Chapter 9

"Oh, Miss Amy!" Eve gasped. "He going to have your virginity!"

With calm she didn't know she possessed, Amy answered simply, "I know."

"You KNOW!" Eve shrieked, "How do you come to know this?"

"Have you forgotten last night?"

But Eve had been preoccupied with Mona then and had not witnessed Uncle John's fondling of Amy, or her sudden departure to lock herself in the bedroom.

"No I have not," Eve said and her dusky skin flushed with renewed desire as a particular moment was recalled. She reached out and rubbed Amy's left breast.

"Nor have I forgotten this morning."

Amy placed her hand over Eve's and pressed it to her breast.

"This morning was wonderful and we'll have to repeat it, perhaps tomorrow, but not now. I must prepare myself. The dress may need an adjustment... I have to do my face... oh, so many details before he comes home," she ended the sentence with a long sigh.

"Of course, you are right, Miss Amy. And I will help with whatever you need."

"Thank you Eve, you're a darling, but right now I must try the dress on with those beautiful accessories."

Eve busied herself with last minute preparations, setting the dining room table, and after peeking in on Amy and gawking at her in the dress, set out to make dinner.

Amy came out of the bedroom about twenty minutes before her Uncle was due to arrive.

Eve dropped everything and sat to watch as Amy modeled the finished product for her. Pirouetting and strutting back and forth in a splendid imitation of the Paris Models on a runway, Amy offered a commentary to Eve.

"Please note that the dress is moderately daring when worn properly, but..." she paused until she was directly in front of the spellbound Guatemalan girl. "Obviously my uncle had something specific in mind when he selected this for me."

Running her hands up and down her body, she continued. "This garment was not intended to be worn while wearing nothing beneath it."

She twirled around and almost lost her balance. Giggling she continued, "Unless the desired result was to have the wearer be exceedingly erotic, for it's as if..."

Eve finished the sentence for her. "You are naked. I can see everything through the dress. Your nipples; your behind and the crack in it as well; and of course your pussy almost jumps out at me."

"Right," Amy said approvingly. I believe I could seduce the Pope in this dress."

"Oh, Miss Amy..." a shocked Eve responded. (It should be noted that Eve is a devout Catholic.)

"I'm kidding, Eve. But seriously, look at the top. Why it's loose enough so that whichever way I move my nipples rub the material and harden. They'll be hard as long as I have the dress on."

She laughed, "But that won't be long, I guess."

Eve covered her face with her hands and giggled along with Amy.

"Look, Eve," she said, "see how the nipples entice the eye to follow them. And the waist, here, see how tight the material is? It might as well have been spray painted on."

"Si," Eve agreed, "like it was sprayed on. Everything is visible and that is sad."

"Sad, why is it sad?"

"Is supposed to be like opening a package, but is no package... well maybe package, but you can see through it, so no surprise."

"Umm, I see what you mean," Amy said thoughtfully, "but this is how he wants it.

Now where should I stand when he comes home?"

The two spent some time thinking this important problem through and finally decided to use the library as the greeting point, with Amy standing in front of the large picture window overlooking the Manhattan skyline.

"You show him in here Eve, and I'll be looking out the window and turn to greet him as he comes into the room."

"Very good, Miss Amy, will there be anything else?"

"Umm, a glass of wine, make it red, please."

Eve hurried off to pour the wine and Amy looked out the window at the world she intended to have groveling at her feet in a few short years.

Her uncle was late and Amy had a second glass of wine to fortify her courage and was just placing the empty wineglass down on a table when John arrived.

A moment before, in the elevator, John told Mona who was having dinner with them (unknown to Amy and Eve) in no uncertain terms that she was to leave Amy alone and why.

"She's a virgin and I want to be her first lover, pure and simple. At the appropriate time, take Eve over to your place and relive last night. I'm sure that will satisfy your sexual craving for this evening."

"Yes John, but you know I want her too."

"And you shall have her, but not tonight. Not this week for that matter, but your turn will come, just be patient."

On entering his apartment John allowed Eve to lead them to where Amy stood poised while awaiting their arrival.

The slit in her dress rode up to her hip as she stood with one foot slightly in front of the other. In her hand she held the now empty glass of wine.

"Good Evening Uncle John and Mona! What a pleasant surprise." She managed to convey delight that Mona was to join them although she was actually deeply disappointed.

"Will you be having dinner with us?"

"Yes, John was gracious enough to invite me although I'll be leaving right after, I'm afraid. Business, you know."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," Amy said and was delighted with herself for carrying her feigned disappointment off so well. "Another time, perhaps?"

"That would be my great pleasure Amy."

Amy caught herself staring at Mona's breasts. There was something weird about the woman's nipples. Many women's nipples protruded through the material of their clothing, especially if they went braless. But this was... drastically different.

Mona saw the young girl looking at her breasts, but said nothing, she only smiled politely.

John had been staring at Amy from the moment he'd walked into the room. He couldn't believe how gorgeous the teen was. And the dress -- it was perfect on her; he had to remember to send the woman who'd selected it a thank you with a handsome tip.

Mona couldn't help but lick her lips thinking of the many ways she would make love to this stunning beauty. And she silently cursed John for excluding her from this night's festivity.

Eve almost tripped as she entered the room bearing drinks for everyone. Then she backed out, her eyes locked on Amy and only when fully out of the room did she regain a semblance of her composure and set about making the final preparations for the dinner.

As they adjourned to the dinning room some thirty minutes later, Amy almost tottered over and fell, in part because of the wine and in part because of the high heels she was wearing. But she found herself leaning against John's ample shoulder and managed to right herself and to sit down without further mishap.

'He smells so nice, ' she thought and was beginning to slip into an erotic daydream

about him when she heard her Uncle's voice talking to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my mind wandered off for a moment. What was it you said, Uncle John?"

He smiled at her. Eve was standing next to the table, having just placed the dessert tray out for the guests to select from.

"I asked you," John said, "if you followed my instructions and wore nothing underneath the dress?"

"I... umm," Amy sputtered, highly embarrassed at the question.

"Mona, please check to see if Amy followed my explicit directions," he said without giving Amy a further chance to respond.

Eve's mouth fell open and she found herself clutching at a breast in shock.

Mona, on the other hand, rose up from the table and then got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the dinning room table until she was in front of the now distraught young teen.

Amy shrieked at the first touch of Mona's hands upon her. But Mona was not to be denied. With blurring speed her hands were under the gorgeous dress and running up along each creamy thigh. Although asked only to determine whether the girl wore underwear, Mona took it upon herself to taste as much of the ripe girl as was possible under the circumstances and began to lick along the inner thigh until she reached Amy's cunt. She paused for a second to admire what she could make out in the dim lighting available to her, then planted a wet kiss on the girl's labia and made a quick withdrawal.

As she rose from under the table, Mona turned to John and said, "Nothing under the dress but darling Amy herself.

Watching them from the corner of the room, Eve had to lean against the wall to support herself. She guessed what Mona had done and was so excited by the thought that she was on the verge of coming in her pants.

Amy had gone rigid and white, never having expected to be assaulted in such a manner. And yet the feel of Mona's lips upon her was so scalding hot that she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into the woman's arms and kiss her repeatedly.

In an attempt to salvage what he now knew was a mistake, John decided to switch the subject away from Amy and selected Eve as his target and then Mona.

"Eve, are you all right?"

All eyes went to the young servant.

"Oh, yes sir, I... I am fine, thank you." Obviously flustered, Eve made a flimsy excuse and hurried out to the safety of the kitchen and quietly began to masturbate.

John turned to Mona. "I've been meaning to ask you about your breasts tonight, Mona. There's something different; definitely different. Are you wearing a new type bra, or something of that sort?"

Mona smiled seductively, licked her lips and took a moment to savor the sweet taste of Amy that still lingered there.

"Why John, you know I never, ever, wear a bra." That said, Mona slowly raised her top and draped it over the back of her chair and then thrust out her impressive chest.

"Nipple stretchers!" She said beaming at them. "I wear them during the day to stretch my nipples out. See, they must be over an inch and a half. I'm trying for two inches. That should get me some scenes that now go to some guy's dick. Guy's wanna see tits like mine, so I try to help 'em along. Do you two like 'em?"

Amy couldn't help but stare in horror at the grotesqueness of the sight before her and John, to his credit realized it.

"I'm sorry I asked. Please put your top back on, Mona."

"Well I was only trying to satisfy your request," the porno star huffed, obviously miffed at this treatment, but quickly donned her top and sat down again.