And the Winner Is

All of my writing is fiction, and the stories and characters are products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. I hope you enjoy! And take a second to vote and comment.

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It had been a difficult day, and Paula felt totally exhausted, although she knew the exhaustion was mental and not physical. She'd been very prepared for the presentation, but doing it in front of the Vice President of Sales, the Eastern United States Director of Sales, and her boss, the local Sales Manager, who was counting on her to showcase all the work they'd done on a new and very unique product, was daunting.

Surprising herself a little, and with trembling hands, she'd pulled it off and received warm congratulations from everyone, including the Vice President, who'd told her she had a bright future with the company. As the space cleared of dignitaries, Conrad Nottingsly took hold of her shoulders.

"Paula, that was amazing. I've been trying to figure this thing out, but not very successfully. Now, after your presentation, it's all suddenly as simple as a, well, safety pin. I wasn't certain anyone could do it, but you killed it. I'm buying all your drinks at the Christmas party.

Paula appreciated the sentiment, but Conrad was so new with the company that he wasn't aware there was an open bar at the Christmas party.

"Thank you, Conrad. I really felt out of my element doing it, but I guess it went well.

I'll send your boss a text that will bring him up to date. Too bad he had to be away and miss it." Conrad squeezed her shoulders

"We recorded it so he can watch it later," someone said.

"Oh, good. Well, let's all get back to work."

Paula headed toward her cubicle but was ambushed by Billy Joe Branson.

"High five, Paula."

She exchanged a less-than-enthusiastic high five with Billy Joe."

"Not only beautiful and brainy, but personable and slick as well."

"Slick?

"I just saw a couple of minutes of it, but you looked slick." He chuckled.

"I'm not sure that I was trying to look slick, whatever that means, but I was happy with what I accomplished."

"I've just heard a few comments from people, but they said it was great. You're an unusual engineer, Paula."

"Listen, Billy Joe, I've got to get back to work. I have more to do on this project, but I also have two more that I'm working on as well." Paula was getting frustrated with Billy Joe's intrusions into her life. She was married, and she didn't need another guy to be flirting with her.

"I don't mean to bother you, Paula, but I couldn't help but compliment you. When you're world-famous, I'll be able to say that once upon a time, I worked with you."

Paula sighed, said, "Thanks," and stepped into her cubicle. Thankfully, Billy Joe left. She looked at the work in front of her, but with her heart still pounding and her body filled with adrenaline, it was going to be difficult to get much work done. She grabbed her cell phone and sent a text to Sandy, her husband.

Are you available?

Seconds later: I've got about 5 minutes.

She called.

"Paula, how did it go?"

"Better than I could have hoped for. Everyone loved it, and the Vice President told me I had a bright future with the company."

"Wow! That sounds fantastic. I wish I was there to congratulate you. I will be in two more days. Some of these meetings are a little boring or redundant."

"I miss you, hon. I may call Brenda and see if she'd like to go to dinner with me to celebrate."

"That would be nice. You sound really excited."

"I'm wired, and my heart is still pounding. I'll talk to you this evening. Love you, Babe."

"Love you too, Paula."

She fumbled through her work for the rest of the day, not accomplishing what she'd hoped to accomplish, but at least not just sitting there the whole time with a silly grin on her face. Just before leaving, she made another call.

"Hi, Paula. What's up?"

"Brenda, are you free tonight? The presentation went super well, and I'm so hyped that I need to go out and celebrate. Are you free for dinner and whatever?"

Brenda laughed. "I'm so glad it went well. You were really nervous about it, I know that. And yes, I'd love to go to dinner and whatever" Brenda knew that whatever would be a few drinks, lots of laughing, and depending on how many drinks there were, even more fun.

"Great. You want to go together or separately?"

"I'll pick you up, and you can tell me about your day." Brenda knew from experience that Paula would be in no shape to drive herself, and she wouldn't be much better. But the route was mostly small side streets, and if she could avoid parked cars, they'd both get home. They lived just two blocks apart.

"I'll see you about seven, then, okay?"

"See you at seven."

At home, Paula put her purse on the table, turned, and screamed as loud as she could. It was probably a bit of overreaction, but she had been so nervous about the presentation that she needed this to unwind. She hurried to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. Relaxing in her lounger, she sipped her wine until her phone rang. It was Sandy, and they talked for fifteen minutes. When they hung up, the wine was gone, and it was time to dress for dinner. A second's debate, and she returned to the kitchen, then went upstairs to dress.

Paula removed her blouse and then her bra and went to the mirror. There was a spot on her side that was both sore and red. She'd worn a new bra for her big day and was paying the price. She took the last sip of wine and checked her bra drawer. It had been a hell of a day, and she needed to celebrate. She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. A big smile filled her face.

She crossed the room to Sandy's dresser and, in the second drawer, found what she wanted. It was his fairly new Ohio State National Champions T-shirt, and it was an extra large. She pulled off her skirt and found a pair of shorts. A pair of sandals, and she was ready for a casual dinner and a fun evening. It was only six-thirty, and she considered another glass of wine. The first two on an empty stomach had her buzzing fairly well. She'd be eating dinner, so it might be okay. She headed for the kitchen.

She was feeling very relaxed, very relaxed indeed when Brenda's horn tooted. She

grabbed her purse and was out the door.

"Be careful," Brenda said as Paula stumbled into the car. Have you been celebrating by yourself?"

"Just a couple of glasses of wine. I just felt so good and proud of myself that I couldn't help it."

"I assume we're going to Maw-Maw's. You're not exactly dressed for something formal."

"You aren't dressed very formally either."

"I know you pretty well, and I didn't think you'd want to celebrate at Brandon's."

"I'm not sure I have a dress I could wear to Brandon's," Paula said, giggling.

"We'll have to see who's at Maw-Maw's to know how much you can celebrate."

When they arrived, and Paula was able to generally stumble inside, they discovered that Maw-Maw's was nearly full, unusual for a weeknight.

"I hope they have some food left," Brenda said.

"Maybe we should have gotten here earlier. I'd have been in better shape." She giggled.

Brenda shook her head and chuckled. She and Paula had been best friends since middle school. Brenda had never married, but once Paula married, they seldom got together except when Sandy was out of town, which usually happened a couple of times a month. Paula always enjoyed getting nicely buzzed, but she usually waited until they got to the restaurant, usually Maw-Maw's. Tonight was obviously different.

"Whatcha gonna eat tonight?" Paula asked.

"I'm not celebrating, so I think I'll have pizza."

"I thought of that, but I think I'll have spaghetti. And a glass of wine."

"I hate to snoop, but how many have you had?"

Paula giggled again. "At least two, and maybe more. Anyway, Janie is here. Order your pizza."

The pizza was ordered along with spaghetti, two meatballs, please, and a glass of wine.

Brenda asked about the presentation, and Paula talked about it until the food arrived. They ate in silence, Brenda insisting that Paula wear the bib that Janie brought with the food. It was successful in keeping the spaghetti off Sandy's special T-shirt.

As usually happened when they were finished eating, tables were moved together, and the evening began. Paula ordered another glass of wine despite Brenda's tilted head and raised eyebrows, who noticed that she was no longer sipping.

"Paula was a hero today."

"Tell, tell," someone yelled.

Paula laughed. "I had a presentation to make to company bigwigs, and I killed it," she said, slapping the table, her explanation a bit slurred, but still understood.

"High fives for Paula," and she got high fives from everyone who could reach her.

"The Vice President told me I had a bright future with the company." She had a huge grin on her face.

"That calls for a big celebration. You gonna dance on the table, Paula?"

"I've never done that here before." She giggled. "Can somebody help me get up there?"

Two men immediately grabbed her hands and helped her onto her chair and then onto the table. She looked around at all the faces watching her.

"A pretty girl is like a melody," someone began singing, and others joined in.

Paula began slowly spinning around on the table and waving her arms, a little uncertainty there for sure, and finally, Brenda suggested that it might be better if Paula were back to floor level. The same two men helped her down, and she plopped into the chair.

"Paula, that was great," someone said, "but there should be something we can do to help you celebrate."

"Don't you do something with kids?" someone else asked.

"Yeah, I do. It's a small group, but we take special kids to parks, the zoo, museums, and other places too. It's fun, but a lot of it takes money, and we're always trying to raise money."

One of the men laughed. "My best friend's wife figured out how to make money for her women's club."

The smile on his face worried Brenda a little, but everyone seemed interested in hearing what he had to offer.

"If you're interested, Paula, the ladies took turns going to someplace like this, finding people who'd pledge money, then they'd flash the group." He broke out laughing when he finished.

"Do you mean bare boobs?" Paula asked, giggling again.

"That's it. Who here would put up ten bucks to see a quick flash from Paula?"

Eight or nine hands went up.

"Wait. Paula hasn't said she'd do that." Paula said, but she was smiling.

Brenda was a little stupefied when she realized that Paula seemed to be considering doing it, probably due to glass of wine number five.

"Better yet, who'd give more bucks for the worthy cause for a ten-second flash, and since Paula's face would be covered, everyone could snap a photo. "

Paula wasn't too fuzzy to understand what they were talking about, and she wasn't certain she wanted to do it. She'd never been naked in public except the time that Dana and Tony Barnes had vacationed with them at the beach, and she and Dana had sneaked into the ocean in the late evening and stripped off their suits and skinny-dipped. There was no one around to see them, so it wasn't really daring, just something they might brag about to their friends who hadn't been there.

But this would be ten seconds with her boobs exposed to both men and women, almost all of them friends of hers. She remembered how much trouble the Groupon had raising money for the kid's things they did, and this sounded like it could raise quite a bit. Her ego was as big as it had ever been, and she decided, "Why not? I can do it if I want to."

Somebody keep track of the money and collect it, and I'll do it."

All eyes were suddenly on her. It had been sort of a joke or teasing, but it looked like it might happen, and right there in front of them.

Brenda spoke up. "I'll keep track of the money." She laughed. "And I'll make sure it goes to the kids. That's what this is for, the kids and not Paula, so give plenty."

People began coming forward and handing her money. Even Jane gave her some money from Maw-Maw's, saying this was certainly good for business. Finally, the collecting was complete, and it was Paula's turn. She had a big smile on her face as she looked around at the group.

The same two men helped her onto a chair and then onto the table again.. They stood close by since she seemed just a touch unsteady.

Paula grasped the hem of the giant shirt she was wearing and suddenly lifted it over her face, letting it drop down her back. There were her breasts, moderately large and very shapely. She could hear people talking and an occasional camera sound as she sensed her nipples hardening.

"Those things are pointy, and I love those nipples."

"Holy shit. I didn't expect to see beauties like that."

"Honey, would you like to come home with me?"

She moved a little so that her breasts swung back and forth and hoped someone was keeping track of the ten seconds. The comments were kind of exciting, things she hadn't heard for a long time.

"Okay, time," Brenda said, and Paula struggled to get the shirt back in place, finally helped by Brenda.

Paula knew she was blushing, but she felt uplifted by what she had done, much as she'd felt after her earlier presentation. She received kudos from several of the women for having the nerve to do it. She threw out a challenge to each of them to do what she'd done and have the money go to the children's group. Very quickly, there was another glass of wine in front of her.

"That'll be six, Paula, and I'm not sure you can handle six," Brenda whispered to her. "Plus, I think they're just trying to get you a little more drunk, so you'll do it again.

"I'm not going to do it again," she said, taking a drink from the glass of wine, "but you could, and they'd love it."

"That's not going to happen, but I'll have to get someone to help carry you to the car if you keep swilling that wine."

Paula laughed. "I have to pee, so I'll see if I can get myself to the ladies' room without any help. Keep an eye on me." She stood and tottered toward the restroom, using chairs and tables to help with her balance. She disappeared down the hallway.

As Jane came to the table to deliver drinks to some of the others, Brenda motioned to her.

"I think you'd be breaking the law if you served Paula another drink."

"No problem, but that was something else, what she just did. I don't think I could ever do that."

"You didn't see me doing it either," Brenda assured her.

"Maw-Maw said that if she's going to do it again, she should let us know so we can advertise." She laughed.

Paula made a successful return to the table; there was more chatter and suggestive remarks, and the celebration adjourned. Brenda was able to get both Paula and herself home without incident.

~~~

"Hey, Tony. Want to grab a beer before we go home?"

"Why not? I think the wife is visiting her mother today, so there's no hurry.

"I'll meet you at the usual place."

"See ya there."

They parked and went inside, the restaurant/bar being the usual busy. Two beers were ordered, and they reviewed a couple of things from their workday.

"So, Jerry. Someone told me you have a new girlfriend."

"Yeah, sort of. She's nice, you know--a divorcee with two little ones. The boy and girl love me already, and I'm enjoying them as well. And the lady isn't bad either. We've had a couple of dates, so we'll see how it goes."

"Good for you. I hope it works out."

"What the heck is going on over there?" Jerry asked, pointing across the room.

"I think they're having some kind of a celebration. It looks like a happy group." He laughed.

They continued to talk and watch the group on the other side of the room.

Suddenly, Jerry said, "Look, Tony. We're getting flashed.

Tony changed his position and could see a very nice set of breasts from a lady with a red shirt covering her face.

"What a pair."

"Some guy is a really lucky dude to have those to play with."

"Those things are big and beautiful."

Tony smiled at the comments since he was thinking the same thoughts.

People were taking photos with their phones, and he would have liked to get one, but it was too late as the boobs were now covered by the red shirt. He froze.

"Good lookin' woman," Jerry said. "I wonder what brought that on." He looked at Tony. "You look like you've never seen a good set of knockers before." He chuckled.

"Um, yeah, just surprised to see that." Surprised didn't nearly describe what he was feeling.

And he was surprised. Shocked might be a more relevant description. When the shirt was back covering the breasts, it uncovered the face of Paula Locke, the wife of Sandy Locke. Paula and Sandy were very good friends of Tony and Dana. He could barely comprehend what he had just seen. He'd seen Paula in a bikini but never totally bare. And certainly not in public. What was he going to do now? And why the heck had she done that? It didn't seem to be totally like her.

As he watched, he could see that Paula was laughing and being teased by the others. She seemed to be savoring the attention and had enjoyed being the center of attention just minutes ago.

"You wanna hang around and see if she gives us another show? You could run up there and get a photo this time." Jerry laughed.

"Naw, I think I'll head for home and see what the wife is up to."

~~~

The weekend came, and Sandy was home, sort of. He, Tony Barnes, and two others were getting together for eighteen holes of golf. All four were married, but there were no children, so they referred to themselves as theInfertile Foursome. They'd stopped for breakfast and moved on to their ten-forty-five tee time.

Paula called Dana and arranged to meet her at ten for shopping and lunch. Paula managed to find an Ohio State National Champions XL T-shirt in a department store and purchased it, a smile on her face.. When Dana asked if it was for Sandy, Paula promised to explain it to her at lunch.

They decided on Cracker Barrel for lunch. After they'd ordered, Dana reminded Paula that she was owed an explanation. Paula smiled and cleared her throat. She had called Dana and told her about the presentation, so she could skip that part today.

"Remember when we were at the beach and snuck out that one evening and skinny-dipped in the ocean?"

"Oh my gosh, yes. We thought we were so daring, but there was no one around." She laughed. "Even at that, I don't think there was ever a bare boob above the water."

"I know, and I've always wondered what it would have been like if we'd been seen."

Dana giggled. "Me too. I used to picture myself standing knee-deep in the water with people walking along and seeing me. I pictured myself standing there and smiling. But then reality would strike me, and I'd shiver and realize I could never do that. But I kept picturing it anyway."

"I felt that way too." Paula paused and looked around, almost guiltily. "If I tell you this, you have to swear not to tell anyone, not even Tony."

"Have you murdered someone, Paula?"

More laughter. "You have to swear."

"I swear." But she was eager to hear what Paula might say.

Paula related what had happened, how she'd gone to Maw-Maw's with Brenda and gotten almost totally sloshed.

"They asked me about the kids' group, and we talked about how difficult it was to raise money. One man related how one of his relatives raised money and suggested I could do it too."

Paula could see that Dana was putting two and two together and was staring intently at her.

"So, basically, we collected money from everyone for the kids ... and I flashed my boobs for ten seconds."

"You flashed your bare boobs for ten seconds?" Dana's eyes were wide.

"I was drunk, it wasn't bad, and it raised eight hundred and ninety dollars for the kids."

"There were men and women both there, I bet."

"Yeah, there were, and now it's your turn to do it."

Dana had an unbelieving look on her face. "Are you kidding? There's no way I could do that."

"Yes, you could. You just lift your shirt, and there they are. After a while, you lower your shirt, and it's over. And it's more exciting than you can imagine. You have those huge boobs, and people would love to see them, particularly the men."

"They're not huge." She looked at Paula. "Well, maybe almost huge."

"I'm sure you're a D or maybe a double-D."

Dana shrugged.

"You need to show'em. I did, and mine aren't huge like yours."

"Paula, stop using that word, and why would I do that? I mean, if you really did it, and it sounds like you did, that's okay for you. But it's not okay for me."

Paula laughed. "You always teased me about you being the brave one and me being the chicken. I think the roles have been reversed."

"You're not going to get me with that one, either. I'm keeping my shirt on."

"My shirt was on. Actually, Sandy's shirt, but I just lifted the front and made almost nine hundred dollars for the kids. You've helped me with that group, and you could help even more now. Remember my telling you how difficult it was to raise money." Another laugh. "I think I've solved that problem."

Dana realized that Paula was deadly serious about her flashing her boobs in front of a group of people. She had always been theh brave and daring one and seemed ready to lose that distinction. She told herself that it was no big deal, and her boobs had always stayed hidden, but having Paula outdo her like this was already gnawing at her, and she knew she'd have to do some serious thinking. And there was the dog shelter that she worked with. They always needed money.

"You're thinking about it," Paula said, chuckling. "I can tell."

"Thinking doesn't mean it's going to happen." Dana was doing her best not to raise Paula's expectations.

"You'll love it. When it strikes you what you're doing, the feelings that go through your body are amazing. You can hardly breathe. I'll be doing it again one of these days."

Dana could see the obvious excitement on Paula's face and wondered. Could she feel the same things, or would she want to crawl under the table and hide? Tony often told her she "had the best tits he'd ever seen." She always wondered exactly what that meant. Still, they were big and hadn't begun to droop yet, and she knew that men would love to see them ... if she was willing to show them. The way Paula talked, it sounded simple. Just lift your shirt.

"I'm considering it, Paula. I really am."

"Three or four glasses of wine help, too," Paula said, poking Dana.

"I'm sure I'll have at least four if I decide to do it."

"And don't worry, you won't have to pay for any of them.

Dana laughed; they finished lunch and headed out for some more shopping, but Dana's mind was picturing herself with a shirt pulled up in front of her face. Could she really do it?"

~~~

"Hey, Rob, are you working over tonight?"

"Nope. I packed it all away. I'm done for today, Jerry."

"How about a beer?" he asked, a knowing smile on his face.

"I don't know. But the wife said she was going out with the girls, so a beer sounds good. And why that cunning smile?"

"I stopped in there on the way home and heard that there just might be a repeat of the other night's performance. You remember that, right?"

How could he forget those beautiful tits of Paula's? His heart was already pounding, particularly since he and Dana were having dinner with the Lockes tomorrow night, which would be an interesting time. His body was already reacting, and he wondered what tomorrow evening might be like.

They drove separately to Maw-Maw's, as usual, and went inside, taking the same table they'd had the other night. This time, Tony has his phone more conveniently located--on the table in front of him.

"Looks like they're drifting in," Jerry said. "The place is filling up."

On the other side of the room, they'd pulled three tables together, and there were a dozen people or so sitting around them and ordering dinner. Tony was certain he'd spotted Paula, although she was facing partially away from him. They both ordered cheeseburgers and fries and ate, keeping an eye on the group.

When they'd finished, their full attention went to the special group, which was getting louder and more animated. They were obviously consuming more than just food. The other very noticeable thing was that the place was full, everyone anxious for the special treat that awaited them.

People from the small group were moving around collecting money as they'd done last time. Instead of the little kids, tonight was for a puppy rescue organization. Both Tony and Jerry handed over fifty dollars.

The money gatherers were back and seated, and the main event was ready to start. The lady sitting next to Paula and wearing a huge red shirt stood and walked around the table in order to face the rest of the room.

"Hey, a different one tonight," Jerry announced.

"I can't see around those two guys," Tony complained.

"She's climbing onto a chair."

Tony smiled as he saw the red shirt come into view, and when the lady raised her head to look over the room, his eyes widened.

"Another good-looking one," Jerry assured him.

He knew that Dana was a good-looking woman, but what was she doing on that chair? He found out quickly as she grasped the hem of the red shirt and pulled it up over her face.

"Holy shit, those things are big and beautiful," Jerry blurted out. "Wouldn't you love to have a couple of handfuls of that? Where's my phone?"

"Honey, you should be in Playboy, or maybe Hustler."

"Come over here and sit on my lap when you're finished up there."

"Thank you for showing us those beauties."

Tony was numb, hoping that Dana wouldn't recognize him. He was certain that Paula had persuaded her to do this. He knew that Dana liked to appear tough and unafraid of doing odd things, but this was way beyond anything she'd ever done. He grabbed his phone and took two photos.

"That was over way too fast. Way too fast." Jerry shook his head. "How'd you like to go home and have that waiting for you? Well, you're married," he added, laughing. "You have one probably as nice waiting for you."

"I think you could say that," he answered, still a little flummoxed by what had happened. "Listen, I'm going to head out. I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"Okay., I see you took photos tonight. I'll send you the two I took with the other lady. You might as well have both."

"Thanks, and you're right. I might as well have both."

Tony had been home about forty minutes when he heard a car pull into the driveway. Pulling aside the front curtain, he saw Dana carefully climbing out of Paula's car and working her way to the front door. He opened the door.

"Have a good time?" he asked, smiling.

She came through the door and gave him a kiss. "It's always fun when I go out with Paula and the girls," she said with a giggle.

"Sounds like you had a really good time."

"People kept buying me glasses of wine, and I drank too much. You can probably tell that."

"You sound a little tipsy. How many did you have?"

"I don't know. Am I on some kind of rationing plan?"

He laughed. "No, it's just when you get too many, you do silly things sometimes."

"Yeah, I guess that's right. I'll count more carefully after this."

"Glad you're home safely," he said. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I'm drunk, but I missed you. Why don't we mess around a little?" Another giggle as she lifted off the red T-shirt.

"You were a little daring tonight, huh. Braless?"

"Yeah, but this baggy shirt helped hide everything. Plus, maybe that's what's gotten me so horny. Let's go do some fun things."

That sounded good to Tony, and before long, he was doing what Jerry had suggested he might like to do--he was having a couple of handfuls of those fantastic tits, and Dana seemed to be loving it as well.

The sex was over the top despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed. When Tony thought they were finished, she insisted on another orgasm, which he was very willing to provide for her. He was amazed at his excitement sometimes, he was having sex with the lady who flashed the crowd at Maw-Maw's--when it was all over, he wondered if he was some kind of pervert.

After her second crashing orgasm, Dana fell asleep quickly. Tony's cell phone beeped, and when he checked, he had the two pictures of Paula that Jerry had promised. With Dana asleep, he went to his computer, loaded the two pictures, and, with an app he had, made one picture with the two side by side. It made for very pleasant viewing. What Paula lacked in size when compared to Dana, she made up for in shape. Plus, she had those long nipples that got even longer when she was excited. But Dana had the large areola that excited him each time he saw them.

He wished he'd taken videos so that he could hear the reactions from the crowd once again. The larger crowd that was there for Dana's unveiling hooted and whistled and cheered loudly. He'd dated Dana since early high school, and she had always been there with him. Hearing the crowd's reaction had given him a new appreciation of her.

He went to sleep picturing the two of them on a table together at Maw'Maw's.

~~~

"Hey, Paula. Is tonight the night the Barnes' are coming for dinner?"

"Sure is. Did you forget about that already?" She laughed and poked him.

"Not totally, since I asked you about it."

"You're lucky. That may keep you from going to the assisted living facility."

"You're kind and compassionate. What time do the festivities begin?"

"They're coming at five. We'll have brats, burgers, and potato salad along with a couple of those craft beers you have stashed in the spare frig."

"My good craft beer." He smacked her playfully on the rear end. "You may have to pay for that later."

"And I'm sure you have a payment plan all worked out."

"Sometimes it's good to play it by ear."

"Or by something else," she said, laughing.

"That's done a pretty good job in the past."

"We may need to take a vote on that. Your experience is kind of one-sided."

"Wait a minute. You're the one who has those screaming orgasms."

"I don't think I'm screaming."

"They're pretty loud, though."

"Whatever. I'm going to change into some Daisy Dukes and a tank top unless you protest."

Daisy Dukes make your legs and ass look great."

"So you're not protesting?"

"I just hope there'll be enough time before they get here to, well, you know."

"Go start the grill because there isn't enough time before they get here. It's ten till five."

"Five minutes is plenty of time for me--they're called quickies, you know."

"Just go start the grill," Paula answered, laughing.

"You're probably right. Those Daisy Dukes are so tight; it would take longer than that just to get them off of you."

"I can buy a bigger size," she suggested.

"Naw, these are fine." Sandy went out the back door to the patio and began working on the grill.

The fire was going exactly the way Sandy wanted it when Dana and Tony pulled into the driveway, and Paula came out the back door with the burgers and brats.

"Wait, did you and Paul talk on the phone about what to wear? Two pairs of tight Daisy Dukes may be more than I can handle, particularly on you two." Tony had a big smile on his face.

"I'll second that," Sandy said. "What a pair of babes we're married to, right?

Tony's mind was in gear. "Quite a pair," he said, and only he knew the double meaning in that.

Sandy put the brats and burgers on the grill. "Won't be long," he said as the two ladies went inside to finish with the rest of the meal.

"Let me show you a photo, and tell me what you think." He pulled out his phone, pulled up the combination he'd made, and showed it to Sandy."

"Holy shit," Sandy exclaimed. "How the heck did you get those. That's in a restaurant or something, and those are two very nice sets of hooters."

"You're right. The one on the left is Dana, and the one on the right is Paula."

Sandy looked at Tony. "Are you sure? Their faces are covered."

"I was there, man, for both of them. And I was surprised by both of them. Seeing Paula was an accident, but I'd heard from a friend that there was to be a repeat, and I assumed it would be Paula again. But, it was Dana."

"And this was two different nights? Let me see that picture again."

"Yup, and both of them had had a good bit to drink before they did it."

Sandy looked at the picture again. "Wow. I wish you were closer. More detail.

"The details are in the kitchen, fixing the rest of the dinner. "I was afraid that you might be upset, but I didn't think it was right to keep it a secret."

"I've kidded Paula a lot about going topless, but she always poo-pooed the idea. But, she did it."

"Kind of the same with Dana. But there she was." He laughed. "And for both of them, the crowd loved it. They got lots of hoots and whistles and applause."

"I don't doubt that. They both have a great pair."

"If I find it's going to happen again, I'll let you know. A guy I work with has an in at Maw-Maw's where it all happened."

"Maw-Maw's. I know that Paula and her friend, Brenda, like to go there."

Sandy flipped the burgers and rolled the brats across the grate. He smiled.

"Should we have some fun with this?"

"We might never get another chance like this. We'll play it by ear."

"We talked about having some craft beer tonight, but I know Paula would much prefer wine, and I have plenty of that, too."

"I'm sure Dana would like that too. We can drink the craft beer."

"Here they come. Let's wait until at least three glasses of wine."

Paula set a large bowl of potato salad on the picnic table. Dana followed with a platter of raw vegetables.

"Sandy, you'd better get the beer. It looks like we're about ready to eat."

Okay, but listen, would you ladies rather have wine than beer?"

Paula snorted. "You just don't want us drinking your special beer." She laughed.

"I'm trying to be kind, and that's what I get."

"Poor Sandy," Dana said. "I, for one, would be more than happy to have wine."

"You give in too easily, Dana," Paula teased. "But, I'll join you with the wine." She stuck her tongue out at Sandy.

"Tony and I will stick with the beer, and I'll get the wine." He was gone for five minutes and returned with a six-pack of beer and a large bottle of wine.

The food was delicious, and all four of them ate their fill; the wine glasses were also refilled. Sandy had the corn hole game, and they played that for a while, long enough for another wine glass refill for each of the ladies.

They decided to go inside and decide what to do for the rest of the evening.

"Sandy, this will be our fourth glass of wine. Are you two trying to get us drunk?"

"I think Tony will agree that you two are fun when you're drunk, and you have fun when you're drunk."

Paula looked at Dana, and they both smiled.

"Fun and exciting stuff can happen when you're drunk. That's true."

Sandy refilled Dana's glass, too.

"You guys like to eat and drink at Maw-Maw's sometimes, don't you?"

A pair of cautious nods.

Tony pulled his phone from his pocket. "Look what I found on the Internet."

He held the phone so both ladies could see it. "Isn't that Maw-Maw's?" he asked.

"Looks like it, doesn't it, Dana?"

"Sure does. And those are two gorgeous sets of hooters. Don't you guys agree?"

"Oh, we agreed on that. If it happens again, we'd like to be there to see it."

"Perverts," Paula said. "Always wanting to see more tits."

"It's a guy thing. Tits are cool, and guys like to see as many as they can."

"So, do you think those at Maw-Maw's are better than ours?" Paula asked.

"Well, the one girl looks very similar to yours, so I'm not sure, and I've never seen Dana's bare, so I can't compare there." Sandy smiled when he'd finished.

Dana stood and lifted her tank top off over her head. Her breasts were bare and right in front of Sandy.

"Dana, what are you doing?"

"They like real ones, so I thought I'd show them some real ones." She turned toward Sandy. "Real ones right in front of your face are always better than photos."

"I give the nod to your big ones, for sure," Sandy said, glancing at Paula.

Paula stood. "Tony has the same problem that you had, Sandy." Her tank top was quickly tossed on the floor. "There, now you can compare. Let's see that picture again."

"I agree with Sandy," Tony said. "Real ones right in front of your face are better than photos on a phone. And besides," he added with a grin. "I didn't get the pictures from the Internet. I was there."

"Which night?" Dana asked.

"Both nights."

"So, you watched me flash the crowd, and when I got home, still very drunk, you took advantage of me." She giggled.

"Yeah, twice for you, and I didn't hear a single complaint."

Sandy and Paula laughed.

"So you still like twice?" teased Paula.

"Tony, just keep your mouth closed," Dana said, her cheeks a little pink.

"Should I tell them what you like, Paula?"

"Sandy, don't you dare," Paula said, jumping to put her hand over Sandy's mouth. He, in turn, squeezed her breast.

"This isn't fair," Paula squealed. We're topless, and they can see our goodies."

"And your tits, too," Tony added, laughing.

"Yeah, you guys need to show something, too."

Sandy looked at Tony, and they both shed their shirts.

"Wow," Paula said. "I can see that at Walmart."

Tony had gone through one more beer than Sandy, and he led the way. He pulled off his shorts and then his boxers.

"That's more like it," Paula said seductively, eying Tony's erection.

"What about me?" Dana asked, looking at Sandy.

He shrugged and followed Tony's lead, Dana getting a view of Sandy's erection.

A minute or so of giggling and looking around at each other.

Dana giggled. "What now?"

"Shut up, Sandy," Paula said.

"I didn't say a thing.

"Yeah, but I could hear your thoughts.

"More beer and wine," Tony suggested. "That should help our thinking."

Sandy was already thinking, though. "It's warm outside, and we have the woods on one side of our house and Jenkins' house on the other, and they left on vacation two days ago."

"So, you're saying that the backyard is free of possible observers?"

"If we want to do something out there, it is."

"Paula, I can't believe that just a few days ago, we were quivering about flashing at Maw-Maw's, and today, we're talking about playing naked in the backyard."

"Well, Maw-Maw's got me over eight hundred dollars for the kids, and you over eleven hundred dollars for the puppies. We made about five hundred dollars for each bare breast."

Now, all four of them were laughing.

"I just thought of something," Paula said as Sandy arrived with two beers and two more glasses of wine. When we moved in, we found one of those plastic slicky-slides in the basement. You know, you turn the hose on them and then run and belly-flop and slide."

"I used to do that when I was little. And you've got one?" Dana sounded excited.

In a few minutes, they were in the backyard squirting each other with the hose before connecting it to the slicky-slide. There was a lot of horseplay, some slapping and tickling, and a bit of "accidental" touching of various parts of the bodies. When the slide was activated, all took several turns belly-sliding on the slide. Since Paula and Sandy's backyard sloped, getting to the end of the slide was no problem, and continuing the sliding through the freshly mowed grass was fun and caused more laughter. Cleaning the grass of the wet bodies seemed to be the task of the two members of the opposite sex, and this brought on more giggling.

The Jenkins had indeed gone on vacation, but Paula and Sandy were not aware that they had enlisted her brother to appear periodically to look after their cat, and he was currently at an upstairs window, videoing the frolicking with his phone. It would be shared with his sister, who might have new thoughts about her next-door neighbors.

"Well, gang, what now?"

"I'm tired," Dana said, "and my boobs are sore from all that sliding."

"That's because they're so big," Paula teased.

"They just grew that way. I didn't have surgery or anything."

"And they did get lots of money for the puppies," Sandy added.

"Puppies for the puppies," Tony said, giving one of Dana'spuppies a playful pat.

"It's getting dark, so let's go inside. You guys don't have to leave for a couple of hours or more."

The hose was turned off, but the slide was left in place.

The Jenkins won't be back for another five days," Paula giggled.

Inside, Paula retrieved four towels, and they dried carefully and went to the family room.

"It looks like sliding on your belly sliding affected you, too, Paula."

"It wasn'tbelly sliding that made them grow like this, but it doesn't take much."

Sandy laughed. "She'll come downstairs in pajamas, and I'll talk dirty to her for ten seconds, and you can watch the bumps grow on the front of her shirt."

As Sandy spoke, they grew even more. A touch self-conscious, Paula decided to change the subject.

"You were pretty sloshed the other night when I dropped you off, so I'm amazed you could still come twice."

Dana looked at Tony and shook her head. "See what you started."

"You were hot and ready for action. I think that showing your tits to a bunch of guys got you charged up."

"Well, you were there and watched, and I barely got inside before you started with me."

"You mean that all happened in the living room"? Sandy asked, sounding amazed.

"I'm proud of what happened, and it didn't take long, did it, Tony?" As long as it had gone this far, she was willing to run with it.

"Not long at all, and you were loud, babe. You were unusually loud. That really turned me on."

"Yeah, yeah, you guys talk, but Paula could do better than that."

"What?" Paula said, looking at Sandy with unbelieving eyes.

"I see where you're headed, Sandy. We're all naked, so we might as well be doing things that naked people do."

"But not in public," Dana cautioned.

"This is our family room, not public."

"Maybe another glass of wine," the always competitive Paula suggested.

Sandy poured, and the ladies began sipping, each anticipating what might lie ahead.

"We'll let that wine take effect, and then I'll make my suggestion."

"Sandy, we're already so drunk we've, well, you know what we've done. And now you have something else?" Paula was squinting at Sandy as she spoke.

"It's nothing special. I suspect both of you do it every couple of nights."

It only took Dana a few seconds to put it all together. "We're not going to do that, are we, Paula?"

"Do what?"

"What we were talking about earlier, that I did twice."

Paula looked from Sandy to Tony and back to Sandy. "In your dreams," she said emphatically.

"You're competitive, and as of right now, Dana holds the record for how fast she was able to come twice. I'd think you'd want to take that record away from her."

"But that's a lot different from a swimming race or a sack race at a picnic. Oh my gosh."

"Let's do it, Paula, on one condition. That when we're through, we have a men's race to see who can shoot their load the fastest. And we'll help them along." Dana was grinning and looked totally ready for the contests.

"Dana, do you realize what you're saying?"

"Prolly not. I'm pretty drunk."

"We're going to have a race to see who can come twice the fastest."

"Well, even the loser is gonna be pretty happy after coming twice. And having someone else watching will make it happen faster." She giggled.

Paula could see that it was going to happen. That special time, which had always been very private, was now going to happen in front of their best friends. As her slightly muddled mind thought about it, seeing and hearing Dana come twice would be exciting, way better than watching a porn movie.

"Are we both going at the same time?" Paula asked quietly.

"Oh, no, one at a time," Tony assured her. "And you'll be coming, not going." He laughed as Paula rolled her eyes.

"Who's gonna go first?" Sandy was getting right to business.

"I don't have a coin."

"Here's a coaster. The flowers are heads, and the cork is tails. I'll toss it, and you call it, Tony. If you call it right, you get to choose. If you're wrong, we get to choose."

Everyone stepped back, and Sandy tossed the coaster.

"Heads."

The coaster bounced twice and then stopped, the flowers showing.

Paula and Sandy looked at Dana and Tony, knowing what their choice would be.

After five seconds of whispering, Tony announced, "You guys can go first." Tony chuckled. "She thought she might pick up some pointers."

"Tony, that's terrible," Dana said, flicking his dick, causing him to flinch.

"I was hoping the champ would go first so I could pick up the pointers," Paula said with a giggle.

Sandy's phone was rounded up to time the event, and Tony and Dana were ready.

"We need a minute to plan," Sandy said as he tugged and gently twisted Paula's nipples. She closed her eyes and nibbled her lower lip. "How do you want to do this?"

"Like always," she answered.

"No, I mean manual or oral."

"I can't believe we're doing this, but I think oral might work since it's more intimate and should charge me up in front of our friends. Ugh."

"Well, lie down on the floor and spread your legs wide."

Paula groaned but did just that, suddenly being caught up in what was happening. She was breathing harder and could feel her body heating and tingling. Sandy saw a look on her face that he'd seen many times before. She was ready to be pleasured.

"Are you two ready?"

"Ready."

"Three, two, one, GO."

Sandy's head dropped between Paula's legs, and she squealed and jerked. He wasn't going to bother with preliminaries, and his lips closed on her clit, sucking hard as his tongue was working hard. Paula's body was pulsating, her long, deep moans filling the family room. It was almost difficult for Sandy to keep his head in place, her movements were so intense.

"Gonna come," she said between loud moans.

"Beautiful," Sandy said, giving her an instant's respite. But only an instant as his lips and tongue continued with Paula writhing on the floor, nearly overcome by what was happening and not sure she could stand it. Quickly, this time, Sandy had two fingers inside her and was pumping them as hard as he could. More moans and undulations until she began to spasm once more, nearly screaming with pleasure as the sensations overwhelmed her. At last, she stopped, her head rolling to the side.

"Wow, that was fast," Tony said. "She started the first orgasm at four minutes and forty seconds and the second at ten minutes and twelve seconds."

"My gosh, Paula, that's fantastic.

She opened her eyes but didn't say anything.

"Are you okay?" Sandy looked concerned as they'd never done it quite that way before.

A smile slowly formed on her face. "I may have had a heart attack or stroke, but that was like nothing I've ever felt before." She rolled her head toward the other two. "So, are you ready, Dana?"

"Orgasms aren't supposed to be timed; they should just be enjoyed."

"Well, I enjoyed mine, and I never once thought about it being timed."

She turned and whispered to Sandy. "We'll see how you do when you're being timed."

"I'm gonna be like you," he whispered back. "I'm just going to enjoy it."

Dana and Tony were talking softly, and she lay back on the floor just as Paula had done, her legs spread wide.

"Do you have any KY jelly?" Tony asked.

"We didn't use that. And if Dana isn't dripping wet already, you guys don't have a chance."

Tony checked. "Yeah, she is good and wet. I guess we're ready, then."

"Okay. Three, two, one, GO."

Tony's right hang sprang into motion, rubbing Dana's clit at a furious pace. His left hand mirrored what Sandy had done, probing her pussy vigorously. Dana's body was arching, and her moans were loud and long.

When her body began to clearly spasm, Sandy checked the phone and showed it to Paula.

Tony gave her a five-second respite when the spasms stopped, then began again just as he had done at the start. "Don't slow down," she moaned, squeezing her breasts and tugging on her nipples. "Oh, yes, I'm coming," she said between moans, and the spasms began again.

Sandy pressed the stop button.

When Dana had come down from her double orgasmic high, she asked quietly, "What was our time?"

"Well, your first was almost the same as Paula's, about four minutes and forty seconds. But your second was at nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds. So, you two were fifteen seconds faster.

Dana sat up and kissed Tony. "We broke the ten-minute barrier. I knew we could do it," she said, giggling.

Paula looked at Sandy. "Next time, we'll be better prepared."

Sandy's eyes widened, and he looked over at Dana and Tony.

"If you guys need to do some training, we'll be ready when you are," Tony said with a laugh. "But I think we've all been practicing this for some time."

That brought a round of laughter, and Tony stood.

"Um, we're not through," Dana reminded him.

He looked at her, a question on his face. "Oh, I almost forgot. But I'm glad you reminded me."

"You two have been hard for a long time," Paula suggested. "Do you think you can keep them up?"

"It's been waiting for its turn, and Dana is going to make it happen."

"First," Paula said emphatically. "We went first before."

"Let's decide something so that everything is equal."

Sandy checked with Paula. "Sure, what's your idea?"

"It's a question. Oral or manual?"

Having Paula's lips wrapped around his cock with two people watching sounded enticing, but there was something else that was important.

"How about keeping oral for the bedroom and using manual here? It makes the timing easier."

Dana and Tony chuckled. "Makes sense to me. We need a little warmup just to be sure." He sat down, and Dana knelt between his legs.

"I thought that was for the bedroom," Sandy whispered.

"We may try that too. I don't think you'll complain," Paula said.

It was countdown time.

"Ready? Three, two, one, GO."

Dana's hand was instantly in motion, and Tony's eyes closed.

"You're gonna come, babe, and fast," she encouraged in a very sensuous voice.

It was easy to see that he was doing his best, and more quickly than Paula and Sandy expected, a stream of creamy liquid shot into the air and landed on his belly, followed by several more.

"Good job, babe," Dana cooed. "I'm jealous that I couldn't feel that happening inside me."

Paula chuckled as she watched Dana's hand slow, giving Tony the full benefit of his orgasm.

"What was our time?" Dana asked as Tony's eyes opened.

"A minute and twelve seconds."

"Wow. Too bad it's not when we first started dating. I think our first time was about ten seconds."

"You're one hell of a babe, and I'm surprised I lasted that long."

"Now we get to see how the blonde takes care of her man," Dana said with a giggle.

Paula suspected that the "warmup" oral that Dana gave Tony was more than just a warmup. So she bent and used her mouth to do the same to Sandy.

When she lifted her head, she said, "We're ready." Her hand was in position.

"Three, two, one, GO."

It was time for Paula's hand to be almost a blur as she pumped Sandy's super hard cock. Her other hand was massaging his balls. His eyes were open, and she could see that he was looking at Dana, probably at those huge tits.

It wasn't long before his head went back, and the stream of liquid shot into the air and landed on Paula's hand. By the third pulse, she had him in her mouth, adding a bit of pleasure to the end of his orgasm. When his eyes opened, he smiled at her.

"Shit," Tony said. "One minute and nine seconds."

"You're the best, babe," Sandy said, giving her a kiss.

"We're tied at one each," Tony said. "We need to figure out how to keep this competition going."

"I think so too. And we need to come up with things that the losers have to do."

"Like truth or dare."

Paula looked at Dana, who shrugged as the men were running wild with these crazy ideas. "Here's what we'll do," she said. "Dana will come up with what the contest or whatever will be, and she'll keep it a secret from the other three. I'll come up with the consequences or the task that needs to be accomplished by whoever loses. I'll keep those a secret."

"I think I'll like that, Dana said. "And I'm sure you'll love it, Paula. We'll decide when we can get together again, and off we'll go."

"Are you guys okay to drive home? We have an extra bedroom, and I'd feel better if you just stayed here. We've all had a bunch of beer and wine, and no one should end up in jail after the night we've had."

"Do you promise not to put your ear to the wall?" Tony asked, laughing.

"Not on your life. Listening is free in this house."

"Listening works both ways."

"Listening is all in the timing," Paula added.

So, each couple went upstairs to bed, anxious for their next adventure and totally expecting that the other couple would come to their bedroom to watch--heck with just listening.