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By Margo Perry
It was 2:30 PM when Myra let the cleaners out of the dance studio and locked the doors against the dizzying heat. All week, beside her usual class load, she’d been rehearsing twenty dancers for a television gig and she was off her feet and out of her mind with fatigue. She loved this time, this quiet: no loud thumping music, no dancers squealing with delight or chagrin, no secretary demanding that she attend to this or that, both right away. All was well in DanceLand.
She walked through the spotless and tidied reception area to the main studio and there was her partner Jade, long ponytail flying, face grinning, executing a perfectly straight series of chaine' turns across the floor.
“Where do you get your energy?” Myra asked, starting up the short curved stairway that led to the teachers’ office and lounge. “Be careful. You’ve been assisting me all week and you’re tired. Besides, the floor’s still damp and the humidity makes it even stickier. I wouldn’t want you to twist your ankle.”
“Too true,” Jade said, stepping into a deep plié and bringing herself to a graceful stop. “Let’s get going. We need food. We need drink. We need men!” She bounded up the stairs after Myra. “Is the air conditioner working?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t make much of an impression on a day like today. We really need a new one.”
“Maybe same time next year, but for now, the lake awakes. The temperature should be at least ten degrees cooler up north.”
“Amen to that and thank you so much for inviting us along. It’ll be the first time I’ve spent any quality time with Edward in months. We really need this.”
“Thank Donovan. He rented the cabin for the weekend. He says it’s very basic, but has two bedrooms and sits right on the lake. Good enough for me!”
“And me. Thanks, Donovan,” Myra said, as she placed receipt books in the drawer and a small wad of bills into a cashbox which she locked.
“We might as well wear our suits,” Jade said. “We’ll be driving straight to the beach.”
“Okay,” Myra said, starting away from the desk. “I’d better check the messages one last time.”
She pressed the Message button.
Myra, this is Edward. Something’s come up that I can’t get out of, so I won’t be able to go to the lake. Have a great time and I’ll see you at home tomorrow.
Myra and Jade stared at the telephone as though it were a two-headed monster.
“Is he kidding?” Jade finally exploded. “What an asshole! There’s always something with Edward. How long have you been married? Ten years, and he’s never done anything with us. I don’t think dancers are important enough for the great attorney’s time. I’m sick of him.”
Myra dropped onto the couch, closed her eyes and leaned her head back. “I’m so tired,” she said. “You never really liked Edward, did you?”
Jade sat down beside her friend. “Not since you found out about him and that woman he was banging right under your nose. Not since he broke your heart.”
A heavy, sad silence stretched between them.
“I’m sorry,” Jade said, stroking Myra’s arm. “I shouldn’t have gone there.”
“Facts are facts and Edward betrayed me. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“It’s just that he’s wringing the joy right out of you, girl. You’re this vibrant force around the dancers, but you come to work every day looking like you’ve been cleaning somebody else’s toilets all night. I want more for you.”
“I’ll be alright, but I don’t want to be a drag. I want you two to run along and enjoy the lake.” Myra closed her eyes again. “I might just stay here and have a nap. There’s nothing to rush home for.”
“Are you crazy? Edward’s not going to spoil our plans, not one little bit!” Jade got up, went to a shelf packed with rehearsal gear and grabbed two identical shiny black bikinis. “Onward and upward,” she said, “it’s time for some fun! Remember when we got these?” she asked, laughing and waving the skimpy suits in the air.
“Who could forget,” Myra said, giggling despite herself.
Their birthdays were two days apart and, last year, they’d celebrated their fortieth with lunch followed by a slightly tipsy shopping spree at the Bikini Boutique. They’d bought bathing suits, wraps, sunglasses and hats and modelled the identical outfits for the saleswoman and the designer who’d happened to be in the store. He marvelled at the fact that they were both forty and asked if they’d do a shoot for him.
“You’re a delicious pair,” he said. “You, raven-haired Jade, are all coffee and red-tressed Myra’s all cream. How tall are you ladies?”
“We’re both five-ten,” Jade said. “too tall for most dance jobs.”
“That’s why we opened a dance studio,” Myra added.
“You’re both perfect models,” the designer said. “In those sleek black suits … you’re both stunning! You must come model for me.”
They declined his modelling offer, but assured him that meeting him had been the icing on their birthday cake.
Jade dumped the suits on their desk, stripped out of her leotard and was beach ready in an instant. They were used to fast changes and nudity. They’d met at an audition for Grease twenty –one years ago and had been great friends ever since. After performing in several shows together, they realized that they were waiting too long between shows and decided to open the dance studio which had flourished over the years, as had their friendship. Jade glanced over at Myra who seemed to be having trouble getting into her top.
“Having a problem?” Jade asked, watching her friend struggling in front of the mirror that sat behind their small warm-up barre.
“What’s with these breasts?” Myra asked. Her head was tilted to the side and her usually sparkling green eyes were dulled by a milky shroud of concern as she tried to squeeze and press her huge mounds of breast fresh into the inadequate confines of her bikini top. “Since I turned forty, they just keep growing. Jade, I haven’t gained this much overall weight, have I … just since last year?”
“No you haven’t! Your hips are the same and your waist might be even smaller. It’s just your tits!” Jade laughed, moving behind her friend and winding her arms around her.
The two women examined their bodies. They looked exactly the same as they had the day they’d bought the suits, except for Myra’s tits. They were now enormous!
“They’re magnificent,” Jade said, hefting and jiggling Myra’s weighty orbs.
“Stop, you naughty girl,” Myra said, blushing as she smacked Jade’s hands away from her body. She was tingling from Jade’s touch because the bigger her breasts got the more sensitive they became. How often had she massaged them, pinched and twisted a nipple until she came, panting beside the sleeping and clueless Edward? She tried to remember when they’d last been intimate and couldn’t.
Not good!
“They’re perfect,” Jade said, returning to caress them again.
“You’re not helping, girl,” Myra laughed, removing Jade’s hands again. “What am I going to wear? This just doesn’t fit anymore.”
“You’ll be fine,” Jade said, holding out a diaphanous flowing wrap. “Now, let’s get our act together. Donovan will be here before we know it.”
Jade was putting on her own caftan when the phone rang. She picked it up.
Hello, you have reached DanceLand. May I help you? … Yes Edward, we’re about to leave for the lake … Yes, she’s here.
Jade passed the phone to Myra. “Your husband,” she said.
Please tell me you’re going to join us. … Lunch in town? … Donovan is picking us up in a few minutes … It’s such a miserably hot day, it’ll take half an hour just to get across town, the traffic is murder. … One hour then. Bye.”
Jade stood legs apart, hands on her hips. Her high cheek bones were bathed in red heat and her dark eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t tell me that you’ve agreed to give up our plans and drive across town in this traffic, just to meet Edward for lunch?”
“It seems that a client asked for me and Edward told him that I’d join them for lunch,” Myra said, shrugging out of her wrap and reaching back to undo her top. “We had him to dinner a few years ago. He’s a real nice guy.”
Myra’s breasts fell down almost to her waist and she looked as vulnerable, embarrassed and miserable as Jade did angry and ferocious.
“That’s fine as long as you want to have lunch with Edward and his client.”
“That’s the last thing I want,” Myra said. “I was looking forward to going to the beach with you two.”
“Then why didn’t you tell Edward that?”
Myra didn’t answer. She pulled an elastic band from her hair and her mop of curls fell about her shoulders. Sweat beads sparkled on her nose and ran in rivulets from her neck down over her pendulous breasts. Naked from the waist up, she looked like a mermaid come up from the sea.
“You’re much too cool for a redhead,” Jade said, stepping into her. “What does Edward think about your bourgeoning breasts? He must have fallen in love with you all over again. I know that my Donovan would go crazy if that happened to me!”
“Edward hasn’t even noticed,” Myra said. “And I tell you, they’re really becoming more and more sensitive. Last night we went to bed and all I wanted was for him to grab me. Make love to me. But he just lay there. Sometimes I think that Ed has just lost interest.”
Myra reached for her bra, but Jade stepped in her way.
“Close your eyes,” she instructed. “You’re much too beautiful to be needing attention.” She began stroking Myra’s pendulous breasts, cooing as the nipples became erect. “How does this feel?”
“Feels exactly like I wanted Ed to make me feel last night,” Myra said, her voice thickening and her breath coming in little pants as Jade lifted Myra’s breast and began to suck her nipple. “Oh God, stop,” she said, pulling away from Jade. “What are we doing here?”
“I’m just letting you know that there’s pleasure to be had. You don’t have to do without. What did you tell me after you found out that Edward had had not one affair, but at least two? What did you say?”
“That our relationship was no longer monogamous. That we were now free to fuck anybody we wanted.” Myra looked as though she were about to cry.
“Don’t cry, Baby,” Jade said, hugging Myra tight, “but, it’s time for you to grow up, to let Edward know what you expect and deserve. If you meet him for lunch, even if you don’t want to, nothing will change. If you stand up for yourself and let him know that you have the right to your own plans and happiness, everything will change and for the better. I know you still love him, but he’s got to learn to love the ‘you’ you are; not the one he imagines and designs. Are you happy? Sexually satisfied in your marriage?”
Myra looked at her friend for a long time. “No,” she said, “I’m frustrated. Edward hasn’t listened to me or touched me in months.
“And that’s alright with you?” Jade asked.
“No, it isn’t.” Myra said, picking up the phone.
Edward, it’s me. I’ve decided to go to the beach … I understand that … But … Edward, shut up. I didn’t call to argue. I called to tell you that I’m going to the beach … Dinner tomorrow night? That’ll be fun … Bye and good luck with your meetings tonight.
Myra hung up, her smile beatific. Jade was talking to Donovan on her cell.
“He’s one horny dude and he’s waiting outside,” Jade said, grabbing Myra and pulling her close. “Now get that bathing suit back on before I ravish you.”
“Edward was great,” Myra babbled. “And he asked me out to dinner tomorrow night, asked me out on a proper date for the first time in years.”
“Maybe, he likes being handled,” Jade said. “Maybe you should get yourself some boots and a strap!”
“Maybe,” Myra gushed.
She grabbed Jade in a bear hug. She could feel her breasts pressing into Jade’s and it sent erotic currents streaming through her body. They were the same height and Jade’s face was close, her lips wet and pouty. Myra had always known that Jade was bisexual, but she’d never wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to be seduced by her … until now. She felt excited and free, as though she had suddenly lost body mass and could fly. She fastened her top and her tits seemed to bulge out of it even more than earlier, but she no longer minded. She was just happy to feel an aliveness she hadn’t felt for a long, long time. She took Jade’s face in her hands and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Let’s go,” Jade said, her voice husky. “Something tells me that behind that aloof veneer of yours is a very dangerous woman.”
Myra was ready in a flash. The two women gathered their dance bags, crammed with creams, combs and other accoutrements and flew down the stairs. Jade and Donovan were Myra’s best friends and she was thrilled to be spending time with them. Jade was as beautiful as Nefertiti and Donovan had the cut and toned body of the dancer he used to be and the sophisticated confidence of the successful businessman he now was. Myra was terrified by what she was feeling. She wanted something to happen; something that she was refusing to name, but seemed bound to put herself in the way of. Her breasts were throbbing and between her legs was a warm and waiting pool.
“I’m sooooo hungry. Let’s eat and drink lots,” Myra said, her tits bouncing under the see-through wrap as she followed Jade down the stairs.
Jade glanced back over her shoulder. “Hungry for more than food methinks,” she said, chuckling.
Donovan was waiting in the parking lot, arms crossed, his lips puckered in an insolent smile, leaning against the BMW proudly like he owned it, which he did. Myra had decided that he looked like Antonio Banderas from the first time they met during rehearsal for a revival of West Side Story. Donovan was the only obviously straight guy around and Jade had him sniffing around her before the first lunch break. The three had eaten lunch in the park that abutted the theatre’s parking lot and they’d gossiped about the choreographer, dance captain and cast mates until they’d fallen down laughing. The friendship that began that day had lasted until now.
“Just us three, eh?” Donovan asked.
“Still the Canadian, eh?” Jade teased. “Yeah, Edward rescinded our offer. He had better things to do.”
“Ladies,” Donovan said, opening the back and front doors with an exaggerated bow. “We could all cram into the front seat. It’s up to you.”
“It’s too hot,” Jade said. “We’ll sit in the back like two ladies.”
Donovan closed the door after them, climbed into the driver’s seat and reached his long arm across to close the front passenger seat.
“Just call me Jeeves,” Donovan said, starting the engine. “I exist for your pleasure. Eddie Boy doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he said, smirking. “What man wouldn’t relish the company of two babes like you.”
“Chauvinist,” Jade laughed.
“Maybe, but remember, pigs can be both cute and tasty,” Donovan argued. “So I repeat, it’s great to be in the company of two hotties. Great!”
“Well, I’m glad you appreciate us,” Jade said. “Does Myra look any different to you?”
Myra glanced at Donovan’s mirror and met his amused eye.
“Of course I noticed she’s been enhanced and I think our Myra looks even more magnificent. Great job!”
“So you like my implants?” Myra asked, her green eyes flashing.
“Like is the understatement of the century. I could gaze at them for years,” Donovan laughed, “with Jade’s permission, of course.”
“You have my permission, especially since they’re not implants. Her tits jes started growin’ like a pregnant woman’s, and Edward hasn’t even noticed.”
“That’s worrisome,” Donovan sighed. “I’m afraid that Edward needs medical attention.”
The women laughed and Donovan lapsed into silence, his eyes locked on the road. Myra felt self-conscious, on display like a show poodle, and she liked it. Edward had suggested several times that she was gaining weight, but that had been his only observation. He’d said nothing to encourage her self esteem. She’d started to wear clothes that hid her bourgeoning breasts, but that was impossible in this summer heat. She had noticed that the male attention metre had been ratcheted way up, but that didn’t help when your husband wasn’t one of your admirers. So, Myra couldn’t help basking in the attention that Jade and now Donovan were paying her. She loved the way it made her feel. She was hungry for it. Her nipples were again zinging and the glow between her legs was getting hotter and more explosive.
Donovan had pulled onto the highway and traffic was moving at a healthy 90 MPH clip.
“We should be there in less than half an hour. Music anyone?” he asked.
“Something cool and sexy,” Jade said. “We’ve been hip-hoppin’ our week away. I want smooooooth.”
The sound of Nina Simone floated through the cool air and soon Myra found herself nodding off. She was startled out of sleep sometime later when Jade leaned into her and whispered in her ear.
“We’ll soon be there. Wake up. Let’s have some fun.”
Myra struggled to sit up and gather herself.
“Let’s have some fun,” Jade repeated. “Let’s drive Donovan bonkers.” Myra was about to ask Jade for clarification when she felt her hot breath and then a flicking tongue in her ear. The feeling of pleasure radiated to her nipples and down to her pussy. She was sleepy, very horny and the erotic dream that had captured her in sleep wouldn’t let her go. Although she couldn’t remember the details, the passionate feelings that lingered were now being stoked. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just follow my lead,” Jade hissed.
Myra didn’t know what was about to happen, but she didn’t want it to stop.
“How do you handle it?” Jade asked, loudly enough for Donovan to hear. “I mean, your tits are getting bigger and more sensitive and you’re not getting any. How often do you and Edward get busy? I mean real busy?”
Myra looked up to find Donovan’s eyes glued to his mirror, an intense vulnerable horniness glazing his eyes.
“Do you mean, how often do we make love?” Myra asked.
“Not really. I mean when did you last fuck?” Jade pressed.
Myra could feel her face burning with anxiety and anticipation, fear and need. “It’s been so long,” she stammered. “I don’t really know what you mean.”
“Okay,” Jade said, “time for a demonstration. Making love is like this.”
She gently and slowly stroked Myra’s cheek with the back of her fingers and looked deep into her eyes. “I know that you’re neither lesbian or bi, but we love each other and I can tell that you need something.”
If this is play acting it’s very real.
Myra couldn’t believe how aroused she was.
Jade kissed Myra on one cheek and then the other. Myra could feel that same skittishness that she’d felt in the studio when Jade was stroking her breasts. She was an engine, dangerously revved and straining for progress. She glanced at the mirror again. Donovan’s lips were parted, his eyes glinting and Myra could feel his excitement.
“What do you need Myra?” Jade asked, her voice gentle and soothing.
Myra couldn’t speak. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to be kissed, but dared not express her needs, hadn’t dared for a long time.
“You don’t have to tell me. I know because I love you. You need this.”
Jade drew Myra into her slowly and deliberately. She touched her lips with a butterfly’s delicate brush, her tongue barely touching, outlining Myra’s lips, top and then bottom. Myra felt her mouth open, her acquiescence silent, but sure. She welcomed the tongue that began to probe gently and then insistently. Myra’s whole body trembled, as feelings that seemed bound to the earliest memories of first love rushed over her. Donovan coughed self consciously when they finally drew apart, his eyes again fastened on the road.
“Now, that’s making love. Your needs are important. There’s still control.”
Myra could hardly comprehend what Jade was saying. All she knew was that the kissing had stopped and she wanted more.
“Sex or getting busy is different. More like this.”
Jade grabbed a handful of Myra’s hair and pulled it back roughly. “You’re a horny bitch and you’re dying for some,” she said, kneading Myra’s breast with her other hand, pulling on her extended nipple. “I’m going to make you beg.”
Myra gasped in surprise as a flood of erotic currents exploded in her head. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel … horny!
“This is how you make me feel,” Jade said, her voice growling with lust as she reached between her own legs and began to massage her clit violently. “What do you want, Myra? Tell me!”
“I want you to …” Myra spread her legs lewdly.
“Do it yourself. Touch yourself, Myra,” Jade instructed. “Get yourself good and ready.”
Myra reached between her legs, not at all surprised that she was soaking wet. It had been at least five months since Edward had touched her that way and then it had been a matter of responsibility, not passion. She moaned as her clit pulsed, gripped and released warm viscous fluid. Myra needed to be fucked.
“Now that’s sex,” Jade said, relaxing back in her seat.
Myra groaned, immediately removing her hand from her pussy as though from fire but, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted more. She was out of her mind with need.
“Thank God, we’re here,” Donovan said, jolting to a stop in the driveway of the cottage. “The two of you have driven me insane and I’m no longer responsible for my actions.”
Myra couldn’t believe Jade’s impish smile, as they climbed out of the car. She suspected that things were going just the way Jade had planned.
“What’s the matter, Donnie?” Jade teased Donovan who was striding around the car like a man possessed.
“What’s the matter, My?” Jade teased Myra who was leaning against the hood, her legs trembling and her pussy quivering with readiness.
Jade moved over to Myra and began kissing her neck while her hand moved between her legs, pushing aside the slim length of material that covered her pussy. The hair was matted with hot liquid that oozed our of her honey pot, painting her thighs.
“Want some cock, Myra? Want to be fucked?”
All Myra could do was moan and gasp as Jade tickled her clit with expert fingers. “Don’t stop,” she cried. “I want to come. Don’t stop!”
But Jade did stop. “Man wanted,” she said. “Donovan come here!”
Donovan’s face was contorted with the need for release. Jade unzipped his jeans and released his huge cock with lightening speed. Pre-cum glistened on its head as Jade produced a condom from inside her bra.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Myra? Do you want it, Myra?”
“Yes,” Myra said, all pride gone. All control gone. She was a woman consumed with lust.
“You have my permission, Donovan,” Jade said. She eased Myra’s wrap from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the gravel. She untied her bikini bottom and turned to ease Donovan’s jeans and underpants down over his slim hips. “Give our beautiful friend what she needs. Let me see it. Let me hear her wail.”
Donovan stepped into Myra and bent over her tits. He freed one, nibbled and sucked. “Please, yes. Please,” Myra cooed. Donovan released the other and kissed it, sucking her elongated nipple deep into his mouth.
“Fuck me, now!” Myra commanded, moaning as his cock pressed against her thigh. “It’s so big, so big.”
“Just relax,” Donovan urged, turning her around and bending her over the hood of the car.
She could hear his breathing becoming laboured, as she felt one hand slide between her legs to finger her clit, while his other hand guided his cock to the opening of her pussy. She shuddered at the shock of first penetration, but groaned in pleasure as he began a long slow entrance. She pushed her hips back into him, trembling, her muscles working hungrily to hasten the union.
“It hurts so good,” she cried. “Tear me apart. Do it.”
Donovan bore down hard, rotating his hips, filling her completely. He withdrew and then plunged, again and again. Something seemed to give way in Myra and she began to weep uncontrollably. The sobs turned into maniacal laughter as she screamed, “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Soon, Donovan’s sex was gripped with an orgasm as Myra collapsed and he on top of her, groaning and moaning their satisfaction.
Donovan withdrew carefully and raised Myra from the hood. He turned her around and held her gently in his arms until the trembling and moans ceased.
Myra held Donovan away from her. “Thank you,” she said, “I needed that.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said quietly.
“And mine,” Jade said, laughing as she squeezed herself between them. “Now you’ve driven me insane. What are you two going to do about it?”
“First, we’re going to go into the cottage before we get arrested.”
The girls were giggling as they gathered their bags and moved toward the cottage and whatever adventures lay ahead. |