Article 108607 of alt.sex.stories: From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org Subject: THC Archive: FAVOR.TXT Date: Tue, 21 Nov 95 08:46:16 -0800 The Favor David nervously banged on the door of his apartment 235, the dwelling of his neighbor and casual friend, Anita Dobbson. Every few seconds, he glanced at his watch, drumming his fingers on the door frame and feeling generally antsy. "David," came the warm, puzzled response as Anita opened the door. She was curious not only as to his nervous manner, but also regarding the fact that it was after eight in the evening, and he was wearing a 3-piece business suit. "What can I do for you?" "Anita, you're going to think I'm a bastard, and I am prone to agree, but I need a favor from you, and it's like life and death." "What's wrong?" she asked, brushing her medium-length brown hair away from her pretty, petite face. "It's like this. There's this big, big project that's been going on at work, and the first big part of it absolutely do-or-die has to be ready first thing in the morning. A buddy of mine at work has been doing most of the work on it, and he was going to bring some disks by my place later tonight, so I can put in the mods that I need to put in. "Of course, that sounds too easy. I just got a phone call from my boss, and she's having dinner with the clients, and I have to be there as her toady, so I can answer technical questions for the people. Of course, this means I can't be around to get the disks I need from Kevin, so I sort of told Kevin that he could leave them with you." "Damn it, David," Anita sighed, sounding more annoyed than actually angry. "I was going out tonight to see a band I really like. I understand it's an important thing for you, and I don't mind missing the show to help a friend, but it's really damned rude for you to do this sort of thing without asking me about it first." "Oh God, Anita, thank you so much. I know I'm being awful about this, but I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to get ready for dinner, and I'm just trying to get all of this taken care of. I am so indebted to you that it's not even funny." "I certainly hope so," Anita joked. "I have just the thing in mind, too. I won't hold you up right now, since you're obviously in a hurry, but could you stop by my apartment tomorrow morning before work?" "Certainly. Thank you so much, and I have to run, and you are such a wonderful person." As David hustled down the hall to meet his dinner engagement, Anita nodded her head and let out an exasperated sigh. * * * The next morning, Anita opened the door to greet a neatly groomed, albeit bleary-eyed, David. It was obvious he had had a long night finishing his project, but his eyes still seemed to light up, almost imperceptibly, when they gazed upon Anita in her short yellow silk kimono, which covered only about a third of her thighs. As she raised a coffee cup to her lips (upon which was emblazoned "My sister went to the gift shop and all I got was this crummy mug"), David politely tried to ignore the matching yellow lace bra which was visible through the loosely tied Kimono. "Please, come in," she invited. "Would you like some coffee?" "No thanks," he answered politely. "I'm quite partial to Mountain Dew in the morning, and I've got one in my briefcase for the drive to work." "Okay," she answered, with an expectant half-smile, as if waiting for him to say something. "And, uh, I don't mean to be rude, but I can only stay for a few minutes. I've got to get to work." "That's fine. I just need to show you something. Come on." She turned her back and lead David to her bedroom at the far end of the apartment, wordlessly opening the top drawer of her wide oak dresser and inviting David to inspect the contents. He was unsure to react when he peered into the drawer, only to discover it was filled with all manner of lingerie. "Pick a pair you like," she invited calmly, running her fingers across a stack of silk panties. Nervously, David inspected the various items in the drawer, trying to refrain from looking either nervous or aroused. Anita managed a perfectly calm air, peering over David's shoulder, caressing his shoulders and back lightly with one hand. David was positively speechless! Anita was supposed to be _mad_ at him! He paused for a moment over a pair of black, lace see- through panties with a thong back, but then continued his inspection. There was no question that he was interested in the task put before him, but he wanted to refrain from seeming too overbearing or zealous. He finally settled on a pair of bikini- cut pink satin panties with slight ornamental ruffles, and a heart pattern tastefully embroidered upon the front. He wordlessly presented them for Anita's inspection. "Not a bad choice," she remarked, taking the garment from David and caressing her cheek with it. "And do you know what we're going to do with these?", she asked slowly and seductively, using her free hand to reach behind David and touch his inner thigh. "I have some ideas, but you've been supremely successful thus far in surprising me, so I won't try to second-guess you." "Okay," she instructed, tracing her long-fingered hands across David's face, "now this is very simple on your part. Just close your eyes, and you'll have a nice little surprise." She narrowed her own long-lashed eyes to a sexy slit as she spoke, tantalizingly enunciating each syllable. Eagerly, David followed Anita's instructions, and immediately she began removing his suit jacket, followed by his tie. As his shirt buttons were slowly undone, Anita's bare leg lightly brushed against his calf, sending a warm electric tingle all through his body. When his shirt was removed, and after Anita had paused a moment to run her fingers across the moderate amounts of hair on David's chest, she began to unbuckle her neighbor's belt and undo his zipper. His nervousness and surprise had kept David from developing an erection previous to this, but the moment Anita's long-nailed fingers began lightly massaging his crotch, the well of blood caused an enormous protrusion to develop in seconds. "I take it you like the surprise thus far," Anita commented rhetorically. David responded with naught but a barely audible moan and an enthusiastic nod. "Don't worry, it gets better." Anita pulled down David's slacks and jockey shorts with one smooth motion, allowing his now rock-hard member to spring free into the air. Oh hell, David thought, I'm going to be late for work, and the boss is going to chew me out until my head spins, and I don't even care. Anita fell to her knees and undid David's shoes and socks before removing his pants, accompanying this action with a sensual tickle to the sole of each foot. When she had him standing completely naked, she spent a few seconds casually caressing his bare flesh, walking about him to study all angles. "Now," she instructed, cradling her chin in one hand, as if deep in thought, "please raise one of your feet a few inches off the ground." David's eyes were still closed, but he unhesitatingly complied, anxious to find out what was to come next. He felt his ankle loosely wrapped with a cool, soft fabric. "And now the other leg," Anita instructed. He soon felt a similar sensation about his other leg. Much to disdain, David realized what was going on, but decided to play along and keep his eyes closed as Anita pulled this mysterious fabric up around her friend's waist. "You can open your eyes now," Anita announced, after some fifteen seconds of nervous silence. David looked down, and with embarrassment, realized he had been dressed in his neighbor's frilly pink panties. Even worse, he realized that she held in her hands a small Instamatic camera, and wore the smuggest grin on her face that David had ever seen in his life. * * * "Now it's not what you think," Anita announced, raising a finger to interrupt David's impending outburst. "I'm not going to risk being brought up on blackmail charges. You're my friend, and what I have in mind is a lot more fun." Somehow, this worried David even more. "Now you're going to get dressed and go off to work like a good boy," she explained more warmly, pressing her petite body against David's torso, playing with his hair as she spoke, "and you'll have allllll day to think about how it feels to be wearing such a lovely, feminine pair of lacy, ruffled panties." The soft, syrupy voice which described these things made David's predicament sound almost desirable; this was unquestionably a different Anita then the one David knew from bumping into in the halls, and swapping joes with at the cocktail parties and barbecues he occasionally hosted. "And if you'd like", Anita commented, "you can brag to all of your friends that you're wearing sexier panties than _any_ of them, and you can even show them off. But don't you _dare_ tell them where you got them," she chided, with a playful swat to David's bottom, "or they'll all come banging on my door." Although David felt foolish and humiliated, he couldn't help but admit there _was_ an element of excitement present, and the panties looked odd indeed with the raging bulge of his erection. "Now," Anita continued, absentmindedly stroking his member through the soft satin, "we have a couple of other points to get settled, and then I'll send you on your way. Question: you mentioned last night that your boss is female. How do you usually address her?" "Depending on her mood, 'Mrs. Compton', or simply 'Lynn'." David was puzzled by his friend's question. "No, far too informal." After another quick swat to David's behind, Anita stood before him, caressing herself lightly, bending one leg and bringing the pointed toe to rest seductively to rest upon her other bare knee. "When you look at me, what do you see?" She used her best femme-fatale voice, lightly cupping her small, firm breasts. "'Master', or 'Mistress'?" David jumped in surprise at the question. "Um, you look every inch the 'Mistress' to me!" "Right answer, but it's Master from now on! Is that understood?" Her firm voice fought off a smirk, and David complied as he accepted the hand which Anita stretched out for him to kiss. "And if I'm 'Master', then you are?" Anita was having so much fun that it was next to impossible to suppress her giggles and stay in character. "Uh, 'slave'?" "Very good, SLAVE", she barked, feeling a particularly thrilling tingle in her crotch, which David secretly shared. He had always been intrigued by this sort of scenario, but had had no previous experience outside of cliche handcuffed-to-the-bed games. Anita, although having been involved in such play on one occasion, was all the same a relative novice, although one who was adapting to her role with natural ease. "Now, slave, you need to be given your instructions. After work this evening, you will return directly to this apartment. You will not enter your own for any reason. You get home about an hour before me, and in that time, you will do the following: you will strip down to your panties, first of all. Hang up your clothes in my closet if you don't want them wrinkled. Then, you will start dinner." As David began to speak, he was interrupted by Anita's next sentence. "And don't speak without permission! As for dinner, I will leave it up to you to decide what to cook, but it had _better_ please your Master" This was accompanied with a stern gaze and wagging finger. "In the kitchen cabinet, you will find a silver tray. While dinner is cooking, you will retrieve this tray, and place upon it a bottle of skin lotion, the hairbrush which is on my bathroom sink, and a chilled crystal glass of white wine. You will find the wine in the refrigerator. The porcelain bowl under the bathroom sink will be filled with warm water and placed at the foot of my lounge chair. When I return home at 6:30, you will greet me at the door on bended knees. The wine had better be chilled, and the water warm. Anything else is unacceptable. Is that all understood?" "Yes, Master," David replied with a nod of his head, as turned on as Anita by playing in character. His mind was so overwhelmed by his current situation that he wasn't certain if he had remembered everything perfectly, but he would certainly do his best to please his Master. "Very good, slave." Anita dragged out this word as a most tantalizing punctuation, deliciously enunciating each letter. "Now, before you may dress, you must get down on your knees and bow gratefully to your Master." Without hesitation, David dropped to a kneeling position and prostrated himself before Anita. The movement caused his unique undergarment to twist and caress him in a manner which took him a hair's breath away from orgasm then and there. When he arose from his deep, subservient bow, Anita grabbed him lightly by his hair, pulled him to his feet, and kissed him deeply and hungrily on the lips, thrusting her sweet tongue into his mouth. "Now," she instructed, sounded most flustered after breaking a minute-long kiss, "my slave must dress himself and get off to work." Anita had to get ready herself, and knew that if things between them continued for a moment more, work simply would not happen for either of them. Three minutes later, David hurried out the door, giving his friend a quick kiss goodbye, still utterly disbelieving the situation he had fallen into. At quarter after six that night, David was hurriedly running around his neighbor's kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti he was preparing. He had spent all morning worrying about what to cook for Anita, genuinely wanting to impress her, until he had remembered how much she raved about the spaghetti he concocted at his last dinner party. Of course, he had to cut some corners on the sauce in order to have the package ready to present by the time Anita arrived home, but he was making an effort to do his absolute best; he had been able to slip out of work half an hour early, and used the time to stop by the grocery, arming himself with fresh garlic, onions, and sausage for the sauce. His embarrassment over his apparel had faded, although he allowed himself a good chuckle every time he walked past a mirror, and felt positively absurd trying to toss a salad while clad in pink women's undergarments. At least, David thought, she spared me the bra. David noticed it was almost half past the hour, and made a detour to pour his Master's wine and fill the porcelain bowl with hot water. She had made an explicit note as to the temperature of these items, and David didn't intend to disappoint. As soon as he had finished with the latter item, his pulse quickened as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door. Making a final survey to be certain everything was in order, he rushed to the entrance of the apartment and fell to his knees in anticipation. "Welcome home, Master," he offered with a servile bow of his head, as Anita entered the door. "Thank you, slave. Light some candles and turn off the main light." Anita ran her fingers absentmindedly through David's hair as she passed him, placed her purse on the floor, and sat in the large chair on the far side of the room. "Now, come hither!" she joked after he had adjusted the lighting to her satisfaction, clapping her hands and summoning David to her side. He crawled across the room, taking his place at her knee. "My feet are tired, slave, and after I soak them, they are to be massaged to my satisfaction." "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." "Now. Remove my shoes and stockings so it may be done." David undid his Master's sling-backed shoes, and kissed each stockinged foot as he removed them; the way her toes curled in response told him that he was not being unduly forward in such a gesture. Looking up a couple of feet, David saw Anita pulling up her skirt to almost her waist, giving access to the garters at the top of her stockings. He noticed quite clearly that she was wearing the ultra-revealing black thong panties which he had lingered over that morning. What he had not seen that morning was the sizeable quantity of pubic hair visible around the edges of the garment. "I saw you drooling over them," she commented, almost as if reading his mind, "and I have to say I'm just a little bit disappointed you didn't go ahead and pick them. But," she commented casually, "there's always next time." He suppressed both a grin and a shudder at the thought. Reaching up to unhook the stockings, he slowly rolled them off her legs, caressing every inch of her supple limb in the process. When they were completely off, he slid the large bowl of in front of Anita's chair and presented her feet to the warm water. "Ah, that's wonderful," she cooed, closing her eyes. "Now, slave, you may brush my hair while I relax." David wordlessly rose to his feet, took the hairbrush from the nearby silver tray, and began stroking Anita's soft hair with it. Her hair may have not been long enough for maximum sensation, but it felt wonderful to run his fingers through, and the scent of shampoo from the morning still barely lingered. For a full ten minutes, David warmly brushed every inch of hair on his Master's head, occasionally pausing to kiss a fold of it, or run it softly against his cheek. "So, slave," Anita at last interrupted. "With what food have you decided to pay me tribute?" "Spaghetti, oh Master." "Very good, slave. Anything else?" Anita took a sip of her wine as she awaited a reply. "There is a salad in the refrigerator, Master, if it would please you." "Very good. Fetch it, and you may give me foot massage while I eat." Her slave quickly obeyed. On the one hand, David was being driven mad in that he had not gotten the slightest relief of his tensions since Anita had arrived home. On the other hand, the slow, gradual progression was utterly exhilarating. Returning from the kitchen with a wooden bowl, he fell to his knees again and offered it to Anita. "It is wonderful to have a slave who can cook, as well as performing other duties," she joked, tasting a bite of the tossed salad. "Those who have claimed a woman's role is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, are quite backwards indeed. Does my slave agree?" "He is dutifully barefoot," David joked. Reminded by the reference, Anita removed her toes from their soak and presented them to her slave. "You may rub my feet with lotion, slave, and if I am pleased, you will be permitted to massage my legs." After drying Anita's feet, David apprehended the bottle of skin lotion from his side, poured some of the cream onto his hand, and rubbed a generous amount into each foot, slathering it firmly into each sole and heel, and gently stroking and pulling upon each long, lubricated toe. Anita's contented dining was interrupted only by occasional soft, spontaneous moans, particularly when David applied a firm squeeze to either instep. "You have proven yourself most able to serve your Master's feet," Anita announced after perhaps fifteen minutes, "and you now are to offer your talents to my legs, after you bring me a plate of spaghetti." David hurriedly carried Anita's empty salad bowl to the kitchen, replacing it with a dish of hot pasta. Garnishing it with a dash of salt and parmesan, he presented it to her with a humble bow, and resumed his place beneath her. "Very good, slave!" she announced, sounding genuinely pleased as she sampled a bite. "And now, my legs await!" She placed one limb upon David's bare shoulder, accompanied by a long, agonizing brush of her ankle against his face. "For now though," she instructed, "you are not to touch me above the knee. Is that understood?" "I obey, Master." David found he was not disheartened in the least by the limitation, particularly since it came along with the clause "for now." He rubbed another generous handful of lotion between his palms, and set to work rubbing it into her smooth, sexy legs, in long, slow strokes. For many minutes he labored thusly, stroking each inch of flesh many, many times, and covering each bit of territory from knee to toe with multitudinous kisses and licks. "That is enough, slave," Anita instructed, some time after she had finished her dinner. "Your next command is to put my plate in the dishwasher, and fetch me another glass of wine in the process. You will then go in my bedroom and bring me the beige plastic case from atop my vanity. "I hear and obey, Master," David replied dramatically, following Anita's instructions. When he had returned, carrying a mysterious plastic box some 8" on a side, he was most surprised; Anita had slipped out of her outfit so that she wore only the delicious black panties David had gazed upon before; her gorgeous breasts were bared, smallish but esthetically perfect, and the tantalizing thong lingerie added a spice to Anita's appearance which would not have been possible with had she been "merely" naked. She leaned against the arm of the stuffed chair, running her hands lightly across her thighs, and as David approached, she resumed her seat. "Give me the box and kneel between my legs." Anita's commands were less relaxed than before, and her more excited tone brought a surging rush to David's body; where he had relaxed into a warm, comfortable sea of bliss over the past hour or so, he now found himself pumping with adrenaline, feeling every bit as aroused as he had that morning. Without hesitation, he obeyed Anita's orders. "Now, slave," she explained carefully, using one hand to tenderly caress his cheek, "I have already expressed my pleasure with the way your firm body is complemented by a dainty, womanly panty. Your physique adds something to the garment that my body never could." Both of them suppressed a giggle. "However, you really can't be a proper slave so long as there remains even a single drop of silly macho-grunting blood pulsing through your veins." David enjoyed Anita's playful admonishing, although he regarded the direction things were moving in with a combination of excitement and dread. "Now sit perfectly still, and Master will give her slave an extra special treat." David knew he was in trouble when his friend opened the hinge of the box in her lap and withdrew a small palette of eyeshadow. Some time later, David should have felt utterly humiliated; he had been given a very thorough make-up job, from eyeliner to lipstick. However, it felt wonderful having his face cradled in Anita's lap, and all things considered, it wasn't markedly worse than anything else he had been through in the course of their little adventure. Anita had barely put the finishing touches on David's eyeshadow when a knock came at the door. David, in his current appearance, fought off a panic, but Anita remained calm. "Answer the door, slave. That will be my guest." David tried to fight off an outburst, but when he looked into Anita's eyes and smug smile, he thought twice. After all, though she _had_ put him through an interesting experience, it had been rather enjoyable and unique, all things considered. He decided to retain his trust in Anita. Aware of his blushing, he moped across the room and prepared to open the door. "On your knees, slave." With a sigh, David resigned defeat, knelt, and opened the door. Standing in the hallway was a lovely woman with oriental features, dressed in a light blouse and a moderately tight skirt which came an inch above the knee. Her legs were otherwise bare, and were punctuated with high-heeled strapless sandals through which were visible her coral pink toenails; her ringed fingers bore identical polish. She had hair a shade or two darker than Anita's, styled into shoulder length "swoop", with one eye covered by a fold of hair. "You must be Anita's slave. She has told me so much about you." The woman's words sounded a bit staged, but her voice was friendly and good natured, and David relaxed the slightest bit; he was still terribly humiliated, but a tiny bit relieved that this lovely woman was in on the game. "Slave," Anita announced, "this is my friend Joan. You are to address her as Miss Hill, and obey her as you obey me. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master," David confirmed after a moment's hesitation. Anita was remarkably talented at throwing in a random element whenever he began to feel comfortable with his environment. "Joan, do you mind being addressed as 'Miss Hill'?" "Not at all." "Are you hungry or thirsty?" Joan indicated a slight desire for something to eat. Anita was ready to send David off to get her friend a plate of food, when she had another idea. "Slave! You will bring me the large blanket on the bottom shelf of the hall closet. Then fill a dish with spaghetti sauce and bring it to me. David's first reaction upon returning with the first item was that he should be sent on errands down the hall more frequently. Anita had removed her panties, and her friend was just removing her blouse and bra, revealing a pair of breasts significantly larger than Anita's, and with their own unique beauty; they were crowned with a pair of pinkish-brown nipples and huge areoles. David deposited the blanket at his Master's feet and quickly returned with the other requested item. By this time, Anita had unfolded the blanket to cover a significant portion of the living room floor, and lay sprawled out upon it in all of her grandeur. Joan knelt behind her head, lightly kneading her shoulders. "Now," Anita announced to David, "my friend here needs something to satiate her hunger. And you, slave, have served me dinner humbly and properly, requesting nothing for yourself, and you deserve a reward." Anita seized the bowl of sauce from David and poured several ounces of the warm substance onto her bare stomach. "Now get to work, both of you. And slave! I warn you most direly to strip full naked before you take a single lick. You do not want to incur my wrath if anything gets on those panties." The two of them shared a smile, and David, with great relief, shed the undergarments he had dutifully worn all day. He and Joan both set to work sensuously lapping at the warm sauce which quickly spread all the way from Anita's breasts to her mons venus; the delicious substance tended to migrate of its own free will, and Joan occasionally poured a quantity of the stuff onto Anita's body. Within moments, all three were a gooey mess from head to toe, but this only seemed to make things more intense; with such formalities as tidiness out of the way, David and Joan were free to indulge in a chaotic tomato-sauce orgy, all upon the battlefield of blissfully writhing Anita, who added to the entropy by periodically grabbing one of those attending to her by the hair and gently grinding her body into their eager faces. As Joan delivered a long, sloppy french kiss to Anita's navel, David moved upwards and plunged into a deep mouth-to-mouth kiss, using one hand to caress Anita's belly, and firmly playing with her stiff nipple with the other. Joan's belly-kissing continued in earnest as she maneuvered her hands between Anita's legs, simultaneously massaging her wet, throbbing clitoris and pumping in and out of her vulva furiously with two fingers of the other hand. In a manner of seconds, Anita was moaning animalistically, and instinctively pushed David away so as to release a shrill gasping sigh of ecstasy. "I want you in my mouth!" Anita demanded of David, seconds later, once she had caught her breath. He positioned himself so as to straddle her head, and eagerly lowered his stiff cock between her lips. Her sucking motions were erratic, but that was to be expected, Joan continued her adept fingering, and had moved her mouth upwards to suck and nibble upon Anita's pert, beautiful bosom. David, likewise, was in no place to require excessive stimulation; within a matter of seconds he released himself violently in Anita's mouth, producing a deafening roar of chaotic ecstasy which lasted nearly half a minute. Anita exploded at the exact same moment, set off by the thrilling sensation of David's hot orgasm shooting into her. By the time the two of them had come back to earth, they were aware of Joan's passionate moaning; one of her hands had abandoned its skillful treatment of Anita's labia and was not hard at work servicing Joan's own womanhood. Anita scooted herself to the other end of the blanket, maneuvered herself behind Joan, and reached around to play with her friend's breasts. David, meanwhile, positioned himself between Joan's legs, assisting in the manual stimulation of her vaginal lips, accompanied by frenzied kissing and licking of her clitoris. It was not long until Joan experienced a thunderous orgasm equal in magnitude to those her two partners had underwent. Her head thrashed wildly about, her legs clamped tightly as a vice around David's head as she thrust her pelvis into him madly. All three were of the conviction that this torrent would never end; Anita began to kiss and bite at the back of Joan's neck, and this drove her into wilder ecstasy, as did the firm pinches that David delivered to Joan's upper inner thigh. When he thought to slip a finger into her anus to stimulate her prostrate, it brought about even more frightening undulations. In fact, while Joan certainly was the center of this orgasmic fit, it seemed to extend outward to both David and Anita, both felt it as surely as they felt their own orgasms, and they were as quick to collapse into an exhausted heap afterwards. "Stars and garters!" Joan exclaimed with a silly giggle, after a period of utter silence lasting several minutes. "Anita," David asked in a dreamy, childlike voice, after another lengthy silence, "can I ask you a question? What gave you the idea for this whole business?" "Joan here is to blame," she answered tersely. Realizing that was not a suitable answer, she continued. "Do you remember that last night I told you to come over this morning to do me a favor?" "Uh-huh?" "Do you know what that favor was?" "I have a pretty good idea, and can't think of any favor I've had such a wonderful time repaying." "You don't know what that favor was. It was to fix the hard drive on my 386." "What?" David rose up onto one elbow, and aside from his laughter, was speechless. "David, dear, I've been wanting to share myself with you for at least a couple of years. I'm just rotten at asking. When you imposed on me last night, my only thought was to impose on you right back, and since you work with computers for a living, I thought I had the perfect means to avoid taking my malfunctioning PC into the shop. "When you were off doing you big business dinner, I invited Joan over for drinks, to keep me company, while I was waiting for your package. Last winter, I helped dear Joan here deliver a birthday present to her boyfriend, which was thematically similar to what I put _you_ through. The details were different, of course, but she thought he would really get into the idea of being completely under her control, and she invited me to help." "So last night," Joan interrupted, continuing the story, "your friend here is sighing and complaining about how much she wants to get to know you, and I give her a kick in the butt and tell her to do something about it. What could be a more perfect opportunity?" "And so you were thus swayed to request of me a favor of a more interesting sort." David laughed again as he reached over and mussed Anita's hair. "I was as nervous as you were, dear," she explained. "I was convinced I wasn't going to be able to go through with it, but once we had reached panty territory, I knew there was no turning back, and went with it. Until then, you don't know how precariously close you were to spending the evening slaving over my 386." "I think you made the right choice," David assured, stretching to kiss her on the lips, and then lying back down, with Joan warmly snuggled between he and Anita.