Early one morning, Toby was on his hands and knees in Faith's house.
The occasion was that Faith asked him to hook up the VHS player that Aunt Meg had left her up to the new big screen wall-mounted HDTV that Faith had gotten for the living room. The process involved several adapters, because the VHS player was ancient and the HDTV was too cutting edge to have any inputs older than HDMI. Toby was no electrical genius, but all that was really involved was rigging up the wires and putting the right pegs in the right slots.
He'd been rather good at that lately. At least, that's what she said. And she, and she, and she. Sometimes he thought he was on the verge of losing track, but Dolly, Carla, Gloria, and Sin all meant something important to him, and he'd hardly restricted himself to those four. In fact, there was only one woman he really thought about much that he couldn't have, and that was his cousin Faith, who was bustling behind him, adjusting the positions of chairs.
She'd borrowed them from all her neighbors. Between the couch and the chairs, her living room now seated ten.
Toby popped a tape in, to test his work. Immediately the screen flickered into full technicolor, and a picture of Faith appeared. She was tugging open the white blouse she wore, and her bare breasts popped into view. Cut to a man with a pornstache in an ill-fitting suit, who apparently was the audience for this display.
"Those are some mighty nice knockers," said the actor.
"Why thank you very much!" Faith said. Except it wasn't Faith, not really. It was their Aunt Meg, forty some years ago. Faith just looked like her, with the same blonde hair, pretty innocent face, and big tits.
"It works!" said the real Faith. "Toby, you're a life-saver."
He stood up and smiled. On the screen, "Maggie Love," Aunt Meg's nom de porn, was getting groped. In real life, Toby had to settle for an enthusiastic cousinly hug. Either way, he was very aware of the size of the boobs involved. "Well, I was looking forward to this too," he said. "So it wasn't exactly altruistic."
"They are just movies," Faith said. "But I hope it will be a successful party." She picked up the remote. "So how do I stop the tape?"
Toby pointed to the buttons on the VHS. "By doing it the old-fashioned way. There's no way I can get the TV remote to work on this old piece of junk. We should get all those movies transferred to electronic format."
Faith smiled. "You're probably right. Somehow I like the idea of watching them the same way Aunt Margaret did. Do you think she watched herself often? Sounds kind of narcissistic, when I put it that way, doesn't it?"
Not any more so than her niece watching them over and over, when you look just like Maggie Love, thought Toby. "I don't know, Faith. Bill might have an idea."
"I hope this will be a success," Faith said. "I've never hosted a party before. Do you think I bought enough booze?"
Toby chuckled. "I don't think you needed to buy any," he said. "And I'm hardly an expert on drinking. Again, Bill might be a better person to ask."
"Toby Brown!" Faith said. "I'm sure Bill drinks only in moderation."
"He's the moderation guy," Toby agreed. "Staid, boring."
Faith made a face at him, which he felt he deserved. He was teasing her because he knew she had a crush on Bill Goldstein. An unrequited crush? Not exactly, but Bill was too uptight to do anything about it. "You could ask Dolly or Gloria," he suggested. "Or there was this girl I met in the bar once who challenged me to a drinking contest. Sammy. She seemed to know a lot about drinking."
Faith frowned. "Tell me you did not take advantage of a drunk girl. Tell me you have at least that much decency."
"I did not," Toby said. "And as far as I know, she didn't take advantage of me. Pretty sure she was the last one conscious. I had a hell of a big headache the next morning."
"Huh," Faith said. "Okay. Well, thank you for fixing up the tape thingy. Could you help me move these chairs with your big, strong muscles?"
He was tempted to ask what was in it for him, but he didn't. He just moved the chairs like a good cousin, and then asked if there was anything else. Faith shook her head, and so he went down to the beach to play volleyball. He couldn't honestly claim that he cared passionately about the sport, but he didn't like to lose, and playing every day was the way to get better. And playing sometimes - well, given that the girls played topless, he wasn't going to give that up.
* * * * *
"What are you so worried about?" Amber asked Faith.
"Well, I just realized that people might, you know, be rather excited."
"You mean turned on?"
"Yes," Faith said, blushing.
"Let me get this straight. You've invited a bunch of people over to your house to watch pornographic movies featuring your aunt. You intend to wear one of your aunt's dresses, and no, you aren't wearing a bra with that, it would totally show, and that's ridiculous. Anyway, you've invited them to watch porn, and you're worried they'll get turned on?"
"Yes!"
"Of course they're going to get turned on!" Amber said. "There won't be a soft dick or a dry pussy in the place. Including mine. And including yours."
"Mine?" Faith asked, realizing Amber was right. In fact, just thinking about it she'd gotten damp and tingly. She'd been tempted a few times to get one of the vibrators Aunt Margaret had left her and get herself off while watching one of the movies, ever since Toby had left. But the living room windows had no curtains, which meant anyone walking by on the street would be able to see her. The only room, besides the bathroom, where she truly had privacy was Aunt Margaret's dungeon, because it had no windows. Until tonight, that's where the VCR had been, hooked up to a television of similar vintage.
She had gotten very used to using the Maggie Love movies for moments both private and orgasmic. "Maybe this whole party wasn't such a good idea," she said. "I could call it off."
"What would Bill think, if you chickened out?"
That's right, Bill would be there. Part of the point of the evening's festivities was to show Bill that she, Faith, fit into Sunny Park just fine. Another was to remind Bill of how much she looked like Bill's favorite porn star. But she couldn't invite just Bill, because that would be too obvious. So she'd invited Jack, Tom, Toby, and Charles, and of course there'd be her, Amber, Gloria, Sin, and Dolly. Perfectly even gender balance. Everything just so. It was going to be fine.
"It's going to be fine," Amber told her, touching the other woman's shoulders. "You just need to settle your nerves."
"It's way too early to start drinking," Faith said.
"That wasn't what I had in mind," Amber said, kissing Faith's neck, and slipping a hand inside to cup one of Faith's boobs. The dress made it easy for her, with its deep V-neck.
"But I just got into the dress!" Faith objected. Amber's hands felt so good, and Faith's nipple hardened at the other woman's touch.
"I'll help you out of it," Amber said. "And back into it. As many times as we have to. What are friends for."
"Mmm," Faith said, kissing Amber's soft red lips. A certain Katy Perry song started going through her head. The pastor back at home would have said this sort of thing was sinful, that women shouldn't kiss women - or men who weren't their husbands. But none of the girls at church paid too much attention to that latter part, and kissing Amber felt too good to be wrong. Besides, Amber was so innocent, so pure. There was nothing sinful about Amber.
Even if Amber was sliding the dress off her body, right there in front of the window.
Even if Amber was stripping off her own clothes just as fast as she could.
No, thought Faith, as Amber had her on the bed and was licking her pussy, nothing Amber did could be considered sinful. She trusted Amber with her body, her heart, and her soul.
"Amber!!!" she screamed a few moments later, as liquid gushed out from her and messed up Amber's makeup. Amber knew all the right spots. She applied just the right pressure. Her finger curled inside Faith's lady parts just the right way, and her tongue was so skillful.
