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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 11b (M/F) (283 lines)
January 17, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the twelfth section of a
book that runs 26 chapters.  It is about half a chapter; it is divided purely
in the interests of an upload.  It should be attached to 11a and 11c as a
single chapter.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 11b


Taking Jane's hand, she pulled her to her feet.  Jane looked panicked as Kathy
started unbuttoning her blouse.  Looking frightened, Jane released her skirt
and let it slip to the floor.  Kathy had already removed Jane's blouse while
the woman stood there in a slip.  Glaring at her, Kathy motioned for her to
take it off.  Jane, looking terrified, pulled it over her head.  "The rest,"
Kathy said, as she started to take off her own clothes.  She moved over to the
door and locked it.  Kathy put her seersucker suit on the desk, slipped off
her bra and bikini and stood proudly nude.  Jane hesitated but finally
unfastened her serviceable bra.  Then she stood there with one arm over her
breasts and her head downcast.  Kathy could see that the woman was unable to
go on.  "All of it, I said.  Take everything off!  Now!"  Really scared, Jane
slipped her cotton panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  Kathy
asked Jane what her late husband's name was.  The answer was Bill.  Jane stood
bent over with one arm over her breasts and her other hand covering her pubic
area.

"My God!  Is that the way Bill saw you?  I can't believe it.  He must have
seen something I haven't seen.  Jane, you're lying to me.  There's no way you
could have been married to a fighter pilot.  It's absolutely out of the
question!"

Kathy succeeded in provoking the response she was seeking.  Jane's fury
overwhelmed her fear.  She stood up straight, raised her head, and screamed,
"You little bitch!  What do you know about a marriage?  Bill and I were good
together.  Why, the night before he died, neither of us slept a wink."  With
the memory of the night, Jane started to sink back into tears.  She covered
her face with her hands and started to cry again.

Kathy looked at her.  She saw a middle-aged woman who could have been very
attractive, but who had allowed herself to go to seed.  Jane had brown hair
pulled back into a very severe style.  Her clothes were utilitarian and
businesslike.  Her figure could have been good; her breasts were still well-
shaped and firm, her pubic hair was a darker shade than her head.  Kathy
noticed it was silky rather than curly.  Her legs were long but were showing
fat in the thighs.  Her hips were slim and her bone structure was fine.  Jane
was five feet six and Kathy estimated her weight at between 135 and 140.  She
could easily spare ten pounds.  Kathy realized that her worst feature was her
posture:  Her head was normally carried tipped forward.  As a result, her
shoulders slumped allowing her breasts to droop and her belly to protrude.
Kathy decided on the spot to make Jane Wilson her summer project.

"Jane," said Kathy, removing the harshness from her voice, "Stand up straight
with your back against that wall."  Jane looked up and moved to obey.  Kathy
was standing up straight, looking like a statue whose sculptor could not come
up with an interesting pose.  As usual, she stood erect with her shoulders
squared and her breasts jutting.  Suddenly it registered on Jane that Kathy
was also nude.  She stared at the younger girl.  Her eyes traveled over
Kathy's face and hair, her breasts and slightly rounded belly, the smooth
swell of her hips.  Her eyes moved down her slim legs and came back to focus
on her loins.  "You... You have no pubic hair!" Jane exclaimed.

Kathy smiled at her warmly.  Jane was the only person to see her bare in
years.  "No.  I keep it plucked.  I've grown accustomed to it this way.  Now
stand up straight and let me look at you."  Kathy's nudity seemed to relax
Jane.  When she finally put her back against the wall and stood up straight,
Kathy went over and looked at her critically.  "Move your shoulders back.
Feel the wall at the tips of your shoulders.  Roll your hips back.  Squeeze
your butt against the wall."  All this time Kathy's hands were pulling and
pushing.  "Lift your head up straight.  Look straight ahead.  Now hold that
position!"  Kathy stepped back for a better look.  She went back to the older
woman and cupped one of Jane's breasts in her hand as if she were weighing it.
Jane jerked away and went back to her frightened crouch.  She looked at Kathy
in horror.  "What are you doing!?"

Kathy looked at her calmly, "I'm feeling one of your tits.  What did you think
I was doing?"  With that, Jane took her position against the wall.  Her head
was up straight, her shoulders were back, her hips were back, and her breasts
were jutting out, proudly this time.  She was inviting Kathy's explo ration.

'It's going to work!'  Kathy approached her again and put her hand under
Jane's breast in the same way she had before.  This time she felt a little
shiver but Jane held her position.  She delicately moved her fingers up to her
nipples and tweaked them.  She felt them harden under her fingers and she
could feel the older woman shake.  Still she didn't move.  Kathy backed away
to allow Jane to regain control while she contemplated the woman pensively
like a sculptor looking at a piece of uncut stone.  "Okay," Kathy said,
"That's enough.  Sit down over here and relax.  I think we can do something."

Kathy retrieved her purse, extracted a pack of cigarettes and a lighter,
returned and sat down.  She offered one to Jane who automatically started to
refuse, then took one.  Kathy lit them and they both took deep drags.

"Good grief," said Jane, "A couple of more steps and I'll be in the gutter!"

Kathy grinned and jumped to her feet.  She opened the bottom drawer of her
desk and retrieved a bottle of Cardhu, a 12-year-old single-malt Scotch.  She
poured two stiff drinks into glasses from the credenza and brought them back
to the couch.  She handed Jane one of the glasses and said, "Now what's the
last step?"  The two girls started to laugh.

Kathy noticed that Jane was now ignoring her nakedness.  After taking a small
sip of the Scotch, she put her head back and took a deep breath.  "This *is*
good!  What is it?"

Kathy told her.  Then Jane put her head back on the sofa.  Her hair had fallen
free and was much longer than Kathy had realized.  With her head back, Jane's
breasts were jutting out.  "Now that's more like it.  I'm starting to see you
as a fighter pilot's wife.  You're a passionate woman, Jane.  Why did you
crawl into a shell?"

"I guess it was the shock of Bill's death, Kathy.  God, did I love him!  Would
you believe, we spent hours together naked in broad daylight!?  We would make
love everywhere!  On the floor, in the kitchen...  Once, in the summer we went
out on our terrace in the middle of the night and made love where people could
see us."  Thinking about it, Jane turned brick red and added, "Bill used to
say that I was made to be fucked.  Isn't that *awful*!"

Kathy stretched and lifted her legs out straight in front of her.  Slowly, she
spread them until her legs were nearly 180 degrees apart.  She held the
position for a moment, slowly brought them back together, and then lowered her
feet to the floor.  "No, I don't think it's awful.  I think it's great.  Do
you know what I dream of doing?  Going out with my husband naked and making
love on our terrace with all our neighbors watching.  I can see it in my mind.
They go bananas!"

Jane looked at her.  "Do you really?  Don't you think it's...  Well, it's..."

Kathy finished the sentence for her, "Perverted?  No, I don't.  I think it's a
physical expression of two people's love for each other."

"Kathy, I believe you mean it.  You know, it sounds beautiful when you say it.
You don't think it's sinful?  Bill used to say that if two married people were
giving such pleasure to each other it couldn't be sinful.  I guess I was never
that certain.  What should I do?"

"Jane, now comes the sixty-four-dollar question.  Do you love Bob Ferguson?
Or are you just used to him?  Please be honest.  Your answer is important."

Jane looked at Kathy steadily.  "I love him more than life itself.  When Belle
and Sandy were killed in that crash, it nearly killed him, too.  I was in
agony.  I wanted to hold him close and tell him I understood.  I wanted to
hold him, to comfort him..."

"To fuck him?" Kathy added softly.

Jane sat up straight.  "Yes, damn it!  To fuck him.  To warm him inside me.
Yes, damn it, I wanted to fuck him!"

"Do you still?"

"Yes, I do.  I would do it right now in front of you on your carpet if he were
here."  Jane stood up and started pacing the office like a caged tiger.  'Or
tigress,' Kathy thought.  'Maybe this will be easier than I first thought.'

"Sit down, Jane.  We have to plot and scheme."  Jane returned to the couch,
sat down, and idly picked up the cigarettes and lighted one.  She suddenly
looked guilty.  Kathy said softly, "Welcome back to the human race, Jane.  I
think you need it."  Jane grinned.  Kathy realized that she really had a
lovely smile and probably had a good sense of humor that was starting to
resurface after so many years.  Kathy continued, "There are a few ground
rules.  First, you are my project.  You are going to be my wedding gift to
Bob."  She started to laugh at the thought of the bride being the wedding gift
to the groom.  Jane realized instantly the reason for Kathy's laughter and
joined in.  They were soon howling.  The tension was now gone completely.
"Back to the ground rules.  Because you're my gift, we're playing with my
money."  Kathy put up her hand as Jane was about to protest.  "Jane, you pay
most of my bills for me.  As a result, you know better than anybody else that
my bank balance just grows by itself.  Right?"  Jane nodded.  "Okay, that's
settled.  The next thing is that you'll have to trust me and do as I say.  I
think you'll quickly see what I'm doing, but you have to trust me."  Jane
nodded again.  "Okay, then, let's get started.  When is Bob due back?"

"Next Monday," Jane replied.

"We've got to get him to change his plans.  I have an idea!  Haven't I seen
Bob entering some of those sweepstakes that come in the mail?"

"Every one," she replied with a grin.  "I tease him about it, but he says that
sooner or later he's going to get lucky and win one.  And besides, he says, it
only takes a first-class stamp."

Kathy went to her desk, checked her Rolodex, and dialed a number.  "Mike, it's
Kathy.  How's the travel business?  Good.  Mike, I have a favor to ask.  Don't
worry, it will even make you some money.  Mike, I need the longest cruise
combination you can put together for one person.  It has to be full deluxe,
everything included.  Ideally, it should run into August.  The vital thing is,
though, the client must leave this Sunday.  I think there is a combination of
cruises that can be put together in the Med operating on the QEII that could
work.  If you have to send the client on a wild goose chase through Europe to
get the sailing dates right, it's okay, but he must leave this Sunday.

"Another thing.  Take all the time you need, but I must have confirmation that
it can be done within thirty minutes."  Kathy was silent for a few minutes
smiling at the reaction from Mike on the phone.  "Of course it's not easy!  If
it were easy, I would do it myself and pocket the commission.  Thanks, Mike.
I'm in my office downtown.  I'll wait here to hear from you."  She put the
phone back on its hook.

"Mike will be back to us, as you heard.  Then you are going to put on your
Mrs. Wilson professional voice and call Bob at the Greenbrier.  He's won the
grand prize in the...  Oh well, we'll make up something.  It's a good thing he
enters so many contests.  He couldn't possibly remember the prize structures
of all of them.  Now here's the trick.  He's the *substitute* grand prize
winner.  The trip must be taken now, all arrangements are made, but he must
leave Sunday."

Kathy got up from behind her desk and started pacing.  Jane watched the grace
with which she moved and felt a bit jealous.  'She's so fluid, so
unconcerned,' she thought.  Then, with a start Jane realized that Kathy was
absolutely unaware of her nudity.  It was a revelation to Jane to see a woman
who could be as self-assured without clothes as with them.  Jane got off the
sofa and stretched.  Kathy looked at her speculatively.  "We might as well use
the time while we're waiting.  I want you to walk around the office."

Jane tried to emulate Kathy's walk.  She straightened her back, tried to keep
her shoulders back and her head up straight.  It felt like her breasts were
jutting out miles.  She thought about Kathy's walk and looked at her.  Kathy's
rump was on the edge of the desk and she was looking at her thought fully.
Her breasts were standing out proudly but Kathy was both unaware and totally
unconcerned.  Jane glanced down at her chest.  She was proud to see that her
breasts were nicely shaped and were not sagging at all.  The older woman
started walking back and forth.  Kathy smiled, then grinned.  "My God, you're
walking like me.  I'm flattered!"

Jane stopped and turned towards her, putting one leg a little ahead of the
other.  She then did a classic Southern curtsy, lacking only clothes.  "I'm
trying, mademoiselle.  Do you approve of your humble and obedient servant?"
To finish the act, Jane lowered her head until her forehead touched her leg.



"It's perfect, Jane.  Absolutely perfect!  You're getting used to not wearing
clothes and you're developing pride in your body.  It's the pride that does
it.  Now keep it up," Kathy said as she moved to answer the phone.  It was the
travel agent with word that the plans were set.  Kathy motioned to Jane to go
to her own desk and pick up so she could write down the itinerary.  Jane
retrieved her steno pad and pencil, opened the door and returned to her desk.
When Kathy told Mike that Jane was on, he rattled off the dates and places.
Kathy was pleased that Jane was her usually poised self on the phone in spite
of being naked at her desk.  Mike hung up, and Kathy could hear the sound of
Jane's typewriter.  Then she looked up in surprise to see Jane proudly walking
past her door towards the copier.  A few moments later she came back to the
office and closed the door.  Her shoulders were sagging forward slightly as
she stood in front of Kathy's desk.  Kathy moved her shoulders back.  Jane
gave a small start and squared hers, too.  Her breasts jumped to attention
with the posture change.  She grinned.  "How did I do, coach?  Did I do okay."

"You were great, Jane.  I was surprised to see you go down the hall, though."

Jane blushed.  The color rose from her belly, over her breasts to her face.
"When you motioned me to the phone, I just went to pick it up from force of
habit.  It wasn't until I felt the chair seat on my bare butt that I realized
I was naked.  Then I just said to hell with it and went ahead.  Kathy, it was
fun walking down the hall naked even if people are seldom at this end of the
office with Bob away.  Was it wicked of me?"

"Personally, I think it's great.  I'm amazed at the self-confidence you've
developed in such a short time.  Now, let's see how good an actress you are.
You have to call Bob at The Greenbrier."

Kathy was surprised to see Jane return to her desk to make the call.  Kathy
punched the light to listen to the call with her Speaker button on so she
could hear the conversation.  Jane asked for Mr. Robert Ferguson's room.  When
there was no answer, she told the hotel operator that it was an emergency.
She said she was Mr. Ferguson's private secretary and it was vital she contact
Mr. Ferguson at once.  Could he be paged?  The Greenbrier's paging system is
as extensive as it should be for one of the Nation's top resorts for business
gatherings.

Kathy took advantage of the break in the conversation to go out to see how
Jane looked at her desk.  Jane's desk was to the left, in front of Ferguson's
office.  Jane was sitting with her back to Kathy's office.  Kathy watched Jane
sitting up very straight in her secretarial chair, pulling her shoulders back.
As she watched, the older woman was looking down at her breasts which were
jutting out proudly.  She could see Jane smile to herself in satisfaction.
Kathy went back to her phone in time to hear the Greenbrier operator say that
Mr. Ferguson had been located and would soon be on the line.

A few minutes later Bob Ferguson picked up the phone.  Jane was perfect.  She
behaved exactly the way a breathless secretary would behave when passing on
such exciting news.  As she relayed the itinerary, Kathy switched off the
speaker, pushed the Privacy button and dialed a call.  She spoke for a few
minutes, received confirmation that her request would be carried out and then
hung up.  She resumed listening in on Jane's conversation as the arrangements
were completed.  Jane hung up and came running back into the office.  Kathy
met her half way and the two women embraced.  As they did Kathy took the
opportunity to reach down and squeeze the older woman's buttocks.

Jane looked startled.  Kathy told her that her breasts were in good shape but
her buttocks and thighs needed work.  She ran her hand over her belly and told
her it was rounder than it should be.  "Overall, Jane, you show promise, but
you still need work.  Let's go to my place."

As the two women put on their clothes, Kathy saw Jane frown at hers,
particularly at her underwear.  Obviously, the woman's attitudes had changed
dramatically.  Jane ensured that the office was locked and then they went down
to Kathy's car and got in.  Before starting the car Kathy faced the older
woman.  "Jane, I want to swing by your place and get some clothes.  For this
project to work best you'll have to live with me."  Jane looked startled but
readily agreed.

They drove out the Expressway to Virginia Beach where Jane owned a small
house.  It was a long distance from Kathy's and reflected the fact that it is
one of the nation's largest cities in area.  Kathy waited in the car while
Jane went inside.  A short time later she reappeared with one medium-sized
suitcase.  When she put it in the back seat and climbed back in, Kathy
expressed surprise that she had only a single bag.

Jane grinned.  "Maybe I'm taking a lot for granted.  I have a business
wardrobe that is sort of drab, but serviceable.  As for the rest, the less
said the better.  And somehow I got the feeling that I won't be wearing many
clothes around you."

Kathy grinned back, but didn't answer.  When they reached her apartment, Kathy
pressed the appropriate buttons and switches.  They were soon in the private
elevator going up to her apartment.  When the door whooshed open and they
stepped out into the hall, Jane looked around and gaped.  She put her bag down
and started walking through the apartment.  Kathy stopped her.

"We have a new house rule for you, Jane.  No clothes.  Come on, I'll show you
your room, and you can change."  Kathy led her to a guest bedroom.  It was
large and furnished with a king-size bed.  It had its own bath only slightly
smaller than Kathy's own.  Like Kathy's, it too opened out to the pool deck.
Jane put her bag in the closet and glanced at Kathy.  Then she stripped off
her clothes and hung up her business suit.  Kathy laughed as Jane took off her
slip, bra and panties and threw them into the wastebasket.  Then she slipped
off her shoes, put them away and closed the closet.  Jane threw back her arms
forcing her breasts out and up.  "How do you like my new uniform?"

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