She smiles at me, that shy smile that I'm sure melted Dennis' heart. "I've wanted you for a long time, too, but I always thought you were really, really straight."
"Look," I tell her, "I can help you talk to Tim, I'm sure this is just something he just wants to have control of..."
She smiles again and turns to go to the kitchen, her robe swishing and flowing as she goes. Underneath, I can see her butt swaying back and forth, and I begin to realize what fascinates men about a woman's ass.
I follow, trying to get her to talk again. "Please don't be mad, you saw how I am. It's really tough to suppress my submissive streak when I'm with him..."
She picks up a piece of paper and hands it to me, a sly smile on her face. A quick glance reveals it to be an e-mail. An e-mail from Tim.
"Dear Karen,
If you are reading this, you passed my little test of your obedience.
In return for future considerations, I've given Anne permission to use you today. You are to do whatever she says—she will be letting me know as to whether she was satisfied with your efforts.
Have fun,
Tim
I look at Anne, trying to digest the fact that I have just been given to my best friend. She smiles again. "Tim wanted me to try to seduce you before I showed you that. I guess he wanted to see if you would do what he says even if you weren't with him. That's why I was so nervous—I wasn't sure if you'd tell me no, and if you did, why. So," she says, suddenly looking at her hands, "are you really OK with this? It's OK if you're not—just tell me. I don't want your thing with Tim to make you do anything you don't want to do."
I smile at her, my mind made up. "I'm very OK with it, ma'am."
"Please don't call me ma'am—you're my friend, not my slave. I'm not going to be giving orders," she says as she steps in front of me. "I'm not really good at being the boss. To tell you the truth, being told what to do is a lot more of a turn-on for me, too. I lost count of how many times I've used my toys since you told me about you and Tim—it's been so hot for me to think about!" Anne doesn't give me time to answer, instead resuming our kiss. Her hands are again on the small of my back, smoothing, caressing, and this time, I gladly accept her advances.
Her lips remind me of a fuller version of Andrea's, softer than a man's, no stubble beneath her nose to tickle me. Her hands are roaming my back, now pulling my shirt tails out of my jeans, reaching under the fabric to make delicate patterns on the skin at the small of my back. Her fingers dart under the edge of my pants, never going far below my beltline, but always dipping and stroking before they move up my back to just beneath my bra strap. They bump the clasp there, accidentally it seems, and yet, they continue to run into it on their travels up and down my spine...
My hands are busy as well, sliding up and down the silky fabric covering her. The sheerness of the fabric helps me confirm my initial suspicion that she is nude underneath, and while I find myself wanting to remove the robe so that I might finally be able to openly admire her body, I do not yet have the nerve. Instead, my hands continue to travel lower, exploring the curve of her back and sides as they become her voluptuous ass. It takes me a few moments more before I can bring myself to firmly caress those wonderful globes.
Anne's hands are not idle as we continue to kiss, our tongues making their first hesitant contacts. Her fingers have traveled into the back of my jeans as far as they can comfortably go before they retreat and slowly make their way up my back. Her left hand is the first to reach the clasp of my bra, joined soon after by her right. They begin to work, trying to separate the halves, her efforts reminding me of Rich's early efforts at this task. I can feel her breasts pressed into mine, the pillowy feel of them against my own exciting me, making me want to help her, to speed her efforts to remove the layers of clothes between us.
Anne's lips back away from mine just a fraction of an inch. "Sorry," she murmurs, "this is a whole new angle for me. Guess I shouldn't have laughed at the guys who had a hard time with mine..." It takes her just a few seconds more to figure out the puzzle. The strap encircling my chest suddenly loses its tension, and her lips are on mine again. Their task completed, her hands leave my back and are now tugging my shirt out of the front of my pants, reaching for the lowest button as the tails come above my waistband.
Her boldness with my bra spurs me to move my own hands to the sash of her robe, our wrists crossing as we work to undress each other. I pull the ends apart and let them fall away as she frees my second button, the halves of her gown opening to allow me access to her naked body underneath. I don't break our kiss to look down, instead slipping my hands inside the open edges of the robe and begin to caress the sliky smooth skin of her back.
Anne is now attacking the last button between my breasts when her lips again back away from me. "Bedroom?" she murmurs, her fingers still working, her eyes only slightly open as she waits my answer.
"Bedroom."
She puts two fingers into the waist of my jeans and gently pulls me towards the door. We stand together by the bed, both of us seeming to hesitate a bit, realizing what we are about to do. Anne moves first and quickly finishes the last button on my shirt. Only the bra hanging loosely from my shoulders prevents her from getting another good look at my breasts. She pushes my shirt off my shoulders, leaving me to work the sleeves over my hands. It drops to the floor, quickly followed by my bra as I shrug it off my shoulders and allow it drop in between us.
In the meantime, Anne has finished with the button and zipper on my jeans and looks at me as if asking for permission to take the next step. I look back at her, my eyes straying down her body. The opened robe still covers the tips of her large breasts, a deep valley between them. The part of the fabric also reveals her sex, a thick thatch covering a good portion of her mons before disappearing between her thighs. I had never thought about whether she shaved; the times I had seen her in a bikini or panties seemed to indicate she did.
She catches where I have focused and blushes a bit. "I'm sorry," she says, "but I'm pretty hairy there. I usually don't trim it until bathing suit weather. I thought about trimming for you, in case you...we..."
"It's beautiful," I reassure her, meaning it. "It's so...natural." I lower my head to kiss her again, pushing the robe off her shoulders as our lips meet. It falls to the floor with a whisper, and my hands again are roaming her soft skin. She breaks our kiss after a moment and gently pushes me backward onto the bed. As we separate and I fall, I get a glimpse of her. Her breasts are enormous compared to mine, tipped with large pink nipples, only a bit of sag. I had seen them in passing before, her modesty far less than mine in dressing rooms, but I had never really looked at them, feeling as though it was an invasion of privacy to do so. Now, I find myself wanting to stare.
I settle onto the bed as she kneels at my feet and removes my shoes and socks. They are off in just a moment, and then she is tugging my pants down, revealing my daring (for me) bikini underwear. Her head and chest pop up from her crouch and she gently grabs either side of my panties, pulling them down my thighs towards her, me raising my butt off the mattress to help their progress. I feel them slide past my ankles, and we are both naked. Ann doesn't hesitate; I feel her lips on my right calf while her hands gently strokes and massage my left foot. She moves up my legs, alternating left and right between licks and kisses and caresses. Soon she is hovering over my knees, working her way towards my upper body. My thighs receive the same treatment as my calves, and I open my legs to allow her access to my sex. She doesn't stop there though, barely grazing the sparse patch above my slit before moving onto my stomach. My hips begin to rotate insistently, hoping she will get the hint, but instead her hands and lips begin to tease my breasts, moving ever closer to my nipples. I content myself with running my own hands over her back, scratching and caressing, her breasts pressed against my thighs and hips.
My excitement rises as she continues to gently caress and lick my breasts, her own experiences making her do what feels best. Her kisses begin to travel up my breastbone, up my neck, straddling my hips as she moves up my body. Her lips meet mine, and we are face to face again, our breasts mashed together, her sex poised above mine. I feel her hips sag a little as we kiss, and her thatch briefly tickles my skin before it is replaced by the weight of her body against me. Her hips begin to twitch as she grinds her pussy against mine, the friction driving my clit wild. Anne begins the climb towards her orgasm as our lips are locked, our tongues flicking and dancing, her nipples against mine, her clit finding the right pressure against my pubic bone. Her twitching becomes more pronounced, her mouth presses harder against mine, her breathing becomes ragged. She begins to moan and squeak through our locked lips, and suddenly she goes rigid, the spasmodic thrust of her hips her only movement as she goes through her "little death". I continue to stroke and kiss her as I know I like it for myself, and she slowly comes back from her other world. Her eyes slowly open and she breaks our kiss, a satisfied smile on her lips.
