bianca," she said with a wide smile. "I love her so much, she's always been there for me, even though I'm her older sister and she's the baby of the family. She never introduced me as her half-sister, when anyone asked she always told them that we are proper family"

"She seems like a very special person," said Kelly, eyeing the girl over Amy's shoulder.

Bianca came back to tell them the taxi would be there in a few minutes so all three of them put their coats on, much to the disappointment of several onlookers who had enjoyed ogling the young and beautiful trio. It was totally dark and quite cold outside now, a chilly breeze assaulted them, lifting their coats and skirts at times, a group of about five young men were enjoying the show. Mercifully the taxi arrived, as promised, within a few minutes and the three of them wasted no time piling into the back of the car, this time it was Kelly who sat in between the two sisters. As they sat and chatted to each other Kelly, once again, intended to explore the younger of the sisters, she was slightly less concerned about rejection now though because, in the club, she and Bianca had come so painfully close to finally kissing, in a way Kelly felt as though she'd already been accepted. However, she wasn't convinced that they would experience any more intimacy tonight because, with Amy there, it would be almost impossible for them to have time to themselves. Besides, she owed Amy some attention too after focusing on Bianca all night. With that in mind she decided to keep her hands to herself.




Two Wrongs Don’t Make It







Two Wrongs Don’t Make It



The cop accelerated through the parking lot and radioed the waiting police cruisers supporting him. One responded. "Sir, given his profile, I'd bet he's going to fire road 12A. There's a plateau and a sharp drop about a quarter mile in."

"I'll go there first, L89, you come to 12A with me as backup as soon as you can catch up. Assign inspection of other fire trails to the other units. This is the killing time for the suspect," said the cop.

Spying Louise through the rear view mirror, he said, "Sorry ma'am. I'm Officer John Perkins. We'll find your sister but I need your help." His expression turned to disgust as he said, "You're under the influence, aren't you?" Louise looked down crestfallen and without a response. "Well, I'm not here about the drugs. I want to catch this guy before he kills again. I need you at your sharpest and not in a drug fog, you hear? We work as a team; I know where the fire trails are. You tell me when you see his van."





Two Wrongs



Now? Hell, way more than half the contract was paid for by his Mother's estate so fuck Kathy. He wasn't real sure that would help in court but thinking of 9 points of the law being possession made him feel better at the moment.

Then he turned on his computer, moved all of the bank accounts to an online bank. That was easy because earlier he had sold a few things on the auction sites to help with the bills and had the account already set up.

It wasn't a hell of a lot of money, just a few thousand dollars.

Then he canceled all of the credit cards, even the one Kathy had at a local store that sold clothing.

He knew that was going to piss her off.

At the moment, Carl wanted her pissed off. How she could do that, and with Jerry who was supposed to be their friend? He realized that Jerry was no friend at all, something he should have known but didn't.

He also didn't go to work, the very first time he had ever failed to show up and on time. When his cell phone went off, he expected it to be Kathy but it was his boss, worried about him.

Carl just explained that he had some family problems, his boss fell quiet.

"Is someone sick, hurt?" His boss asked.

"No. It's just that I caught Kathy..." Carl stopped at that.

His boss was silent for quite a long time.

"Take as long as you need, I understand. Come back when you are ready, you will always have a job with me."

Carl thanked him. The phone rang almost instantly, Carl saw that it was Kathy so he shut it off. He glanced at the voicemail, she had left 26 of them. He deleted them all. 

He thought about calling a hooker and getting even but he didn't know any or even where to start looking for one. He also realized he wasn't interested anyway.

Kathy showed up and banged on the door, finally yelling at him through the crack again, that got worse until she was calling him names. Carl just sat there, smoking his cigarette and ignoring her.

Kathy left.

A hour later his phone went off again, he saw it was Jerry. He decided to talk to Jerry, explain that he was going to ruin his life, fuck him up, beat his ass bloody.

Well, that is if he could do it, worth a try considering his mood. Jerry was kind of big and Carl had only been in one fight in his life, back when he was 14 and he had lost that one.

"Hi, Carl. This is Patty." Now that was a surprise.

"Hello, Patty."

"Lots of shit going on right now, Carl." She said.

"Yep." It popped into his head that this was the first time he had ever heard her use any profanity.

"Jerry admitted it to me, he told me he was really sorry, that it just happened."

"Yes, sure. I just bet. Screwing around with his best friend's wife doesn't just happen. This isn't the first time, you know."

"Yes, I know, Carl."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. Jerry is just that way, he has done it before...with others. He is good to me though and provides well so I put up with it, where would I go? I am really sorry about all of this, we need to make it up to you."

"I thought I was taking care of Kathy, I guess I came up short."

"It isn't that, Carl. It's just that...women get...you know, just before the change."

"Change?" Carl asked her, realizing just as he said it.

"You know, Kathy is beginning to feel like she isn't a woman any more."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Kathy is here, she is staying with us and we talked. She really is sorry, she has been crying."

Now that was also a surprise.

"You mean after what she did, you let her...?"

"Yes, I know she shouldn't have..done that. But she is still my friend."

"Swell."

"What are you going to do, Carl?"

"I think I am going to divorce her."

"Oh, God no! Please! Don't do that. Here, please talk to Kathy."

"Honey, I am so sorry. I will never do anything like that again. I love you." Kathy's voice sounded frightened.

"That didn't look much like you love me, not with Jerry standing there naked and you in your panties. How many times have you fucked him, anyway?"

"I don't know, a few times in the last year, it was just sex, it means nothing. It's US that matters!" Kathy broke down crying.

"Fuck it." Carl said, and hung up.

The damned phone rang seconds later, against his better judgment he picked it up.

"Can I come over and talk to you? Please?" Patty's voice asked.

"Oh, why not. I don't give a damn." He hung up again. Carl needed some time to think, wrap his mind around things. Instead he sat down, lit up another smoke, waited.

Patty knocked on the door in just minutes, she and Jerry lived only a few doors down. Carl looked out carefully, she was by herself. He half expected Kathy to try and slip inside, and if Jerry had shown up?

Carl wasn't sure what would happen if he saw Jerry right then, but very likely someone would end up hurt. It took him a few moments to get himself calm again, every instinct in his body wanted him to lash out, break something.

He finally opened the door, let her in. He shut the door and latched it behind her. Patty looked mildly nervous.

Then she hugged him tightly. That surprised Carl too, he just let her.

"I am so sorry about all of this, I don't know what Jerry was thinking." She finally let go.

"I know what the asshole was thinking!" Carl growled.

"I don't know how to say this, I think you should forgive Kathy. She knows it was a mistake, and she wants to make it up to you."

"There is just no way in hell I can...." Carl realized Patty was looking at the TV set, the damn porn movie was playing. Carl blushed, he had shut off the sound and forgot about it. He went over and turned the TV off.

"Sorry." He told her.

"It's OK, Jerry and I sometimes..." Then she blushed also.

"Look, I know you can deal with Jerry cheating but I don't think I can with Kathy sneaking around behind my back. All those nights she has pretended to work late, I never knew."

"She really was working most of those nights, this only started a few weeks ago."

"How do you know that?"

"She told us, I think she is being honest now, and she wants to make it up to you."

"How in the God damned hell is she going to do that?" Carl felt himself getting upset, the memory of Kathy naked in that seedy motel room, then she and Jerry hugging on that porch fresh in his mind. Kathy had let Jerry inside her, into that most private carnal place, lord knows what else?  It was almost like the not knowing what all had happened exactly was the very worst part.

"Carl. Please? We all talked about it, I told her I would..I want to help, you can at least get even." Patty reached up and tripped the buttons on her blouse, pulled it off. He stood there in surprise at the sudden exposure of her bare breasts. She reached down and undid her slacks, took them off.

There was no underwear at all. It took him a moment to get his wits collected again.

"Jerry and Kathy sent you over here to do me, which means they are probably going at it again right now?"

"They won't, they told me they wouldn't, that is over." She walked over and put her arms around Carl's waist.

"This isn't a good idea." Carl pushed her back slightly. 

"Please?" She dropped to her knees, began to fumble with his belt.

"I want everything back the way it was before, we were such good friends." She said.

"No!" Carl pushed her away more firmly. Patty stood up, she had tears in her eyes.

"Put your clothes back on." Carl went into the bedroom, grabbed a suitcase. He threw some underwear, a few changes of clothing in, closed it.

Patty was still naked when he walked back out. Carl looked her up and down, she really was a beautiful woman. In another time, another situation?

But not like this.

"Carl, what are you going to do?" She was almost wailing now.

"Just watch. Two things wrong fixes nothing, here is my answer."

He turned and walked out the door, leaving it standing wide open. He knew he didn't care about the damned house now. He got into the car, throwing his suitcase in the back. Looking up, he saw Patty was standing in the doorway, her hand to her mouth.

She was still completely naked, Carl took a moment to look at her.

Such a beautiful woman, willing to do anything, whatever it would take to maintain her way of life, her relationships. But she was another man's wife, something Carl did not have it within him to take, even with permission.

Two wrongs would make nothing right ever again, the lone wrong had already ended his life as it was. He thought he could stay, punish them. But he could not because punishing them forever would not work, instead the memories here would only punish him.

Jerry willingly sent his wife to see if that would correct things. Jerry only proved he was no friend, Kathy proved she was no wife, and Patty?

Only a pawn.

Carl started the engine, pulled out onto the road. He glanced Patty's way, waved, and put his foot to the floor.

At the main highway, he stopped. He looked both directions, thought about it. Realizing it didn't matter, that it made no real difference, he flipped a mental coin, it came up tails.

Suddenly he once again felt calm, at peace. The house, the dab of money, all the things were just things. Carl knew he did not care about any of that, not really. What he cared about had died back there, the woman that he loved had ripped out the trust.

Patty came to him, offered herself. That could not heal anything, the friendships were finished.

A car pulled up behind him. The driver blew the horn. Carl gave him a little wave.

He turned left, and drove away.