If you are looking for a lot of gratuitous hardcore sex with the requisite moans and screams and mutual orgasms of porn fantasy, or are looking for a quick jerk don't waste your time or mine on this story. If you did not read "Jewels" much of this will not make sense. My purpose with part two is telling the story, and working on character development. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is requested as I am trying very hard to develop my writing ability.
I woke up rather late the next morning with long black hair on my chest. No, I didn't grow it overnight! Jewels was sleeping with her head on my shoulder. I had never felt so complete in my life. Her breasts were snuggled up against my ribs under my arm, and they felt wonderful! Her long luscious legs were tangled with mine. I couldn't see her pubes, because they were nestled up against my hip as if they had grown there. Bliss, that's the word I was trying to think of. I was in bliss. Then I heard it again, the sound that had awakened me a minute ago. A car horn! Susan and Jennifer were here! I shook Jewels shoulder and awakened her. She stretched like a cat snuggled up against me still, and almost purred.
"Jewels, Susan and Jennifer are here!"
"Oh, no! Already?"
"It's almost ten o'clock! We really slept once we finally went to sleep!" Jewels jumped up quickly and scurried across the hall to her room, naked as the morning she was born. Again I was awestruck at her beauty! She thought faster than I did, rumpling up her bed to make it look like it had been slept in, and threw a tee shirt and her shorts on, then said, "Hurry up, slowpoke! They will know we've been up to something if we don't hurry down there!"
I threw on a tee shirt and pulled on my shorts, commando again, not wanting to take the time to pull out underwear. Jewels hurried down the stairs to the front door to let them in, just as I got to the head of the stair.
"What's going on?" Jennifer asked. "Were you going to sleep all day, or something? We blew the horn three times!"
"Sorry," I said from the stairs. We both had some wine last night since the parents weren't here, and I guess we overslept." You see, I can think quickly sometimes, too.
The girls came into the house carrying a small bag apiece since they were planning to spend the night. Susan also had another bag that she handed to Jewels. "I think that has what you wanted in it. What gives?" She gave Jewels a searching look, but Jewels just said, "I'll tell you all about it later."
"How about some breakfast? I'll make waffles," I said.
"Yum," said Jewels. "Let me go get cleaned up a bit while you fix it." She turned to Jennifer and Susan and said, "Come on up with me and I'll explain why I asked for that stuff."
I started preparing blueberry waffles with some blueberries I had picked with Mom last week. There is a "U Pick" farm near our house that has some of the best hybrid blueberries! They are as big as the end of my little finger, and sweet! I also started some hashed-browns, (OK, I cheated and used frozen ones.) and some fresh home-made sausage, that came from the same farm. I'm going to let Jewels tell what happened while I was cooking breakfast, but before I do it, let me tell you a little about Jennifer and Susan. They are both a couple of "cute girl next door" kind of girls, both brunettes. There is nothing special about them that would catch the eye. Just kind of average, and neither of them really dressed to get attention. Jennifer is about four eleven, and slender. Susan on the other hand is about an inch taller than Jewels and about the same weight. Here's Jewels. . . .
Jennifer, Susan and I went up to my bedroom while Jason started breakfast. Susan said, "All right, what gives with the clothes you wanted? I've never seen you dress like that? And what's with no bra? I'm sure Jason noticed"
Jewels giggled. "Yes, he noticed all right! It's a long story. Do you remember our sophomore year when Julie brought her brother's Porn magazine to Volleyball practice, and we looked at it in the locker room?"
Jennifer and Susan both grimaced and Jennifer said, "Yeah, I remember. Talk about feeling ugly and under-developed!" Susan nodded agreement.
"Well yesterday, after our dads got hurt, he fixed lunch, and he can really cook! He opened a bottle of wine since no one else was there, and we wouldn't be going anywhere. After we ate I suggested we put on our bathing suits and go for a swim. He joked that with our folks gone we could skinny dip like we did in the wading pool as little kids. I said, 'Right!' and then kind of quiet so he wouldn't hear me, but he did, I said, 'Like any guy would want to look at my body.' He said, 'I would.' After we swam for a while and played water volleyball (I noticed he kept looking at my body when I jumped up in the water to hit the ball) we came back in and got dressed. I was drying my hair and brushing it out when he walked by my door and stopped and watched. I asked what he was looking at, and he said my hair is beautiful and he wished he could brush it for me. I said 'OK' but he wouldn't come in my room, so we went down to the verandah. Like he told you we had some wine with lunch, well, while he was brushing my hair out I talked him into opening another bottle just for courage. After a bit I asked him if he ever looks at porn, and why. Man, was I ever embarrassed! Anyway, he said he does sometimes, but he knows it is all fantasy, and not real. He said the models usually are enhanced, and they photoshop the pictures to make them look better. He said I look as good, or better, than they do! I thought he was just trying to make me feel better or something and said so. He asked if he could show me. He promised not to do anything indecent or anything, so I said 'OK'.
We came up here to my room, which he never would come into before, and he had me stand in front of my mirror. You know how I've hated mirrors for the last couple of years! He asked me what I saw. I said, 'I see a skinny girl with little boobs and long hair. I don't see anything beautiful or attractive at all.' He said, 'What I see is a beautiful young woman who has been programmed by media into thinking she is lacking in beauty and sex appeal.'
I had to agree with him. He asked me to put on some shorts and a tee shirt. He left and I changed clothes. All I had were some booty shorts and a loose crop top that I sleep in. When he came back in he asked me to stand in front of the mirror again, and again asked me what I saw. I told him the same thing, then, he started telling me what HE saw. . "Don't be embarrassed, you asked me an embarrassing question, so turn about it fair play. I'm not trying to be rude or mocking you. I just want you to see yourself for who you are. You've had the wrong idea of what a real woman, a sexy woman, is all about." He started talking about my hair and the way it shaped and framed my face and caught every man's eye that saw it. Then he talked about my eyes and how they lit up my face, how my chin looked, my lips and nose, my skin, and how everything flowed down to my neck and to my shoulders. Then he asked me to put my arms above my head like a ballerina. I thought he was joking, but he was serious. Then he asked me to take a look at my figure and the way it flows together. I told him I didn't see anything good about it. He asked what my measurements are, and I told him I don't know, so he went downstairs and got his Mom's sewing measuring tape and measured me. I thought he was going to try to cop a feel, but he didn't! He was a perfect gentleman! I'm actually an inch bigger on top than my hips! He asked permission, really, he did, to bunch up my top a little bit to show me something. He was really red and embarrassed. It was sweet! Then he said, 'Imagine you had artificial breasts like those girls in the magazine. Wouldn't you be unbalanced? Instead, you have the perfect size breasts for your body and shape. They are perfect.' He talked about how my hips match up with my figure, and how so many women work hard to have my measurements. Then he said, 'You wear a padded bra don't you?' I said, yes, that I had ever since seeing those pictures. He said not to, that I don't need it, and that it actually detracted! Then he said he would loan me some tee shirts for the rest of the week if I wanted. He thought I was going to change back into my other clothes when he went down to fix dinner, but what I did was to take off my bra instead." Jennifer and Susan just looked at me with their mouths open and wide eyed. I laughed and said, "Well, he did tell me I didn't need it, and that it detracted!" We all laughed at that. "Anyway, that is why I needed you to bring my other clothes up for me. They are likely to be a little snug! I haven't worn them for two years!"
So then I changed into a different pair of shorts and a tee shirt with a deep vee neck. I didn't bother putting on a bra. Jason seemed to like it without, and the parents weren't back yet. We went down to breakfast.
It's me again. I had waffles hot and ready by the time the girls came back down. I asked Jewels to pour some orange juice for us. She said, "You mean we don't get wine with breakfast?" and giggled. "No, no wine for breakfast! I told you you would turn into a lush!" We all sat down to eat and had a good time with it. We discussed what we should do with the day. The girls wanted to swim and work on their tans, so after cleaning up the kitchen we all went upstairs and changed to our bathing suits. Was I in for a surprise!
I was back downstairs and had gone out to gather flotation devices and other things we might want down at the lake when the girls came out. Jewels came out last singing, "She wore her itsy, bitsy, teensy, weensy, yellow polka dot bikini...", and she did! "You like?" Did I like??? Did I say it was itsy bitsy? It was also teensy weensy! "I haven't worn this since I was sixteen, and I'm a little bigger now than I was then." It was a string bikini, and it is a good thing they were long strings, because there wasn't much else! She walked over to me and put her arms around my neck and brushed her breasts across my chest and smiled. "Thanks, so much for helping me understand myself," she whispered. "The other girls are so jealous! They have struggled with their self-esteem since we saw that magazine, too. Do you think you could help them understand?"
"Why don't you two take the towels down to the beach. I'll have Jewels help me with the other stuff," I said. Really, I needed a chance to re-arrange my cock, which was tenting out my trunks since Jewels walked out the door. "Are you asking me what I think you are asking me? You want me to do with them what I did with you?"
