"Wh- what was wrong with
her?"
Muren wondered aloud as she and Bess looked at the door George had just hurried out of without a word to either of them.
"I'd guess it was her tits," Bess replied when her mind had somewhat cleared. Reverend Muren, as it turned out, really knew how to lick pussy and had given her an intensely enjoyable orgasm. "But she didn't seem too upset about them a minute ago."
After a pause, Muren asked, "Shouldn't you go after her? I mean, I saw them in the boutique yesterday and there's no mistaking their, um... transformation. I mean, I'd be a little freaked out too."
"I suppose I should have," Bess agreed with a sigh as she dismounted Muren's wet face to sit on her thigh on the bed beside her. "But I wasn't exactly in any condition... Anyway, it's too late now."
"I suppose it is," Muren agreed, then asked, "What caused it anyway? What makes a woman's boobs just...
grow
like that? I mean, what in hell
is
going on in this crazy town?"
"No Idea," Bess replied, enjoying the sight of the older woman lying spread eagled on her back, turned on anew by the fact that she and George had just seduced a female priest.
Muren silently contemplated the ceiling for a few moments until her eyes closed, facial features straining slightly as the same fact came home to roost in her mind.
"My God, I... I just had lesbian sex with two teenagers. Oh my...
god!"
"You enjoyed it," Bess informed with an almost careless tone.
"Well... yes, but...
Oh my god!"
"Is your mind cleared up a little now? A little easier to think straight now that you've had a nice orgasm?"
"Yes, but..."
"You're a very beautiful woman, Candy," Bess told her.
Muren's head rolled to the side to regard her playmate with something akin to confused awe. Over the space of five seconds, while she took in the sight of Bess's admittedly divine young body, this expression changed to a sort of disbelieving smile as she shook her head.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just... I like you."
With a wider smile, Bess sincerely replied, "I like you too."
"Sooo... what do we do now?"
" ... Well," Bess thoughtfully decided, "there's something I've been wanting to check out. You may as well come along since George has... left."
After cleaning herself up, Muren chose a tight, knee length black skirt of shiny satin that rode her hips low enough to expose her black garter belt. This was a concession she'd made to Bess in order to be left alone about the skimpy white bra she wore under the matching, short sleeved blouse that buttoned up the back. It had the expected clerical collar, this one uncommonly high, but the bottom was short enough to cooperate with her skirt in showing off her garter belt. While embarrassed about this exposure, Muren was also excited and turned on by it, somewhat easily convinced by Bess that, since neither her pussy nor her breasts were showing, the outfit was actually very decent and that she shouldn't worry overly much about it.
During a quick visit to Suite 408, Bess's choice of apparel was a backless, long sleeved, white sleeve dress, the hem of which only covered her pink thong by a few inches. So tight and thin, it left little to the imagination, its tiny straps supporting a minimal bodice that barely covered her nipples.
"Bess, Um... I can pretty much see right through that."
"Oh, can you?" Bess asked with a coy smile as she slipped on a pair of white pumps that made Muren's four inch heels look modest.
"Where did you say we were going?" Muren asked with a suspicious smile.
"Just a little something I've been wanting to look into. Don't worry."
"But... you look like a total whore."
"Mmm. Say that again."
Muren only beheld the young blonde with a disbelieving expression as she headed for the door. Despite this, she could understand Bess's enjoyment of such an outfit and, since coming to Cinder Bay, even her enjoyment of being told she looked like a whore. But that didn't make such a naughty outfit proper, nor did it make such an attitude less dangerous to such a beautiful young girl's reputation. Nevertheless...
"Bess, you look like a total whore," Muren gamely repeated, her suspicious little smile becoming one of tolerance.
"Why, thank you, Reverend Muren. You look like a horny little slut."
Muren's smile grew with Bess's as the blonde turned for the door. If nothing else, just the way she looked from behind while walking in those shoes was enough to destroy the girl's reputation forever, along with any female willing to be seen out in public with her, but Muren found herself following her out the door anyway. There was something about the young blonde, a kind of self-assured confidence that was as attractive as it was dangerous. It was something like a quality that some girls Muren had known in school had owned, a quality she'd envied while telling herself that Godly girls had no use for such confidence anyway. Now here it was all over again with Bess, a teenager who actually liked her, who was willing to be friends with her. It seemed foolish, but it made her feel young again, part of a crowd she'd always been on the outside of, and she found it very hard to resist.
The thick, damp fog and light drizzle outside came as quite a surprise to them both. The weather had been so nice since they'd arrived that it almost seemed as though the town owned a right to sunshine and warmth, but the chilly darkness that surrounded them effectively shattered that illusion. From within the dim, orangey light of the overhead sodium streetlight, the front of the Faldor Hotel and its dirt yard seemed to be the only thing existing in the universe. It was only once the two wandered from its perimeter that a few other barely discernable points of light emerged from the fog. Amidst the darkness, however, there was no context by which to tell how big or far these lights were. From Bess and Candace's reckoning, they could have been lit doorbell buttons at one hundred yards or small cities seen from miles away.
"We can't even see where we're going," complained Muren.
"That's alright," Bess assured, the sound of her heels on the chip seal the only thing telling them that they were even on the road. "I know where I'm going. A couple of guys at the jailhouse told me about this place."