Stepping into the building vestibule, Stephanie Morgan shook the water from her umbrella. It had only been a little over two block walk from the bus stop, but she had gotten soaked nevertheless. Opening her raincoat, the 24 year old blond made an attempt to shake that dry as well.
It had been bad luck that her brother Jerry's car had picked tonight of all nights not to start up. He had promised to drop her off at her friend Rachel's new apartment. No matter, she reluctantly concluded, at least she was here now.
"Let's see," she mused as she ran her finger across the row of intercom buttons. "Alexander ... Markham ... Ford ... here it is, Lieberman, 5B"
It took a few moments to get a response, then a semi-distorted voice filtered through the speaker.
"Hello?" the female voice asked.
"Rachel, it's me Stef." she replied.
"Come on up," Rachel said as the buzzer sounded and the inner door unlocked. "I'm in the shower."
"She's in the shower?" Stephanie laughed as she glanced back out into the rain covered street.
As she walked up the stairs to the fifth floor apartment, Stephanie couldn't help but envy her girlfriends new accommodations. To someone still living at home, the small apartment complex might as well been a palace. There was no way the salesgirl could afford a place like this on her salary.
Of course Rachel really couldn't afford a place like this on her salary either. The building was owned by Martin Lieberman, who when asked by his widowed sister-in-law to help her daughter find an apartment was more than happy to find her this one. It was a small thing to make a woman he'd admired for years happy. Besides, having his niece living here assured him an honest pair of eyes to watch over his investment.
Reaching the fifth floor of the small apartment building, Stephanie found that there were some limits to Mr. Lieberman's generosity after all. Apartment 5B was a small studio apartment, one of three on the top floor. Trying the door, she found it unlocked and stepped inside.
"Rachel," the blue eyed blond called out as she closed the door behind her.
"I'm in here, Stef," came a reply from the bathroom, a voice much more recognizable than the one that had come over the intercom. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll be out in a few minutes."
Hanging her coat, on the rack by the door, Stephanie checked the short red dress she was wearing. It was a little damp but otherwise okay. She had gotten home late and didn't have time to change clothes.
As she waited, Stephanie took in her surroundings. The apartment might be small, but it had a certain charm. The first feature she noticed were large twin skylights in the ceiling. The soft patter of rain could be heard against them. On a clear day or night, they would give a nice natural light to the room.
On the far left, a large bay window also added to the natural light. The view beyond it was nothing special, but it was a nice feature. A kitchenette over by the bathroom entrance consisted of a small refrigerator, a stovetop and microwave. And of course a kitchen sink.
There really wasn't much in the way of decoration on the walls, but then Rachel had only been living there a few weeks. The center of the room was dominated by a large green oversized U-shaped sofa. In addition to the deep cushions, it was covered with equally plush and oversized pillows. Rachel had mentioned to her that she used the sofa in place of a bed.
At the open end of the couch was one of those small self-assembly entertainment centers, the bottom of which was filled with her friend's old stereo system. What was new was the large 35-inch color television, a housewarming gift from Rachel's grandmother. The couch had been one from her mother.
On both sides of the television were some framed photographs. One brought a smile to Stephanie's face. The 5 x 7 picture was very familiar to the 24 year old. A smaller version was stuck in the mirror frame in her own bedroom. The picture had been taken last summer at the Oakdale Mall Talent Show.
Centered in the picture was Rachel of course. She always had to be the center of attention. To her right was Stephanie herself. That was when her hair had been down to her shoulders, rather than the short curly look she now wore.
To Rachel's left was a much smaller girl, whose mixed Philippine, Chinese and Spanish heritage had given her a soft brown complexion. Her very short black hair and unisex features gave her an androgynous look. In fact, if it wasn't for the small mounds protruding from her chest, she might've been mistaken for a teenage boy. Her name was Annie Liu, but everyone called her Penny. Despite her teenage looks, she was 20 years old.
The last member of the quartet was a tall black woman standing just behind and to the left of Rachel. Five foot ten, she stood half a head taller than any of the others, more than that in the case of Penny's five two. Her skin was ebony black, a sharp contrast to both Rachel and Stephanie. Most men first noticed her somewhat ample bust. In the case of women it was her jet black hair which she usually wore in an elaborate design. At 26, Pamela Wilson was the oldest member of their little band.
All four women worked at the Oakdale Mall. Rachel was a medical assistant. Stephanie was a sales representative at one of the large department stores. Penny worked at her Uncle's restaurant. She was also a college student. Pamela was the associate manager of an office supply store.
Despite their differences in ages and backgrounds, they had all become friends over countless shared lunches. Soon their friendships had extended beyond work. The picture had captured one of the highlights of that friendship. Billing themselves as the Four Musketeers, so named because those were the only costumes they could find, they had entered the talent show as a singing group. It was more fun than hard work and the money went to charity. To their surprise, they finished in second place. Since then they still jokingly referred to themselves as the Four Musketeers.
"We'd have gotten first," Stephanie thought as she replaced the picture on the entertainment center. "If we paraded around half naked like Judy Peterman. The judges were more impressed by her big nipples sticking through her blouse than her singing."
"Any sign of the rain letting up?" Rachel asked as she walked out of the bathroom.
"No, it looks like tonight's a total washout." Stephanie replied as she turned around at the sound of her voice.
"A pity." Rachel commented as she walked over to Stephanie and kissed her on the cheek as a friendly hello.
Covered only by a large bath towel that she had wrapped around herself, Rachel walked over to a large dresser that lined the far wall, still drying her hair as she walked.
"It really sucks that it had to rain tonight." Rachel said, pulling a pair of panties and an oversized T-shirt from the top drawer. "I was looking forward to that concert."
The original plan for the evening was for a girls' night out. One of their favorite local bands was holding an open air concert in Marshall Park. They'd planned to take dinner, a couple of blankets, and a few bottles of wine out to enjoy the music. Unfortunately Mother Nature had other ideas. So rather than let the night go to waste, they had decided to have a girls' night in instead.
"Penny and Pamela are picking up the food." Rachel said as she unwrapped the towel from around her and let it fall to the floor. "I'm not sure what they're getting, but knowing Pamela it's sure to be something interesting." she added as she stood there nude as the day she was born.
"I guess so." Stephanie replied in an strained tone.
Silly as she knew it was, Stephanie felt it a little strange for her friend to be standing nude in front of her as they continued their conversation. It wasn't of course the first time she'd seen Rachel naked. They'd gone to the beach many times, as well as clothes shopping both together and as part of the group. They'd shared dressing rooms many times, but somehow it now seemed different — somewhat out of context maybe, standing naked in the living room. Then she reminded herself that this was also Rachel's bedroom, a place where it was perfectly natural for her to be nude.
Stephanie also considered that she felt uncomfortable because when they'd first met, Rachel and she had almost the same physical build, the main difference being Rachel's darker brown hair and slightly larger breasts. That difference had grown to more than a few pounds of extra weight on Stephanie. Despite assurances from many of her friends that she looked better with the extra weight, which was still within the norm for her size, she always felt self-conscious about it. It was an outgrowth of her teen years when she had actually been overweight.
It didn't take Rachel long to put on the pair of panties and the T-shirt she had taken out. Since she was home and not planning to go out, she didn't see the need for anything more. With her breasts still a little damp, Rachel's much darker nipples clearly showed through the thin cotton.
"Judy Peterman would've been proud." Stephanie thought with a laugh as her discomfort passed.
Fifteen minutes passed as the two of them sat on the couch and chatted. They had seen each other that morning so it was more a matter of killing time until the others showed up than anything else.
"Oh by the way," Rachel said, "Remind me to give you keys to get in here before you leave. That way you can let yourself in the next time you come over. I've got one for Penny too and I've already given one to Pamela."
"Okay," Stephanie answered.
"But be sure to check and make sure that my name shows in the peephole plate on the door." Rachel grinned mischievously. "Cause if it's blank, it means that I've got company and you should definitely knock first."
Stephanie had to laugh at the warning. Although living at home didn't afford her the privacy to use such a system, she'd heard about it from her cousin who used something like it at college.
The laughter was cut short by the sound of the intercom buzzer. Rachel got up and pressed the speaker button.
"Food delivery." Came the voice from the speaker which both women recognized as Penny's.
In reply, Rachel reached up and hit the button that unlocked the front door.
"Come on up." she said.
She then went and opened up the apartment door, waiting for their friends to come up.
"I wonder why Pamela didn't use her key?" she said. "I hope she didn't lose it already."
The reason turned out to be even simpler. When Penny got to the top floor, Pamela wasn't with her.
"I hope someone is going to give me a hand with this," the smaller girl called out as she indicated the three shopping bags she was burdened down with. "These aren't exactly light."
Rachel grabbed the largest bag, surprised by its weight. It was obvious that it contained more than take out food.
"Where's Pamela?" Rachel asked as she led the shorter girl into the apartment.
"There was some sort of problem at the store," Penny said as she laid the two bags of food on the kitchen counter. "She said for me to go along without her. Said she should be along later, but looking at the way everyone was running around the Office Bin, I doubt it."
"So I guess it's just the three of us then." Rachel noted as she helped Penny empty the bags. "And as usual you've brought enough food to feed a half dozen."
"Well I just like to give everyone a good variety," Penny laughed. "Besides, my Uncle was just going to have to toss it all if I didn't take it."
"And some of us can eat like a horse and still look like a sparrow." Stephanie said from the couch with a bit of envy in her voice.
"Oh hi, Stef," Penny said as she peeled off her brown leather bomber jacket. "I didn't see you at first."
"Story of my life." Stephanie laughed as they exchanged a brief hug.
True to her sometimes tomboy image, Penny was wearing jeans, sneakers and a short sleeved corduroy shirt. Stephanie wished she could dress for work like that. Penny's hair looked like it was cut even shorter than the last time she'd seen her. Most woman couldn't get away with hair like that, but on the short girl it certainly worked.
"So what's on the agenda for tonight?" asked Penny.
"Well I guess some good food, a little wine and whatever's on the TV." Rachel replied. "With weather like this, I think club hopping's out for tonight. So it's just us girls."
"Unless you have a guy or two in those bags." Stephanie quipped.
Penny made a show of checking the two empty shopping bags, then looked at her friends with a disappointing look.
"I knew I forgot something," she laughed. "And Willoughby's was running a special on cute young guys tonight, too."
All three of them laughed at the joke as they made up plates from the food Penny had brought. Rachel took a cold bottle from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass of wine to go with the dinner.
Conversation over dinner made the meal that much more enjoyable. They had just about finished when Stephanie noticed the last of Penny's packages still on the floor.
"So what's with the other bag?" Stephanie asked as she ate.
"Oh I almost forgot," Penny replied with excitement. "Let me get it."
Dropping the bag on the center of the countertop, Penny peeled it away to reveal a small statuette. It was a semi-nude woman riding a horse. She was clad in battle armor and held a sword and shield. Engraved on the base was the title of the piece - Valkyrie.
"It's just a little apartment warming gift." Penny explained. "When I saw it in the Sci Fi and Fantasy shop I just fell in love with it."
"It's beautiful," Rachel exclaimed. "I know just the place for it."
With that, she picked it up and carried it over to the entertainment center. A moment later it occupied a place of honor on it.
"Guess we should see what's on the tube." Stephanie said, feeling a little bad that she hadn't brought a gift too.
"Might as well." Rachel said as she picked up the cable remote. "Bring the wine in with you."
As the girls settled in, each on their own section of the couch, Rachel tossed the remote to Penny who had sat to her right.
"Since you brought such a lovely gift, you get to pick what we watch." she said.
"All right!" Penny yelled. "The ultimate power — control of the remote."
It quickly became apparent that even with over 80 channels, there wasn't a great deal to watch — at least not tonight. Penny started with all the prime movie channels, HBO, Showtime, Cinemax, all showing films they had seen before. Next she tried some of the oldies channels, some of those classics were pretty good. But they struck out there as well.
"It helps if you stop at a channel for more than 30 seconds." Stephanie suggested with a smile.
"Okay rocket scientist, lets see you do better." Penny grinned back as she tossed the remote across the couch.
"The secret," Stephanie said as she clicked on the channel up button. "Is not to randomly jump around the dial but to start at the bottom and work your way up."
Channel by channel flashed by — a kaleidoscope of entertainment ranging from movies to game shows, how to shows to cooking help.
"This is entertaining," Penny said. "Maybe we should try a board game instead or maybe..."
The short black haired girl stopped in mid-sentence, her attention grabbed by the image that had just appeared on the large screen.
"Now that's what I call entertainment!!" Penny cried out, pointing to the screen.
"Omigod, Rachel!" Stephanie gasped as she turned from the screen to her friend. "What are you doing with the porno channel?"
"Who cares?" Penny interrupted. "I like this."
"It's not what you think," Rachel said. "I only ordered basic cable. Who has the money to pay for all those premium channels?"
"And they all just appeared one day on your TV," Stephanie laughed. "Like magic."
"Actually,..." Stephanie hesitated for a moment. "When the cable guy hooked this all up, he asked if I wanted all the stations."
"Yeah, right, you just smiled at him and he gave you all this." Stephanie mocked with a smile.
"All right, he also asked me to dinner." she admitted.
"I bet I know what you had." Penny laughed as she opened her mouth and slid her hand back and forth in front of it, as if she were performing oral sex.
"You know better than that, Penny." Rachel said in a sharp rebuke.
"Oh that's right, I forgot." the 20 year old lied. "You don't do things like that."
Truth was, Rachel actually didn't. In the eight years of her sexual life, she'd performed oral sex on a guy a total of only two times. The second had only been to confirm the conclusion she'd come to after the first: namely that it wasn't something she ever wanted to do again.
It didn't make her a prude by any means, she was far from it. When Rachel finally warmed up to a man enough to want him in her bed, she was every guys dream: a woman who was warm and supportive in public — and a wanton whore in the bedroom. The only problem was that most guys didn't make it to that level with her. Most usually lost interest when they learned she didn't suck cock. The cute cable guy had been one of them.
"Maybe Rachel doesn't," Stephanie noted, her eyes glued to the television. "But that girl certainly does."
The wide 35 inch screen was now filled with the image of a large breasted blonde who was giving quite a demonstration in the art of fellatio. The young man's cock she had swallowed practically whole was also quite impressive.
"She is good at it," Penny laughed. "Maybe you should take notes, Rachel."
Rachel made a disapproving face.
"Yeah, like that guy's really that big! I'll bet that's as fake as that bimbo's tits."
"Looks pretty real to me." Penny said.
"Special effects," Rachel suggested. "You can't tell me you've ever seen a guy that big for real."
"I have... " Stephanie started to say without thinking, then caught herself."
It was a momentary slip of the tongue, but each of the other girls caught it immediately.
"Tell, tell." they both called out. "Truth or Dare. You know the rules."
It was a game they had played among themselves, a game of sexual secrets. If any of them admitted to a sexual secret, they had to tell or take a dare. The dares had sometimes been far worse than the truth.
"Come on Stef," Penny encouraged. "Truth or Dare?" she added with wicked emphasis on the second choice."
Stephanie considered the possible consequences of a dare for a brief moment, then decided on the truth.
"Robby McPherson." she answered in a low voice.
"What was that?" Rachel asked, cupping her hand around her ear as if she was hard of hearing.
"Robby McPherson!" Stephanie repeated in a louder voice.
"Robby McPherson!" Penny also repeated in an even louder voice.
"That computer geek who worked at the mall last summer," Rachel chimed in. "That Robby McPherson?"
"Yes." Stephanie responded simply.
"What the hell where you thinking?" Rachel asked.
"I can't believe you dated that loser." Penny added when Stephanie didn't reply.
"He was not a loser!" Stephanie snapped back. "And I didn't date him ... I fucked him! There I said it, are you happy." she added, taking a large drink from her wine glass.
"Shit, Stef, that's even worse." Rachel said. "Why would you do a thing like that?"
In reply, Stephanie held up both hands and brought them together until they stopped about nine inches apart. Her meaning was obvious to her friends. It was a gesture they'd use in reference to guys many times. The only difference was that this time it wasn't a diminutive allusion.
"You're shitting me." Rachel said, eyeing the gap between her hands.
"Honest truth." Stephanie said, a term none of them would ever lie about.
"Fuck!" Rachel exclaimed. "Who'd have ever thought it."
"Wait a minute," Penny cut them off. "Not so fast."
Stephanie and Rachel both turned to their girlfriend.
"Look, I'm willing to accept that maybe Robby McPherson, jerk that he might have been, is hung like a horse. And I'll even admit that given the chance, anyone of us would've fucked him too. But there is no way that you could've known that before you hopped into bed with him!"
"Actually, it was the back seat of his Dad's car." Stephanie grinned. "And I did know, my brother Jerry told me."
Both girls remembered Jerry Morgan had also worked at the mall last summer. In fact, he had been one of the few people who had been friends with Robby.
"How would Jerry know how big he was?" Rachel asked. "And why would he tell you?"
"The same way I know Judy Peterman has a large birthmark mole on her ass: the locker room showers." Stephanie said. "And as to the why, I asked him once out of idle curiosity who had the biggest cock in the mall."
"I still don't buy it," Penny said. "If my brother asked me which girl in the shower had the best boobs, I can't imagine answering him. And I definitely can't imagine me asking him to check out cocks for me — or have him actually do it if I did."
"Well, maybe he would," Stephanie answered with a devious smile on her face. "If you'd gotten him laid."
"You got him laid?" Penny asked in disbelief.
"Well he thinks I got him laid," Stephanie admitted. "Actually all I did was introduce him to Gloria Nelson."
"You got him laid," Rachel stated with authority. "All you had to do was introduce him to that teencock hungry bitch."
Gloria Nelson was a 37 year-old assistant manager at the Oakdale Mall. Twice divorced, it was no secret among most of the women who worked there that the redhead had a weakness for barely legal boys. Her various sexual escapades would have been enough to get her fired, if not for the fact that her family was one of the most prominent in town.
Unless one of her conquests turned out to be underage — she was always very careful about that — or one of the young men filed a complaint, even more unlikely after she had freely given them what they all would agree was one hot piece of ass — Gloria would continue with her little appetites.
"I guess that would be enough to get him to check out some cocks for you." Penny finally admitted.
"To be honest, since that's the nature of the game," Stephanie mused, "I think most guys, Jerry included, do check the others out, to see how they compare with each other. They just don't want to admit they look at other guys."
"That's probably true." both girls agreed, remembering secretly checking out classmates in the showers back when they all started to develop.
"Now can we forget about all this and watch the movie or something?" Stephanie asked.
"Okay," Penny agreed. "But I'm still mad at you for one thing."
"What's that?" Stephanie asked somewhat confused.
"You knew that twerp had a 9-inch cock and you didn't tell any of the rest of us!"
All three of them burst into laughter as Rachel refilled all their glasses.
For the next three quarters of an hour, the girls watched the adult film, offering jokes and comments about what they saw. Also during that time they finished off the first bottle of wine and worked their way halfway through a second. Rachel had also thrown a bag of popcorn into the microwave. After all, what fun was a movie without popcorn?
The plot of the movie, such as there was of one, was that of an adult television station trying to pick its new fall line-up. A mixture of men and women sat in a boardroom, watching short clips of various pilots. It was one such show that the girls had already watched. The clips were short on plot but long on sex. As they went on, the members of the selection committee became more and more aroused. A condition each of the girls could sympathize with, even if they didn't want to admit it.
The appearance of a small Asian woman on the screen brought immediate comments from Rachel and Stephanie that she resembled Penny, though in fact the multicultrual girl was different everywhere beyond Asian features and similar height.
"I don't look like that," Penny declared in mock protest, adding with a laugh, "I have much nicer tits."
It didn't take long for the Asian actress to become involved with her male co-star. In fact, it took less than two minutes for these supposedly total strangers to get naked and go at it. As they did, Penny's friends continued to remark at how much the girl on the screen really looked like her.
"I don't know Penny," Stephanie mused as she watched the actress deep throat the man who was as generously endowed as the actor in the first clip. "We've double dated and I have to say, that sure looks like you."
"Yeah, are you sure you haven't been moonlighting?" Rachel chimed in.
"Why?" Penny laughed. "Are you jealous?"
Their friendly barbs continued as the on-screen couple continued their endeavors. The man climbed behind the girl and positioned his cock against her ass. With a loud grunt, he pushed his manhood inside her, accompanied by squeals of encouragement from his partner.
"Ouch!" Stephanie cried. "That's got to hurt!"
"Well, that proves that's not me." Penny grimaced. "This little ass is much too tight for something that big." she quipped as she patted her bottom.
"I don't know," Rachel mused. "I've heard that if it's done right it can be quite fun. After all, isn't that what gay guys do? There has to be something pleasurable about it."
"Well when you find out, you can let the rest of us know." Stephanie retorted, wondering if perhaps her friend had already tried it and didn't want to admit it.
Another scene change brought an older woman in her forties to the screen, already riding atop a young man who couldn't be far out of his teens. Almost immediately all three of them called out the name of Gloria Nelson. The fact that this woman was a brunette instead of a redhead mattered little.
"I guess that makes that your brother Jerry laying underneath her." Penny offered.
"No way," Stephanie retorted. "My brother has a much better bod."
As one, Penny and Rachel snapped their heads around to look in astonishment.
"Oh come on, you both have brothers." Stephanie added tartly. "You can't tell me that somewhere along the line you haven't gotten a peek at them, just like I'm sure they've gotten a peek at you."
Silence gave truth to her assertion. It was obvious that the wine, and the movie, were much responsible for her frankness.
Back on the screen, the Gloria Nelson surrogate was riding the younger man like a rodeo rider atop a bull. Her large unrestrained breasts bouncing in all directions. The look of ecstasy on her face was a powerful enticement to the joys of teenage boys.
"What do you think will happen first?" Penny asked. "He pops his cork or that bed collapses beneath them?"
"I'd say 50 - 50 either way." Rachel answered.
"I'll go with his popping his cork," Stephanie bet. "That bed is stronger than it looks."
Less than an minute later, Stephanie won the bet as "Gloria" suddenly jumped off the young man and spun around on the bed, her hand never releasing its grip on his hard cock. Soon as the brunette's face reached his boyhood, it exploded in a shower of hot whiteness, covering her eager lips and cheeks with his eruption.
The preview faded from view, to be replaced by another scene. It looked like the locker room of the local high school. From off camera, the sound of running water could be heard from the showers.
"Anyone care to guess what kind of scene this one is going to be?" Penny asked, turning the movie into a sort of guessing game.
"My guess is the Quarterback and Cheerleader." Rachel said as she tossed half a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"Teacher and Student's my guess." Stephanie said.
"I'm going to go with a gang bang." Penny offered with a wicked grin.
The Asian girl won that round as the star of the little epic, a tall statuesque blonde dressed in a very tight white uniform came into the locker room. Evidently she was supposed to be the school nurse. She acted surprised when the sound of running water ceased and a half dozen naked hunks walked into view.
In no time at all, the busty blonde was laying on one of the benches, a stiff member in each of her hands, a hard one in her mouth, a fourth and fifth in her shaved pussy and tight ass. Standing just off to the right of the after-school orgy was the best looking of all the guys, playfully stroking the largest cock of the group and waiting for an opening he could put it into.
"Guess she never heard of the idea that you can have too much of a good thing." Rachel commented.
"Maybe," Penny said. "But I'd be glad to take care of the odd man out there."
"Get in line girl." Stephanie cut in.
For so energetic a scene, it turned out to be surprisingly short. The odd man out never did find his hole, but joined in with his buddies in giving the nurse a cum shower.
"Well, so much for the idea that more is better." Rachel said.
"Yeah, I think I prefer my sex one on one," Stephanie added.
"Me too," Penny chimed in. "Well, maybe two on one, but no more than that. Except maybe on special occasions of course."
Rachel and Stephanie both laughed, not sure how much of Penny's statement was intended as a joke.
The scene shifted back to the boardroom were several of the network executives were now in various stages of undress, already engaged in sexual acts. One of the female executives, a dark haired thirty year old, was spread across the table, her dress up around her waist, her legs spread wide. Buried between those legs was the face of a male executive. Kneeling beside that man was one of the secretaries, her own mouth wrapped tightly around the cock sticking out from his three hundred dollar suit.
At the head of the table, the silver-gray haired chairman of the board was also missing the lower half of his high priced suit, his own cock however was not as visible. Instead it was buried in the red-haired mound of the second secretary who was being mounted doggie style by the senior executive.
At the head of the room, the narrator of the film, who had also introducing the TV pilots, was trying to ignore the spectacle before him. He continued to tell about the last show on the agenda. It began to run on the monitor as the narrator threw up his hand in surrender and pulled out his cock, sliding it into the mouth of the redhead.
The boardroom image faded, replaced by the kitchen of a small apartment. Standing at the counter, her back to the camera, was a young Hispanic woman in her twenties. Wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a red and white striped tank top, she was pouring herself a cup of coffee. As she turned to face the camera, a second cup be came visible on the counter. A smile crossed her lips as she tasted the steaming liquid.
Another figure then entered the kitchen, a light skinned brunette wearing a blue bathrobe. Her tousled short hair gave added evidence that she had just gotten out of bed. Pushing a lock of loose hair away from her eyes, she accepted the second cup of coffee. In a brief chat the new arrival's name was revealed as Donna and the coffee maker's as Modesta.
In no time at all, Donna's robe fell opened, revealing a soft body accented by small curving mounds, the pink nipples of which were both hard and visible. The cup at her lips was quickly replaced by the equally hot lips of her companion.
With dazzling speed, the darker skinned girl traced a wet path down from the brunettes lips to her breast. The nipple of which quickly disappeared between her lips.
"Oh my!" Stephanie gasped as she watched the onscreen encounter advance to the next stage. She had crossed the room to pick up some more muchies, but had stopped in mid step at the sight.
In no time at all, Modesta's attention dropped below her companion's waist. Stephanie had seen women kiss each other on a few daring television shows, had even seen them caress each other's breasts in an R rated film, but never had she seen a woman performing oral sex on another woman.
The camera zoomed in, giving a close up view of Modesta's tongue darting up and into the pink recesses of Donna's pussy. The picture was so vivid that Stephanie could see the shiny layer of nectar Modesta's ministrations had produced.
"God, could you ever imagine doing something like that?" Stephanie asked, her eyes never leaving the screen.
It took a few long seconds for her to realize her friends hadn't answered — which she found unusual. She couldn't ever remember them being at a loss for words!
"Could you ever imagine doing anything like that?" she repeated, assuming they hadn't heard her.
The continued silence finally broke her fixation on the screen. She turned her attention back to Rachel. The look on her girlfriend's face was akin to that of a kid who'd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar.
"You're kidding!" Stephanie declared.
"Well, if you can be honest about Robby McPherson, then I should be honest too." Rachel admitted.
"I don't believe it," Stephanie said. "I think now you're putting me on. Who have you ever done it with?"
Rachel took a moment to think about her answer. Stephanie expected Rachel to say some distant friend, if anything. Instead the brunette looked past the blond to the other end of the couch.
Stephanie followed her line of sight, until it stopped on an equally guilty face.
"Oh no, you had me going for a moment," Stephanie said, a touch of amusement in her tone. "But now you're stretching this a bit too far — just a little bit over the top. That was almost as good as that story you had me believing about Tracy Conway last month."
Tracy Conway was a somewhat masculine woman in her thirties who also worked in the Mall at a sporting goods store. One night, following a few hours of bar-hopping, the other girls had convinced Stephanie that Tracy was female as the result of a sex change operation. It took Stephanie a week to discover it had been a joke.
Stephanie looked again at both of her friends. Neither one of them were laughing this time. Instead they shared a silent communication.
Without a word Penny got up from the couch and walked past Stephanie. When she reached Rachel, the young Asian woman reached up and gently stroked her cheek. Then she pulled the taller woman down to her level and kissed her on the lips.
It was a soft kiss at first, the kind that one friend might give another, no different than some Stephanie herself had gotten. Then it became more and more erotic, a melding of lips and eager tongues. Rachel responded in turn, pressing hard against the younger girl.
Stephanie was still trying to decide if this was a gag when Penny pushed the game even further. She slipped her hand up under Rachel's T-shirt and fondled the naked flesh beneath it.
Breaking the kiss, she pulled up the thin material and planted kisses on Rachel's now exposed breasts as well. Mimicking Modesta's actions on the cable station, Penny slid her tongue under Rachel's erect nipple and guided it into her mouth.
"Shit," Stephanie finally exclaimed in a rush of air. "This isn't a joke."
With that, the two lovers ended their embrace and faced their friend. Their faces now reflected a look of expectation.
Glancing back at the TV image, Stephanie noted that the two woman were now locked in a 69 position, their mouths pressed tightly in each other's wet mounds. What truly startled her was that, in her mind, instead of Donna and Modesta, the forms she now saw pressed together were those of Rachel and Penny.
"Is it really as much fun as it looks?" she wondered out loud.
In reply, she felt a soft hand come to rest on her shoulder.
"We'd be happy to show you if you're really interested." Rachel said. "The only reason we never asked before is we weren't sure of how you'd react."
"Then why did you tell me now?" Stephanie asked.
"Honestly, I'm not sure," Rachel laughed softly, trying to break the underlying tension. "I didn't plan it this way, it just seemed the perfect time."
Stephanie thought about it for a brief moment and decided that events had indeed made this the perfect time. The wine, the conversation they'd been having had put them all at ease with what would normally have been a very awkward subject.
"And if I thought that this wasn't the sort of thing for me?" Stephanie asked.
"Then I hope we'd just forget it all and still be the same friends we all were 10 minutes ago." Rachel replied.
Stephanie again looked past Rachel to Penny. The younger girl hadn't said a single word since Rachel's revelation. She didn't have to. The look in her eyes and on her face was a mixture of apprehension and lust.
"Well I've always said," Stephanie said, placing her hand atop Rachel's. "You should try everything in life — at least once."
She shifted her body ever so slightly, just enough to bring herself face to face with Rachel. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against her.
It wasn't the first time she had ever kissed Rachel. There had been many occasions when she kissed other girls, but never like this. The touch of their lips now seemed electric. A warmth spread throughout their bodies from that brief contact. The kiss was at the same time both brief and endless.
Still unsure of the situation, Rachel let Stephanie take the lead. It wasn't until the blond kissed her a second time that Rachel began to respond.
Stephanie closed her eyes and let the passion building within her take control. She pushed her tongue into Rachel's mouth, exploring the softness of its mirror image.
Rachel took hold of Stephanie's hands and pressed them against her breasts. Tentatively, she explored the material covered mounds. It was the first time she had ever felt the softness of a another woman's breast, the hardness of erect nipples.
As Stephanie continued to explore her friend's body, Rachel slid her own hands up and down her friend's back. She took hold of the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, exposing the flesh beneath it. She caressed that flesh, running her nails across it.
The touch of a new hand caused Stephanie to open her eyes. Penny now stood next to her as well, a wide smile on her face. Stephanie shifted her attention to the youngest of her friends and kissed her too. A kiss equal in intensity to that she had just given Rachel. To Stephanie's delight, the reaction she felt to it was also the same.