Summer Girl (6 page)

“Shouldn't I wait till I get dressed?” said
Brie.

“I just want to see how you'll look when he
gets you undressed,” Tamera said, sounding a bit winded. Brie slid
the heels on and felt her back arch and her butt thrust out. “Oh
yes, he's going to love that,” said Tamera, adjusting the front of
Brie's stockings and running her hands over Brie's hips. “You look
perfect. Except...”

“What?”

“These stocking need to be pulled up,” Tamera
said, sliding both hands, thumb and forefinger, into the stocking
tops, tugging them upwards on her thigh, then tightening the garter
strap. But when Tamera tightened the rear garters, Brie felt them
dig into her ass. “That's too tight.”

“No, its not,” said Tamera, tightening the
second leg.

“It’s not comfortable.”

“Its not supposed to be. Here—this is how you
can tell if it’s tight enough.” Tamera pulled the garter strap away
from Brie's bottom and let it snap. Crack!

“Oh!” said Brie, feeling a sting.

“See, that's perfect,” said Tamera, pulling
back the second strap and letting it snap. Crack! “See? It needs to
make a sharp crack. That's how you know it’s tight enough.”

“Yes, I see,” said Brie, noticeably winded
The sound of the garters snapping reminded her of Brad's hand
slapping her ass. Her panties were growing damper as she channeled
the sensations of that day, the delicious sting she felt on her
ass. “Do that again, Tamera. For future reference.”

Tamera again pulled back the straps and let
them snap. Crack!

“Yes, Tamera, yes... I think I'm getting the
idea,” said Brie. She couldn't wait to see Brad now. She imagined
his large hands smacking her ass, over and over, not stopping until
she said so.

“Honey, your panties are soaking wet,” said
Tamera staring at Brie's crotch.

“Oh Geeze,” Brie said embarrassed.

“I don't have any other panties that match,
so if you soak these we'll have to undress you and start over with
another set.” Tamera returned from the bathroom with a hair dryer.
Let's try this.” Tamera plugged it in, turned on the switch, aiming
it at Brie's crotch.

“Ouch! That's hot!” said Brie.

“Sorry, sorry...” said Tamera turning down
the heat on the dryer. Brie was now feeling cool air blowing over
her wet panties. She was uncomfortable with this almost
gynecologist-level of intimacy, but the cool air on her pussy felt
nice. Tamera crouched down in front of her, the blow dryer turning
in small circles as Brie laid on her back on the bed, legs spread.
After a few minutes Tamera pulled the dryer away, reached out with
one finger, and touched Brie's pantied crotch, startling her.
“There, that should be dry enough,” said Tamera.

Tamera went to her closet and grabbed a
blouse and a grey business suit. Brie put on a white blouse and
slid on the pencil skirt. It was a little small and Tamera helped
her with the zipper. She could barely walk. “You actually wear this
at work?” Brie exclaimed.

“You get used to it.”

Brie put on the jacket (a little less tight)
and Tamera pulled her hair back in a bun. Tamera took her time
doing Brie's hair and Brie found herself relaxed by Tamera's
efforts.

“Okay, here we go,” Tamera said twenty
minutes later, turning Brie towards the mirror.

Brie looked at herself with her hair pulled
sharply back and liked what she saw. “I feel like the sexy
librarian,” Brie giggled.

“I have some glasses if you want,” said
Tamera.

“I don't wear glasses,” said Brie.

“Wear them around your neck then. That's what
I do sometimes.”

“But you don't wear glasses,” said Brie.

“I know. They're fake. I just like the
look.”

The last element was bright red, gloss
lipstick. Brie slid it around her lips, then puckered, dabbing it
with a Kleenex. “You can't possible wear THIS to work,” said
Brie.

“Maybe not quite that shade... here, stand
up. I want to get a picture. I don't know when I'll ever see you
again like this.” Tamera picked up her phone and clicked a couple
shots. “Turn to the side.” Brie did as told. “Okay, turn around.”
Brie turned around, then turned back to face Tamera. “You look
beautiful,” Tamera said, letting out a breath. “Perfect.”

Tamera went to bed and Brie sat in the living
room, waiting for Brad. She tried to stay dry but after fifteen
minutes she was wet again in anticipation. She looked at the clock
and it read 9:45.

She saw the headlights coming into the
driveway. She stood up, breathing heavily. It had only been days
but it felt like months. She could hear the garage door open and
the soft rumble of Brad's Audi as it entered. Brie thought about a
pose. Hand on hip? One leg forward? No, that would be dumb. Brie
decided that she would just stand at attention. That would be good
enough.

The garage door to the kitchen opened and
Brad stomped inside. She could hear him in the kitchen shuffling
through the mail. Brie thought she better move this along.
“Brad?”

The shuffling of papers stopped and she could
hear his footsteps. He appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her heart
stopped. “Brad!”

“Brie!” He ran to her and lifted her high
above his head. “My God, you have gotten even more beautiful since
I was gone.” He dropped her down and kissed her. She wrapped her
arms around his neck, calling out his name. She could feel his wide
back, his steel chest pushing against her torso. He slid his hands
over her body, resting on her ass. “Where's Tamera?”

“Reading. I guess we're on our own,” said
Brie.

“This outfit—” Brad said, cutting himself off
with more kisses.

“You like it?”

“Let me guess, there's a garter-belt and
stockings under here?”

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves...” Brie
felt her juices flowing again. “We don't need to rush things.” She
stepped back and took off her jacket, slowly undoing her blouse
until it was unbuttoned halfway, her cleavage spilling through the
open V. Brad pushed his mouth against her breasts, sucking and
licking, pulling the bra downwards exposing her nipples and
engulfed them with his mouth. He pulled open the rest of her
blouse, tugging her demi-bra downwards, her breasts fully exposed.
He turned Brie around so she was facing away from him. He yanked
the zipper on the back of her pencil skirt causing it to split
open, revealing her mostly bare ass lined with garters. The skirt
slid down her legs. She turned around, stepping out of the skirt
lying in bundle at her feet, and faced Brad.

He was laughing.

“Did Tamera help you with this?”

“Well, yes,” Brie said.

“I figured this was her idea,” said Brad.
“I'm glad you two are getting along.”

“She said this was your favorite look,” said
Brie.

Brad smiled, “I think she was pulling your
leg.”

“What?” said Brie, her arousal hitting a
wall.

“If you must know, I'm into bikinis and
leotards— oh, and drum majorettes. Mini-dresses and baby doll
dresses also get me hot. And if you’re taking notes, cheerleaders
too.”

“Tamera said that you love garter-belts and
stockings with a business suit,” said Brie.

“Actually, that's what Tamera likes.”

Brie stepped backwards. “What?! What is this
shit?”

“I think this was more for her benefit than
mine,” said Brad still smiling.

Brie pulled at the lingerie, violently
tugging at the bra, garter-belt and panties.

“Brie! What are you doing??” yelled Brad.

“That bitch! She didn't tell me she was
gay!”

“Well, she's bi, actually,” said Brad.

“You didn't tell me any of that?!” Brie
yelled.

“Brie, calm down! Calm down!” said Brad,
grabbing her arms and holding her against the wall.

“What's wrong?! What's going on here?!” It
was Tamera, standing in the hallway in a nightshirt.

“Were you going to tell me that you liked
girls?!” said Brie, “Don't you think that’s something you should
have told me?! Like maybe when you offered me the job?!”

“Would it have really made a difference?”
said Tamera.

“You're using Brad to get to me, aren't
you?!” said Brie.

“This coming from a girl whom I’m letting
fuck my husband?” said Tamera.

“My wife doesn't need my help in getting
girlfriends, Brie,” said Brad in a resigned tone.

“You two are so fucked up!” Brie said,
storming past them. “I am done! I am out of here!” She slammed her
bedroom door behind her and kicking off her heels. Once inside Brie
opened the closet, pulled out her suitcase and started pulling her
things from the dresser drawers and tossing them in her luggage,
things she had put away just the day before.

Brad burst through the door. “Have you lost
your mind?!” he yelled.

“I thought I locked that.”

“Are you THAT offended that my wife is
attracted to you?”

“Yes! Because you didn't tell me about it!
Don’t you get that?” You guys are so open about everything else!
Why weren't you open about that?! Could it be because you knew I
wouldn’t take the job?!

“Yes,” said Brad.

Brie dropped the suitcase to the floor.
“Finally. Honesty.”

Brad walked up to Brie and picked her up. “I
missed you.”

Brad carried Brie out of the room and down
the hall towards his bedroom. “Where are we going, Brad? I told you
I don't like girls!”

“You don't have to.”

He pushed open the bedroom door just as
Tamera was getting into bed. “Brad, what are you doing?” Brad
dropped Brie on the bed next to her. He undid his pants, sliding
them down his legs, revealing his beast of an erection. “We
clearing the air, here,” he said as Brie spread her legs and Brad
drove into her.

“You're going to do her here?” said
Tamera.

“Everything is going to be out in the open
from now on. No secrets.”

Brie felt that familiar glow, that delicious
sting as her orgasm built slowly. Tamera was laying right next to
her caressing her face and hair but Brie didn't care. She had
missed Brad so much that he could do her in the grocery store
parking lot and she wouldn't care. His grey eyes stared down at
her, his dark hair partially covering his face. “Brie gets to come
this time, Brad,” said Tamera. “Your needs come second.”

Brad's arms flexed, his veins snaking over
the top of his biceps and his abs looking like rebar. His pelvis
jerked back and forth as if it was steam-powered, drilling Brie
with such fury that she wondered if he were mad. But if this was
anger, Brie wanted more of it. Because, finally, she was
coming.

Brie let out a wail, body twitching and
shaking with orgasm, Brad's fire hose not letting up, drilling and
drilling, focusing on Brie's pleasure— thirty seconds, a minute,
two minutes, Brie was still going. Brie could tell by her face that
Brad couldn't last much longer, “Go ahead Hun,” said Brie looking
into his eyes.

Brad pulled out, his cock suspended in front
of her. In an instant, thick ropey streams of cream were spraying
across her, spinning through the air, hitting Brie in the face, one
after the other, some landing on the sheets, most covering Brie's
face, breasts and stomach. In the afterglow of her own spectacular
orgasm, Brie was content to lay there patiently as Brad exhausted
himself on her.

“I'm not licking that off, if that was what
you’re thinking,” Tamera said.

“I can hope, can't I,” Brad said collapsing
on top of Brie.

Tamera reached over and scooped a dollop of
cum off Brie's face and licked her finger. Tamera got up, returning
and patiently wiping off Brie with a damp towel. “Are you still mad
at me?” said Tamera.

“I don’t think I could be mad at anybody
right now,” said Brie.

The windows were open and the boat noise was
loud. The lake was filled with watercraft. Brad was at his desk in
his office, hanging up from a call. “Hey, Brie... Tamera just
texted me asking if someone can bring her a beer.”

“Where is she?” said Brie.

“Can't you tell?” said Brad.

“Uh, no.”

“Don't you hear all that boat traffic?”

Brie listened for a moment and noticed that
the traffic on the lake was louder than usual. “Okay, yeah.
So?”

“Tamera is lying in the hammock down by the
dock. Anytime she's down there the boat traffic on our shore goes
up five-fold.”

“Are you serious?”

“Here, she likes Pabst,” Brad said handing
Brie the beer. “Now don't you touch this— you're not of legal age,”
Brad said, grinning.

“Oh. I see,” said Brie. “I can be your
live-in, fuck-bunny but I can't drink?” said Brie, squeezing Brad's
ass.

“No, and if you do, I'm calling the police,”
Brad said, grabbing her waist, kissing her just on the lips no
tongue, leaving Brie wanting more. “I'm going to the store and
getting some dinner for tonight,” he said, cruelly breaking away
from Brie and grabbing his keys.

Brie walked down the hill to the lake with
Tamera's beer. She could see Tamera stretched out in a green bikini
in a hammock at the end of their dock, reading. Multiple boat wakes
collided with each other, creating interference patterns, turning
the water into a frothing foam. Tamera was lying on her side and
the boats were coming remarkably close to get a view. Tamera waved
to one boat and then went back to reading.

Brie reached the bottom of the dock.
“Tamera!” Brie waved. “I got you your beer.”

Tamera stood up, her statuesque frame now
even more on display, yelling out, “Thank you, Brie! What
service!”

Brie continued walking as a water skier arced
towards the dock, making a sharp turn, then abruptly pulling away,
covering Tamera in spray and knocking her into the water.

“Tamera!” Brie yelled, running down the dock
and jumping in the water. She could see Tamera's head bobbing below
the surface, her arms were moving sluggishly.