It's all in black and white.
Jamie and I, I'm Susan by the way, had been friends with Chanise and Delroy since our schooldays, we all went to the same high school. We had often gone out together as a foursome and had even stayed over at each other's places occasionally. This was always quite proper with each couple staying with their own partner, although we had once made out with our husbands in the same room. Chanise and I had "fooled around" in my bedroom when we were about fifteen, but nothing like that had happened since. However, she and I were close friends and always kissed each other when we met or parted, these kisses had mostly taken the form of pecks on the lips. It wasn't long before we were doing the same to each other's husband.
Sometimes the sight of two couples, one pair black and the other white out together had prompted a few "looks", but unlike in some areas, in our town it raised no comment. Jay and I have been invited over to dinner next Friday night with the tacit understanding that we might stay over.
Chanise and I had naturally spoken about the forthcoming date. "How about we give the men something to look at?" I asked Chanise.
She gave a deep throaty laugh, "How much are you suggestion we let them see?" She asked.
"A bit more than usual." I murmured calmly, although what I was about to suggest was making me feel a tingle. "Let's say we wear something flimsy......."
"...............With no underwear!" Chanise interrupted, laughing out loud.
"Well I wasn't going to suggest nothing at all, just no bras." I protested gently.
"Listen girl!" Chanise replied, "If you want to bring some excitement into your life, you better show some spunk!" She then laughed again, "But I guess that's what we'll be wanting the men to show! Ha Ha!"
I laughed with her. "I think we need to go shopping, don't you?" We went to the market and looked round the women's clothes section. There were plenty of sexy, flimsy dresses there. "They are so cheap and not very well made." I remarked.
"No need to spend too much money, Hon." Chanise said in return. "If these dresses have the desired effect, they may not last the night!"
I put on a mock shocked look. "Whatever can you mean?"
Chanise looked at me, "I know Delroy," she said, "If I give him half a chance, I may have trouble keeping my dress on!" I giggled and thought about Jay's reaction and secretly hoped he would be as forthright as Delroy was expected to be.
We each bought two outfits, I bought a thin vest topped straight print dress which came to just above my knees and a shorter faux silk dress with a slit up the side. It had a scooped cowl neck which although quite low, was not as low as the back which came down to just above my waist. The spaghetti straps, were linked across the back of my neck, to stop them slipping. In essence, the dresses that Chanise bought were very similar to mine, but the details differed. For one thing, both of hers were much shorter than mine, one of them ridiculously so. "Chanise, you're never going to wear that in public?"
"You're coming to dinner at my house, so whose going to see it apart from my husband?" She asked.
"Jay?"
"Oh well he'll just have to keep his fly buttoned!" She gave another healthy roar of a laugh.
"Chanise I do love you!" I laughed and kissed her. Suddenly at that moment in the middle of the market, there was a frisson which we both felt as when we broke apart after a second or two, a tiny static charge shot between our lips.
"That was nice." Chanise said quietly, I'll have another of those and kissed me again. This time there was no actual spark as the static electricity had already been discharged, but we both enjoyed the sensation.
As we rode out of town on the bus, I took her hand. "I have something to tell you. – We are trying for a baby."
"Sue! No!" Chanise seemed very surprised. "That's wonderful!" We hugged and she said "This is fate. So are we! We have been trying for a few weeks."
"These things often take some time,- even years." I told her.
She nudged me, "But the practice is a lot of fun!" We laughed so loud that other passengers on the bus began to stare at us. We got back to ours and decided to try on our new dresses. In order to add to the effect, it was agreed that one of us (me) would go upstairs and change, leaving the other (Chanise) in the lounge. Then the positions would be reversed. As I went upstairs Chanise called after me. "Remember no underwear!"
I examined myself in the mirror, I dressed(!) in the thin vest top first. I hadn't realised quite how low cut the arm holes were. As I turned to each side, I could see that almost half of my breast was exposed under my arms. Neither was I quite prepared for how translucent to dress turned out to be. As the sun shone in through the window, I stood between that and the mirror. Depending how I stood, either my silhouette was clear through the dress, or my breasts and nipples were clearly defined. I gulped and wondered if I had been too rash in suggesting flimsy clothes when we were meeting up.
"Come on Sue!" Chanise called up the stairs. "I want to see how you look!"
I went down downstairs in some trepidation. I wasn't bothered about Chanise seeing me, but I was getting nervous about Friday evening. "Wow! Sue!" Chanise clapped her hands together. "You look fabulous!"
"Do you think it shows too much?" I asked tentatively.
"Not if you want to get shagged!" Chanise laughed. "I could do you myself right now! Let me look at you." She held me at arm's length, her hands on my shoulders. "You're one sexy bitch." She hooked her thumbs under the shoulder straps, and let them slide down my arms a little. "I could kiss you!" I said nothing. She kissed me full on the lips briefly, then saying "Now I must get into a similar state of undress." She dashed up the stairs.
I restored my dress straps to their correct position thinking how easily they slid off my shoulders and sat on the sofa to await the arrival of Chanise. I brought my legs up onto the seat and was nicely surprised by the amount that the dress rode up my thighs.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Chanise burst through the door wearing the shorter of her two dresses. It was almost too short to cover her. "I'll have to trim my bush." She said thoughtfully as she twirled in front of me. The same thought occurred to me. Her really dark skin went with the feint off-white colour of her dress. The material clung to her body, so well that her long nipples seemed to be trying to get out through the fabric. "Will he want me, do you reckon?"
"He surely will!" I exclaimed. "I probably have to sit on Jay to stop him ravishing you himself!"
She raised an eyebrow as if to say, "That might be fun!" I said nothing. Then I went back upstairs to try on my second dress. This turned out not to be as transparent as the first one, but was lower cut both front and back. I felt it definitely needed the tie across the back of my neck to help it stay on. As I returned to the lounge, Chanise had taken up my position on the sofa. The difference was that he dress was so short, almost all of her arse was below the hem of her dress. Her long slim legs were stretched along the leather seat. I wished I had legs like her. "Do a twirl." She instructed me. I did as she bid.
She got to her feet and stood behind me. "You should wear it without the tie." She announced and promptly undid it.
"The dress will fall off!" I protested.
"Dance." She told me. "Go on dance! Let's see if it does." I moved as if to music and was surprised how secure the dress felt. "See!" she almost screeched, "You're quite safe. Unless your partner comes up behind you like this and takes advantage of the easy access to your tits." She held me to her from behind and slid her soft hands inside my dress and cupped my breasts. Unconsciously I was still dancing and she matched her movements to mine. We stayed like that for some time, several minutes dancing slowly together, my back to her chest. I covered her hands with mine through the thin dress material. Her thumbs found my nipples and barely touched them. I jumped but clasped her hands even tighter to my breasts. I felt one of her legs slide round and up mine. The back of her ankle rubbed up and down my inner thigh. Neither of us said anything, I think we were both lost on the moment.
I turned around and put my arms round her waist and we kissed. I was surprised to find that her dress had ridden up into a crumpled roll. I pulled it a little higher. She sniggered and slid the top of my dress off my shoulders and down almost to my wrists. I took my arms through the straps and let her pull my dress down to my hips. I lifted her dress completely off over her head, so it didn't take long for her to drop mine to the floor. We stood, both naked in the middle of the room kissing and fondling each other. "This takes me back to when we were fifteen." I whispered.
"Yeah." She uttered softly, "The difference is now, we know what to do!" I felt her hand cup my mons and I deliberately opened my legs a little wider to give her better access. She knelt before me putting her tongue between my labia lips. My reaction of pushing my cunt into her face encouraged her to lap up my juices which by now were flowing. She looked up at me, her face smothered in my fluid. "What to kiss me now?" She asked.
I did want to kiss her, I wanted to lick her face clean of my oil. I knelt suddenly and she lost her balance and fell backward on the carpet. I lay on top of her and kissed and licked every part of her face. I felt her hand slide between our bodies and she began to finger her own cunt. "Let me do that." I whispered. Her answer came in the form of the slightest nod. I slid down her body, the sweat on both of us made the friction sin to skin less. I rested my head on her hip and started to finger her damp labia. Her legs parted and as I worked, my nose caught her scent and I edged my face closer to her vagina. Suddenly I turned my head towards the top of her thighs and licked the red gash that was before me.
Natural progression caused us to adopt a sixty nine position and soon we were pleasuring each other. Such was our drive that it wasn't long before both of us experienced an orgasm. Then we lay, still in the sioxante neuf position but holding hands. "That's one thing that Delroy refuses to do to me, - lick me out." Chanise murmured.
"Jay loves doing it." I replied before realising that my remark could have sounded cruel.
"He expects me to blow him – and swallow. But he won't return the favour.." She carried on as if she hadn't heard me.
"Jay likes me to do that too." I told her. "Before we were married, we did it everywhere, behind the club or pub, shop doorways in the town at night. But lately sex has become a strictly bedroom activity. Perhaps we're trying too hard trying for baby and forgetting the fun."
"So that's why you wanted to liven things up a bit." Chanise said.
I rolled off her and said "I suppose it is, was, is, Oh you know what I mean!"
