Next Friday finally came, and at about 8PM I was dispatched with an Italian sausage and mushroom pie to the girls' place. I made the trip in record time, hoping to see Candace again, and emboldened by a full week of thinking and fantasizing about her, and trying to get up the nerve to ask her what last week's little show was all about.
I'd seen Candace and Keisha about the same amount, sometimes one would answer the door, sometimes the other, and sometimes both. But Candace was my favorite, not because of her body so much, but because of her face. The movie Roll Bounce had just come out, which was when I first discovered Meagan Good, and Candace reminded me a lot of her in the face, just that soft, girlish, wholesome girl-next-door look. Whereas Keisha was darker and her face a bit "harder" if you will. Like a Regina King, maybe. Not ugly at all, and not plain, just a little "edgier" than a Meagan Good. And based on the way they each spoke, I got the impression that Candace might've grown up in the suburbs, or even a small town like Ann Arbor, and gone to mostly white schools and had to fit into that kind of society. Whereas maybe Keisha seemed to be just a little more "urban" in her speech.
But they were both equally pleasant with me, and I would've gladly had either one as a girlfriend. Or just to go on a date, who am I kidding with this 'girlfriend' stuff? I get to their house, and just as I'm about to knock on the door, it opens and Candace comes bounding out, bundled up against the cold in a long coat. "Oh hi, Mark! I have to pick up my friend who's car broke down, sorry I can't chat. Byeeee!" I watch as she skips down the steps, but can't see any definition of that butt through the bulky coat. Sigh.
As I turn back to the door, there's Keisha in a long fluffy bathrobe, kind of chuckling: "Trying to get a peek at that booty, weren't you?" Keisha always seemed to be forward like that, much more so than Candace. As I reddened and tried to stammer out a denial she said, "It's alright, everybody does it, even the girls. We're all jealous of 'dat ass'." I just kind of laughed along with her and nodded. "Come in out of the cold and let's get you paid." "Candace was in such a hurry that she didn't set the money out this time, so hold on while I get my purse. And close the door, would you? It's really cold out tonight, isn't it?" With that she walked out of the living room and turned right down the hall that I guessed led to their bedrooms.
I'd seen Keisha in regular clothes before, as much as I'd seen Candace, and it was clear that she didn't have Candace's bum, but it was also clear that she was carrying a lot more up top. I never saw her in anything that revealed cleavage or that was even very tight, but you could tell there was a lot of mass to her chest. Now seeing her in her bathrobe, while it was modest, not too tight, and fully closed up to her neck, it did hug her curves more than other clothes I'd seen her in. And there were
definitely
curves in the chest area. As she walked away I studied her from behind; well specifically, I tried to study her
behind
. But there really wasn't much discernible. Maybe a bit of protrusion to the back, but she definitely didn't have the hips or booty that Candace has. Not that I minded, I was a breast man before Candace (and the Detroit ladies in general) converted me to a butt man, so either/or was good. Keisha was barefoot, and seeing the pink soles of her feet as she walked away was a turn-on, prompting a flashback to my fantasy about cumming on Candace's feet. (Am I a foot fetishist now? I don't think so, I think I just like all aspects of a pretty girl. A pretty
black
girl, to be specific.)
I had turned to face the front door, so as to not be seen snooping I guess, and was shaken out of my reverie by Keisha saying, "Here you go, sweetie." I turned and first saw her outstretched hand with some bills and a coupon in it, but then involuntarily followed the hand to the wrist, to the forearm, to the upper arm, to the silky smooth skin of her shoulder, all now bare because
Keisha had taken her robe off.
Past the shoulder I saw the neck, the collarbones, the flat wall of her upper chest, and then, ensconced in a black lacy bra stretched to bursting, the most magnificent breasts I'd ever seen in person (in hindsight, at least D cups). They were heaving slightly because even though she was being quite brazen, Keisha seemed to be almost as nervous as I was.
I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't look away, so I continued to gaze at her, studying every inch of her. Down over the mountain of her breasts to the toned stomach beneath, the top band of black panties that matched the bra, then down, and down, and down over long, slim legs that just seemed to keep going. Wow, her body was incredibly beautiful. Almost a dancer's build, a little thicker, but the same long, supple arms and legs. She was a bit shorter than Candace, so maybe 5' 9", and I'm guessing 120#, but she's the type of girl who's "all legs". Standing next to Candace, while she's shorter, her waist would be higher than Candace's because her legs were so incredibly long, and thus her torso commensurately shorter. Now stack those massive breasts on that thin frame and you've got what guys vulgarly call "tits on a stick."
"Mark, Mark? Do you want the money or not?" Giggling. "And here, let me take that pizza from you." We swap, and she takes the pizza over to the kitchen table, giving me a nice view of her butt. Not big, but quite shapely, and apparently quite firm, because it didn't jiggle much as she walked. If you've ever watched college girls' volleyball on TV, which are mostly white girls, it was a butt like that.
I'm still in a daze when Keisha comes back, saying, "I'm sorry, Mark, I don't know what I was thinking, exposing myself to you like this. I was going to say something lame about getting too hot in that fluffy robe, but it's just - well, Candace told me about the little show she put on for you last week and how she could 'see' it excited you, and I - I guess I felt a little jealous and wanted to show off my best asset to you. I mean, she's all ass, and I'm all tits, and maybe you prefer one over the other, but do you like what you see?"
I felt a little more emboldened than I usually would've been, both because of Candace's flirtation last Friday, plus all my fantasies of her, and meaning to ask her what that was about, and now Keisha doing the same thing. Plus her mentioning that Candace had 'noticed' my arousal, I said, indicating down at my crotch, "What do you think, girl?" I was wearing boxers today (not my normal tighty-whities), so my dick, with less to constrain it, was making quite a tent in my khakis. Not poking straight out, but up and out, and I was kind of proud to see the length and girth of it making itself known through my pants.
Keisha nodded and laughed, "Well if that's due to me, then I guess you DO like what you see!" We both laughed, and with money in hand I turned to go, thinking that like last week with Candace, this was the end of it, that these girls just got off on teasing the pizza delivery guy. I'd heard stories from some of the guys in the shop about things like this, girls who were exhibitionists. It was okay with me, I'd take what I could get and not do anything stupid. But as I was reaching for the doorknog I heard a tentative, "Mark...?" Turning back, I saw Keisha pulling the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, then kind of pushing the bra down, allowing more room for her breasts to hang down, and more skin to be exposed. "Do you
