"But she saw me, doing myself with a crystal dildo, spread out on the desk, screaming and slobbering and pumping myself," I thought to myself, "what if..."
So, 'what if' indeed. Kathy has the crystal. Maybe I can go over there, and catch her at it. She must be horny as a hoot owl, after watching me.
So, I went back to the bathroom, took a long shower, dried off, fixed myself up, and put on...what. Ye Gods, most of this crap is b-o-r-i-n-g. The sweaters were drab, warm, practical, the blouses were cover-ups, the jeans were old. What was I thinking about over the years, when I got this stuff. No wonder Tye had an affair (one quick weekend). I've been living, been dressing, thinkin' like a secular nun.
It took about a half-second's thought to change some of that. I grabbed the tightest pair of jeans I had...no, cancel that, let's get the loosest, oldest pair. Five quick minutes with the big sewing shears, and they were cut-offs, on the diagonal from crotch to hip. I pulled out on the fabric until there were fringes. You could see my fur through the edges on front. Great! Panties...I didn't have a single one that looked decent, leave them off... I remembered an old joke that somehow took on delightful meaning. What's indecent mean? Well, if it's in hard, an' it's in long, an' it's in slippery, why then it's in decent!
Next an accessory belt with a big, heavy buckle. Then a bikini top, from the suit that Tye'd gotten me years ago, and I'd never worn, because it was too skimpy. Oops, it was too small, I was spilling out of it all around. "Tough shit," I thought, "looks like I've grown after all."
I took 6 steps toward the door, and felt the cut-offs start to slither off my hips. "Can't have that," I considered wickedly, as I cinched in the belt a couple of notches. But, looking down, I could see my fur peeking back, as the belt buckle pulled the denim material away from my belly. Especially since I only zipped then up about half way.
All, RIGHT, let's go over and get that 'valuable crystal antique' back.
Going by the front door, I saw Tye, snoring softly on the couch where I'd been. Poor fucked-out guy, and I'm just getting going. I tiptoed over, gently picked up his hand, and slowly stuffed in down the front of his pants, curling the fingers around his own limp dick. The thought came, "I'd like to watch him beat his meat...and then squirt his hot spurting jism all over me." Then I raced out the front door.
I took the long way over to Kathy's, around the house, letting the sun beat down on my damp skin, on the exposed flesh around my boobs, even down the front of my pants. Boy, was SHE gonna get a surprise when I showed up. Up the stairs and rang the bell, then hand on hip, and grin on face, loosen the belt to its original position (I could keep one hand on my belt until I sat down). Looking down, I could just see my knee and thigh, down past my fur.
Kathy's voice came from inside, "come on in, it's open." "Just like that tease slut," I thought crazily, adding, "that's from one nearly naked slut to another." I swayed inside, turned the corner to the living room, and...
Stopped dead!
There she was, coffee, cakes, wine, cheese and a couple of plates all laid out. There she was, in a transparent french-cut blouse, open down to THERE, and a micro-mini skirt, and black hose, and my crystal dildo on the table next to the food. An' a black bra under that see-through blouse, something odd about it...
Out-maneuvered again!
But, I kept at it. Kathy patted the couch next to her. So, using My eyes, and measuring distance, I took my hand off my hip and swayed toward the indicated seat. The cut-offs slithered a bit lower with each step. I just got there: another step and there would have been pants around my knees.
We munched in mostly silence, eyes on each other, maybe a little wary, but not so much as the months before. From where she was sitting, I could see her eyes sneaking toward my fur, and then away. And my damned nips...didn't I have any privacy? Out they stood, at least a 1/2" from my boobettes, outlined through the material. Kathy stared at those, too.
"You mean," I re-thought at last, "I've got assets she likes?" Imaginary arm and fist straight in the air. YEAH!
It took some little while, but eventually Kathy told me just how long she been watching, which was just about from my first scream. Let's see, that was about the 23rd crystal pump, after Tye'd gone down on me. She said she masturbated while we were going at it. What about Tye? The word processor screen was right next to me, and, according to her, I damn near kicked it over with my flailing leg. He must have seen her reflection in the screen. At least he wasn't much startled when I passed out again, and he turned around.
"So he gestured, and I came over. Then he took your top and I took your legs, and we carried you over to the couch. Boy, he's a horny one. Do you know it was him that made sure the dildo was still sticking out of you, and that your leg was arranged, hooked over the back of the couch?"
Oh, no, I'll get that bastard...
She continued, "yeah, but he only went down on you. He got me out in the hall, and backed me up to the front entrance table. I thought, 'oops, rape time,' but all he did was shove his hand into my top--I liked that--and felt me, while he stroked himself off. He couldn't have pumped himself more than 15 or 20 times, and he shot his wad out...right into the front hall planter. Then he told me to wait until you woke--you were starting to moan--and he flopped down in his chair. I think he was asleep in 10 seconds."
In my front hall planter? In the flowers? Oooh, I'll get that man, if it takes me... "Rape time," I questioned?
Kathy looked serious, straightened, and said, straight out, "Chaz, if he'd tried to stick it in me, I'd have done it right there, in the hall of your house. Hell, I'd have done it under a neon sign arrow, saying FUCK THIS SLUT, downtown in the park, with everyone watching. But all he did was pull pud. I've wanted to get inside..." She stopped, looking away.
"You wanna get in to Tye's pants, do you," I half asked? "Well, let's see what develops, but you know, he's pretty shy about some things, and we'll have to sort of sneak up on it." I couldn't believe it, here I was, talking over ways to get my new best friend (!) to fuck my husband, without his arranging it first...
Boy, oh boy, little miss 'Anything' was on a roll.
While we talked, I couldn't keep my eyes off her boobs. Yeah, I was a woman, and so was she, but...they were so good looking. Especially in that see-thru outfit. Suddenly I was jealous. I wanted one like it. My boobettes would bounce and fill it just as well.
Following the direction of my glance, Kathy suddenly asked, "ya' wanna see?" Without waiting for an answer, she flipped open the two buttons at the bottom of the sheer material, and pulled the material back, off her shoulders. It fell to her bent elbows, which trapped it there. She couldn't move her arms without straightening them.
It also pulled her shoulders back, not that she needed it. Now I could see her bra, supporting the weight of her breasts. Black, with lace, it held up their weight, but it had no cups! Wow! (I wanted one, instantly.) Her breasts were smooth, the nipples pale against her white skin, stiff and hard--"but not anywhere near as stiff and protruding as mine," I thought proudly.
I worked the front closure of my bikini top. Chaz probably bought it for that reason, 'cause it had a one-pull release. Jerk on the little pin, and, boinnng, the top comes apart. Except in this case, when it literally flew apart. Where did all the firmer breast-flesh come from? I proudly displayed smooth, pointed B-cup boobettes, dark-tipped, with nipples that stuck out «" from the flesh. Could it be all that happy tit-sucking and feeling, all that sucking and fucking and exposing and posing?
I stared hard at Kathy's assets. She looked at mine. She wet her lips, but I could see she was blushing. We looked at each other, both blushing like crazy.
"I like your boobs," I ventured.
"I like your, and your nipples," she replied.
