The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)
Chapter 6
Tuesday, May 31, 1994
Through partially curtained windows the mid morning light dimly lit her bedroom. Wearing her bathrobe, she seated herself before her vanity and removed the towel from her hair, letting her long wavy locks fall and frame her pale visage. Uncapping a dark red lipstick, she leaned in closer to the vanity mirror, making an 'O' with her lips, and began to apply the pigment. She puckered and smooched, then chuckled her satisfaction.
Gorgeous. For hundreds of years, she'd always been gorgeous.
She rose, untied the rope at her waist and shrugged out of the robe, revealing creamy smooth skin. Glancing to her left, she caught her profile in her tall full-body mirror. She took in her figure: lithe and toned athletically, yet with no lack of lush feminine curve. Despite their enticing plumpness, her breasts sat high and shapely upon her chest, tipped with bold nipples. Her rear swelled out with a womanly roundness that well suited the proportions of her figure. Lowering her gaze to her cock, she turned to face the mirror and struck a sultry pose as she traced her hand down to cup its flaccid form. It, and the hairless sac below it, were in stack contradiction to any conventional ideals of womanly beauty. She slid her hand along the soft length, then let the sizable appendage drop to sway between her upper thighs.
She was expecting a phone call. Jessica had been away from her for one day and one night, going on another day now. She must have been in agony, desperate to spend another night with her.
"You give a girl a taste," she muttered as she slid her smooth legs into some black pantyhose, "and they're never the same..."
She pulled the lacy-trim up her thighs, then tucked her member inside the left leg. Settling back down onto the comfortable bench in front of her vanity, she chuckled again, though with an excitement that belied her usual confidence and steely grace.
"Such a special girl, that Jessica Hunt."
It had been centuries since Marla had felt such excitement for one of her partners. Granted, she wasn't quite ecstatic for the situation, but when one has lived as long as she, it's significant. It was because Jessica was so innocent. Eighteen years yet still so unspoiled. The all-girls orphanage where she stayed and attended classes had sheltered her from the evils of the world, and given her a sense of humility that was hard to find. And it was all so rare and unlikely, because Jessica was so. Damned. Beautiful. It made the experience, something she had been through many times already, seem new.
It was on the previous Sunday that, after cleaning up after themselves, they had crawled into her jacuzzi to lounge about and finish that bottle of wine. Only moments before Jessica had, in her moment of passion, admitted that she was essentially Marla's. She had spoke no more of it, preferring small talk, but from the look in her eyes, and the things they had done, it was obviously so, and would be so, until things had run their course. She'd spent the night, and early the next morning Marla drove the young lady back to her school to return her to her normal life.
To spend another day without Marla, in that lonesome dormitory full of jealous girls, would surely be torture.
As expected, moments later her antiqued telephone did indeed ring.
"Marla Dennis speaking."
"Marla, it's me."
"Hello, darling. How are you?"
"I'm okay. Listen, are you available?" From the tone of her voice, Jessica wasn't quite 'okay'. It could have been sadness or frustration at her lonesome surroundings... or it could have been desire.
"I'm sorry Jessica, but no, not at the very moment. Did you want to get together?"
"Yes... very much in fact."
"I can pick you up at five pm. Will that do?"
"Mhmm. Can you come any sooner, though?"
"I'm afraid not. You just sit tight, I'll be over as soon as I'm available. Five pm."
"Okay. Goodbye, Marla. See you soon."
"Goodbye Jessica."
The truth of the matter was that Marla could get her affairs in order long before then, but she wanted to make her wait just a little longer. A few hours wasn't too cruel. It was all a part of her game, to make Jessica really appreciate just how much she needed her.
It wasn't to say though that Marla wasn't likewise anticipating their meeting. In her mind's eye she recalled the girl, so slender and young yet utterly stacked, kneeling before her, astonished to behold the hidden gifts of an immortal goddess' body. It felt so good when Jessica took ahold of her cock, her hands and tongue soon learning exactly how to do what she wanted her to do with it. And from that moment Jessica was hers.
She shook her head, passing the thought to the back of her mind as she willed herself not to become aroused, her member having already fattened slightly within her sheer pantyhose. Now was not the time for that.
Chapter 7
Despite the rapidly warming weather Jessica had bundled herself up in a jacket, obscuring the clothes she wore, lest one of the other girls would see. Waiting outside for Marla to arrive at five pm on a weekday, she couldn't afford them knowing about the brand new clothes Marla had gifted her with. Not that she planned to be around any of them for much longer, but she didn't want to have any confrontations.
As it had been since the previous morning, when she had been brought her back to her school for her classes, Jessica's mind could only think of how amazing an experience she had had that Sunday night. She was bordering on obsession, dreaming of Marla's unbelievable body and all the things she wanted to do to with it. She was probably too big for there to be any more than oral and hand play, and that was an area of disappointment to her, but the mere thought of all the other things they could do and the tastes and smells of her enigmatic lover were more than enough for her to handle.
When finally Marla arrived, in full style with the top of her convertible down, Jessica took off her coat and tucked it beneath her arm, revealing the outfit she had chosen and the sumptuous display it provided: A white and black striped tank top clunging close to her torso, fitting her far better than her school uniforms ever would and revealing the curve and cleave of her overly plentiful bosom and lean belly. Upon the flare of her hips tiny daisy-duke jean shorts squeezed her rear. Marla took a moment to take in the flirty casual wear, her breath catching in her chest at the sudden onslaught of visual temptation as Jessica bounded over to the passenger side door and hopped in.
"Oh my... Jessica, you look adorable... and utterly delicious," she said as she reached over to stroke Jessica's naked thigh.
"Thank you," she replied as she buckled herself in, "and thanks for coming to get me today. I understand you must have been busy, but-"
Marla waved her hand, cutting Jessica off. "Think nothing of it. There's nothing I'd rather do than have the lovely Jessica to myself tonight."
***
Upon entering the apartment, Marla tossed her things onto a chair and then turned to face Jessica, who smiled and stepped closer to her, pleased to finally have the privacy to properly kiss her new love. Marla caught her and slid her hand into her lovely strawberry blonde locks, pressing their lips together in a smouldering embrace. Jessica couldn't help but softly moan as she tightly wrapped her arms around her and returned that kiss with all of the fiery passion that had built during their time apart. When finally their lips parted Marla started to make her way towards her bedroom.
"Make yourself at home. I'm just going to get out of these business clothes and slip into something more comfortable."
Jessica was in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water when Marla returned. She set her glass down on the kitchen counter and turned to a sight that left her speechless.
"Do you like it?" Marla asked, smiling playfully as she gave a theatrical spin. The loose fitting short sleeved belly top was made of very thin fabric, and it was obvious by the visible peaks of her nipples that she wore nothing beneath it. Below there was a flowing skirt of sheer material, trailing down to her ankles. Having nothing to hide from Jessica now, the silhouette of Marla's low hanging gifts could be easily seen through it, again due to a lack of underwear. Marla advanced toward her, perky unsupported bosom shuddering with each step until she could mute any response Jessica might offer by giving another kiss. It was brief, with just a hint of tongue.
"Yes... it looks... very comfortable," she replied breathily, lost for words.
Marla snickered softly. "I wasn't planning on having to leave the apartment any time soon. So I figured you wouldn't mind if I wore something that we could... you know... take off quickly."
"No, I don't mind at all. Though I think if we really make a habit of having me over like this, I'll need to start wearing something similar."
