This is part eleven of the ongoing Friends series. Each story can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends.
This chapter starts where the last one left off, a Thursday two days after Audrey and Tim made up after their first big fight, and one day after the four's second game night. This one had much more cross-couple action. Marty, who is Lisa's and Audrey's boss, will be taking the four of them out to a fancy dinner on the next night.
Although this part has some longish stretches with no actual sex, I think there is reasonable action scattered across its entirety. This story is a more manageable length -- I seem to be getting better at not running on too long. Unlike the last chapter, we hear this tale from Lisa's perspective.
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I really hate airports
I think to myself, as Marty is off catching up with some other long lost friend. I thought having someone with me in the airport would make it easier. But he is here enough to make it awkward to do anything else, but off talking to someone too often to carry on a real conversation with him.
"I'm sorry about bouncing away non-stop," Marty says when he returns. "My network is the greatest asset I have. It's a shame none of the four of you are really networkers. Javi is almost there, but too many of the old farts in my network only want to deal with white males, so I can't pass my network off to him. If Michelle could get over herself a little bit, she could do it. But she still needs growth there, as I know you have seen.
"You did a wonderful job today, by the way," he continues, "I bet we get a basic agreement with them next month, once they have had a chance to digest your pitch. You don't have the charm of a classic sales person, but you exude competence, even excellence. They won't take us on because they like you, but because they absolutely believe we will do good things for them. Next batch, I am going to bring Javi with me. Then I may try sending the two of you. Javi's passion and compassion shine through when he is with customers. That combination should be a winner for most potential pitches."
Did he just say I'm not likable? He is right that I am not at all an extrovert, so I don't make friends easily. Certainly not like Marty.
"Audrey would be good on these if she could thaw some of her icy exterior without risking releasing her inner wild child. If she can do that, she can conquer anything. But it will be hard for her."
They announce the first boarding call for our plane. I text Audrey that it looks like I will be to her apartment around 6:30. And then Marty and I board the plane. I have the window seat and Marty has the aisle. Which means he says hi to at least six more people as they board, even with the small capacity of the CRJ that we are flying on. He does seem to know almost everyone.
Marty spends half the flight talking across the aisle to a friend who just made the plane. I put my AirPods in to listen to music and drown out the background noise. And the world, I guess. Having to perform all day in front of strangers is tiring and more than a little unnerving to me. Dinner with Audrey will be a good break.
Before we go our separate ways at our airport, I confirm with Marty that dinner is 7PM tomorrow. I clear the airport quickly and I'm to Audrey's new apartment by 6:25. I give her a big hug and collapse in a chair. I am beat.
She is making us nice salads with grilled chicken on them, which sounds wonderful after the mishmash of junk I ate on the trip. They had brought in sandwiches for lunch, which weren't bad, but they also had morning doughnuts and afternoon cookies. I will try to hit the gym in the morning.
I tell Audrey about his comments about the four of us that he is promoting. He certainly is assuming that I will do so. I suspect that he was both explaining to me why I am the only one stuck doing sales calls, and giving the guidance to Audrey. He expects Audrey to take over his role as president of the firm in a few years.
As I start to decompress, the topic of conversation shifts from work to more personal matters.
"Do you know what you are planning on doing with Alan next week?" I ask her. Alan is my husband. They have been lusting after each other for a while now. Just yesterday, her fiancé Tim, got Alan, Audrey and me to agree to a special one-time only partner swap next Saturday, each pair performing in front of the other.
"Yes, but I am keeping that a secret. Well, I will tell Alan my plans on Saturday."
"Do you have any suggestions about what I should plan for with Tim?" I ask her, "We both know he won't be planning anything."
"He is probably fantasying about it right now, but planning? No, not really. And he won't share those fantasies with you anyway. He generally won't with me either. And, god, does he blush when he does."
We both laugh. Tim is notoriously easy to embarrass.
"My advice is take advantage of his tongue first," she says, "That is definitely one of his strengths. And you will want to be as ready as possible before you let him stretch you out. We know for sure that he appreciates your oral skills. And pick a position that you control the pace and the depth. He really is big and it takes some getting used to."
I am starting to get wet thinking about having that monstrous cock inside me. Time to change the subject.
"We should try on our dresses, just to make sure," I suggest.
"They are lying on the bed right now. Let's do it."
We both head into the bedroom and take off our current clothes. Audrey strips all the way down, while I leave my panty on. The clerk in the shop had suggested that Audrey would need to go commando in her dress. My dress fits perfectly, better than it did when I tried it on at the shop. The adjustments seem to have been perfect.
Audrey looks stunning in hers. God, she is so hot.
We take the dresses off. She hangs hers in a closet.
"Pretty sure I can trust that Tim won't look in there before tomorrow. And I don't think he could visualize it on me anyway."
I throw my shirt back on and pull my slacks back on. I leave my bra lying on the bed with my new dress.
"Do you want to do some more modeling for me tonight?" I ask. "Fully nude, I was hoping."
"I was hoping so, too. Where do you want me?" she asks.
"I want you everywhere, but we promised not to do that for a while," I say, teasingly. "Oh, you mean modeling. I was thinking about you lying on your side on the couch, holding your legs as demurely as you can. I want to focus on your overall body shape. And I want more practice drawing breasts."
I bring a chair over, in front of the TV and pull out my sketch book and start drawing. I get the outline of the couch to keep a base for all my other shapes. I lightly sketch in the outline of her top leg and then her hip. I draw her side, skipping her arm coming down. I really struggle with elbows right now. And then I go up to her neck and head, including the pillow she has used to prop up her head. I solidify the arm of the couch and then the pillow, before I sketch the outline of her face. I fill in the many curls of her hair; I am only drawing with a black pencil, so I can't capture their fiery red color. I now work on the details of her face. Not as well as I did with my portrait of Alan, but my cheeks are definitely getting better with practice.
Time to tackle the arm. It takes a few attempts, but I think I finally got an elbow to not look like someone had broken their arm. I put more time and effort into her breasts than anywhere else. On her side like this, her big boobs both hang down, the left one resting partially on the right, making a small dimple in the side of its mate. I try to get the shading of the areolae just right and the sense of her small nipples extruding from them. I carefully add the shadows on the undersides, which give the breasts size and curvature. I am happy with them. I want to kiss them, but not now.
I draw her flat belly, her belly button, the curve as her abdomen meets her mound of venus. I draw in her triangle of fur just above her pussy. The slight glimpse of her pussy, mostly covered by her left leg coming down in front of it.
I finish up the legs and her feet. I lean back from the picture. It is good. I am definitely getting better with practice. I turn the sketch around to show it to Audrey.
