What Some People Will Do - Chapters 37-39 Part 12 Chapter 37 As they made their way back to the news van in the high school parking lot, both Brenda and Wynona became more bold. With the shopkeeper's cum still smeared down their chins and dripping onto their chests, they danced and flashed the few cars which passed them in the street. At the final corner they stood face to face on the curb groping each other's bare breasts while waiting for the crosswalk signal to change. But in short order they arrived back at the van where Kimberly, who had been tasked with carrying their bag of groceries from the convenience store, handed the bag over to Rajiv who dared not ask about the white globs on the women's faces for fear his heart would stop. "Hey, give me that diet soda," Wynona said. Rajiv rummaged in the bag and handed the twenty ounce bottle to her. She drank down a good four ounces of it before handing the bottle over to Brenda to whet her own whistle. "May I?" Kimberly asked, pointing to the bottle. Brenda handed it over after taking a couple of swigs. "Man, we've been doing so much and having so much fun I almost didn't notice how thirsty I was getting." When the bottle was a little more than half empty (or less than half full, depending on whether you're an optimist or pessimist) Brenda asked what their next assignment would be. "Well ladies, this is the last trip and we've really gotten a lot of great footage so far. We're going to just have a little fun now and try to relax a bit before heading back to the safe house." "The safe house?" Wynona asked. "Yes, a neutral location just in case anyone gets it in their heads to follow us; we don't want to lead them back to your houses and let them know where you live, so we'll be stopping and taking a rest at one of the safe houses we've rented." "Hm, I'm looking forward to another shower," Wynona said, putting one arm around Brenda's waist and dancing lightly from side to side. Rajiv pulled out the last items in the cardboard box. "Brenda, here's what you'll be wearing. Remove everything and put these on." He handed her a pair of tan stockings, a string bikini top and what looked like a fanny pack such as what a jogger might use to carry their wallet and cell phone. "Um, nothing for the bottom?" Brenda asked with raised eyebrows. "That's what the fanny pack is for. Wear it in front to cover your bush." "That's... not much," she stated, holding the small pack up to inspect it. "Oh, and also there's these shoes." Rajiv handed Brenda a pair of shiny silver pumps with a three inch spike heel. Brenda's dress was off in seconds and Rajiv tossed it into the back of the van. She bent over to unlace her shoes, keeping her ass up. While she was taking those off, Rajiv handed Wynona her allotment of clothing. "Lose the boa but keep the panties on." "You mean the g-string," Wynona sneered. "Yes, that. It really does show off your ass very nicely," he stated, looking around at her smooth, milky white heart shaped rump. "But then put on this black nylon top and skirt." "These things are completely see through!" Wynona complained, holding them up to her face to demonstrate that she could still see him quite clearly. "Yeah, but the contrast will make it look like you're wearing something -- at least from a distance," Kimberly noted. So while Brenda was positioning her fanny pack as best she could to cover her privates, Wynona shimmied into the form-fitting black nylon top which came down to her navel and had full length sleeves to her wrists. "My nipples show through quite clearly," she grumbled. "And you look good enough to lick," Brenda winked. "Maybe later," Wynona winked back. "Now, before I put on this skirt, I do have one thing I've wanted to do for a while. Kim, get your camera ready. I thought this up when I saw Brenda fucking herself with a bar of soap in the shower." Wynona took the capped bottle of soda and set it on the pavement between her feet, then bent until she was straddled over it. Pulling the tiny bit of fabric from her g- string aside, she looked up to be sure Kimberly was filming and glanced around to be sure they were still alone in the parking lot. With the fingers of one hand, she slowly parted her delicate, shaved pussy lips. She held onto the neck of the plastic bottle with the other hand as she lowered herself over the cap. She then played around with it at the entrance to her vagina for a dozen or so seconds. "I need to be wetter," she commented and began rubbing her clitoral hood. "Brenda, help me out here?" Brenda knelt beside Wynona and tenderly ran her fingers through the younger woman's hair, then stroked Wynona's cheeks with the backs of her hands. Leaning closer, she gave Wynona a quick kiss on the right cheek, then on the left and then on her chin. "I'm so glad you joined me," Brenda whispered, looking her friend deep in the eyes. "You're so hot and lovely and sexy. Ride that bottle like it's the last cock on Earth." Then she planted a deep, wet kiss on Wynona's lips, which parted to allow Brenda's tongue to slide in and feel around her teeth and gums. A moment later both women's tongues were dancing over and around each other, fighting for dominance inside first one and then the other mouth and back again. After two minutes of masturbation and publicly kissing another woman (whom she'd really only known for a few weeks), Wynona's pussy was hot and wet enough for her to push down and over almost half of the length of the bottle. The bottle was still chilly from being in the shop's fridge which caused Wynona to involuntarily suck in a quick breath. She took hold of the bottom of the bottle and began to turn and twist it within herself, then to slowly pull it out a few inches and back in. Brenda got behind her friend for support, reaching around under her arms and lifting the nylon top to fully reveal Wynona's perky B's. She began to tweak and roll Wynona's nipples as the younger woman continued to fuck herself with the bottle. "You're doing great," Brenda whispered just before licking the narrow outer curve of Wynona's earlobe from bottom to top. "Oh god! This feels so... ungh... damn good!" Wynona cried out between clenched teeth. "You're such a filthy slut," Brenda whispered. "I knew your shyness was just a front. You're such a tramp. You like being fucked any way any time. You like showing off your hot little body in public. Don't you?" "Yeah! Ah oh yeah, oh fucking god yeah!" Being so close to Wynona's body, Brenda felt the wave of orgasm wash through her and it heightened her own lustful need. "Help me to my feet," Wynona said. Brenda lifted her from under the arms until they were both standing. "One last thing." Wynona unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle and pressed her thumb over the opening. She then shook it up until all the soda inside was a tan foam and the pressure on her thumb was almost too much to hold back. "I've never done anything like this," she said, "but I've wanted to for a long time." She positioned the bottle at the opening of her spread pussy and pulled her thumb away. The explosion of diet soda foam erupted into the close quarters of her vaginal canal and just as quickly began to run out all down her thighs. She held the bottle in place and hopped up and down repeatedly, shouting, "Oh god! Oh my god! Oh Jesus!" When the torrent of foam finally subsided, Wynona stood on shaky legs and asked for something to dry herself off. Rajiv, eyes wide and mouth agape, reached blindly behind him and produced some of the women's previously discarded clothing. Wynona used it to pat herself dry from waist to feet. "If I ever try to do anything like that again," Wynona said, "slap me hard. That was just too damn weird and oh so cold and messy. Now I'm all sticky." "How about a taste test?" Rajiv asked, licking his lips. "Sorry Raj," Kimberly said, "you're on your own. Let's go ladies, we have one last leg of the journey to complete. Let's not keep your audience waiting." As the women walked back to Brenda's car, Wynona stopping frequently to adjust her g-string because she still felt sticky and wet between the legs and Brenda going very slow to keep the fanny pack from bouncing or swaying away from her otherwise exposed pussy -- and totally unable to avoid exposing her bare ass and thighs the whole way -- Roger, Kimberly and Ivan all got some great shots of the women in compromising positions. In the alleyway where the two had kissed earlier, Wynona stopped, raised her sheer nylon skirt to her waist and pulled her g-string down to her knees, then licked her fingers and rubbed vigorously over her bald pussy lips in the way that many mothers believe that their spit will clean any dirt of a child's face. "Ooh, let me," Brenda offered, stepping forward and licking her own fingers. She reached down and pressed her hand hard against Wynona's pubic mound and rubbed just as hard straight down, spreading her fingers to follow the separate paths of her labia. Brenda then returned her own fingers to her mouth and sucked each one in turn. "Not bad. Very tasty." Wynona pulled the g-string back up and spent a minute arranging the insignificantly small bit of fabric over her slit. She let the skirt fall -- more like waft considering how light and thin it was, it caught the wind quite readily -- and smoothed it out against her thighs. "I've got an add-on dare for you," Wynona said to Brenda. "What's that?" "Untie the back strings of your top. Leave only the string going around the back of your neck and walk the rest of the way back to your car with it just hanging there." Brenda thought about this for a moment. They were less than one block into their three block walk and with her ample bosom free to move the small triangles of the bikini top would probably not cover anything at all. "What's in it for me if I do?" she asked. "I mean, every dare has to have its reward." Brenda reached up and lightly traced the outline of Wynona's left breast in her form-fitting, sheer black nylon top. She could plainly see Wynona's stiff nipples trying to push through the fabric. Wynona bit her lower lip and swayed side to side. "It will be a secret, just for us when the cameras are gone." Brenda immediately reached behind her and untied the string of her bikini top. With the tension gone, the front immediately sagged and collapsed inward, the triangles of fabric sliding off her nipples and into her cleavage. The two pieces of the back string hung at her sides. "Now let's move," Wynona said, stepping back onto the sidewalk. Brenda followed a few steps behind with Kimberly bringing up the rear. Brenda walked with her arms at her sides to hold the strings as much in place as possible and keep the top taught to cover her nipples. But as they approached the final stationary camera, and after checking to be sure the was no one else in the immediate vicinity, Brenda raised her arms over her head and danced around three hundred sixty degrees, letting her tits hang and bounce freely. A car horn and catcall coming from the street made her grab her top and pull it quickly over her breasts. They continued on up the street, across in front of the library and up to Brenda's car without further incident, other than several other cars honking their appreciation at the barely clad, lovely females strutting across before them at the stop light. "Set down a towel or something on the seat before you sit down," Brenda told Wynona as they at long last reached the car. "Well, now that we're here," Kimberly announced, "there is one final change of clothing before we go. Both of you strip completely naked, put your clothes in the trunk and then get in the car." "Don't you ever have to get naked?" Wynona asked her. "That's not what I'm being paid for, sweet lips." "Sweet lips, oh cute. And Rajiv wants to taste test me." "Well," Brenda said with a shrug as she opened the trunk, "maybe you should let him. I mean, these poor guys film us all day doing sexy stuff and they never get to participate. They just have to stand around and watch while we get to cum. It must be awfully hard for them." "Hey, that's the business they're in," Kimberly smirked. When the trunk was closed and both women approached the car doors totally nude, the sound of another car turning up the street caught them by surprise. "Woo!" called a guy who leaned out of the front passenger window. Brenda stood motionless, hands on her own door handle, and watched in horror. The oncoming car seemed to have three or maybe four guys in it. As it whooshed past her, one of the guys on the passenger side reached out and slapped her ass, which caused her to jump which caused her uncovered breasts to bounce freely. "Get in, quick!" Kimberly barked. Brenda opened her door and slid quickly into her seat. Closing her door, she reached across to unlock the door for Wynona and Kimberly standing on the sidewalk. Wynona tried to get in first to minimize her humiliation, but Kimberly pulled her back. "Hold it toots, I can't get in the back if you get in the front first." "Then I'll get in the back," Wynona said hurriedly. She pulled up on the seat, bent and went head first into the back seat. Kimberly shrugged, pushed the front seat back and stepped in. By now Brenda was revving the engine and as soon as Kimberly's door was closed she floored the gas. Her old car squealed and burned rubber as it raced away from the curb. "Stop it or we'll get a ticket!" Wynona shouted from the back seat. "And I REALLY don't want a cop stopping us right now, you know?" At the end of the block, the car with the four guys was stopped waiting at the intersection. All four guys had their heads and arms out the windows. Brenda pulled up behind them and honked her horn. "Woo! Hey baby, where do you live?" one of the guys yelled. Another shouted out for the women to follow them for a good time. Then they pulled away from the stop sign and slowly turned onto the cross street. Kimberly said to ignore them and go straight, but to go the speed limit this time. "God, he smacked my ass really hard," Brenda complained, fidgeting in her seat. "Well, they were going about twenty miles an hour at the time. I'm sure he would have been more gentle if he'd had the time," Kimberly laughed. "Yeah, you know how gentle teen boys are," Wynona said sarcastically. "Tear your bra off and paw at your boobs like a dog." "Just go nice and easy," Kimberly continued. "I'll direct you through a couple of side streets to get where we're going and with any luck they won't try to follow us. If they do, we'll have the whole crew there to scare them off." Brenda glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled. "Gee Wyn, isn't this the kind of glamorous life you always dreamed of when you were a girl?" Chapter 38 "So how did the two of you meet?" Kimberly asked as Brenda drove, naked, toward the local safe house the studio had rented for their use that day. Kimberly's camera was on, the battery pack and memory card having been swapped out moments before with spares she carried in her purse. "You don't know? I'm kind of surprised you don't know," Brenda commented, glancing across at her show's second unit director and backup camera operator. "It was during one of the first days of shooting for this show. Roger -- I think it was Roger, maybe it was Ivan -- had me stop at a gas station after I'd lost my panties in a bit of an accident with a garage door." She flushed pink as she remembered the embarrassment she'd felt that day and related it to how she was feeling this day, driving around totally naked after strutting through town in skimpy, sometimes nonexistent, clothes and giving a blow job to a stranger. "We kind of bumped into each other," Wynona finished for her. "Since I'm a writer, I wanted to know what was up with her running around like that -- I wanted to get her story, so I asked her to meet me for lunch the next day. I was pretty surprised when she actually showed up." "Hey, I was there first. You were late," Brenda stated. Kimberly asked, "So you were at a gas station running around bottomless?" "Not exactly 'running around', but I did have to go inside to pay and stand there while I pumped." "How's your gas looking right now?" Kimberly asked, leaning across to read the gauge. "About a third of a tank," Brenda said without thinking. Suddenly her eyes went wide with comprehension. "No! You cannot ask me to do that now. Not when I have nothing at all to wear. No!" Kimberly defended her undeclared decision. "Hey, c'mon now. You were completely naked on a busy street corner with your butt in the air an hour ago." "I'll do it," Wynona said quietly from the back seat. Brenda shot back at Kimberly, "That was an accident. If that thin strip of denim you called shorts had actually been my size that wouldn't have happened." "Maybe, and that's precisely why they were two sizes too small for you. The whole idea was to get you exposed and you we got some great footage from that. You won't be any less covered at the gas station than you were on that corner -- or than you are right now driving naked where anyone in a van or truck can look down and see everything you've got. And you ASKED two strange men to feel your breasts in the store." "I'll get the gas," Wynona said, a little louder this time. "What was that, hon?" Kimberly said, turning her head and her camera to view the woman in the back seat. "I said I'll get out and get the gas. But I'll need money. I can't give blow jobs as payment all day, nor would I want to. I'm pretty sure the oil companies will insist on money." "Just be sure to have a good story for why you're totally naked," Brenda warned. "Oh, she can just say it's a promotional stunt for Channel 69," Kimberly suggested. "As employees of the company you'll be covered legally for anything we're paying you to do. It's in your contracts." "That's right," Brenda agreed. "It was in my contract, anyway." "No, I have my own ideas. I am a writer, after all." Brenda passed two gas stations because they were too crowded. The third one had only one old rust red pickup truck at one pump and an entire island free. She pulled in and stopped on the side most out of view from the street, even though it made Wynona's trip to the cashier window a bit longer. "How much to fill it up?" Kimberly asked. Brenda mulled it over while looking at the extortionist prices posted on the sign near the station's driveway. "About seventeen bucks should fill it." Kimberly dug through her purse and produced a ten and two fives, then thought better of it and fished around until she found a second ten dollar bill. She handed both to Wynona and made a point of saying, "I expect change back." She then opened her door and stepped out, pulled the seat forward and held her camera's view finder to her eye to be sure she had a good angle as Wynona stepped out from the back seat in all her milky white naked splendor. "Do you shave your pussy because it proves your hair isn't naturally purple?" she asked with a hint of a laugh. "No, I find it helps me feel more during sex," Wynona replied, standing for a moment by the open door, two tens clutched in her right hand. "Are you going to follow me in?" "No, that would give it all away, wouldn't it? I mean, yeah I'd love to get that on camera, but you said you don't want to use the promo stunt explanation so I don't want to spoil whatever else you have in mind." Wynona nodded, took a deep breath, turned and strode with a stockpile of false confidence toward the small building across the oily concrete. She grimaced at the slick feel under her bare feet and wished she'd been allowed to keep on her shoes instead of locking them in the trunk. She understood now why Brenda had slipped and nearly fallen, allowing Wynona to catch her and help her to her feet, that first day they'd met. Today was her chance to give back to Brenda and the studio for the opportunity of a lifetime which had opened up to her on that day. She wanted to prove to herself and especially to Brenda that she was just as comfortable and driven as her friend. Wynona arrived at the cashier window to find a sign propped up just inside the glass telling her to pay cashier inside. She stepped to her right a few feet and pulled open the door, which wasn't as heavy as it looked, and walked inside. The room was warm and dimly lit, filled with hanging displays of beef jerky and candy bars. Between her and the cashier was another plate of glass atop a four foot wood paneled counter, and most of the view was blocked by stacks of cartons of cigarettes which were kept behind the glass. A small metal tray set into the top of the counter allowed passage of money and goods through the barricade. Wynona's confidence in her ability to charm the attendant cracked slightly as she discovered a middle-aged, graying and heavy-set woman standing behind the counter. Wynona pushed her money into the metal tray and took a breath to keep her voice from cracking. "Seventeen on, um... I think it was pump two." The attendant took the money and counted it. She rang it up on the register and began counting out change, still looking down. "Where's your clothes?" she questioned flatly. The looking up as she passed the three dollars change back through the tray she asked, "and are you okay? Do you need help?" Wynona tried to play it cool and pretend that absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary. "No no. Oh, you mean this? It's nothing. I'm just a, uh, naturist. We're not allowed to wear clothes on weekends. It's a spiritual thing. But I needed to gas up my car and had no choice." The women behind the counter crossed her arms and laid them on the paneled surface. "Are you serious? If you need the police just tell me; if you're in some kind of trouble." "No really, it's nothing like that," Wynona laughed. "I can understand you being upset with me like this. I'll be out of your station as soon as I'm gassed up." "Don't say I didn't offer," the woman said and turned away from the window. Wynona intentionally took her time leaving the building, so as not to seem too desperate to get out, and made her way quite calmly and leisurely back to Brenda's car. She heard a series of horn blasts from behind her and turned her head to see a car pulling in from the street and moving toward the side island of pumps where she was headed. She smiled but continued her leisurely pace. By the time she reached their pump, the other car was pulling to a stop just across the island from them. The horn blasted again. Wynona took a step back, coming out of hiding from behind the tall pump, and saw a man getting out of the other car's driver's side. Looking down a bit she saw there was a woman sitting in the passenger seat. The woman rolled down her window and spoke out to Wynona. "Don't mind my husband, he's a pig. I told him he was rude to be honking at you but he just keeps doing it." "Just letting her know I appreciate the beauty of the female form," the man said as she pulled some bills from his wallet and watched Wynona with one eye. "Like I said, he's a pig. Now what's your story?" Wynona had unscrewed the gas cap and laid it on the raised slab of concrete around the pump and was just putting the nozzle into the tank. "Who me? No story. Well, actually I'm a nudist. My sister, too," she said, pointing toward the driver's seat, all that was blocked from view by the pump. "I see," the woman replied. "But couldn't you get arrested going around like that?" Wynona shrugged, looking away into the distance. A breeze had picked up and caused her hair to flutter up and out behind her. "I suppose I could, but I haven't yet. Maybe I'm just lucky." Turning back to the woman, and seeing her husband was no longer standing nearby, she said to the woman, "you don't seem to mind. I"m surprised." "Well I can't say that I approve, but if it's harmless and it makes you happy, then I believe you're entitled to it." "Hm. If only more people had your sensibility; we wouldn't be outcast and made to pursue our freedoms in walled off colonies." "Well don't ever let them take away your freedom," the woman said. Wynona smiled. When the man returned to pump his gas and carry on pretty much the same line of questioning with the nude girl, Wynona was finishing up with the gas. She replaced the nozzle into the pump, bent to retrieve the gas cap and replaced that into the gas tank. Kimberly had remained obscured from view behind the pump and kept her camera panning up and down, up and down Wynona's fabulous, naked body which she was making no attempts to cover up. Wynona threw Kimberly for a loop, though, by not getting right into the car. Instead she walked to the far end of the island and pulled a window squeegee from its pail of murky water. She sauntered around to Brenda's door and stretched out across the windshield, first rubbing the glass with the wet sponge, which caused her pert little tits to shake enticingly for Brenda's enjoyment and Kimberly's well positioned camera, then flipped the squeegee over and used the rubber wiper blade to scrape the water and some dirt off the glass. The size of the windshield required her to scrape three times and she had to walk back around to the passenger side to finish the job because she could not reach all the way across the car from one side. With the front window done, Wynona returned the squeegee to its pail and threw Kimberly for another loop by pulling it out again -- and mind you since the pail was about three feet past the pump Wynona was standing out in the open while doing this -- and walked to the back of Brenda's car to wash and wipe the rear window. The man still pumping gas across the island said, "I sure as shit know that your sign is Dangerous Curves." He laughed and Wynona laughed with him. She'd heard that line before, but never in connection with her. It felt good -- empowering -- to be the one in control this time and to be getting one hundred percent of the attention. Brenda, Wynona noticed through the rear window as it was coming clean, was busy applying makeup in front of a mirror on the inside of her sun visor. She liked the people in the other car so decided not to go stand there showing off for the husband. Instead, after returning the squeegee to its bucket for real, Wynona strode back to the passenger door and went head first into the back seat, followed by Kimberly with her camera still shooting. Chapter 39 On returning home from their day of parading around in next to nothing and sometimes quite literally nothing, Brenda saw that the mail had come. As she was still completely naked, both her and Wynona's clothes being locked up in the trunk of the car, Brenda pulled up to the curb on the wrong side of her street and reached through the window to pulled the mail from the box. She then turned into the drive way and into the garage, where she pushed the remote to lower the garage door before getting out. Once in the safety and comfort of her own home, Brenda saw there was a letter from Arnold Griffith, the Channel 69 studio owner. "You mind if I go up and shower?" Wynona asked. "No, no go right ahead," Brenda said while tearing open the envelope. "I suppose you'll want to come up and film me?" Wynona said snidely to Kimberly. "Nah, we've had enough fun for one day with you two. I should be getting back to the studio to download my video to the editor." Kimberly went out the front door as Wynona went up the steps to the master bathroom. Brenda sat down heavily in one of the wooden kitchen chairs. She was hot and sweaty and tired and still somewhat turned on from the day's experiences. "Are you coming?" Wynona called down from the top of the stairs. Brenda shouted up, "You go on ahead. I"m too tired right now." She removed and unfolded the paper from inside the envelope. What she read were Mr. Griffith's plans and recommendations for the next phase in the show's progress. Based on viewer feedback and write-in dares, once a week Brenda would have to perform one dare chosen at random from a bin they were setting up in the studio. She would also have to spin the Wheel o' Cum which lists various things to be done with semen and then do that thing on camera at some time during the week. Arnold wanted Brenda and Wynona both in his office on Monday morning for the first drawing and spin of the wheel. He also wanted Brenda's sign-off on the random selections to be sure they were both sexy enough but within the bounds of what she was under contract to do. After thinking of all the silly things she might be asked to do, Brenda stood and pulled herself up the flight of stairs. She had heard the shower stop some time ago but Wynona had not come down. Brenda stepped gingerly into the door of her bedroom. Since she and Jim lived alone, there had never been a need for an actual door into their bedroom, so she was able to pad soundlessly over the thick carpet. She heard a faint moan or maybe a whimper coming from the area of her new four post king size canopy bed which the studio had bought for her on the condition that she do some shots for the show on or in that bed. The gauzy blue veil was pulled around the bed and all the lights were off, so she could only just make out a vague form in the bed by the afternoon light seeping in through the window curtains. Brenda moved very slowly, walking just on the balls of her feet as she moved gracefully across the room to get a better view from the other side of the bed where the light would be behind her. As she passed the foot of the bed she heard another moan and another sound which could only be described as 'wet'. Getting the light behind her, Brenda peered through the lacy veil and could now see Wynona, foxy little tart that she was, engaged in some serious self-loving. Lying in the middle of the bed with both big fluffy pillows to either side of her head, the twenty-four year old vixen was completely naked with one hand raised to her face, index finger across the width of her mouth apparently to stifle her moans, and the other hand rubbing in broad circles around her clitoris. Wynona's legs were bent outward, displaying her full shaved mound to the world as her hand worked steadily and with practiced ease. The sound of wetness came again to Brenda's ears and she realized Wynona's slit must be sopping wet. After getting a blow job from Brenda, Jim would sometimes take his cock in his own hand and jerk off onto her face and the sound of his hand over his saliva slick dick made a similar sound. Brenda stood transfixed as she watched her relatively new but already very intimate friend get off in her bed. Brenda wondered whether Wynona was thinking about her, about Jim or just about their exploits earlier in the day. For many minutes the scene played out just like that, and as Wynona's excitement rose her hips began to rise up to meet her hand and she had to force herself back onto the bed. By the end of about three minutes she was arching her back high off the bed and rubbing her pussy faster and more furiously. The wetness was becoming apparent to Brenda as it ran down Wynona's clenched thighs, into the crack of her ass and ultimately into Brenda and Jim's bed spread. The smell of her arousal was also becoming quite clear to Brenda, and her own heat was beginning to rise in response. But she dared not move or make a sound. The scene before her, a scene she herself had made for the camera on the day she'd first met Wynona, was too terrific and primal. Wynona was a woman truly possessed by sexual need and Brenda could not bring herself to end it by startling her. Ultimately Brenda didn't have to startle her, because both women were suddenly scared out of their skin by the sound of a man's voice in the doorway. "Hello love, what's this?" It was Jim Young, home from wherever it was he'd been all day (Brenda hadn't even thought about why the house was empty when she'd gotten home). Jim moved quickly to the bed and pulled the veil open. "Mind if I join y-- you're not Brenda! What the fuck?!" Wynona lay motionless, her eyes wide as serving platters, with a stream of female ejaculation running down the crack of her ass and spreading out over the bed covers. Jim looked around the room in equal surprise, eventually seeing Brenda hiding in the shadows of the corner. Brenda stepped forward, deciding to take the hard approach with Jim. "So you wanted to join her in bed? Well go on. This is your big chance." "No no, it's not like that. I thought-- I didn't know-- what's she doing in our bed?" "No, it's alright. I know you've had your eyes on her for a while. Just go ahead and help her finish what she's started. I'll be in the other room when you two are done." "Brenda, no. Come here. This isn't what it looks like. I thought she was you. I couldn't see who it was. I never thought--" "It's only fair to Wynona to help get her off. She's been trying so hard but she needs a man inside her," Brenda said, brushing Jim's hands away and stepping out into the hall. "If you want to be with her, this is your chance. I won't give you another. You have my complete consent this one time." With that she rushed down the stairs, fearing that Jim would give in and give that little slut Wynona the ride of her life. She began to seethe at the tramp making herself cum in Brenda's bed and laying there all exposed for Jim. And Jim with an obvious hard-on standing there staring down at her. As she stood staring out the side window of the kitchen, Brenda felt a pair of masculine arms wrap themselves around her slim belly. A moment later Jim's lips were on the back of her neck, which always got her crazy with lust. He pulled her hair aside to kiss across the back of her neck and around the side, then up the back curve of her jaw to her ear where he began to nibble her earlobe. "You know you're the only woman for me," he whispered in hot, heavy breaths. Brenda reached down to take his hands in hers and lift them to her breasts, which he squeeze tenderly before the uncovered window. "The guy next door is watching us." Brenda's eyes shot open. The guy next door, the nice middle aged man whose wife had died in the past few years, had been the one who helped her in through this same window on the day she'd been locked out while wearing nothing but a skimpy white frock. In the past months that she'd been taking more dares and becoming more comfortable with lying out nude in the back yard, she had thought she'd caught glimpses of him from time to time through one of his windows. She looked upward now to see him clearly standing in his upstairs window watching as Jim fondled Brenda's breasts and her furry brown pussy was completely exposed. Brenda turned in Jim's arms and faced him. "Let's go upstairs and fuck," she said before kissing him on the lips. He briefly wondered why her lips tasted a little salty but guessed it was just her sweat from whatever she had been doing that day. "What about your friend? Shouldn't you help her get off?" "Would you like to see me eat her out?" Brenda asked. "We agreed years ago you wouldn't ask questions that have no right answer," Jim said with a wry smile. "No 'would you remarry if I died' and no 'would you have sex with another woman if I asked you to'." "But I'm quite serious. And I'm not asking you to have sex with her, I'm asking you to have sex with me while I have sex with her." Brenda grinned, biting her lower lip and dancing a little side to side while still holding Jim's hands. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa tonight," Jim said. "If this is really what you want, then I'll go along with it." Brenda broke from his grasp and bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time. "Wynona! Wynona dear, we have a proposition for you." When Brenda reached the doorway to their bedroom, she found Wynona combing her hair. She had put on the clothes she'd come in that morning and looked ready to leave. "Wyn? You don't have to go. We'd like you to stay." "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been doing that. I am SO sorry, Brenda. I mean, I ruined the sanctity of your bed." "Oh nonsense." "And I don't want to make any trouble with you and Jim. I know how much you love him." Wynona cupped the side of Brenda's face in one hand. "Just so you know, it wasn't him I was thinking of." With that Wynona stepped out around Brenda and passed Jim coming up the stairs. "Wynona, are you not staying for dinner?" "No, I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I think I should leave." "But we'd love to have you stay," Jim protested. "Another time," Wynona said, choking down some emotions threatening to boil to the surface. "You're wonderful people. I just hope I haven't ruined our friendship." "Not at all," Jim said, taking the hint and toning down his enthusiasm. He walked Wynona to the door where he reassured her there was nothing to be sorry for. "I'm the one who should be sorry," he said. "I walked in on you unannounced. I should have been more careful. We'd still love to have you over for dinner sometime."