Author's Note: This is the story version of a comic script I wrote based on my original story. It follows the same plot though some changes were made. It is also based on the illustrations done for the comic. Two follow up comics have been completed and there will be story versions of them, forthcoming.
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The garden surrounding the pool was verdant and thriving. It ran along the fence in the house's backyard, surrounding the pool and the small four stool tiki bar. The plants were well cared for, thriving and green as the warm Southern California spring turned into a hot summer. The thriving plants were ample and sumptuous, but not as ample nor as sumptuous as the two bikini-clad women laying on cots beside the pool.
"You should suck his dick," said Donna, taking a sip of her margarita. She was clad in a skimpy blue bikini that her husband had bought for her to show off her shapely new body. The young woman had been chubby most of her life but had recently through diet and exercise transformed her stout body into one worthy of a stripper. She was rapidly developing a taste for showing off too and was loving the attention she was getting. Her husband, Bill liked showing her off just as much.
"DONNA!" Jenny exclaimed. Her copper bandeau bikini was more modest then Donna's, but still did little to contain her buxom form. The top was a little tight, squeezing her 32F cup breasts together. Her hair was naturally light brown and the humidity made it curl as it fell down her back. Glasses covered her bright green eyes and an emerald necklace that matched her eyes hugged her neck. She was sitting on the edge of the cot, talking to her friend.
Donna leaned in. "I do it for Bill and he repays the favor if you know what I'm saying."
"I don't," responded Jenny, truthfully. She stared at Donna, still unable to get over the transformation her friend had undertaken in just 18 months. She'd no idea such a beautiful woman was hiding under the extra weight. Donna had shorter, shoulder-length reddish brown hair. There was a beauty mark under her left eye. Her breasts were slightly larger than Jenny's around 34FF and Bill had paid for them to be lifted for her 24th birthday. Jenny was tanner. It was her home and pool. Jenny laid out and tanned every day while Donna stopped by a couple times a week. Donna protected her skin more and was fairer then Jenny.
"It would be a great anniversary present," said Donna, winking at her.
"Maybe," responded Jenny, considering it, not keen at the thought of taking a penis in her mouth. "But if Charles can get it hard, I really need it inside me."
"Still having trouble? They make pills for that you know."
Charles was on a statin drug for blood pressure and over the last few years, his erections had gone from only lasting a few minutes to turning floppy to rarely materializing. His stamina disappeared along with the firmness. When he did get it hard, it wanted to ejaculate before he had managed to get the entire thing inside her. Donna's husband didn't have that erection problem, but his stamina went downhill steadily as she lost weight. He got hard easily, but he couldn't handle her sexy new body and squirted after only a few strokes. Thankfully, he was skilled with his tongue, but he still had trouble keeping up. As Donna's weight fell off, her sex drive began skyrocketing. She'd flirt with strange men and had even begun fantasizing about Jenny sexually though she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body. Her nipples did harden as her eyes swept her friend's sexy bikini-clad form. Still, an agreement to mutually pleasure each other would solve both their problems though Jenny was way too white bread for Donna to even mention it. Jenny pretty much only associated with straight white protestants.
"He's too embarrassed to bring it up with the doctor, but for god's sake, how are we going to start a family if he can't even get it up." Jenny was in her prime at 27, but Charles wasn't getting any younger and closing on fifty. They were an odd couple and most people assumed she'd married him for his money, but the truth was they were deeply in love. Jenny had worked for him at his software company and the long hours together had turned into a mutual attraction. He wasn't great around women, nor much of a looker, and couldn't believe his luck that such a gorgeous young woman had developed an interest in him. His company had a no dating policy (he'd made the rule himself after an executive was accused of harassment), but Jenny had willingly agreed to quit so that they could see each other. They married quickly, Charles was very good to her, and there was no need for her to work. They had a cleaning service come in once a week and a landscaping service to take care of their yard. Other then grocery shopping and cooking dinner, she had it easy but was quickly growing bored. Jenny was good for her husband too. He was a workaholic and would be at the office seven days a week if it wasn't for her. The blood pressure meds were the result of an early heart attack. She'd forced him to relax more, spend weekends with her, and to even take a couple vacations a year.
Jenny laid back on the cot and closed her eyes, praying erectile dysfunction meds would be the solution to her problems. A shadow crossed the sun, but the day hadn't been cloudy. She opened her eyes and screamed. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!"
Donna's eyes flew open. She was just as startled to see a muscled black giant standing over them. The man looked with an angry lust down at the two women. He wore a white skullcap on his head and a tight gray tee shirt hugged his tapered waist stretching out as his chest broadened. He was clad in tight gray shorts, bulging in the front and tan working gloves covered his hands.
A rustling in the bushes behind them heralded the arrival of another black man. This one was older, past sixty, but in better shape than either of the young woman's husbands. He was wearing a tee shirt with suspenders holding his jeans up and work gloves too. His demeanor was friendlier, and both women relaxed. "Hi, Mrs. Richardson, Mrs. Miller. Didn't mean to scare you." He finished moving through the plants. "That's my son Jerome. He's helping me out."
Jerome's angry expression turned into a cocky smirk. His eyes sweeping up and down both women's bodies. "How you two doin?"
Jenny grabbed her towel. "We're good." She motioned for Donna to follow her. "Sorry, I thought you'd be here later." She never sunbathed when she knew the gardeners were coming. Even the old man, Mark Stanford was checking her and Donna's scantily clad forms with lustful appreciation. "We'll head inside and let you do your work."
Jerome held his hand to his chest. "Don't leave on my account." He hadn't seen anything like this in a long time.
Jenny's nipples weren't hard, but they still poked through her top and Jerome was staring right at them. She felt them began to grow and held one arm across her chest to hide them. "It's time for lunch anyway," she said. "Come on Donna."
Jerome's angry expression returned as he watched the women walk away. His eyes took in the first bare female asses he'd seen in five years.
"God! He was huge and scary looking," muttered Jenny, walking ahead of Donna.
"You don't know the half of it," replied Donna, a little louder.
"What do you mean?" Jenny pulled the sliding glass door open. She had the materials ready to make sandwiches and retrieved two slices of bread.
Donna leaned against the wall, watching the two black men get to work. "Mark was mowing my lawn last week."
"Yeah?" Jenny spread some mayonnaise on a slice.
"He said he was looking forward to having some help. His son was getting out of jail in a few days."
"JAIL!" Jenny dropped the knife.
Donna walked over to the bar and sat on a stool. "Where are you going?" she asked as Jenny marched past.
