Note to the Readers: Some sections of this series involve situations of incest. If this subject is not to your liking, please don't read the entire novel. Situations vary from chapter to chapter, so enter at your own risk. Thanks for the notes & support!
Now that Sabrina was part of her past and "Bree" was the future, she thought long and hard about the things she wanted. Her life had been decided for her up to that point, but the new Bree was going to make her own choices.
Bree had lovers, she had a nice new job, she enjoyed the place she was living. She came and went as she pleased, she had a willing and adept bedmate, she had money in the bank. The sex - hell, the hot & wild fucking - was terrific. But she wasn't 100% satisfied as yet.
There was a part of her who longed for familiarity, however. So she got on the phone and called Heather. She missed her best friend and wanted to share her new life with the person who made her happiest in her old life.
Heather was overjoyed to hear from her best friend and the two girls made plans to meet for lunch. Bree knew that it would be like no lunch her friend had ever enjoyed. She intended to make it one of the most memorable meals Heather'd ever had.
The day of the lunch, Bree dressed to kill. She wore her new black stilettos, stockings with garters. Her top was sheer, gauzy and black. The tight leather mini she wore hugged her like a second skin. She wondered if Heather had ever thought of her sexually - if not, she was damned sure she would now!
The restaurant the girls met at was very informal, casual. Bree barely thought of what she was eating - all she could think of was getting her friend into bed and turning her into her newest playmate. She wanted to think of who she'd be eating instead.
Heather wasn't helping matters much either. The scrumptious little redhead was wearing a snug green dress that ended above her knees - wayyyy above - and knowing Heather, she doubted if she was wearing much underwear. Her legs were rocking back and forth as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. There was a sparkle in her friend's blue-green eyes and her voice was animated as she spoke.
"Mannn, Sabrina, you sure have changed! It's a nice change, don't get me wrong - but wow, you knocked me for a loop!" her friend intoned. "It's, like, you came from a parallel universe or something!"
"First of all Heather hun, it's Bree now ..." Bree told her "... and second, well, it was about fucking time I changed! I love it here - the people are nice, there's lots to do and people to fuck!"
Heather just about choked on her drink. Laughing, she said " I don't think I've ever heard you use that word, and knowing you actually enjoyed it - well, good for you hun! About damn time!" Heather clinked her glass with Bree's in a mock toast.
The girls finished their meal and Bree and Heather went shopping. Bree left her friend for a few minutes, saying there was an errand she wanted to do and promised to meet her in about 30 minutes.
If Heather knew the surprise Bree had in store for her, she'd have fainted. She ran to the store, made her pre-arranged purchases and met up with Heather at the appointed time.
Heading back to her home, truly naughty thoughts were running through Bree's mind. Heather was about to get her world rocked!
Bree showed her friend her new home, her friend was suitably impressed. "You should see my bedroom hon!" Bree said, barely able to keep the lust out of her voice.
The two young women headed up the stairs, Bree could feel Heather's eyes on her swaying little ass. "Good!" Bree thought lustily, "she noticed!" She giggled to herself, there was soon going to be much more to see.
Heather was impressed by Bree's lavish new digs and told her so. "Hang on hun - wait'll you see the surprise I have for you!"
She went into the bathroom, trembling from excitement and a little bit of nerves. "I am really going to do this!" she thought. She emerged from the bathroom and Heather's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Bree was in a light blue teddy, with sheer blue lace at the sides and breasts and satin everywhere else. It hugged her tight, her blonde hair was wild and tousled. She'd been tanning a lot lately and left her legs bare, but wore a truly trashy pair of clear, plastic "fuck me" pumps. She walked over to Heather, who stared admiringly.
"Wow!" was all that Heather could manage to say. "That is sensational, who is that outfit for?"