| Neighbors, Friends and Lovers, Chapter 5 Sharon was impressed with her daughters' assignments especially in light of the distraction they'd worked under. The one and only image she had of her neighbor flickered in her brain. 'Did you notice that she wasn't even wearing a bra?' Victor had said right after their neighbor had graciously delivered the casseroles. 'And those shorts! I mean come on, they barely covered her ass... it's disgusting!' A line from Hamlet crossed the teacher's mind, 'The lady doth protest too much, methinks' In this case it was her husband not a lady but it was the same sentiment. Sharon wondered if perhaps the impact of Carolyn's not entirely concealing clothing raised issues between her husband's legs—issues he was not prepared to acknowledge. Sharon most certainly had noticed the evidence of semi erect nipples under her neighbor's top. At the time it had made her own breasts glow just a little. It brought back memories of her college days. She'd lived at home all the time she attended school. As a matter of fact she was still living with her prudish mother even after she got her first teaching job. Her overbearing mother wouldn't have it any other way. It was only when she and Phil tied the knot that she finally moved away from the woman who had done everything in her power to imprint her repressive moral code ever since Sharon developed receptive language. The recollection was stirred, not so much by the brief visit from the woman next door, but by her husband's comment about their neighbor's apparel. She was sitting at her kitchen table sipping coffee and the thoughts resurfaced. There was another student in several of her classes that she often studied with. Alice lived in a dorm right on campus. They frequently went to her dorm room between classes to collaborate. The elevators were a long way from Alice's room which meant that they had to weave and wind their way through the maze of halls to get there. Sharon was not sure at the time why seeing her fellow students walking back and forth from the communal washroom affected her the way it did. None of the girls in the 'women only' dorm seemed to have any modesty whatsoever. They wandered the halls in bra and panties or wrapped in towels that barely covered their crotch; and occasionally—once in awhile—naked! Sharon knew what those feelings, those physical sensations, had meant now—and it disturbed her. They were completely incongruent with everything that she'd been taught. Her pleasure, her enjoyment of sexuality was supposed to come from the bearing of children. Responding to other women in a sexual way was... was absurd. It had no place in the philosophy she thought she'd entirely embraced; yet it was undeniable. After she started teaching and married Phillip she resolved to never think about it again. Carolyn with an assist from her second husband had stirred up all those repressed memories. She felt grubby, dirty, so she decided to take a shower. On the way to the bathroom she wondered how her girls were getting along next door. "Which one would you like to try on first?" Carolyn asked. She was afraid the sisters might be content to stare wide-eyed at the assortment of clothes all day. "This one!" the younger girl's swift reply suggested that she'd had her mind made up for awhile. Missy plucked the hanger holding the red knit dress from the wall. The hanger stretched the fabric out and opened the deeply scooped front and back, pushing outward on the short, short sleeves. Below the bracing of the plastic frame the polyester knit quickly tapered in and was no more than six inches wide where it hung below. The irony struck Carolyn at once. The dress she was wearing and the one she was holding for all their differences had a similarity. They both totally lacked shape. The one her step-father had designed was like a tent on its frame. It hung from the shoulder straps intended to conceal, to give no hint of the body that it was covering. The borrowed little red number on the other hand was essentially a stretchy tube capable of taking the shape of what ever was put into it, like a sausage casing. The woven fabric would follow every curve—every contour. "Uh, you won't be able to wear anything under that honey," Carolyn cautioned. "I know," Melissa replied brightly and in a blindingly swift move stripped the despicable shroud she was wearing over her head. If the fourteen year old hadn't been so intent on getting the slinky dress off the hanger she would have seen the shock on both of the other women's faces. Missy was instantly naked. She wasn't wearing anything under her dress. The photographer felt the spasm in her kitty and gasped. "Melissa!" Sandy exclaimed out of sheer surprise. "What?" the younger girl said without looking up from her task. "You told me that you had to take everything off to try on a dress... remember? I just thought it would be easier this way." "If Mommy ever knew you were walking around like that, and... and even going out of the house, she'd... she'd—" "Are you going to tell her?" the naked girl asked looking at her sister now that she had freed the dress from the hanger. Sandra just stood there staring. She caught glimpses of parts of Melissa's body before. She had even—as of yesterday—had an extreme close-up view of her most guarded treasure, but she had never seen the whole package displayed all at once. It sent delicious shivers down her spine. Sandy didn't need to reply her younger sister already knew they shared a much bigger secret than going without underwear. "'Cause if you don't tell her how would she know?" Carolyn was aware that the girls were having some kind of an exchange but her eyes riveted on the spectacular example of pubescent perfection so flooded her brain that practically nothing else could get in. She remembered her promise to Jacqui and put a camera on a tripod. Setting the shutter to fire every ten seconds she wouldn't get her usual tightly framed hi-rez images but she'd have a wealth of pictures to run through her editing software. With that accomplished she returned her attention to the Madsen sisters—the naked one in particular. The similarities between their breasts the older woman put down to genetics. The large extraordinarily pale pink mushroom cap areola sat atop a somewhat smaller version of the high firm mounds that Sandra had revealed to her yesterday. There wasn't quite as much appearance of synching at the waist. It was a little straighter between the younger sister's ribs and her hips. Carolyn knew that it wasn't the waist that got smaller. It stayed pretty much the same size. The fourteen year old's chest would expand and grow some more and her hips and butt would flair over the next couple of years until she achieved a form just as shapely as her older sibling. The photographer was suddenly overcome with a desire to repeat the time warp she'd experienced on the girls' arrival, but this time naked. Missy was fumbling with the red knit material trying to figure out how to get it on. She had no experience to guide her. "I think you'll need help with that sweetie," their clothier advised. "Why don't you wait a second until Sandy picks something and then I'll help you both?" Sandra had already made her selection but just hadn't taken it down from the hook. She'd been distracted by the unabashed display Missy was putting on. Prompted by their host's comment she took the short kilt and blouse combination from the wall hook. Carolyn found the choice interesting—puzzling actually. When Jacqui had offered that outfit she'd almost left it behind. It was too usual, common she thought; like a school girl uniform. 'Why would either of them be interested in an outfit that under some other circumstance they could easily be wearing everyday... and probably hating.' What she didn't account for was the instinctive teenaged need to fit in. Sandy liked all the sexy special clothes but wanted to see what she'd look like if she just dressed normally, like all the other girls her age she'd seen in malls, and when she used to go to public school. The older girl realized that she'd gotten things a little backwards. She hung the outfit back on its hook and in a move reminiscent of Missy's stripped her ugly dress off over her head. Sandy had not preplanned the costume change like her sister. The sixteen year old now stood in the unflattering white bra and panty briefs. Carolyn got a little twinge between her legs, more from her recollection of yesterday's adventure than the older girl's still pretty well covered form. The twinge was followed by a sinking feeling. 'There's really no reason for her to have to take her under things off to wear the outfit she's chosen.' The photographer felt her disappointment mounting when Sandy started to take the blouse off the hanger. It was Melissa who came to the rescue. "I wanna see this on you first," she said holding the red sausage sleeve out toward her sister. "It's sorta like the black one I tried on yesterday," Sandra commented. "I think you'll find that this one will fit you much better," Carolyn interjected. "The one from yesterday was about a size too big." Sandy got a strange sort of excited look on her face. She was recalling how nice the stretchy material had felt on her skin; how tight it had seemed. Her older friend was now telling her that the red sleeve her sister was offering would hold her even more snugly. The idea made her coochie coo. She knew the drill. Peeling the shoulder straps of her maiden-form down her arms and spinning the back strap around her waist, just like her mom had taught her, she unhooked. She was left wearing just the demure cotton briefs. Carolyn barely had time to rejoice in the delightful turn of events. While Sandy was unfastening her bra she stole the opportunity to compare their chests. Looking from one to the other the similarity was remarkable four pale pink head lights shone directly toward her. Surprisingly Missy's areolas were pretty much the same size as her sisters. That, in itself, made them look bigger since they were topping a somewhat smaller cone. The one cup size differential would probably disappear over the next year or so; unless of course Sandra wasn't finished growing. 'How big was their mother?' the voyeur mused. She really had no idea. The one and only time she'd seen the older woman who'd moved in next door she'd been wearing one of those shapeless all concealing abominations that her teenaged daughters had just removed. Carolyn felt a little jolt when she found herself envisioning their mother participating in the impromptu fashion show. By the time the incestuous image faded Sandy was naked and her shorter naked sister was trying to put the slinky dress over the taller girl's head. The photographer stepped in to help; not before checking to make sure the SLR on timer was doing its job. Together she and Melissa managed to get the knit material on the bigger girl with Sandra's invaluable assistance. "Oh God Sandy!" Missy exclaimed. "You can see everything... even... even your hair. " The older girl looked down her body but it was hard to see because her boobs were in the way. "Here," the photographer suggested turning her toward the mirror. The similarities to the day before were unmistakable but as Carolyn had forecast this dress was much tighter; the way it was intended to be. She got that sensation like an invisible force had grabbed her by the mons. Her eyes shifted to the smaller girl who was still naked and now had a hand between her legs. Slipping around Sandy who was fixated on her reflection, Carolyn put her arm around Melissa and stooped so her mouth was touching the younger sister's ear. "Would you like some help with that?" she whispered touching the fourteen year old's rhythmically moving forearm to illustrate what she meant. Their eyes met in the mirror. What Carolyn saw on the little blonde's face was a complex mixture. The blush was evidence of the shy embarrassment, but the eyes were wide with excited curiosity. Missy was biting gently on her lip which Carolyn interpreted as nervousness, maybe even fear. The girl's hand had stopped moving as though she hadn't really been aware what she was doing until her host pointed it out. Sandra's younger sister was frozen in place—unresponding. She offered no resistance when the photographer rotated her until the little girl's knees were buckled by the make-up chair. Missy dropped unceremoniously onto the padded vinyl with a whooshing sound as the air was forced out of the cushion. Carolyn was a bit worried at what the reaction might be but she threw caution to the wind and unfastened the sash of her robe. Shrugging off the emerald green satin it splashed on the floor behind her sandal clad feet without a sound. The reaction of the teenager seated in the chair in front of the now naked forty-something body was thrilling. The already big blue eyes got even bigger and a tiny squeal of appreciation escaped as she saw her first mature naked woman. "Do I look OK?" the standing woman asked squeezing her needy pear shaped breasts. "Oh! Oh!" was Melissa's unintelligible reply but the affirmative meaning was more than clear. The youngster's obvious fascination and appreciation spurred the photographer on. Carolyn dropped her hands to her upper thighs and began sliding them slowly up; up toward her hairless pouting crease. Missy had been staring at her neighbor's long thick nipples while her host had been lifting and squeezing her breasts. She was imagining that they were just like her mom's. So many times she'd wished she could see her mother's boobies. Nuzzling them through various weights of night gown she was always able to feel the rubbery stiffness of the nipples rubbing on her cheek and lips. She so wanted to put her mouth on them if only the stupid fabric weren't always in the way. She even imagined that her mother wanted her to but it never happened. Now she wasn't even allowed to cuddle in bed with her anymore. The memories of those cuddling sessions made her pee-pee ache. The seated teenager's eyes dropped with Missus Rousseau's hands. She was shocked that there was no hair around her crease. Missy was anxious for hers to grow because it made her feel like she was really growing up—becoming a woman—not a little girl anymore. She did have some but it was thin and sparse. Not only that but it was only right around her slit. Sandy had hair almost all the way out to her hip bones. It wasn't very thick either but at least there was more of it. It seemed strange to her that Carolyn shaved all hers off. Impulsively Carolyn applied pressure to her outer labia and pulled upward. Melissa watched the long thick lips parting under the pressure. It looked so different than hers or her sister's. There was so much more sticking out from inside. They weren't bright pink either like Sandy's; the long crinkly flesh was brownish more like the color of her nipples. Watching their host's vulva blossom like a dew covered flower in the morning sun, Missy's hand returned to her girlhood and stroked gently up and down on her delicate slippery petals. The photographer continued spreading herself for the seated teenager. When she saw her audience of one slip her hand down to her crotch the muscles in her vagina clenched and a wonderful surge emanated from her clitoris. Carolyn's eyes alternated between the youngster's face with its expression of fascination and the little girl's hand languidly stroking her pussy. Pulling up all the fleshiness of her vulva the naked older woman felt her hood being retracted. Experience told her that her pleasure glans was sticking straight out at Melissa. She saw it emerge from its hiding place and immediately knew that it was Carolyn's magic bump; just like the one she and Sandy had. Until yesterday Missy had not really known that it was even there. She didn't realize that there was actually a visually discernable part that created all of those intense and sometimes scary feelings. She knew that when she rubbed her crotch against something, like her mother's leg or Sandy's when they were cuddling that it felt really good, and it always felt better the higher up she rubbed. The best was when she could push against something with the bone. When nobody would cuddle with her she used a pillow or mister Muggs—her teddy bear. The warm waves that washed over her felt so great but then she'd start feeling dizzy and light headed. That always scared her into stopping and then it would ache down there—which scared her even more. Yesterday she'd learned from her sister where those feelings ultimately led and now it wasn't scary anymore. Just that very morning before she got up she'd used mister Muggs' nose to press on that spot until the whole room had gone spinning out of control. Now she could have that feeling anytime she wanted to but it was so much better somehow when Sandy had done it. 'That's because she used her tongue right on it, ' the naked nymph reasoned. 'Touching the bump itself made the feelings even stronger, and it feels so... so... ' she realized that she had no word that adequately described it. 'I bet I could give Missus Rousseau those feelings... just like I did with Sandy yesterday.' The memory of pressing her face into her sister's hot wet squishiness was suddenly overwhelming. The smell and the taste had been intoxicating in themselves. Would Carolyn taste the same? All thought and reasoning were cast aside when she pitched forward out of the make-up chair and onto her knees. The older woman, standing and displaying her inner most secrets, was surprised by the little blonde's aggressive move. She had no time to analyze because the neophyte wrapped her lips immediately around her projecting love button and began sucking and licking. The tremendous surge created by the direct stimulation turned her legs to jelly. The photographer was vaguely aware that she was going down but the pleasure waves were so intense that anything and everything else in the world had practically no meaning at that moment. She was on her back on the hardwood studio floor when the first orgasm sent her spinning into another dimension. Carolyn knew that she was trashing and jerking. Her hips were thrusting like a Brahma bull as if trying to dislodge the teen's mouth from her pussy but the girl rode the bronco tenaciously. She'd wrapped her arms around her host's thighs and clung to the heaving pelvis with all her might. With the final head spinning gush the prone woman began to relax, to bathe in the serenity of the after glow. But Missy didn't stop! It was too much. The teenager was now laid out flat on her belly licking and sucking her rich folds. 'Too intense... painful, ' Carolyn's overworked nerves screamed. She had to push the girl away. She couldn't! Her arms wouldn't move they were trapped. Somehow she had to stop the girl from devouring her. Opening her eyes for the first time since Melissa had latched onto her hips and caused her to collapse; the first thing she saw overrode the powerful and not altogether pleasant gnawing between her legs. Immediately above her face was the pink gooiness of Sandra's widely splayed girlhood. The older sister was straddling her head. Carolyn realized the reason she'd been unable to move her arms was that they were trapped under the kneeing girl's shins. The ultimate vision of pubescent femininity was getting closer and the trapped photographer inhaled the sweet fragrance with each gasping breath. The distraction worked like a 'reset' on her pussy. Erotic sensation returned down below as the vision of loveliness descended from above. Reaching out with her tongue she made contact with the hot flooded folds. Carolyn thought she heard a deep groan from the older girl but she was panting and mewing so much from her own excitement that she couldn't be entirely sure what sounds came from where. It wasn't long. It seemed like seconds and the surging in her belly started again followed closely by the explosive pressure release. Her vocal outburst was lost inside Sandra Madsen's flooded vagina. The prone photographer expected the warm floating feeling—that post orgasmic contentment—it was there but there was something else. She was floating in the warm tranquil pool but just beneath the surface was a powerful current and the fast moving water was carrying her—accelerating her toward another precipice. Carolyn was flung over the waterfall again. The visceral contractions made her shake and shudder but it only made her lap and suck harder on the candy sweet delicacy Sandra was grinding against her lower face. It was becoming harder to breathe; sometimes she even forgot to and then had to turn her head so she could gulp air ravenously. The waterfalls seemed to be closer together. Each time she fell into the deep serenity of post climactic bliss she was lifted and catapulted over the edge of another. The fourth, maybe the fifth—it could have even been the sixth—came with blackness. Not blackness as in the absence of light because Carolyn had her eyes closed most of the time anyway. If she opened them all she could see was the older teen's heaving belly and her fingers holding the red knit fabric up around her waist. This blackness was total. It was the absence of everything; no sight, no sound, no sensation of any kind. For a moment she wondered if she was dead. She still had thoughts but other than that it was like being in a sensory deprivation chamber. 'Isn't my life supposed to flash in front of me?' But there was nothing, only the realization that there was nothing. 'I should try to open my eyes... if I'm looking down at myself lying on the studio floor I'll know' She'd heard, and liked to believe, that when you die your spirit floats above your lifeless body. Carolyn tried to open her eyes but they seemed to be glued shut, or at least had enormous weights holding the lids down. She tried with all her might, rested and then tried again. Time had lost all meaning; it could have been minutes and it could have been hours that she laid there willing her eyes to open. Finally they moved—opened just a crack—the light filtered in through her eyelashes. She tried again but the lids were so heavy so unresponsive. They opened a little wider this time. The prone photographer thought she almost saw something. Then there was something soft and moist on her forehead. The first sensation since the blackness had enveloped her minutes or hours ago. With Herculean effort she managed to get them half open. It wasn't her body lying on the floor that she saw it was a face—it could have been the face of an angel. The effort was too great and they closed again. She rested from the strain. When she thought she was ready Carolyn willed her lids to lift. Once again it was only half way but they stayed open a little longer; long enough to see that if it was an angel above her then the angel was Missy Madsen's twin. There was a look of deep concern on the teenager's face, but it quickly morphed into a smile. Her eyes had fallen shut again but she heard her youngest neighbor's voice say, "She's OK." That's when Carolyn concluded that she wasn't dead after all. With that fear belied she let the blackness surround her and take her down again. Down into a place where the only thing she could feel was deep abiding contentment. Hand in hand the Madsen girls entered their house trying to be as stealthy as they could. It didn't work. As they passed the door to the living room their mother looked up from the book she was reading. "Did you enjoy your tour of the studio... it must have been interesting, you've been gone a long time." "Yeah," Missy replied and it came out dreamily, like a sigh. Sharon looked from one girl to the other and though that she had rarely seen them look so happy—satisfied. "Even though your father's not here we'll have dinner at the usual time so you might as well go and get cleaned up now," their mother informed them, and without another word the girls scampered up the stairs. It certainly appeared that her daughters had enjoyed the visit to their neighbor's place. Sharon intended to see if she could develop a friendship with the woman next door, despite her husband's unfair snap judgment. What better time than when he was away on business. Missus Madsen resolved to find out what was so appealing about the woman and the house across the way. 'I'll invite her over for coffee tomorrow and get to know her better, ' she decided while she was removing the burrito fixings from the refrigerator. After dinner Sharon telephoned next door. "Hi Carolyn... it's Sharon Madsen. I wanted to thank you for entertaining the girls this afternoon. They really enjoyed themselves." Carolyn had only been out of the orgasm induced comma long enough to shower and decide that she was ravenously hungry. She was too tired to go out and wasn't really fond of the idea of cooking either. Ordering something to be delivered would take so long. She was sitting in that quandary when the phone rang. Despite her fuzzy head and hungry stomach the irony of Missus Madsen's comment made her laugh out loud. "That's... that's OK..." she managed to choke out through the laughter. "It was my pleasure... really—" The photographer pinched her thigh hard to keep from going into hysterics. "I wonder if you'd be interested in joining us for breakfast tomorrow. Nothing special, sort of continental... you know muffins and fruit... and coffee of course." There was silence on the line and Sharon misinterpreted the delay as reluctance. "The muffins will be home baked... the girls and I will make them early tomorrow morning," she said making a sales pitch. "We usually eat around eight but I was thinking nine might be better... of course if you're busy then I completely understand, we could do it some other time perhaps—" Carolyn had to butt in to keep the nervous woman from having a coronary. "Whoa Sharon, I'd love to come over for breakfast," the photographer agreed struggling hard not to start laughing again—which is what kept her from responding when the invitation was first presented. "How about eight-thirty?" she offered to split the difference. "OK that would be great!" Missus Madsen said with such enthusiasm that it shocked her neighbor. "Alright... I'll be there at eight-thirty." She hung up the phone and fell completely off the couch in gales of laughter. She might have been in hysterics even longer if it hadn't hurt so much. Her muscles were sore from multiple orgasms. She totally lost count of how many but every one of them had come with that paralyzing stiffening and was followed by shuddering and shaking that taxed her moderate fitness level. She picked up the phone to order Chinese and thought 'Thanks for entertaining the girls... she said!' Carolyn put the phone back in the cradle until the renewed laughing fit passed. |