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Living in a House Full of Girls By Amy Brett (part 2) Friday night Eric called Michelle and they talked for a while before she came back to watch TV with me and Jo and Mary. "He asked me out tomorrow night," she said to me when she sat down. "Dinner and a movie or something." "What did you say?" I asked. "I told him I would. Okay?" I shrugged. I hadn't thought about it but it really was okay with me. "Sure. If you want to." In bed that night, she seemed more worried about my reaction to her date. Since I really thought it was okay and wasn't jealous or anything, I finally got it through to her that it was okay. Of course we made love after we talked and I knew she'd be back to me the next night to make love again. The next morning Phil dropped us off at the mall before she took Pat to the train to go home for the weekend. She lived in Monterrey or somewhere south and hadn't been home in months. After work, we went home and watched a video movie and then I helped Michelle get ready for her date. I'd just realized that it was the first date she'd been on since I'd known her. She said she'd only gone out once before, to a movie with a bunch of kids, when she was in 8th grade. We couldn't decide if that had really been a date or not. Probably not. She was really excited and the excitement lasted at least until Eric picked her up at six. When I went into the living room after she left, I realized only Phil was here right now. Jo had gone to a friend's for the evening, Mary was on the north coast somewhere for a swimsuit modeling job, and Doris was working late on a project with a couple of her lawyers. I was still careful around Phil, even though she seemed to only do funny things once in a while and mostly was just pleasant. We ordered a pizza and shared it around the coffee table as we watched another video movie. On the weekends, I usually wore a shirt or blouse and a loose skirt because a skirt was a lot more comfortable for me than pants or shorts that I had to tuck up in. At least I could wear flat shoes instead of heels on the weekends and I didn't have to wear pantyhose. After the movie, I went up to our room to get a book and then couldn't decide whether to go back downstairs or just stay in the room and read until Michelle got home. I was still trying to decide when I heard Phil come up. That sort of made my decision. If she was going to bed, there wasn't much reason to go back downstairs to keep her company. "Hey, Amy?" I heard her call. "Yeah, Phil." "Could you give me a hand?" I dropped my book on the bed and went into the hall. "Sure. What do you need?" I went into her room. I'd never been in her and Pat's room before. They'd decorated it pretty nice, with a curtain to cover their clothes and three dolls on the dresser instead of cosmetics and things. They had a really pretty bedspread. "Oh. You've never been in here before, have you?" "Huh uh," I said. "So. Here it is. Home sweet home." "It's pretty." "Mostly Pat's doing. She likes the frilly things. I don't care much." "It's still pretty." "Thanks." She seemed genuinely pleased that I approved. "What do you need." "Well, there's something over here," she said, looking down beside the far side of the bed. They had a little more room than we did and the bed was away from the walls on both sides. She was looking down the other side. It was still pretty narrow on the other side where she was standing so I cut across the bed and looked down the far side where her attention was. "What? I don't see anything." I couldn't see for her shadow or whatever but I was thinking it was probably a spider or something. I didn't particularly like them any better than most people so I was being cautious. "Just this," she said and put something around my left wrist. When I lifted up my arm to see what it was, it looked like some sort of wide band and it was hooked to a chain that went to the brass headboard. "Wait," I said as she put something around my right wrist from behind me as she stood at the other side of the bed. Then she pulled and I saw her hook the other end of it to the headboard over there. "What are you doing, Phil?" She laughed kind of evilly. I had to lean back against the headboard, sitting funny on my legs, to look at her and to just be comfortable with my arms spread like that. "Amy, my sweet," she said. "The day you and Michelle walked into the house, I knew I wanted to do a little more than play house." "Phil! What do you mean?" "I mean I like girls. I particularly like cute, young, blond, beautiful little girls. Like you." "I don't understand." I really didn't. "I'll explain. You know that Pat and I are ... very close friends." "Uh huh." Much more than that, I knew. You couldn't live next door to someone for three months and not hear a little of what went on in the other room. Michelle and I had listened to them make love with each other several times. And I was pretty sure they'd heard us, too. "Very very close friends. Lovers, actually." I nodded. "Well, what you might not know is that we've never been exclusive. It's not like we're married to each other or anything. We both date sometimes." She walked around the bed as she talked, her heels clicking on the floor as she did. She liked to wear very tight jeans, men's styled shirts and high heels. "I don't mean that we're lesbians, though we both date girls sometimes and make love to each other, but we go out with guys, too. You know that. Actually, we're bisexuals and we like to be with all sorts of people. "Now, I know what you're thinking. We're not exclusive with each other at all. When we're together that's great, but Pat wouldn't mind a bit that I like you, too." She looked at me again with my arms spread "Listen," she said as she leaned on the foot of the bed and showed me her considerable cleavage. "What I'm going to do is make love to you. Because you're very desirable. And I think you're going to like it very very much. Okay?" "N-no!" I said. "What?" "No! I don't want to make love with you." "Oh come on. It's not like you're a virgin or anything. Pat and I lay here and listen to you and Michelle going at it every night. And you're not married either. After all, she's out with a guy tonight. Right?" God, I was scared. If she did anything with me, she was going to find out. And if she found out, I was out on the street. She could probably even turn me over to the police or something. I could only shake my head and hope that it would work. "Please. I want to leave now." "Well, you've been torturing me for a long time now," she said. "You're one of the cutest girls I've ever known. And all that messing around in the next room every night. I've just got to satisfy my curiosity." She put up her hand as I started to say something else. "I'm not going to take no for an answer and that's all there is to it. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it as much as I will. But I'll tell you for sure. It is going to happen. Whether you want it to or not." "No!" I said again. "Oh, yes." She climbed onto the bed with me and pulled me down toward the foot. Luckily, my skirt pulled up between my legs as she did it but I didn't like being at this sort of disadvantage. I couldn't even fight back with my hands pulled out to my sides and firmly fastened. I kicked but immediately felt another one of those bands go around my ankle and heard the click as it was fastened to the foot of the bed. It was only a second later when the other ankle was fastened firmly. "Phil, you don't understand. Please don't do this!" "Oh, no, my sweet. I may never have this opportunity again -- being alone in the house with you. I'm going to take advantage of it and, if something good comes from it, so much the better. If it's only a one time thing, I'll settle for that." She sat down on the edge of the bed at waist level and started to unbutton my shirt, talking all the time as if to hypnotize me. "Have you ever been with an older woman, Amy? We really do know what we're doing better than a youngster like Michelle. I know she's done a lot with you but you've never lived until a knowledgeable woman has made love to you." She pulled the shirt out of my skirt and threw it open. "Please?" I begged. She leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. "There really isn't anything to worry about, sweetheart. I'm not going to do anything you won't love." She had reached around me and undone my bra. I knew it was all over now. She pushed it above my breast forms and I saw her eyes go wide. "Why you little fake," she said with a laugh. "I'll bet this was your problem. Jeez. I should have thought. Great tits! Ha! Someone who works at Frederick's can have tits any size they want. "You know though, sweetie," she lifted one of the silicone forms and looked at me then lifted the other and laid it on a little night stand at the side of the bed. "Lots of us have small breasts -- A and B-cups -- and it looks just fine. Besides, there's nothing wrong with enhancing the look a little like you have." I couldn't believe that she had seen my chest now and she was still talking as if I were a girl and not a boy. "Why, they're small, but nicely shaped and you may even grow into a larger size before you're done growing. You probably have another couple of years." Her fingers had found my nipple and was tweaking and playing with it. It made me squirm with the feeling. I looked down and saw that both of them were swollen a little with the cool air, my nervousness, and her touches. Her lips came down to the one she had not been touching and her tongue flicked across it. Her hand molded to my tiny breast, cupping it and squeezing a little. It felt good, like it did when Michelle did that, but the situation was still terrible. Actually, it didn't just feel good. It felt really really good. Different than with Michelle. Maybe even because of my fear. But I wasn't getting turned on, at least not hard, because I was so afraid still. "See? I told you you'd like it." "Please don't go any further, Phil. Please?" "After going this far? I've just got to, sweetie. You understand." She flipped up my skirt onto my stomach then and I expected her to see what there was to see through the material of my firm panties. But, I guess the combination of her expectations of what she would see and my definitely unexcited condition, allowed her to overlook what was there. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm afraid I have to destroy these panties. But Monday morning I'll let you pick out the cutest ones in the store to replace them. Okay?" She had a pair of scissors and put them in the leghole at one side and cut up to the waistband in two snips. Then she set aside the scissors and smiled at me again. "Now's the big moment for me. I've wanted to see your cute little pussy for months. You're probably not a real blond either. Is that the rest of your secret?" She looked down and pulled the material of the panties down. By a quirk of fate, my penis was soft and to the opposite side. She still didn't see it. "Nope. Just as blond below as above." She smiled and pulled the panties the rest of the way down my leg. She froze and stared at what she'd revealed. "My God!" Her eyes flew to mine and I both fought with tears and blushed with embarrassment. "You're ..." She got up and turned her back to me. "Please, Phil! Don't tell ..." I was interrupted by her loud laughter. "This is rich!" she yelled. "This is unbelievable!" "Please?" "You're a ... a boy! Oh, my God! This is great!" She laughed and walked around the room some more. "All this time. Sharing a shower. Running into you in the hall. Playing touchy feely! Ha!" She was almost doubled up with laughter. "Why?" She turned back to me and looked at the evidence she'd uncovered between my legs. "I'm sorry, Phil. They wouldn't let us in unless we were both girls." "Michelle really is a girl then," I nodded. "Thank God. I'd think I'd gone completely over the edge if she was a boy, too." She had her hands in a sort of prayer position in front of her lips as she looked at me. "No. This is even better," she said to herself because I didn't have the vaguest idea what she was talking about. "Please don't tell, Phil. Or they'll kick us out and we don't have anywhere to go." "The hottest salesgirl Frederick's has ever had and she's a boy! Unbelievable!" "Phil?" "What? Oh," she looked at my face again. "No. Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anybody but Pat and she doesn't care. You'll probably have to help me convince her it's true though. I mean, she won't believe it if I just tell her. I know she won't." She leaned over and kissed my soft penis. I hadn't expected that at all. I was just heaving a sigh of relief at her promise not to tell. "But I want an understanding," she said. I waited. "There are some things I want that I'm sure you'll be more than happy to help me with. Won't you?" "Sure, Phil," I said from my spread-eagled position on the bed. "You like being a girl, don't you?" she said as she crawled, catlike, onto the bed over me. "Yes." "You are a natural. I mean, you've convinced everyone who lives with you every day and half the public who goes to Frederick's." "Everyone seems to believe ... what I am." "Uh huh. Well, you know that it's impossible to be a real girl, no a real woman, until --" she held up a finger, "-- you've gotten laid. That's no kidding now. Even a girl isn't sure of her sex until she gets fucked the first time. Then she's either sold on it or takes steps to give it up as a bad risk." "Really?" "Really." "But I can't --" She interrupted with that uplifted finger again. "Ah, but you can," she said. She turned to her nightstand and I heard her rifling around in it. I couldn't see what she was doing. "Okay. Now I'm going to release your legs because we can't do this right otherwise. But if you kick me or resist me too much, we'll just forget everything, I'll have a talk with Mary and Doris when they get back, and you can look for another place to live." "No, please. I don't want that. I wouldn't kick you." "Okay." She took a little key out of her shirt pocket and something clicked at my ankle. The band fell away. She did the same with the other band. "Now this is about the same thing I'd planned to do if you'd been the girl I thought you were when we started this." She lifted up the gold headed vibrator she'd bought from me the first week or so I worked at Frederick's. "Do you remember this?" "Uh huh." "Well, this little helper is going to change you from a girl to a woman. Well, boy to a woman possibly. Okay?" I just nodded and watched her. "Okay. Now lift your legs until your knees touch your chest. Yeah, like that. Now spread them a little, that's right. A little further. "Now relax. Particularly where I touch you. Okay?" I nodded again. I didn't know what she was going to do. I felt the really cold liquid first and then the metal of the vibrator. She rubbed it across my asshole then and I almost put my leg down but then I would have kicked her and I said I wouldn't. "No, Phil," I said calmly. "You'll like it if you don't fight it. I guarantee it." My hands were still chained. I knew I didn't have any choice. I winced as she pressed it but I made sure I didn't kick her or lower my legs. Instead, I spread them a little further so it felt more comfortable. "That's it. Okay." She pushed a little harder and I felt a little pain. I tried to relax the muscles there like she'd told me. She pushed harder and I felt the pain and moaned. "Phil, it --" "That's it, sweetheart," she continued and pushed again, harder. It hurt more. "Just relax. There. That's it. Better." She pushed again and it hurt a lot but this time she didn't stop pushing. I could feel it sliding into me and a steady moan came from deep inside me. I couldn't tell how deep the vibrator was in me. I sure knew it hurt though. "That's it! Great! Okay! "Now we can make love, sweetie," she said and, in a motion, pulled her shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were quite small but her nipples were swollen and enormously long. She stripped off her pants the same way, kicking her shoes off as well and she wasn't wearing panties either. "What do you think?" she asked as I looked at her bare front. She didn't have a single hair between her legs. I sort of groaned. I couldn't move anything without the pain shooting up my spine. She came down to me and kissed my lips, delving her tongue deep into my mouth for a moment. Then she sucked on my nipples, first one and then the other, biting them just a little. That felt good. She moved up my body then until her long nipple dangled over my mouth and slowly lowered it until I could take it. "Suck on it. Yes, that's it. Suck hard." Her hard body vibrated with the feeling of it as I sucked. "That's it. I can't stand it any more. I've got to fuck you now." She turned and put one knee on either side of my chest upside down. Her glistening, bare pussy was only inches above my mouth. Then she lowered her own mouth to my penis, taking it all inside and sucking on it. Immediately, my body tensed and I felt the vibrator in my ass again. I could have screamed if her clean-shaven pussy hadn't come down on my mouth just then. It tasted strong and womanly, unlike Michelle's sweet, young taste. Her mouth on me was also strong, sucking me into her throat and back out. I could feel myself getting ready to come right then but she put her arms over my uplifted thighs, holding me spread still further, and grabbed hold of the vibrator. That distracted me at just the right moment to save my instant orgasm. Then she started fucking me, pulling the long metal rod out and then pressing it far back inside, pulling it out, and far back in. All the time her head was pistoning on my penis. I sucked her harder and harder, swallowing the amounts of juice she was producing. I screamed into her covering pussy and she felt and heard me and knew I was over the top. She flicked on the motor of the vibrator and sucked me even harder than before. I came deep in her mouth and every time I thought I was finished, she'd start rapidly fucking me with the vibrating rod in my ass. I'd come again. Chapter 10 SHE SUCKED ME dry and covered my face with her juices before she finally raised herself and pulled the vibrator out of me. I was so exhausted, I just lay there on her bed for a long time without moving. When I finally regained myself, I looked up at her. She was just sitting there rubbing my naked leg and smiling. She didn't speak until my eyes opened and I returned her smile. "I told you," she said. "You did love it didn't you?" I could only nod my head. "And you know what?" I shook my head, still having trouble focusing my eyes. "When I tell you other things we're going to do, you'll enjoy them every bit as much." "Other things?" I croaked through my dry throat. "Other things," she stated. "Now when we do these 'other' things, it can either be like this again, with your arms or legs chained, or it can be with your help. I think you'd rather it was with your help but it can be this way if you want. Do you understand?" "Yes." I did. Either I was going to help her with things she wanted to do or she'd force me. One way or the other, it appeared I was going to be doing more things with Phillis. I looked at her, remembering what she'd done to me and how wonderful it had felt, and decided I really didn't mind. "So you're not going to tell Mary and Doris about me?" "No, Amy. I want you around." Her eyes shown but I didn't know if it was mischief or evil or just the thought of fun. "There are some other very good things about tonight, Amy. Have you thought?" "No, what?" "After we tell Patty, you won't have to worry about being discovered in the bathroom or the shower any more because we'll all know about it up here. And the other good part is that, when we tell Michelle, no one will have to worry about making a little noise while we're making love. As long as we don't go crazy and attract attention downstairs." "Oh, yeah," I said. She leaned over me, her nipple only a couple of inches from my nose, and undid the strap on my left wrist. I was really tempted to suck it again but I didn't. I just watched it bounce around and kept watching as she undid the other restraint on my right arm. "Get dressed and come back downstairs, okay sweetie?" I nodded. I watched, a little astonished, as she stepped into her pants and shoes almost in a single motion and swung her shirt onto her arms all at the same time. She hadn't zipped her pants or buttoned her shirt as she left the room but she was close to being dressed in that about two second exhibition. I dressed more slowly and carefully then went to my room and got a new pair of panties and brushed my long hair before I went downstairs. * * * When I sat down on the couch with a cold drink in my hand, she got up and sat close beside me. "It's okay, baby," she said, brushing stray strands of hair off the side of my face as she talked. There was another movie on the VCR. "It'll probably be hours before anyone else comes home and when they do, we can hear them in plenty of time." "I know," I said. "It's okay I guess." I was having very strange feelings about all this. She was being very nice but at the same time it was obvious that whatever she wanted, she was going to get. She had all the cards and I could only wait to see how, or if, she played them. "I'll bet I could even get you off again before anyone comes home. How'd you like that, my little boy cunt?" I nodded uncomfortably. "Why, I'll bet you could even get me off, too." She grinned. She looked at me and played with my hair as I finished my drink slowly, watching the movie. I was sitting with my legs crossed at the knees and my hands relaxed on top of my leg. "You're always such a little lady, aren't you my sweet?" I nodded. I tried. She was sitting with her heels up on the couch behind her, turned to pay full attention to me. She held her calf with one hand while the other, resting on her elbow on the back of the couch, played with my hair continuously. She leaned toward me a little and put her hand around my head to pull me a little closer to her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked my lips where I'd replaced my lipstick before I came down and after I'd washed my face. "In your bed, do you sleep on the outside or back against the wall?" I told her and she nodded. She licked my lips again. "Kiss my tongue," she whispered and licked my lips again. It was really strange, but I was getting excited again. I looked at it and kissed it. "That's it. Now suck it like it was a straw." I shaped my lips into a small hole around the tip of it and sucked on it. She'd had it stuck way out but when I did that she brought her lips to mine again and pressed inward with her tongue. I opened my mouth to her and continued to suck on her tongue. She pulled away and sighed, "Yes. I like that. Again." Her mouth returned to mine, her tongue deep into my mouth where I sucked it hungrily. She finally sat back, her fingers returning to their play in my hair and across my cheek and ear as she smiled. "That's it, my little boy cunt. You like me to kiss you, don't you?" "Yes," I said, returning her smile. "I've liked it all tonight." She beamed. "Will you be my little slut now?" she asked. I didn't know what she meant so I shrugged. "Always the lady, aren't we? "Well, to be my little slut now, you must lay your head on the arm of the couch and lay on your back. Okay?" I did it, my legs still off the front of the couch. "Here. These belong in my lap." She guided my legs until they were across her legs. "No. Really, this one belongs up here," she said as she lifted my right leg and put it on the back of the couch, spreading me wide. "And this one should be like this." She pushed my shoe up toward my bottom, my knee going out over the front until my legs were spread wide. I felt very exposed even before she carefully rearranged my skirt onto my stomach. I knew she could see my hardness through the material of my panties but, for some reason, I felt very feminine in this position. She moved toward me until the side of her leg was against my left shin and my right leg was behind her head. "Now we can just watch the movie," she said, placing her attention on the TV screen. I looked at it but it may as well have been a blank wall for all the visual information I got from it. My whole attention was on my legs and the lewd position she'd placed me in on the couch. Her fingers began then to absently move along the inside of my spread thigh, her nails just touching the sensitive skin. Her hand moved randomly along my calf, then the thigh again and again, and my calf again. I still looked at the moving screen as her fingers went between my legs and up the other thigh and back down across my panties. I moaned. The panties were french cut high to my hips so she could touch a lot of skin without touching them hardly at all. Then her fingernails began tracing the edge of one leghole and then the other for a long while as we just stared at the flickering movie. "This is the love scene," she said. I hadn't even realized it but now saw a woman being stripped by the hero and gently laid down on the big bed. He followed her, laying on top of her. Her movements became frenzied as he kissed her and you got the idea that he was doing many things to her beyond what you could see on the screen. Phil's fingers pushed the material of my panties toward the crack of my ass and then into the channel. Then she did the same thing with the other leghole until the material was a narrow string from my balls almost to my waist in back. She continued to watch the love scene on the television as she traced the newly established legholes across my sensitive skin. She looked down just as the tightened material and my increasing excitement forced the head of my penis above the waist of my panties. She grinned and returned her attention to the TV while running her fingernail up and down my penis through the thin material, just flicking the underside of my penis's head at the top of each stroke. I spent more time glancing over my shoulder to ensure no one had come into the room to see me like this, than I did watching the movie. I felt unbelievably exposed lying like this as she played with me. Then her finger went down between my ass cheeks over the thin ribbon of panty stuck there. I could feel her brush past my asshole. Then she pushed the material aside and ran her fingernail over the little pucker for a long time. It was driving me crazy. Just as I thought I couldn't stand it any more, she pressed her finger through the recently loosened sphincter and into me. She kept pressing inward more and more until I felt her other fingers pressing hard against the skin around it. Then she started wiggling it and there was something very sensitive inside there I hadn't felt before. She stroked in and out of me slowly, distractedly, while she watched the movie. Then she slid almost all the way out of me and then pressed back in with two fingers. It made me draw in my breath. It didn't really hurt but it certainly felt like more. She moved both fingers inside me and then started stroking in and out of me again. I couldn't keep my eyes open while she did that and was having a very hard time not panting too loudly and disturbing her concentration on the movie. She put three fingers in me then and that bordered on hurting more than it excited me. She was at least looking at me now while she stroked in and out. She was grinning broadly. I saw her look over her shoulder at the window before I heard the car. Then the engine shut off and she still had her fingers in my ass. "Phil?" I moaned. "Someone's here." "I know," she said. "I wonder if we'll get caught doing this. You're such a slut!" she moaned. I heard the front door open and her hand pulled out of me fast. I rolled a little and pulled my leg off the back of the couch and joined it with the other, pulling down my skirt. My heart was thudding in my chest with fear of discovery. I looked up and saw Doris's back toward me just before she turned. "Hi," she said brightly. "Boy, am I glad to be home. I was afraid those assholes were going to keep me there all night!" "I just hate assholes," Phil said as she looked at her hand and grinned at me. I blushed and felt my heart flutter again. "Yeah, but we got it done anyway and now the pressure's off for a while. Is there anything to drink in the refrigerator?" she said as she headed for the kitchen. She didn't wait for an answer. "I don't hate all assholes," Phil said in a whisper to me when Doris left the room. "I think yours is cute, little boy cunt." She sniffed her fingers that had been inside of me. "Some assholes are sweet," she said. I could only gulp. At least there was one good thing about almost getting caught. I wasn't hard any more. Instead, I ached between my legs all the way into my stomach. Doris came back and sat down in the chair nearest my head on the end of the couch. Phil paused the movie and said, "I need to wash my hands and see if there are some chips or something around." "Yeah, there are. I was tempted but held myself back. Too many calories," Doris said. I stretched my legs out on the couch and found that my stomach hurt worse. I moaned as I sat back up but at least it felt better that way. I'm sure I was holding my stomach when I looked at Doris who was staring at me. "Cramps, honey?" "Yeah, I guess," I said. All of the symptoms of women's periods were common in the house with six women and me. They were cussed and discussed about half the month. Doris and Mary had unusually bad pre- menstrual cramps that tied them up for two or three days each month. "Want me to rub your tummy? Sometimes that helps me," she said. That's all I needed now. "No, no. It's okay. Really." Phil came back into the room with a big bag of potato chips, popped one in her mouth with the same fingers she had had in me a few minutes before, then sucked on each of them as if getting the salt off. She sat down next to me on the couch and munched on chips while we all watched the rest of the movie. My "cramps" went away in another few minutes. * * * Jo came back from her friend's house a little later and sat down to watch the end of the movie and start another. Shortly after it started, Michelle came in the door and sat down beside me. A few minutes later she gave me the sign that she needed to talk and that it was time for bed. We said goodnight to everyone and, when I looked at Phil, she was looking at me strangely from under her eyebrows and with a smile on her lips. She was actually quite beautiful in a hard sort of way. We went upstairs to our room and took turns in the bathroom. As I got undressed, I heard Phil come upstairs and into the bathroom before going into her room. Michelle beat me into bed by just a few seconds and I had to turn the light off and crawl in over her. "I couldn't wait to tell you about my date, Amy. It was so great!" I shifted to get comfortable. I found that my bottom hurt a little from Phil's attentions and it took a little doing. I was dressed in my sleep bra, a nightie that looked like a sort of soft corset, and the panties for it. Michelle had on only her shortie nightgown. She rarely wore panties anymore to bed. "Eric is so nice! He took me out to a really nice place to eat, not too expensive but the food was wonderful. After dinner, he drove out to the city overlook. Do you know where that is? Up on the top of one of the hills, looking down over the city." I was happy for her and found myself smiling into the darkness as she talked. "It's just a beautiful spot and you can see everything from there -- the bridge and the boats and the islands and the bay. We've got to go up there sometime so I can show you." I nodded. "It seems like Eric always has something to talk about and we just talked and talked. Well, after a while, he put his arm around me. When he talked, it seemed like it was right into my ear. I can't tell you how it turned me on but it was a long time before he even kissed me, Amy. And by the time he did, I really wanted him to. I was so glad. "He kisses really good. I've got to show you the way he did it. But he never touched me anywhere except my back when he was holding me. We kissed for a long long time, until the windows in the car were all steamed up, before he brought me home." She seemed truly happy and I was happy for her. "Oh, Amy. I really like him and, if you were around him for a little while, I'll bet you'd like him a lot, too." "We've eaten with Eric and Ted a couple of times a week for months, Michelle. I know him. And I do like him fine." "Yeah. But I mean different. It's different when you go out with a guy and he's all interested in paying attention just to you, you know?" I nodded. I thought I did. Her voice changed then. "But you know what?" She'd turned on her side to me and had her leg over mine again. I shook my head. "He didn't do any of the things to me that you do. I mean, I liked him and liked kissing him but it was altogether different than with us. I could hardly wait to get home." She pumped her middle into my leg a few times. "I just want to make love with you, okay?" I was stirring in my panties and knew that in a few seconds I could be ready for her. I smiled into the darkness, thinking about the ways we could make love tonight. There was a knock on the door and Michelle scrambled away from my side as it opened. Phil came in and shut the door behind her. I groaned inwardly. As she came quickly across the room, I saw that she was wearing a very low cut full length nightgown that had a slit up to the hip. She'd undone her hair for the first time since I'd known her and it hung in dark strings across her shoulder and down across her breasts. The nightgown was so white it almost luminesced where her dark skin and hair didn't cover it or wasn't covered by it. "I'm sorry if I woke you," she said. "But I'm lonely and that room just seems to echo." "Oh, that's okay," Michelle said. "We were just talking for a minute before we went to sleep." I could hear the disappointment in her voice. She'd been ready to make love. "I didn't realize you had such beautiful hair, Phil. It must be three feet long." "Uh huh. I had it cut a couple of months ago. It was clear down to my asshole." Michelle giggled with her. "Why do you always keep it up in that bun? It's really pretty." "Oh, it's just a lot easier to take care of, that's all. Besides, it gets in my way." She was sitting on Michelle's edge of the bed with the naked leg that came out of the slit, curled beside her and the other down on the floor. "I'll bet the girls at the Hair Factory could style it so it isn't so harsh looking and would still be pretty easy to take care of," Michelle said. I'd turned in the bed toward Phil when she sat down and Michelle had back over against me. I could feel the warmth of her bare bottom against my legs and stomach. "Hey, the floor's really cold. Can I get my feet warmed up?" she said then and, unbidden, lifted the covers and crawled underneath. "Feel," she said, putting her foot on Michelle's leg but touching mine as well. It was icy. "Here, I'm crowding you guys." She turned on her side facing us. "Michelle, you go ahead and lay on your back here in the middle and that'll give Amy a little more room. I'll just steal some of your heat." I watched her purposefully put her foot on the inside of Michelle's calf as Michelle returned to her spot on her back. I noticed that Phil's leg was across Michelle's. "Oh, your foot is like ice," Michelle said with a little uncomfortable giggle. I purposely moved up close to Michelle on the other side. "What were you talking about when I interrupted? Oh, your date tonight, I'll bet," she sounded exuberant. I saw her put her hand on Michelle's stomach through the covers. "Uh huh," Michelle said. "Well? How was it? Did he take you someplace nice?" Michelle seemed to relax a little. She was still excited about her date. I noticed that Phil's leg was still over Michelle's. Michelle got into the conversation a little then and mentioned the name of the restaurant. Phil seemed to know it, had been there once, and asked her what she'd had to eat. She said she'd had something else but that her date that night had what Michelle had and she'd tasted it. She got Michelle to relax as she talked again about her date. Phil managed to draw a lot more detail out of Michelle about what Eric had done as they necked on the overlook. Where he touched her and how he did it and what it made her feel like. I noticed how, all the time Michelle talked, Phil stroked her stomach and, during the hottest part of her talk, moved her foot up and down the inside of Michelle's leg. Michelle never protested. She was actually getting quite excited as she went along and Phil was taking advantage of it. I kept wondering how I felt about it. If Phil was trying to seduce Michelle, it appeared she was doing a pretty good job of it. Chapter 11 AS IF SHE were trying to keep up with her, like girl talk about dates seemed to go, Phil told us about her last date. The guy took her to an early movie and then to his apartment. Just as she'd drawn Michelle out, she told about every detail of necking with the guy on his couch. Then, stopping, she let Michelle ask her for what happened next. "Oh, you don't want to know all that. Just say that we went a lot further than you did on your date tonight," Phil said coyly. While Michelle had talked, I'd watched as she moved closer and closer to Michelle until now her entire front was pressed up against Michelle's side, her leg over Michelle's. Michelle was warm as well as being aroused and had pushed the covers down to her waist by now. Phil's hand had been on her stomach, separated from her skin by only the thin nightie, for some time. "Come on, Phillis," Michelle said. "You started it. What did he do then?" "Well, okay. First, while we were on the couch, he started playing with my titties through my dress. You know how I usually don't wear bras. He found out right away and kissed me and played with me until I almost couldn't stand it." I could feel Michelle squirming a little and noticed that Phil's hand had moved up under her breast as she talked. "I was wearing a little low cut dress, my black one that I wore last weekend." Michelle nodded. "He unzipped the back while he was kissing me and the next thing I knew, he was touching my titties directly with his fingers. He did just what I like most." "What's that?" Michelle said breathlessly. Phil demonstrated on herself as she described it. "He took my nipple in his fingers and rolled it around and around until I was really hard. Then, instead of just going like that, he started to pull on it and squeeze, you know. That really gets me excited." She was doing exactly that with her own fingers and Michelle was watching her fingers. Even in the semi-darkness, I could see how hard her nipples were and so could Michelle. She put her hand back on Michelle's front but this time it was over her breast. "Then he lifted up my skirt and put his hand down the front of my pantyhose and stuck his fingers in my pussy. I thought that was about the best thing but then he started rubbing my clit and, just like that, I came." I saw that she was almost demonstrating with her midsection against Michelle's hip as she pumped it against her. "It was a spectacular climax." "Was that it? Did he take you home then?" Michelle asked, wide-eyed. "Oh, no. That was just the start. That's when he took me to his bedroom. He stripped me and I stripped him and then he fucked me until he'd had two climaxes and I lost count of mine." She was breathing hard now with her own story and still squeezing Michelle's breast through the thin material of her nightie. "Oh, I was so hoping that Eric would do that to me tonight," Michelle moaned. "But I guess it's only the first date. Maybe he will another time. If he asks me out again." "I'm sure he will, honey," she said, never stopping her ministrations to Michelle's breast. She kissed her on the cheek as if to comfort her. "Oh. Amy? You should tell Michelle about our evening." I froze. What did she want me to do? "Ah, yeah," I said as Michelle looked at me. "Well, we got a pizza and watched a movie for a while." "That's boring stuff, Amy. Get to the good part." I couldn't look at Michelle, the way she was staring at me as Phil played with her breast. "Well, I came up to find a book to read and was trying to decide whether I should go back downstairs to keep Phil company or just stay here and read when I heard her come up to her room. I decided to just stay up here and read then." "And then what happened, Amy?" Phil said, forcing me. "Well," I began, flushing and wondering how to get around this. "Phil yelled and asked if I could help her so I went into their room. It's really pretty, Michelle." "Thanks. But what happened then?" she asked again. Prodding me. "Well, she was looking at something behind the bed so I went to look --" "Crawled across my bed." "Uh huh." "And then what happened, Amy?" "Well, you put some kind of band or something around my wrist." "Yeah. They're called soft restraints because they're fur lined. Very comfortable." Her hand was still rubbing Michelle's breast and I could feel Michelle's eyes on me. "I couldn't figure out what she was doing, so when she went around the bed, I watched her and tried to get my hand free." "And then?" "She put another band around my other hand -- wrist." "I have a brass bed and they're fastened to the headboard," she explained. "What then, Amy?" "She unbuttoned my shirt and then took off my bra." Michelle drew in her breath. "She took away my breast forms." She drew it in again. "Amy's such a little faker," Phil said. "I told her she had a cute little pair of titties without having to fool everybody with those plastic things." Michelle was looking from one to the other of us as we each talked. "Unlike yours, sweetie," she noted, pointing out to Michelle that she was playing with her breast, for the first time. Michelle squirmed a little but she didn't try to stop her. "Then she sucked on my nipples for a minute and bit them. It felt good. I think that's when she got undressed. No, first she fastened my legs to the foot of the bed. Or maybe that was before she unbuttoned my shirt." "Yeah, I did that before I touched you, honey. That's when I got undressed though. What did you think of my body?" "Ah, mostly I was scared." Michelle knew why. "But she's got really tiny breasts but really huge nipples that were hard." "Like they are now," she said. "What about my pussy?" "She's shaved between her legs, Michelle." "I think that makes it much prettier," Phil added. "Then she moved my skirt up onto my stomach and took a pair of scissors and cut my panties off." Michelle drew in another breath. She knew now that I had been discovered. "Okay, I'll take over from here for a minute." Michelle looked at her. "Then I took the rest of the panties off that I'd cut. Oh, I owe you a pair on Monday. Don't let me forget. "I really liked her cute little body but I was too intent on getting a little pleasure myself. So I got out my dildo -- Frederick's calls it a massager but with that shape it can only massage one thing. I turned upside down so Amy could suck my cunt while I licked her clit. "She does have a nice big clit, doesn't she?" she asked Michelle. She didn't move or say anything. I wondered if she thought Phil didn't know. "Probably embarrassing in gym class though. "Anyway, then I put my dildo in her cunt. Oh, I let her legs go so she could spread her legs good and wide without hurting herself. It only took a few minutes before both of us were on the verge of coming, me sucking her clit and fucking her little tight cunt while she licked and sucked on my bald little pussy. "Right then, while we were really up there, is when I turned on the vibrator. Both of us went off like firecrackers for a long time. Then I took the restraints off her wrists and went back downstairs. "You get to tell about the next part, Amy. Okay?" Michelle looked back at me, a look of total disbelief on her face. "Well, I washed up and freshened my makeup. Found a new pair of panties. Then I went downstairs and had a drink. Phil came over next to me on the couch and talked to me for a long time while we watched a movie and then kissed me. "Then she told me to lay down on my back and put one of my legs on the back of the couch and the other curled up so my legs were spread. Then she played with the insides of my thighs and around my panties for a long time." "Then what did I do, Amy?" "Then she put her finger in my ... pussy," I said, following through on her approach to the truth. "Actually, first I put one finger in her pussy and then two and then three fingers. Do you believe it?" Michelle didn't, I was sure. "I was going to make her come again but just when she was right on the edge, Doris came home and broke it up. "So. I guess what I'm saying is that you went out on a date and got really horny but didn't get laid. Right?" Michelle nodded tentatively. "I got my cunt eaten out wonderfully but then got excited again playing with Amy's pussy. And I'm sure she got turned on, too, and then we got interrupted by Doris. "It seems to me that we all have the same problem. Do you see?" she asked pointedly. I couldn't stand her not knowing for sure for any longer. "She knows, Michelle. But she's not going to tell anyone." Michelle nodded her understanding. Phil was still playing with her breast and smiling. "We're going to tell Patty when she comes back and then we won't have to worry nearly so much about getting caught." "Okay," Michelle said. "So what now?" "Why don't you take off your nightgown while I run an errand. I'll be right back." She crawled out of the side of the bed and left the room. "Amy! Do you think she'll tell?" she said when the door closed. I shook my head. "I don't think so. She's having too much fun this way." "Is it what you want?" I thought about it. "Yeah. I want to stay here and so far it's been pretty exciting." "I'm scared, Amy," she said. "What's she going to do to me?" "I don't know," I said. "But I won't let her hurt you. You tell me if anything does and I'll stop it. Even if it means I get kicked out of the house. Okay?" "I don't want that, Amy. We'd have to find another place. It'd be a hassle." "Yeah, but we could do it." The door opened and closed behind Phil. Michelle sat up, remembering, and pulled her nightgown off. Phil smiled at her as Michelle covered her breasts with her hands and pushed the straps of her own nightgown to the points of her shoulders. It dropped fluidly to the floor. She crawled back under the covers. "Okay," she said with a broad smile. "We're all going to love this but Michelle most of all. Do you have your panties off, Amy?" I didn't and struggled to get them off in the confining space between Michelle and the wall. She'd backed up against me as if for protection. "My feet are warm now," she said and pushed the covers to the bottom of the bed. "Isn't this great?" She had a tube of something in her hand and squeezed some into her palm before putting it on the bedside table. She took some of it in her fingers and reached across Michelle with the still full palm. She wrapped it around my already hard penis. It was some kind of cold lubricant that was very slippery. "Okay, Michelle. Turn onto your side and spread your legs." Michelle did it, putting the upper foot right in front of her. Phil reached around her and, I saw, put her wetted fingers into her asshole. I thought I knew what was coming and hoped Michelle would enjoy it. "Amy? Slide it right in her 'cunt'." Michelle stiffened as I put the head of my penis at the entrance to that hole and her mouth opened as I pushed forward. But, unlike me, she didn't make a sound as it slid past her sphincter and smoothly deep into her body until my front was pressed against her ass. She only moaned softly and her body vibrated a little as she waited. I watched Phil over her shoulder as she rubbed the shiny vibrator in her still moist hand. The vibrator went to the opening of Michelle's pussy and I felt its hardness slide deep into her only a fractional inch away from my penis. Phil kissed her on the lips and I was a little surprised to see Michelle's arms come up and wrap around Phil's neck, holding her in the kiss. Maybe she was going to like this even better than I thought. She started to put her upper leg back against the other and, apparently feeling the two objects inside her, changed her mind and kept her legs spread. Phil had to break the kiss and whispered her question. "You have choices, my sweet. I can lick your clit, you can lick mine, I can suck on your beautiful tits, or we can both do those things at once. What's it to be? You have to choose or I won't do anything." "Oh," Michelle moaned softly. "Suck my clit and pinch my nipples. Please! Quickly! Before I come just as we are now." I was surprised. Michelle was much more demanding than I thought she'd be. I kissed her neck. Phil grinned evilly and scooted down Michelle's length. Her lower hand she put on Michelle's breast, massaging it broadly. I felt Michelle's reaction when she first licked her. When she did it again, Michelle lifted her leg from the bed as if that would give Phil even better access to her. Her breathing went crazy as did the small muscles in her body. The larger, stronger muscle around me clenched tightly, making me moan too. The way she held her leg up, her thigh was directly vertical or maybe even a little up toward her head. Her lower leg and foot just hung, vibrating. Then I felt her body clench on itself and her little squeal. I knew she'd climaxed already. But Phil wasn't even started yet. Phil brought her hand between Michelle's legs and found my bottom behind her. I felt her seeking entrance into me again with a finger. Now, unlike the first time, it slid into me easily. She didn't even slow but immediately put a second finger in me. When she pushed inward, I pushed forward and into Michelle. Michelle reacted and pressed harder into Phil's mouth. Phil began pulling her arm and impaled fingers toward her mouth to make us all move together. She guided the pace alone. Michelle tensed and I knew that Phil had pinched her nipple -- hard -- and she'd loved it. With my free hand, I reached around to find her other nipple and rolled and pinched it as Phil was the other. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, yes!" She was breathless. She pulled her knee up until her leg was touching my arm where it crossed her side. Phil pulled her fingers out of my ass but pulled me into Michelle several times to establish the pace. Then she moved her hand to the vibrator. I moaned almost as loud as Michelle did when she almost pulled it free of Michelle's pussy and then pressed it back into her again. She moved it just half as fast as I was pumping into Michelle's ass. "Oh God, yes!" Michelle cried out. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" Her cries were in a strange kind of sync with both my strokes and Phil's. I thought that Phil was probably licking her at the same rate. I was pinching Michelle's nipple now and her entire body was bounding with repeated climaxes, each building on the plateau of the last and moving her body more wildly each time. Her lower leg came up then and I watched it tense and her toes point rapidly at the ceiling. This was the big one. Then it all went strange as Phil turned on the vibrator and whatever amazing orgasm Michelle had been going to have doubled or tripled in intensity. Her whole body fought between Phil's mouth and my plunging penis. Her upper body convulsed and the scream on her lips that, I could see over her shoulder, froze in her wide open mouth. The shaking vibrator was plunging in and out of her in direct opposition to my thrusts and, I was sure, Phil's mouth on her clit was sucking and licking at an even greater rate. I was afraid of the intensity of her orgasm and the convulsion she was locked in for so long. I'd been so enthralled, I hadn't had an orgasm myself and now it was too late as Phil turned the vibrator off and pulled it free of Michelle's body. I pulled out of her as well and let her roll onto her back. Her leg fell across my stomach, still spread wide. Grinning broadly, Phil scooted back up the bed and kissed Michelle deeply, plunging her tongue into hers. "Taste your wonderful juices, Michelle! Taste how good you are!" I could see that her mouth still held juices that were beyond just saliva. Michelle, her eyes still closed, held her head back and her mouth very wide open as Phil passed her back her own lubrication. I could see her throat working. "Oh, that was so ... unbelievable!" she sighed when Phil moved a little away from her mouth. "You didn't think it was free, did you?" Phil said then. "Get on your knees. You have to suck me now." Barely able to open her eyes, Michelle rolled over and pushed herself onto her knees between us. But Phil had more complex ideas and grabbed my leg and urged me under Michelle. In a snakelike movement, she lay on her back on top of me and guided my penis into her pussy. It was amazingly tight. Almost painfully tight. I complied with her wishes immediately, plunging into her depths. Michelle lowered her head between Phil's widely spread, thin legs and began licking her. Phil put her head back over my shoulder, beside my head and put the goopy vibrator in her mouth, sucking it and making sounds of enjoyment. Her hands went to the back of Michelle's head and began fucking both of us with her rapidly pumping midsection. In only a few moments, I was on the edge of an orgasm. Her body movements suddenly went totally erratic, both legs pointing up at the ceiling, and I shot my come deep into her. While I was still imbedded in her, she drew Michelle up to her mouth, wrapping both her arms and legs around her and moaning, "Now give me back my come." Michelle kept me from being crushed by staying on her hands and knees. The kisses lasted a long time before Phil told her to lay down, lifted off me, and had me roll over on my stomach. She pulled the covers up to our waists from her position on her stomach in the middle. I felt her put two fingers in my ass and heard her put two fingers of her other hand in Michelle's pussy. "There," she said. "Having kids is so wonderful." In spite of it all, I fell asleep immediately. Chapter 12 I WOKE VERY early, light just starting to show through the window, and felt uncomfortable. Very slowly, I pulled Phil's fingers out of me and found another position to sleep in. Still exhausted, I fell asleep again right away. When I woke again, Phil was gone and it was almost noon. Michelle was curled in a little ball next to me, still asleep. I lay there for quite a while and thought about the night before and all that we'd done. The amount of control Phil demanded bothered me a little but the fact remained that nothing that had happened was anything but new and very exciting. When I started moving around a little, Michelle woke up and rolled over on her back next to me. She was smiling with her eyes closed. "Good morning," I said softly. "Morning," she said. "How do you feel?" "Wonderful." "Good. I was afraid you might not have liked what went on last night." "It was the best orgasm I ever had. More than one but that last one was fantastic." "Phil didn't bother you too much?" "She's a little too pushy but it was okay." She thought for a minute. "You don't think she'll tell on us, do you?" "I don't think so." I wondered a little what her silence was going to cost, but I didn't think she was going to tell anyway. Maybe even if we didn't do everything she wanted. "Do you think she really likes us or just the sex?" "Both, I think." "Yeah, probably." Since I was wide awake and Michelle wasn't really yet, I took my shower first. When I washed, I found that my bottom hurt a little and, strangely, that my nipples were really sensitive. I brushed my teeth before I put my panties and bra on, something I usually did right away in case Phil or Pat came in by accident. It was kind of nice not to worry about discovery. At least this way. I noticed something then, standing in front of the mirror without a bra on. I didn't remember that my nipples had been so big before or so dark. There was also a larger circle around them than I remembered. Of course that's not something I look at very much. I noticed too that my chest didn't look at all masculine. Now when I pulled my shoulders together, I had a pretty reasonable cleavage and I thought the flesh around my nipples was fuller. I could actually move more than just the skin. I shrugged it off. Michelle took her shower while I got dressed and brushed out my hair. Since it was the weekend, I just put a little bit of mascara on so my eyes didn't go away completely, and a touch of pink lipstick. I just put on a little lightweight sundress and decided I wasn't even going to mess with shoes because I didn't intend to go out anyway. I sat on the edge of the bed and talked to Michelle while she did her hair and a little makeup as I had. She put on short cutoff sweatpants and a cutoff sweatshirt with nothing under them. I was sitting cross-legged as I watched her. "You've about worn your toenail polish off," she said. "Yeah. I guess I've got to redo it." "I could do it for you." "Okay. If you want to." "Up here or downstairs?" "I'll take the stuff with us. I'm starving." "Yeah, me too." We went downstairs and got big bowls of cereal and ate at the dining table before going into the living room. Everyone was there watching a ladies tennis match. Jo was laying on one of the couches looking like she was about to fall asleep and Mary and Doris were sitting in two of the chairs. "Good morning, sleepy heads," Phil said from the end of the other couch. "Morning," we both said as we sat down on the same couch, me next to the arm. "How was your big date, Michelle?" Mary asked. "Oh," she said. I could see her trying to even remember it. So much more had happened last night that it had taken a back seat. "Fine. A good dinner. He's really nice." She unscrewed the cap of the polish remover and got out some cotton balls. "Give me your foot, Amy," she said. I turned on the couch and put my foot on the side of her leg. She used the remover on each toe, one at a time. "Other foot." I put my other foot beside the other on her leg. She started working on it. I looked past her and found that Phil was looking at me with a smile on her lips. She looked down under my short skirt and I knew she could see my panties. She stuck out her tongue and made a licking motion as she looked at me. Then she turned back to the tennis match. The grin stayed. Michelle shaped and filed each toenail. After one toe, she moved closer to me and put my foot on the inside of her furthest thigh where she could work on it better. When she started on the other foot, she had my knees bent. The material of my skirt wasn't between my legs so I knew I was showing off the backs of my legs clear to my panties. Phil didn't miss the enhanced view. I blushed at her enjoyment of it. Michelle buffed and, seemingly, did everything to them before she opened the polish bottle and put on a coat. It was obvious that she'd practiced a lot in her job. "We might as well redo the fingernails at the same time," she said as she finished. She pulled my legs across hers and took my hand, put it on my knee, and started the same process with it. My nails were now almost half an inch beyond the tips of my fingers. I'd been holding myself up with my other hand but when she called for it, I had to lean forward onto my knees. She put the first coat of polish on them and then had me lay back and put my feet back up on her thigh to put the second coat on my toenails. She finally put four coats on each, the last being a colorless topcoat sealer that was supposed to keep them from breaking. She had me turn around and put my feet on the coffee table for them to dry. "Michelle? Would you do mine?" Phil asked. "Sure," she said. "Get me your polish. This pink wouldn't be any good for you." "Okay." She ran upstairs and came down a couple of minutes later to hand the polish to Michelle. It was dark red. She kicked off her high heels and put her feet in Michelle's lap as I had, sitting in the same position. She was wearing a halter top and a skirt that came down below her knees but when she sat down, she pulled it up over her knees. I could immediately see she wasn't wearing any panties. Michelle went through the same ritual with Phil's toenails but when she called for her fingers, Phil put her feet on the other side of Michelle's leg instead of across it, and reached between her knees to offer her hands. It had the effect of spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up further. I could see my come leaking down her bottom onto her skirt. God, she was shameless in her depravity. Her shaved cunt was open and plainly visible as she sat there but, I knew, only to me since I sat between her and Mary and the angle was wrong for Michelle to be able to see. She looked up at me with a truly evil grin before Michelle told her to turn around and put her feet up on the coffee table, like I was, and let the polish dry. She did it. "Me next?" Mary said from behind me. "I can see I should have set a price," Michelle said. "I'd gladly pay," Phil said from beside her. I moved so Mary could sit where I was. Jo and Doris couldn't resist and Michelle ended up doing all of us. * * * Phil went to the train station and picked up Patty at about eight that night and returned just as the TV movie we were watching finished. They had just sat down when I said that it was bedtime, since the next day was a work day. Michelle agreed right away as I expected she would. But I hadn't expected that Phil would say she agreed. We said our goodnights and went upstairs with Phil and Patty right behind us. "Patty agrees with you, Amy. She says she likes my hair free like this," Phil said as we got to the top of the stairs. I'd seen when we went into the living room after our cereal that Phil had a pair of combs holding the back of her hair in a long, flowing ponytail. All day, I'd seen her pulling it over her shoulder and stroking it, separating the long strands across her breasts. "It's beautiful, Phillis," I said. "She should agree. Well, good night." I used the bathroom quickly and brushed my teeth before going to the room and getting my sleep bra and baby doll on. This one was a blue lace outfit that I'd really liked in the store. Both Michelle and I agreed that we were exhausted and only wanted to sleep tonight so we'd be ready for the morning. I raced her to the bed, so she had to turn the light out, and lay back on the p