Author's note: Long time reader. First time writer. This is a somewhat goofy prologue set several months in the future after the events of a multi-part series I've already written most of and will be submitting rapidly. The good news is that if you like it there won't be much waiting.
Welcome to my silly head...
Prologue
Heather "Peaches" Miller twisted her silky blonde hair with a finger and chewed on it idly while peering out the airplane's window and down at the moonlit pacific ocean. She stopped when she realized she was chewing again. It was a new and bad habit she'd picked up from her college roommate during their first semester.
She reached for the heavy glass tumbler on the armrest tray beside her. It held an ice cube and an inch of amber liquid at its bottom - Glenlivit single malt. Her second favorite. Despite her tender teenage years, Heather had never much cared for wine-coolers, beer, or fruity drinks. She'd skipped right to the good stuff. She took a long drag of the cool, sweet scotch. First class had its perks. She turned to look at the small, pretty, freckled Australian brunette reclined in the seat next to her. She was maybe ten years older than Heather. Poor Lisa. She managed to look nervous even in her sleep. Lisa's jitters at the prospect of going home were probably justified, Heather decided. Their plan to save Lisa's marriage was risky.
The short version went like this: years ago, Lisa and her friend Tracy had jointly seduced and taken Heather's current boyfriend's (Hero's) virginity in a one night stand in Thailand. The three of them had been teenagers back then. He and the girls had lost touch afterwards. The girls had continued on as long time lesbian lovers. It got trickier for them when Lisa fell in love with and married a straight-laced, God-fearing, goody-two-shoes, frickin' tax lawyer - how much less imaginative could you get? Hubbie didn't know anything about his wife's bi-sexual needs. Worse, Lisa was too afraid to tell him. But, if he really fit Lisa's description, she'd probably been wise to keep her extramarital relationship a secret these past 6 years.
Enter Peaches. Lisa and Tracy had stumbled across Hero's story recounting their one night together in Thailand on an erotic story website. They'd managed to connect with Heather on the site's bulletin board and Heather invited them up to the States as a sort of Christmas present for Hero. Together, the five of them spent a gloriously uninhibited week together. Five of them? Almost forgot Samantha. Can't forget her. Sam was Hero's
other
girlfriend. To be fair, she was Heather's girlfriend too. It sounded more complicated than it was. Peaches briefly savored a vivid memory of kissing Sam's soft lips while straddling Hero's thick cock. It brought a warm tingle to her belly that had nothing to do with scotch.
Their plan to save Lisa's marriage had been conceived by the devious Heather and designed by the devi
ant
Sam. Heather would drop in from the blue as a guest in Lisa's home and seduce the married couple together. Lisa just had to play along. They would give him a taste of a nice threesome and some of the girl-on-girl entertainment he was missing out on. Heather would then discretely vanish. With a bit of finesse, Tracy would eventually take her place. Hubbie just had to be kept in line afterwards. That was the risky part - it was up to Lisa and Tracy to manage that.
It wasn't a question of
if
Heather's seduction would work. It was more a question of how long it would take. The five plotters had a bet going. The inside gave him three hours. The outside gave him a day and a half. Lisa's husband was a thirty-year old man who'd been married for six years. Given the right circumstances, including his wife's express permission, he wouldn't pass up the chance to sleep with a willing, buxom, 18 year-old blonde.
Heather glanced down at her body. She had a love-hate relationship with it. It was nice being hot but sometimes it attracted too much of the wrong kind of attention. She was 5'2" and weighed 110 pounds. Probably 15 pounds of that was boob weight, she mused. They were big. Big and round and they defied gravity. She was a very full D cup - she probably could go up a cup size to DD but liked keeping them tied down tightly. On their own, her tits were large. Attached to her petite body they looked enormous. She had a flat, taut tanned stomach and a smooth-shaven little pussy. Her tiny bubble butt, Hero's constant playground, was firm and tight like her legs. If the hubbie wasn't gay or crazy, he'd want to fuck her.
Her thoughts turned back to home. She loved Hero. Loved Sam too. Nothing, no one, at school compared. The three of them lived an unconventional but satisfying life when Heather came home to them on her college breaks. Still, Heather was willing to do Lisa's husband for a good cause. She liked helping people. Liked to see the puzzle pieces fit together. It might even be fun to tune the tax man up real good. Heather grinned a little to herself and took another sip of her drink.
She reached over and gently stroked the sleeping twenty-something's soft brown hair. Lisa twitched fitfully. Heather considered waking her up with a few well-placed kisses but decided to let the poor woman sleep instead. Just keep it together for another day or two honey, Heather thought as she stroked Lisa's hair again. We'll get this all sorted out. She turned back to the airplane's window and looked down at the moonlit pacific ocean.
The plane's landing in Sydney woke Lisa, who sleepily gathered her things. The girls made their way through the airport to Lisa's car and drove home in the dark. They piled in the front door, Lisa first. Lisa's husband down the hall and greeted her with a kiss. He stopped dead when Heather popped through the door carrying just a backpack. She was wearing a pink tank top that stretched tightly across her chest and a pair of small khaki shorts.
"Hi Mr. White! It's so nice to meet you!" Heather gushed, looking him over. He was in the "do-able" range. She bounced over and gave him a hug, pressing her full firm breasts into his chest. She wiggled against him a little for good measure.
"Dave, this is Heather. She's a co-ed down visiting from the States that I met on the plane. Her arrangements got fouled up and she needs a place to stay for a day or two. I thought we'd show her some Aussie hospitality until she gets sorted out."
"Uh, yeah. Sure," Dave finally stuttered. He'd only seen girls that looked like Heather in magazines.
"Yay! Thanks Mr. White!" Heather cheered, hugging him again. She turned to Lisa. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I feel kinda icky after the long flight." She bounded up the nearby steps, bobbing her juicy little ass along the way in case anyone was looking.
Dave was looking. But so was Lisa. "Did I smell whiskey on her breath?" Dave turned to his wife.
"Scotch. She's quite a little character. Pretty too, huh?" Lisa, said studying her husband.
"Yeah, I guess." he answered noncommittally, hugging her. Neither of them commented on the half-mast erection that was pressed between them.
"Take my bags upstairs?" Lisa asked "I'd like a bite to eat before bed, airplane food stinks." She walked down to the kitchen.
Dave shouldered his wife's luggage and trotted up the stairs. He heard the hall shower running and paused at the closed bathroom door wondering what visual delights lay just behind it. He still loved his wife. Still thought she was beautiful and sexy. Her bright smile and sexy, petite, freckled little body had won his heart. Heather was something entirely different - something plucked right out of one of his adolescent fantasies. He sighed and continued on to the master bedroom.
Heather heard David outside the door and wasn't about to pass up an opportunity. She rummaged around in the towel closet inside the bathroom and reached over a pile of bath towels for a pair of white hand towels. She stripped naked and tied one around her chest and the other around her hips - terry cloth lingerie. She opened the door and stepped out into the hall.
"Oh, hi again Mr. White." she called innocently down the hall. She waited until he came to the door of his bedroom. "I found the bathroom OK by myself but which bedroom would you like me to sleep in?"
Dave wasn't up to talking just then. He just gaped. Heather had put her hair up on top of her head in a bun with a white scrunchi. It exposed her smooth, tanned neck. The towel at her chest may have covered the tops of her large, round breasts but the undersides were visible - almost half of her boobs were in plain view and swaying slightly with her breathing. Her smooth tight young stomach was exposed. The towel at her waist was ridiculously short, covering only her crotch. Her toned teenage legs were bare.
Heather patiently waited the 10 long seconds for David to compose himself. "Mr. White, I think you like my outfit." she grinned and let him take in her nubile body. She let her mouth fall open and darted her tongue out to lick her small pink upper lip. "You're not think about me staying in your bedroom tonight are you?"
Her words rebooted his brain. "Uh, no. You're an attractive young woman, but no," he rasped. "You can have that one bedroom you."
Heather twirled to look behind her. By some miracle, the towels held, but the bottom one lifted up to expose a perfectly firm adolescent butt cheek with a tan line that indicated she wore small string bikinis. Dave's one knee weakened a little at the sight and he leaned into the door frame.
"That one?" she pointed, back turned to David to let him continue soaking in her barely clad body. "OK, thanks." She turned, smiled at him coyly, and ducked back into the bathroom and shut the door.
Heather showered and went right to bed. She hadn't slept on the flight like Lisa and she was exhausted. She knew she'd need her rest for tomorrow. It was going to take some energy to affect the ditzy co-ed image for several hours at a time.
The morning came quickly. Heather got up and rummaged in her backpack for a pink string bikini. Its three triangles of fabric where tiny. She put it on and inspected herself in a full-length mirror behind the bedroom door. The top covered less than a quarter of her nearly double-D breasts which jutted straight out from her tiny body. She twisted at the waist quickly and her torso moved but it was a split second before her large boobs followed. Their heft made them swing past her upper body and then back. She grinned and glanced down at her crotch. She'd tied the bikini bottom tight enough that it showed a hint of cameltoe. Perfect. She was matrimonial kryptonite.
She bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. Lisa was awake already, wrapped in a blue cotton bathrobe, and sitting at the kitchen table with a morning paper. No sign of Dave yet.
Heather gestured the wordless question to Lisa, who pointed upstairs. They heard David walk down the upstairs hallway and down the steps. Heather turned her back at the sound of his approach and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast on the counter. She picked up a jar of marmalade.
David came down wearing a conservative suit and tie. "OK hun, I'm off to work. Be back 'round..." Dave's voice trailed off when he caught sight of the half-naked eighteen year-old in his kitchen.
