Sarah's Mom
Sally and Sarah relaxed naked on Sarah's bed with Sarah's Persian cat, Lady Godiva, between them. They stroked the cat's soft hair as it purred and flicked its tail from one girl to the other. Their skin was warm and flush from recent orgasm. They had just finished bringing one another off for the second time in as many days.
The girls heard the front door being opened and then closed. "Sarah dear, are you home?" It was Sarah's mom home from work. She suspected Sarah was home because her car was parked in front. There was always the possibility that she was out with friends in one of their cars.
"I'm here, Mom, in my room," Sarah shouted out.
"Maybe I should be leaving," Sally whispered.
"No, stay," Sarah whispered back and then shouted out, "Sally's here too."
"Sally?" her mom shouted back. "Do I know a Sally?"
Sally and Sarah had been friends throughout middle school but had separated in high school. Sarah was blond, cute and well built. She had been a cheerleader and socially active. Sally was thin as a board with a long, thin face, long thin nose and mousy brown, flyaway hair. They had encountered each other at graduation and gotten back together. They shared common interests, most particularly an interest in sex.
"Sally Czarwitz," Sarah shouted back. "You remember Sally."
There was silence and then after a few seconds the door to the room flew open, "Sally! I haven't, ..." there was a pause as the smile on Sarah's mother's face turned to an expression of surprise and then embarrassment. "... seen you for so long," she concluded in a quieter tone.
She composed herself quickly and instead of leaving sat at the foot of the bed and began stroking her daughters' feet. "Is it hot in here?" she asked in feigned innocence.
"I am a bit warm," Sally responded in an attempt to cover up her embarrassment. "It's nice to see you again Mrs. Malone."
"It's been a long time, Sally. It's nice to see you again. What have you girls been doing?"
Sarah's mom knew that Sarah was sexually very active. In fact she had first found her playing naked with a neighbor boy when she was in grade school and they weren't just "playing doctor," examining each other. Helen Malone was herself sexually active. Mr Malone was her fourth husband and Sarah's father had been her second. Her current marriage had lasted over 10 years partly because she and Mr Malone engaged in swinging and were relaxed about sex partners outside of marriage. The swinging lifestyle had broken up her previous marriage because she wanted to do it and husband number three was consumed with jealousy. Marriages one and two had also failed because she couldn't stay away from other men.
So although Sarah's sexual activity wasn't encouraged, it was accepted and never limited. Sarah was fully aware of what her parents did on weekends and Mrs. Malone's dearest hope, now that Sarah was 18, was that she would ask to come to one of the swingers' parties and bring along some young stud. She would never ask Sarah to do it so she waited patiently for the request.
"We've been shopping for swimsuits for Sally," Sarah told her mother. "Show her Sally."
Sally got up and picked up the bag from "Summer Swim and Sun" where they had shopped. She took out the three tops and three skimpy bottoms all made of a lycra stretch fabric.
"Those are darling," Mrs Malone said. "And small! Going to attract the boys!" She had always liked Sally and was glad to see the two girls together again but that didn't stop her from looking at the flat chested, chisel faced, frowzy haired, rail of a girl and thinking to herself, "
Poor Sally, she needs all the help she can get.
"
"Men!" Sarah corrected her mother, "not boys."
"Oh. yes,
men
," for some reason Sarah's insistence on that noun made her concerned. She trusted Sarah to handle "boys" but "men" opened up a whole category of undesirables. She wondered what she could say or do to help her daughter avoid some stupid choices. "
God,
" she thought, "
I made plenty of them.
"
"Try them on," Sarah insisted. "Let's pick what you'll wear to the beach tomorrow!"
Mrs Malone got up, "It was good seeing you Sally. I hope we'll see more of you."
"Not much more of her to see." Sarah joked. "You can stay, Mom. I'm sure Sally would like your opinion."
Sally wasn't used to parents commenting on her clothing. In fact she dreaded when her parents did it. Their tastes didn't fit hers at all. And if it was a sexy outfit or a tight, skimpy swimsuit like these she knew the comments would be overwhelmingly negative. No way would her parents see her in these. She'd wear something over the suit at home or change at the beach. Despite her feelings she said, "Sure, Mrs. Malone, stay."
But Mrs. Malone left. She looked back at her naked daughter now standing next to the bed, remembered when she had a killer body like that, and wished she were 18 again. "
She'd have more cocks than she could handle if she came to one of our parties,
" she speculated. "
And if she'd bring a guy with a body to match hers...
" she licked her lips in anticipation and desire.
Sarah's Dad
The tops were white, florescent orange and florescent yellow. The bottoms were black, white and multi-colored with yellow, orange, blue and white stripes that spiraled down from the waist.
"Do white and white first," Sarah suggested.
Sally pulled on the tight, white, very short tube top and then the similarly tight bottoms.
"Ohh!" Sarah exclaimed, "I think I can see the darkness of your nipples and a hint of a slit! Those will do well. Let's get them wet." She pulled Sally to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Pulling the bottoms up as far as they would go she motioned toward the shower.
Sally got in and emerged soaked.
Ahh, that's what I mean," Sarah motioned Sally to the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
Sally's nipples had hardened unter the spray and plainly stood out over a quarter inch under the smooth fabric. A hint of her dark aureoles was also apparent. At her crotch, the bottoms nestled around her substantial labia and exposed a slight indentation in the middle where the darkess of her slit was visible as a gray line.
"I'll be arrested!" she said, "if I wear this in public."
"No you won't," Sarah insisted. She changed the subject, "I like your hair wet. It's not so 'flyaway'."
Sally looked in the mirror. Her unmaageable hair now lay flat against her head framing her face perfectly. She kept it short to avoid looking like her head had exploded and now it reached barely to her chin on the sides. "I think you're right. But how do I keep it that way."
Sarah ran out and returned with some of her father's hair gel, "try this." she said.
Sally put some on. Now she would have to wait for the hair to dry to see if it made a difference. She followed Sally into her parents bedroom and bath to replace the gel. On the way out they encountered Sarah's father.
Sarah was still totally naked and Sarah had just removed the top.
Sarah just said, "Hi, Dad. You remember Sally?"
Sally wasn't sure what to do. Her first instinct was to cover-up with her arms but Sarah's calm demenor caused her to stand with her hands at her sides. "Er, hi, Mr. Malone," she mumbled.
He didn't remember Sally and the sight of his naked stepdaughter always unnerved him, she was so beautiful, and she had a tendency to wander around nude, and she had shaved her genitals, and there was the way she always posed so nonchalantly. He knew his wife's fantasy to have Sarah come to one of the swinger parties with a buff boyfriend and he always wondered if it would be okay to fuck her in that environment. "
Maybe in one of the really dark rooms or in a game where she wouldn't know it was him. Now that her friends were of age maybe one of them would come along.
" He shook off the fantasies and looked at the girl with Sarah. She looked only vaguely familiar but he said, "sure! Hello Sally."
Most of Sarah's friends were real lookers but never walked around almost naked. He first noticed her huge, hard nipples but no breasts. His glance travelled down the flat, thin body to her crotch and his cock stiffened at the glimpse of her genitals under the smooth, thin fabric. "
The gap between her legs provides good access,
" he thought. She had almost anorexic, but not bony, arms and legs. Finally he looked at her face. he liked large noses and thought her face was reasonably attractive, especially the way her hair clung to her cheeks and framed her face.
He liked the feelings generated in his body from having these naked and near naked young women standing with him so he attempted conversation to keep them around, "So what are you young ladies up to?"
"Sally's trying on her new swinsuits," Sarah told him. "Show him Sally," .
Sally held up the top, conscious of the way Mr Malone was examining her.
"No, put it on, silly," Sarah said with a laugh.
Sally, pulled the tight top over her head and down over her breasts.
"Turn around," Sarah requested and Sally obliged. "What do you think, Daddy? will the guys like her in it?"
"
The exciting big nipples aren't as prominent under the fabric but none of this girl's assets are much disguised,
" he thought. He replied, "Yes, yes! I think the guys will like her in it."
"I think you like her in it, daddy!" she giggled and directed Sally's gaze to his crotch where his expanding penis was tenting his trousers. She didn't realize that the "tent" was due more to her own nakedness and subtle flirting than to Sally's swimwear.
