"No," Mattie said, still staring, "I'm afraid this is it. I guess I'll just have to sweat."
"Heavan's no," Ann exclaimed, stepping back to the closet, "I'm sure I have something you can wear…"
As Ann opened the closet, again hiding me with her body and again flashing me one of her famous boner-producing looks, I heard Mattie behind her: "Well, we're not exactly the same size, Ann, you know."
"Up top," Ann said, sliding the hangers one by one. "But I'll find something. You're going to die in that."
Ann winked at me again and I had to stifle a laugh at what she had chosen. It was a neglige that would leave little to the imagination on Ann, let alone buxom Mattie. I bit my hand to keep silent.
"Here, Ann said, turning and closing the closet partway again, "this will look fantastic on you."
Mattie took the hanger. "This is way too small. I'll pop out the top if I don't ruin it."
"It'll be fine," Ann said. When Mattie made no move to put it on she sighed. "Mattie, give it a try. Don't be so prissy."
"Prissy? Shit…" Mattie pulled her sweatshirt over her head in one motion, revealing a quite simple white cotton bra underneath. Her breasts, 36's at least and perhaps more, were held fast by the bra, which was probably the only kind she could get to fit her. She unsnapped her jeans and slid them off, almost looking me right in the eye for a moment, then stood there, magnificent in her white underwear, arranging the neglige and preparing to pull it on.
Ann sighed again. "That's not exactly meant to be worn with underwear, you know."
Mattie stopped and looked Ann right in the eye for a moment. "What are you up to, Ann? Trying to get my clothes off?"
"I see what you're got every day in gym. Why would I be trying to do that now?" Ann's face was calm and assured. "Maybe I make you uncomfortable? I never did before."
Without another word, Mattie reached around and unsnapped her bra with one hand. The elastic of the brastrap twanged and the bra flew away from her chest, reveling a truly impressive set of tits. Jugs that large usually sag to some degree, but Mattie's hung just enough to give you a sense of their mass. They were full, proud, and ripe, and her youth made them firm. Her nipples were small, especially for those breasts, and they sat high, almost like cherries on a sunday. Freckles lightly dotted the tops of both breasts. I was in awe.
Next came her panties. She stepped out of them without bending much, just dropped the panties and lifted one foot, reaching back to snag the panties with her right hand, her eyes never leaving Ann's. Her pussy hair was so fine as to be virtually nonexistant. More freckles dotted the tops of her thighs, stopping abruptly at the pantyline. Her skin was milky white. She was magnificent, like an amazon, her long red hair in a cloud around her head. She really looked every bit the playboy playmate – large, firm breasts, slim waist, round, tight ass, long shapely legs. Her skin was smooth and fair – and with that red hair and her intensely youthfull looks she was like a buxon Irish serving girl. She seemed to stand there for hours, motionless, though I'm sure it was just a moment or two before she spoke.
"OK, Ann. Was this what you wanted?"
Ann smiled that warm you're-my-friend smile and Mattie smiled back in the same way, like a secret handshake. "I thought you were going to try on the camisole."
"You know it won't fit." Again, that smile.
"Hmmm. I guess not. Well, we could swap…" and with that she pulled the T-shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Both women now stood naked, and Ann took a step toward Mattie, her hand extended, holding the T-shirt.
Then I made a mistake. I clicked off a shot. The room, silent as the grave with all that wool carpet insulating it against outside sound, fairly echoed with the click of the shutter. All of a sudden Mattie grabbed the T-shirt and held it up to her chest.
"What was that!" she said, turning around.
"What was what?" Ann asked, touching her shoulder and trying to sound calm.
"I heard a clicking sound. God, it sounded like a camera." Mattie stepped to the window and peeked around the curtains.
"Oh, that," Ann said, and here she impressed me with the deftness of her lie. "That's my dad's burgaler alarm system. There are little switches everywhere and sometimes they make noise. It wakes you up at night until you get use to it. It's kind of spooky sometimes.
Here…" She stepped to the stereo, flashing me an exasperated look, and turned the radio on to a smooth-sounding, jazzy station. "This is how I drown it out when I'm home alone…"
Mattie had turned back from the window, and was watching Ann's lovely lithe body as she bent to the stereo. When Ann turned to face her, their eyes locked again and there was another heavy moment of silence, with just the music to fill the space. Mattie still held the T-shirt in from of her, but Ann stood completely naked, and seemed quite comfortable.
"Ann," Mattie began, "I get the feeling that something is going on here, but I don't understand."
"Don't you?" Ann's voice was suddenly serious, and sultry. "I wonder.
You remember the time we watched those porny movies in the garage?"
"Sure," Mattie said, dropping her eyes. "The guy with the big dong and that girl who looked like a drug addict."
"No, the other one," Ann said, crossing to sit on the bed. She had not told me about any other film. This was interesting.
"Um, yeah. We didn't watch all of that one. Susie got grossed out."
"But you wanted to watch it."
"No, I…"
"C'mon Mattie. We've known each other for a long time. When I showed that movie of the two women making love I already knew what was on it."
Mattie looked up, suprised.
"Don't you think I'd watched them before? And since?"
"I didn't think about that. So you knew…"
"I knew it was a lesbian film. I knew it would turn you on – no, don't say anything." Ann leaned over and touched Mattie on the arm, a light, loving touch that made Mattie wince. "It turned me on too."
"I like boys, Ann," Mattie said quietly, her eyes full of tears.
"So do I. But I like you too. I like you a lot." Ann stood and put her hands on Mattie's shoulders, then let then slide down to her breasts. With the music playing I could now take as many shots as I liked with no fear off being heard. I clicked off two almost immediately. I had nearly come unaided when Ann touched Mattie's breasts; I definitely wanted this moment preserved in pictures.
Mattie's face was turned away, but she dropped the T-shirt and brought her hands up to Ann's breasts and began to stroke them. Ann pulled her toward the bed, gently, and Mattie did not resist.
Women make love slowly. I'd never seen it before, and I was fascinated by the smoothness, the grace with which the breasts, the legs the necks, the arms, the tummies slide and intermingle. They spent the longest time just kissing, just licking nipples and stroking thighs. I was struck by how different these two girls were; both beautiful, but in totally different ways. Ann was like a fashion modeclass="underline" long limbed, slim, with high cheek bones and gracefull hands. Mattie was like a centerfold: large, full breasts, hourglass figure, soft, full lips, and a perpetually sexy look. After what seemed like an hour, Mattie was completely enraptured by Ann and I think Ann was fulfilling a fanstasy all her own. Ann finally lowered her head to Mattie's pussy, parting her legs ahead of time to give me a good look at her pretty cunt, and for a moment Mattie seemed about to stop everything. She put a hand on Ann's shoulder.
"No… No, you don't have to do that." Mattie smiled and brushed some stray hairs, and perhaps a few tears, from her eyes. "This has made me so happy, Ann, really, but I can't ask you to… to…"
"To thuck your widdow puthy?" Ann said, in babytalk.
They both giggled like little girls.
"God, Ann, you don't pull any punches," Mattie said, blushing.
"Why should I? We're loving each other, and you want me to suck it, and I want to suck it. So why not?"