Judy With the Booty

Foreword: I put this story in the Anal category, because that's what kind of sex it involves, but it's also a tale of two young women, one of whom pines for the other, who agree to a tryst. It might get re-categorized to Lesbian or even Romance, assuming it isn't too raw for those audiences. Anyway, now you hopefully have some idea of what you're in for, if you stopped to check this.

Judy with the Booty

Judith Boudreaux was considered the exotic beauty of our small town. She was born and raised here, but one set of her grandparents met in Korea, the other in Argentina, so she inherited a blend of traits that made her stand out from the crowd in the rural South. I always fixated on her eyes, which were big and dark and expressive. Most everyone else zeroed in on her rear, not that I can blame them. She had wide hips and very generous buns, which is largely why she got saddled with the nickname 'Judy with the Booty', although it was also a play on her surname (pronounced kind of like BOOD-row, for those of you who don't know). Her posterior was fine viewing no matter what she wore, but the tiny outfits that were the uniform of the titty bar we both worked at really showed off the junk in her trunk. Her magnificent ass, most people said, more than compensated for her almost entirely flat chest. I often wanted to slap people who made such comments, but since Judy would just laugh it off, I felt obligated to let it slide.

I call the establishment a 'titty bar', but that's not quite accurate. We served beer and wine coolers and things like that, but we were really just a mediocre restaurant (some people said 'breast-aurant') that used scantily-clad women to lure in truckers and sports fans and dirty old men. We didn't have to get naked or do anything too lewd, although we were encouraged to flirt with the customers as much as we could. Judy loved to flounce around and tease men with her body, and she could make friends with just about anyone at the drop of a hat. As the town's token (but mostly still closeted) lesbian, I found that a lot harder to pull off, but nowhere else I could work paid better, so I hitched on a smile and did my best to follow her lead, even with the crude customers who would lament they couldn't combine the two of us into a 'complete' package.

I should probably explain that I was almost the polar opposite of Judy in many ways. She was outgoing whereas I was reserved. She had straight dark hair and a kind of olive complexion, while I was pale with rusty brown curls. I already mentioned her kind of pear-shaped build; my own figure was lanky, with a flat ass but incongruously large breasts, which is the feature most guys admired, and the one they wanted to add to Judy. In absolute terms I wasn't really absurdly endowed, but on a skinny girl anything more than a handful tends to look huge, especially in a tight shirt with an open-cup bra ('nips for tips', as Judy would say). And, while I suggested she was a tease, Judy actually had a reputation for putting out for her boyfriends, whereas my exploits had largely been limited to my toy collection.

Back in high school, Judy and I hadn't interacted much, despite how small our class was. In the year or so we'd been working together, though, we'd become good friends, and I'd fallen hard for her.

Knowing she was straight, I kept my longings secret. She was one of the few people in town I'd come out to about my orientation, but she never let it become an issue. In fact, she even went so far as to flirt with me, saying that it would help me be a better waitress, or at least get better tips. It was on her advice that I'd started wearing bras that didn't cover my nipples. Even though it made me feel slutty, the idea that I was actually being slutty for her was compelling. I went along with it all, even though it made my frustrated longing for her worse. I simply couldn't say no to the fantasy that she was interested in me, and truth be told, she was probably right in suggesting I could use the practice for dealing with people. After a particularly rough day in early spring, when I nearly had a panic attack thanks to the bedlam of an energetic crowd, she invited herself over to help me de-stress and work on my people skills.

***

"Try to use your hands more when you talk," Judy said, emphasizing her point by placing one of hers on my upper arm, making my heart flutter. She was leaning over slightly, rearranging the items on my kitchen table as if she were waitressing, and the slight sensation of her weight pressing on me was strangely exhilarating. "Don't be grabby, obviously, but a little casual contact will go a long way!"

"I dunno," I replied uncertainly. "Won't that encourage them to do the same? I don't like the idea of strangers putting their hands on my legs or patting me on the ass."

"There aren't many guys who would get that fresh these days," Judy said, taking her hand away and leaving me missing her touch. "And let's be real: any of the ones that would try it won't be waiting for an invitation."

"I guess not," I said. I wasn't completely convinced, but it was hard for me to openly disagree with her. She pressed on, choosing not to address my obvious doubts.

"As long as it's just a guy or guys at the table, take a seat with them if there's an open chair. It'll make you seem more welcoming and interested in them." Judy bumped my shoulder with her hip and teased, "Don't be tempted to sit in their laps, though! That's an advanced technique, I don't think you're ready for it quite yet!"

I laughed, appreciating the joke on one level, but it sounded kind of manic or forced, thanks to the thrill I got from the contact. Not to mention the fact that I was imagining her sitting down on me, having her plump rear pressed up against my thighs and feeling her full weight on me, reaching up to wrap my arms around her....

"Earth to Elizabeth!" Judy said, snapping her fingers in front of my face and startling me out of my reverie. "Where did you go?"

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, briefly making eye contact. "You know how my mind can run away sometimes."

"Still worried about leading people on?" she asked. "Afraid they'll get the wrong message? Read too much into things?"

That was at least mostly true, if not the actual reason for my wandering thoughts, so I just shrugged and nodded in agreement. "I guess I'm just not attuned to people's body language and stuff."

"It takes practice, that's all" Judy assured me. "Just because it comes more naturally to me doesn't mean you can't learn to be just as good, and once you are, I bet you'll feel a lot more comfortable interacting with folks."

"I hope so," I said glumly. "Thanks for giving up your night to spend time helping me."

"Don't make it sound like such a burden!" she replied, laughing. "We're friends, aren't we? It's good to just hang out sometimes!"

"Still..." I said, searching for any excuse to prolong our time together. "I appreciate it. A lot. Do you want something to drink? Or to eat?"

Judy held up her hand before I could start babbling and said, "I'll take a glass of whatever you have that's soft and sweet!" I looked at her quizzically, wondering if she was still being flirtatious or if I was just a dunce. She clarified, "Nothing with alcohol, I mean. I have to drive home soon. Soda, sweet tea, fruit juice... whatever's convenient for you!"

I blushed slightly as I bustled off to fetch a glass for her. An impulse to suggest that she could spend the night had welled up inside me, but it felt menacingly forward and out of character for me, so I quashed the urge almost as soon as I realized I was having it. We chatted a little more about trivial things, and I let slip that I still had misgivings about acting on her advice. "It's just, we're already wearing suggestive clothes, and I sometimes feel kind of like a slut walking around with my boobs half on display. I'm worried it could be one of those 'give them an inch and they'll take a mile' scenarios."

Judy gave me a little smile and said, "You're getting worried over nothing. Have you ever seen anyone pull a stunt like that with me?"

"Well, no..." I admitted. Then, despite my better judgment, I added, "But I hear you do let things go further. Sometimes."

Judy's cheeks got faintly pink and her eyes went wide, giving her a comical look of surprise. I was terrified that I'd offended her, since our sex lives (or lack thereof) were not a topic we had ever really discussed. A peal of laughter erupted from her, however, and it was more than a minute before she calmed down enough to respond to me verbally. I spent the time turning beet red with shame and embarrassment, although I was relieved that she didn't seem to be angry, at least.

Wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, Judy said, "Word gets around, I see! I'll let you in on a little secret, which I guess isn't all that secretive after all." Leaning forward across the table a bit, she lowered her voice slightly and said, "Yes, I have occasionally had liaisons with customers in the past. And before you ask, no, it's not for tips or any other monetary considerations. It's just... where else in town am I going to meet anyone?"

"Sorry," I said, contritely. "I mean, for coming out of left field like that. I didn't mean it to sound like an accusation."

"It's fine!" Judy replied, waving her hand in the air. "It took me by surprise, that's all. No worries!" She tilted her head a bit and got a thoughtful expression on her face, then added, "Come to think of it, that might be just the ticket!"

Confused and vaguely alarmed, I quickly said, "I'm not going to hook up with a customer!"

Judy laughed again and shook her head, saying, "No, I mean, you can watch me and the guys I've hooked up with!" Seeing the aghast look on my face, she blushed a little and giggled. "That came out wrong! I meant, you can watch how we interact when I'm their server. We basically have a code that we just kind of naturally adopted. They'll flirt with me, and if I'm free and willing, I subtly let them know by my behavior, and we just kind of escalate throughout the evening. It's kind of like foreplay, I guess. Or maybe a mating dance!"

"I had no idea," I replied, feeling somehow queasy and a little turned on at the same time, thanks to the topic of discussion. "Why bother with a code, though?"

"Well, I guess it's kind of like a screening tool," Judy said with a small grin. "If a guy doesn't have the patience to play along and observe the proper forms and rituals, there's a good chance he wouldn't fall in line with my other requirements."

"What other requirements?" I asked, totally engrossed in the conversation, and yet still mostly baffled.

Judy looked slightly uneasy at the question, which was a bit surprising. After a few moments of hesitation, though, she blushed faintly again and said, "Well, it may seem hypocritical or something, but I'm saving myself for marriage, so they have to respect that if they want to get in my pants."

"I am totally lost," I admitted.

Judy laughed again, but nervously this time, and confided, "Well, I only do anal. I'm a virgin in the narrow, traditional sense of the word." Responding to my shocked expression, she giggled quietly and said, "I kind of thought you would have guessed that, considering I know you know my nickname."

I blinked for a moment, then exclaimed, "I thought that was because of your real name!" Gesturing vaguely toward her lap, I added, "And because you have such a great ass!"

Seeming to have regained her composure, Judy smiled at me and said, "Well, yeah, that's how the name got started, sure. But it might not have stuck past high school if I hadn't gotten a reputation as a butt slut." Winking at me, she added, "And thanks for the compliment, by the way! It's flattering to know my charms work on girls, too!"

"They sure do on this one," I replied automatically, then clapped my hand over my mouth in horror. Too embarrassed even to apologize, I just stared at my friend, terrified that I'd fucked things up. Her face was hard to read. She didn't seem disgusted or angry, at least, but the welcoming smile she usually wore was gone, too. We sat in awkward silence for a while, before she finally decided to address the issue I'd inadvertently raised.

"Look, I'm not trying to be mean. I kinda know that you're into me, or you at least like looking at me, and I'm fine with that, really I am. Hell, if I had a problem with people admiring my body I'd be doing a different job. And I know you haven't said or done anything because you know I'm not into girls."

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, moving my hands to cover my entire face. "I'm so humiliated right now!"

I heard Judy shifting in her chair for a moment, as if she was preparing to stand up, but she remained seated. Instead, she quietly replied, "You don't have to feel that way. I'm not judging you. You're my friend, and I don't want to hurt you, and I'm honestly sorry that I can't be what you want. Everyone deserves some happiness."

I kept my face covered so she couldn't see my tears, although I think she knew I was crying by the way I was breathing. I didn't trust my voice, and couldn't think of anything worth saying anyway, so we sat in silence for another long while.

Judy sounded sad when she announced, "I should probably go home now. I wish I could comfort you somehow, but I think anything I tried would probably just make things worse." Her chair scraped against the floor as she finally stood, sounding harsh and loud and final. "I'll give you some space. But we're still friends, okay? Call me later if you need to talk about... whatever." She waited a little while to see if I would respond, then she let herself out of my apartment, and, I feared, out of my life.

***

Fortunately, my maudlin thoughts turned out to be unfounded. Things were awkward between us for a few weeks, which was mostly my fault. She tried a couple of times to let me know I could talk about my feelings if I wanted to, but I was doing my best to repress them, and she didn't pry. By the time summer rolled around we were almost back to normal. The one lasting difference is that she was no longer flirtatious with me, which was both a relief and a source of depression. I couldn't help but note the irony that my secret had come out, at least in part, because I was nervous about giving people false hopes of intimacy by seeming too friendly.

I started paying more attention to Judy's actions instead of just ogling her bits, and to my surprise, I discovered that it actually was fairly easy to discern the difference between her body language when she was being friendly and when she was truly flirting with someone. The clues were subtle, sure, but I obsessed about it almost as much as I'd obsessed about being with her before. Seeing her give soft smiles to a man and favor him with lingering touches still gave me a sick feeling somewhere in my belly, a kind of nauseating jealousy, but I gritted my teeth and endured it as best I could. I started emulating elements of her behavior, and while it was considerably more challenging to do than just to recognize, I gradually got better at it. And, just as she'd predicted, my improved perceptiveness made it easier to manage my anxiety when people around me started getting highly emotional. I wondered how someone barely older than I was could be so wise, and it burned like acid to know I loved her even more than before.

Toward the end of summer, Judy and one of her paramours started getting serious, much to my distress (plus five or six of her other friends with benefits). When I saw the guy (Hunter) shopping for an engagement ring at the one jewelry store in town, I had a massive panic attack and got physically sick on the sidewalk. That was the beginning of the end of my life in my hometown. I probably should have known the day would come eventually, since you can't really get over an unrequited love until you can put it behind you somehow. For me, that meant I would have to find someplace else, where I could be myself and meet a like-minded woman. Judy was very sad when I told her I was moving across the state, but I could tell she understood.

Almost eighteen months passed before I came back to my former home. My father had had a health scare, and while his prognosis was ultimately good, there were several days early on where the outcome was in question. After that excitement settled down a bit, I got curious about Judy, whom I hadn't spoken to since I left. I hoped my silence hadn't hurt her, but I doubted I could have been happy for her impending nuptials, given where I was in my life at that time. My sojourn in the city (I use the term loosely) had been good for me, though, and I'd finally been able to date (and fuck) some of the women I was attracted to. My self-confidence and comfort with my identity were much stronger than when I'd left. My flings had all been relatively brief to that point, but passionate, and I thought I'd be able to handle my residual feelings about encountering Mrs. Judy Donaldson. As usual, I was wrong.

***

"He dumped you?!" I screeched, spilling my coffee all over the table I was sitting at. Judy looked amused and exasperated by my outburst and the mess I'd made, and her laugh sounded just the same as I remembered when I started cursing thanks to the hot liquid dripping into my lap.

"Yeah," she confirmed, pulling out a towel and starting to wipe down the table, while I dabbed my jeans with a handful of napkins. "Turns out his parents weren't too keen on their son marrying a woman of 'impure heritage', if I recall the phrase correctly. They threatened to write him out of their will, so he bailed."

"You're kidding!" I shouted, drawing stares from the other customers. Slightly chagrined, I lowered my voice and continued, "That's outrageous! Who do they think they are?!"

Shrugging, Judy replied, "They think they're the family that owns a third of the town, and they're right. As long as they stay in this pond, they can pretty much get away with anything that ain't illegal, and probably some stuff that is."

"Well, the Donaldsons are fucking twats," I spat, indignant at their shabby treatment of my friend.

Judy giggled and said, "Language, Elizabeth! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I rolled my eyes, since she certainly wasn't above using curse words and was obviously teasing me. Composing herself, she continued, "You must actually be pretty upset. I can't remember the last time you didn't use a soap swear instead." For those who don't know, that's what we called words like 'darn' and 'heck' and 'booty' and so forth, so our parents wouldn't threaten to wash our mouths out with soap.

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "Hunter's parents are evidently fucking racists, and he's a fucking coward for not standing up to them." Judy smirked a little at my outburst but didn't admonish my choice of vocabulary. I found I couldn't just stop there, though, and revealed more of my underlying angst than I'd intended. "I can't believe I was actually jealous of that spineless little shit-stain!" I seethed. "Do you know I actually threw up when I found out he was going to propose to you? I would have given literally anything to be in his shoes back then, to get to be with you! I couldn't stand how lucky he was. And he fucking threw you away! For money! God, what a cum-rag he turned out to be!"

Judy's expression morphed several times during my rant. She started out amused, probably because of the vulgarity she still considered to be out-of-character for me. That turned into shock at my confession, and finally ended up somewhere between touched and concerned, if I was reading her face correctly. "I appreciate how much you care," she said carefully. "But it's okay, really. I was hurt for a while, but I got over it."

"I'm sorry I wasn't in touch," I said contritely, letting my anger drain away. "I wish I'd been a better friend to you. I at least could have checked in a few times!"

"Well, I think I can understand why you didn't," Judy replied, still choosing her words carefully. With a small grin, she added, "I can tell your time in the big city has left a mark on you, though. You seem a lot more bold and confident. And foul-mouthed!"

"Yeah, well, when you're on your own in a strange place, it's sink or swim," I replied, returning her smile with a small one of my own. "I might not have been able to manage if you hadn't helped me learn how to be comfortable talking to strangers."

"You certainly picked up some colorful new language, there, too!" she teased, seeming like her old self again. "Cum-rag? What a thing to say!"

Playing along, I pretended to explain, "Well, you see, that's what boys call a handkerchief or a sock that they use to wipe up the mess they make when they jack off."

Judy burst out laughing, and I joined in. We spent another hour or so catching up on less traumatic news in-between her serving other customers, while I tried to avoid staring at her body too much, or at least to be more subtle about it. I had to leave in order to visit my dad, who was still in the ICU for one more night, but I promised her I'd swing by to visit her again the next day.

That evening, as I was lying in the dark trying to get to sleep, I did some soul-searching. Judy was right about my increased forwardness. It didn't come to me naturally, but now that I'd cultivated it, I was wondering if I dared to use it on her. I had no chance, of course, and I was certain she'd shoot me down, but I loved her and trusted her to understand my true motives. She'd have to reject me, but she'd do it kindly, and maybe I could finally turn the page on my infatuation, knowing that I'd at least tried to reach for the stars, so to speak. Afterwards, maybe I could start thinking about a serious relationship with someone for the first time.

When I went back to the titty bar the following day, I sat in Judy's section and took the first step in what she'd once called a mating dance. After observing her with her 'booty beaus' so many times, I knew it by heart. I'm sure she initially thought I was just playing a game, and she responded in flirtatious kind for the first time in a long while. As the ritual went on, however, her attitude got more uncertain, and she was clearly wondering just how far I planned to take the charade before I gave up. When we reached the point at which she usually sealed the deal with her suitor, she finally broke character.

"You're not just having fun, are you?" Judy asked. "You're serious."

"I've never been more serious in my life," I replied, forcing myself not to look away from her lovely dark eyes.

In a hushed voice, she leaned closer to me and said, "You know I'm still saving myself, right? I don't do anything but anal. Well, and some kissing I guess. That's not exactly lesbian sex."

Smirking at her unexpected naivete, and feeling like I had the upper hand for once, I told her, "Plenty of gay women love butt stuff!" At her surprised reaction, I couldn't resist elaborating. "I happen to have a strap-on and have pegged more than one woman with it!" I wasn't being untruthful, either, since the count of ladies I'd had anal sex with was two at that point. "They've done the same to me, for what it's worth," I added. "Not to mention tongues and fingers. So yeah, the back door is not just for boys!"

Judy blushed more brightly than I'd ever seen before. She stared at me, speechless and agog. I did my best to hold her gaze, although I could feel my own face burning with heat. She finally walked away without a word, and I thought that was that. I figured she'd come back before I left and tell me 'no' once she'd had a few moments to compose herself, so I finished my meal and got ready to pay and say goodnight, satisfied that I'd made the best effort I could.

When Judy returned with the check, she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned down until her lips were right next to my ear. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but you're on. Not tonight, though. I haven't been with anyone in a while so I need to take care of a few things first. And probably get my head examined. But you can swing by my place tomorrow at half-past ten in the evening."

I was shocked, almost literally petrified. She pulled back and looked at me, giving a small, nervous smile at whatever she saw on my face. Patting my shoulder gently, she walked off, leaving me stupefied with disbelief.

***

I was sure that Judy would come to her senses and change her mind before the time of our 'date' arrived. I was a nervous wreck all day, so much so that my parents worried I had picked up some kind of illness while visiting the hospital. I finally convinced them it was nothing to be concerned about and went back to their house to get ready, just in case. I took a shower, cleaning and grooming myself with extra care. I washed and disinfected all of my toys three times, then followed that up with another shower. I told myself I should have something to eat, lest I pass out from hunger, but I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to keep anything down.

I left the house an hour earlier than I needed to, but sitting around waiting was driving me crazy. Actual driving didn't do anything for my sanity, but it at least forced me to occasionally focus on the road. Judy lived in a small trailer on a corner of some land owned by her family. I wound up circling the area about a dozen times so I wouldn't be too early. I waited until exactly half-past to ring her doorbell. I almost wanted to run away as soon as I did, and if my legs hadn't become jelly I might have. I tried to take deep breaths, telling myself she probably wasn't going to open the door at all. I froze just after an inhalation when she answered it, wearing a bathrobe. "Hey there, Liz! Come on in!" she said, stepping back to let me pass through the portal.

I exhaled explosively as soon as I was across the threshold, which made Judy giggle slightly. I couldn't stop myself from blurting out, "I didn't think you'd let me in. Hell, I didn't think you'd invite me over!"

"Well, to be honest, I had my doubts that you'd actually show up," Judy replied. I must have looked offended because she giggled again and held up a hand, forestalling any outburst, and added, "Not because you weren't interested! I was just worried you'd get so worked up you'd pass out or something."

Mollified, and slightly chagrined, I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, okay, that's fair. I guess I'm still a spaz, but I probably would have managed to drive over for this even if I was unconscious."

"That's both sweet and kind of alarming," Judy said, fidgeting with the cinch on her robe. "I guess we're really doing this, then?"

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer and I licked my lips, which seemed to have dried out like raisins. "I guess so. I mean, I hope so! If you still want to, I mean. I mean..." I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment, forcing myself to calm down a little. "You know that I want this, although you may not realize just how badly." I reopened my eyes and found hers, saying, "But if you're having any doubts, or you're not sure, I'll walk back out the door and we'll still be friends, I promise." I saw some sparkles of moisture making her dark orbs twinkle, and lamely added, "Or, if you invited me over just because you're lonely, we can watch a movie or something instead."

Judy erupted into laughter and stepped forward to give me a hug, which had the side effect of pressing her chin into my breasts. "You're a sweetheart!" she said. "A movie sounds great!" My heart fell to my feet and took out the rest of my organs on the way down. I swallowed convulsively and opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. She looked up into my face and laughed some more, then kissed me on the lips.

It wasn't a particularly long or fierce kiss, but it was much more than a friendly peck. I was frozen for a moment but soon responded instinctively. I considered myself to be above average at making out, at least when I'm not caught by surprise. Judy didn't let me get fully up to speed, but I managed to intensify our embrace a little, and she was breathing more heavily when we stopped, with bright eyes and pink cheeks. "Why?" I asked, followed by, "What? Huh?"

"I felt bad for teasing you about the movie," she explained. "I mean, we can watch one later, if you want. After we... you know. Take care of business. And anyway, it felt kind of weird hooking up with someone without having kissed at least once."

"Are you being serious this time?" I asked, a bit dizzy and slightly annoyed.

"Yes, I am, and I'm sorry," Judy said, giving me a trail of tiny kisses along my jawline. "I have been feeling kind of lonely, and I'm sure that's part of why I agreed to this. There might even be a tiny bit of me that thinks this is revenge against Hunter." She stood on her toes to bring her mouth closer to my ear, saying quietly, "But mostly it's because I missed you, and I have my own regrets about not exploring things between us. I started wondering if I'd missed out on something good when you left, and especially after the engagement got called off." Pulling back, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Full disclosure: this is an experiment with a friend I care very deeply about. I hope we won't get hurt if it doesn't work out. I especially hope you won't get hurt. But I think we're both better off trying it at least once." She bit her lip nervously, and my heart swelled with love and desire, floating back up and lifting my spirits to a new high. "Does that sound okay to you?" she asked.

Instead of answering with clumsy words, I kissed her deeply, pouring my repressed desires into the act. My hands wanted to roam, but I was afraid of trying to move too fast, so I settled for running them up and down her arms or across her back. I finally let them rest on her hips, and they were almost literally itching to palm her glorious glutes.

Even though it was her first time with another girl, Judy was still the more experienced of us and seemed to instinctively realize I was more comfortable letting her set the pace. She accepted the initiative and let her arms travel down from my shoulders and to onto my breasts. I smiled even while kissing, slightly amused that she, ostensibly straight-girl that she was, went right to groping what many people considered my sexiest feature. "Are you wearing one of your half-cups?" she asked breathily, rubbing her palms against the hard nubs making points in my shirt.

"It seemed appropriate," I responded, allowing my hands to edge a little closer to grasping her bottom.

"Show me," Judy said, lowering her arms and stepping back slightly. I whined a bit when she pulled away, which made her smirk mischievously, but my nipples got even harder at the thought that I was about to expose myself to her. I wanted to do it slowly and sensually, putting on a show for her, but the most I could manage was to avoid literally ripping my shirt off in my haste to obey her request. I tossed it aside carelessly, followed by my bra, watching her face raptly as she got a proper look at my breasts for the first time.

"Gosh, you blush all the way to your nipples!" she observed with a giggle, putting a hand over her mouth. It was true, and I felt a brief stab of embarrassment. My hands instinctively tried to cover my exposure, but I was so sensitive that I moaned when I did so, and transitioned to massaging my breasts instead. Judy seemed to believe I was doing it for her benefit and she bit her lip, eyes locked on my display while she fidgeted with her robe some more. "I've been jealous of your girls for a long time," she said quietly. "They're amazing. Can I play with them some more?"

I moaned again and nodded my head, moving my hands aside enough to give her free access. Judy closed the distance between us again, and her skin felt slightly cold against my flushed and feverish flesh. It gave me goosebumps, and I pressed myself against her touch, trying to silently convey that she didn't need to be hesitant or gentle. She took the hint; her feather-light first touches gave way to more forceful groping and some light pinches on my nipples. "You can go harder," I whispered, tossing my head back and closing my eyes. She took me at my word and gradually increased the pressure until she was nearly mauling my tits, and I loved every second of it. "Will you bite them?" I asked in a whimpering voice.

Judy didn't respond or reply for several moments, making me open my eyes to look at her, wanting to be sure I hadn't already crossed a line. She was staring at my breasts still, and she briefly met my gaze before her attention returned to my chest. She seemed to be building up the nerve to do as I'd asked, and her head ever so slowly approached. Her eyes flickered back to mine for a fleeting moment before closing tight, and she wrapped her lips around one of my nipples. She sucked on it a little first, probing at my teat with her tongue and making my heavy breathing even more ragged. Finally, she pressed it between her teeth and bore down, making me cry out with lust. "Oh, yes! Harder, please! Bite my titty hard!"

She seemed to be worried about injuring me, but she increased the pressure, continuing to squeeze the rest of my breasts with her hands. Without me having to ask, she started switching back and forth between them, mostly nibbling but giving a good chomp now and then. I grabbed her head reflexively and said, "Don't stop, please! Sometimes I can come from this!"

Judy made a noise that managed to sound both surprised and skeptical, but I was being completely honest. It wasn't the easiest way to make me climax, and it usually wasn't my first of the night, but I was already more aroused and sensitive than I usually got, period. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I was spasming in the throes of a surprisingly powerful orgasm. I held Judy tight, but I couldn't remain standing and slowly collapsed onto the floor, dragging her down on top of me. She continued suckling throughout, keeping gentle but firm pressure, and it was exactly the right thing to do. When my crest finally subsided, I sighed dreamily and kind of melted into a puddle of loose limbs.

"That was amazing!" I said, then laughed when I realized Judy had said the exact same thing at the exact same time, but in a quieter tone than my jubilant exclamation. "Thank you for that," I continued a moment later. "I hope you'll let me return the favor. Will you show me yours?"

Judy smiled down at me in a kind of wistful way and replied, "There's not much to see. I kind of wish mine were so sensitive, since they're apparently never gonna get big. It'd be a nice consolation prize." Without waiting for a response, she sat up, straddling my hips. My hands went to grasp her thighs, partly to help her maintain balance as she pulled the sides of her robe apart far enough to expose herself to my hungry gaze, but also for the thrill of being allowed to touch her. Despite the fact that she called herself flat-chested, she did in fact have breasts, and I loved them from the first instant I saw them.

Judy often didn't bother wearing a bra and didn't have one on under her robe, which was no shock. I had a general idea of how big her nipples were, since she usually followed the advice she'd given me about keeping them tastefully on display at work. I had often pictured what color they were and how they sat on her breasts. They turned out to be a shade of dusky coral pink that blended beautifully with her olive skin. Her areolae were tiny and puffy, barely larger around than her nipples, which was a little surprising given the thickness of the nubs themselves. I thought they were perfect just the way they were, but it was easy to believe they were just waiting for Judy to get pregnant before blooming.

"Are you okay with me giving them some love?" I asked, looking up at Judy's face. "They're not off-limits because of the anal-only policy?"

She shrugged and blushed a little, hesitating for a moment before replying, "No, that's fine. It's only my, um, pussy that I don't share." My hands immediately started reaching for them, but she added, "I don't want to discourage you, but I've never gotten much out of it, so please don't think I'm, like, not interested anymore, if I'm not writhing and moaning like you were. It feels wrong to fake it."

I kept my touches very gentle, almost reverent, since that was her instinct the first time she touched mine. I wondered if she just needed rougher stimulation like I preferred, but I didn't want to rush into something like that. "Do you often have to fake pleasure?" I asked, immediately regretting it as a mood-breaker. Fortunately, Judy seemed amused, smiling down at me.

"I did back when I was first learning about sex," she replied after a momentary pause. "Although, to be fair, that was mostly just because I thought it was how I was supposed to act. It didn't take long before I realized it was counter-productive. For me and my partner."

"But you still faked it sometimes?" I prodded, giving Judy's breasts firmer caresses and little pinches to her nipples. She shimmied from side-to-side a bit when I did the latter, but her smiling expression showed that she wasn't upset.

"Only occasionally. To be blunt, most of guys I've been with have made it a point to pay some attention to my titties. Which is fine, and I appreciate their consideration, but I know that a lot of them are doing it from a sense of obligation. Like, they want me to know that it's not just my ass they're after, or they're following a playbook that tells them all girls need their boobs played with to get in the mood." Judy laughed and placed her hands over mine, squeezing as hard as she had when fondling my chest, perhaps to show me it was okay. "Some are gentle, some are rough, and a few are kind of incompetent." She gave me a sly smile and added, in an exaggerated 'Southern Belle' accent, "I don't dislike it, ma chérie, but I'm a proud butt slut, so when I want to move things along to the main event, I have been known to pretend a little titty-twisting gets me so riled with passion that I simply must get sodomized immediately!" It made me bust out laughing, which set Judy off as well.

I reluctantly stopped playing with her nubs and carefully sat up, keeping Judy in my lap the whole time, and began kissing her again. She reciprocated happily, but after a minute or two I spoke quietly into her ear, saying, "Far be it from me to deny a damsel in distress, when she's urgently in need of a cock up her butt."

"So dirty!" Judy giggled. "Do you have a hard cock for me?"

"I'm wearing my very nicest one," I confided. "You probably can't really feel it, since it's stuffed down the leg of my jeans, but it's permanently stiff for you."

"How delightfully naughty!" Judy teased, grinding down into my lap a little bit, as if seeking confirmation. "I admit, I was kind of wondering how that was going to work. Like, if we would need to stop so you could put on the harness or whatever. I couldn't tell if you were already wearing it."

"I didn't want to have to waste time," I said, then joked, "Especially not once I got you passionately riled with my expert titty-twisting!"

"Let's move things to the bedroom," Judy said playfully, standing up and offering me her hand. Rather than take it, though, I reached out and grasped the belt of her robe, looking at her and asking a silent question. Her lips quirked in a half-smile and she nodded, giving me permission to unwrap her. I tugged on the cinch, pulling the loose knot apart and allowing the two sides to fall open. Her breasts, which had become hidden again when she stood up, were once more exposed, and I got my first look at her womanhood.

"I don't usually bother with shaving, or even much trimming, unless I'm going to be wearing a swimsuit," Judy said, running her fingers through the thick, dark tuft of hair adorning her mound. "Doesn't seem to be much point, since no one else is allowed to play there." She saw me staring and asked, "It's not an issue for you, is it?"

"Of course not!" I replied, looking her in the face again. "I'm fine with whatever! A smooth pussy is a little easier to go down on, but hair isn't a turn-off for me!" I glanced back at her bush and partially hidden fingers, admitting, "I'd be staring no matter how you groomed. I'm literally living one of my dreams right now. I'm just overwhelmed with... details. By reality."

Judy smiled, then shrugged her robe the rest of the way off. "You're overdressed," she said, gesturing at my pants.

I wasted no time kicking off my shoes and undoing my jeans before standing up. I was still blushing, but I probably got even redder at seeing her eyes following my breasts as they bounced and wobbled with my movements. I was kind of glad she was distracted, because I was suddenly embarrassed to show her my underwear. I wasn't particularly butch, but when I wore my strap-on I liked to hold it in place with a pair of boy's boxer-briefs. With my narrow hips and tiny butt, they fitted me better than some of my panties (annoyingly enough). It occurred to me as I was stripping, though, that they were about as unsexy as one could get, so I awkwardly tried to work them down over my dildo without exposing them to her view.

"Is it a good size?" I asked, drawing Judy's attention to the rubbery cock jutting out from my loins. She giggled at my word choice and smiled at me, which I returned nervously. I'd picked one that was realistic aside from its color (a bright emerald green, which I knew was one of her favorite shades). It was about six inches long and fit easily in my somewhat dainty hands when I grasped it. I'd had my own ass fucked with it before and found it to be filling without becoming uncomfortable, but I had several larger dildos and a couple of smaller ones in my bag, in case my guess was wrong.

"It looks lovely," Judy said with a winsome smile. She reached out and touched the tip of it, then slowly moved her hand to cover my own. "It's nice and warm," she added. "Not quite as much as a real one, but still... very nice." Without letting it go, she gave me another brief kiss and then started backing away, saying, "Now, let's get in bed, babe."

"Okay... but can I watch you walking?" I blurted out. Judy smirked again, playfully, and slowly released my member and turned away from me, exposing her bare ass to my gaze. I know it's clichéd, but time seemed to slow down, or my perception of it got warped, as I became lost admiring the vision of perfection in front of me. Words are feeble and clumsy things sometimes, and trying to use them to give an approximate idea of how wondrous it was to be admiring Judy's booty is probably doomed to failure. Nevertheless, it feels like cheating to not even make an attempt.

Judy had a fairly narrow waist, although she was no waif, and her hips jutted widely to each side, more than half again its width. They flowed beautifully and smoothly into the rounded globes of her glutes. Free from the compression of jeans or other tight pants, her butt seemed even larger and bouncier than I could have dreamed. I absently noted the tan-lines of a modest swimsuit, but they were faded this late in the year, barely noticeable in the low light. Her muscles were obvious, especially flexing as she walked, but they were overshadowed by the wobbly, jiggly wonderfulness of a sumptuously fat ass. She watched me watching her, exaggerating her movements, even going so far as to pause and shift her weight from side to side several times. Her posterior, once in motion, tended to stay in motion. Perhaps ironically, I was immobilized.

"You're drooling," Judy said, spinning around and snapping me out of my trance. "I'll take that as a compliment!" she added with a wink, dodging sideways through the door to her bedroom. I stumbled after her, dragging my pants and belatedly realizing I was still wearing socks. I felt foolish having them on, but it also seemed awkward to pause and remove them. I made a half-hearted effort to snag them with my toes and strip them off, but when that nearly made me trip and do a face-plant, I decided to just live with it for the time being.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed breathily, greeted by the sight of Judy's magnificent ass even more fully on display atop her bed. She was on all fours, looking back over her shoulder at me as I walked in. She adjusted her position slightly, tilting her rear end up and sliding her knees further apart, which had the effect of separating her cheeks and exposing the rosebud concealed between them. The skin thus revealed was darker than the rest, although her ring itself was about the same coral pink color as her nipples, as were the labial lips I could just make out, peeking through her bush. "I have some lube," I said, realizing that we once again spoke the same words in concert.

Giggling quietly, Judy continued, "Mine is on the nightstand there."

"Is it edible?" I asked, kneeling on the bed behind her and finally managing to get one of my socks off.

"Edible?" Judy said, looking at me quizzically. "I mean, it's non-toxic. Or so I assume. I've used it plenty. There's better things to drink if you're thirsty!"

"Do you not enjoying rimming?" I asked distractedly, mentally measuring her cheeks against my hands and thinking they were so meaty that my fingers would get swallowed in the crack.

Blushing slightly, Judy confessed, "You mean ass-licking? I've never actually done that. Or had it done. Either of them."

"Would you like to?" I inquired, fumbling in the pocket of my pants for the small bottle of lube I was carrying, then tossing them on the floor.

Blushing more brightly, Judy said, "Well, I mean, I would never ask." She couldn't maintain eye contact, looking away but continuing, "If you're offering... I'm clean. I mean, obviously I'm clean in, like, the disease-free way. But I made sure I was clean, you know, in there..." she trailed off, probably realizing she was babbling. Taking a deep breath, she concluded, "It's up to you! I'm down for it if you are."

I was no stranger to analingus, giving or receiving, although it wasn't exactly an 'all the time' kind of act for me. I'd heard various horror stories, possibly urban legends, about nasty surprises that always seemed to have happened to the ex of the ex of whoever was telling the tale, or some other friend of a friend. From my personal experience, with clean and respectful partners, licking an asshole wasn't much different from licking any other bit of flesh. A little warmer, and sometimes a little more musky and salty since it can get sweaty between one's cheeks, but otherwise unremarkable aside from the sense of taboo.

Of course, with such a remarkable ass as Judy's, I anticipated rimming her would be especially memorable and enjoyable, particularly if I could get her off doing so. I had my doubts, since I intended to respect her 'no pussy contact' rule, but maybe there was a chance, if she was as sensitive back there as I was in my nipples. I decided to spare both of us any feeble attempt I could make at witty banter and almost literally dove right in.

"Oh, my God!" Judy exclaimed as I spread her cheeks wide with my small hands and began licking her rosebud with fervor. The first several swipes of my tongue were all on the outside, and I was not surprised to discover that she tasted and smelled quite clean and normal. Her natural scent was hard to describe, but it was pungent and extremely arousing to me, trapped and concentrated as it was by her bounteous bottom. My hands, I noticed, sank so deeply into her fleshly buns that my fingers were obscured by shadows in the dim light of her bedroom. "Holy fuck!" Judy gasped when my tongue stabbed inside her ring for the first time.

I found it challenging to figure out what to concentrate on, since I wanted to remember the experience as completely as possible. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I was worried that things would pass me by in a blur of lustful carelessness. I forced myself to take my time, breathing deeply and kneading Judy's ass with my hands. It was obvious that she was really getting into my work, as her hips were gyrating in time and she kept distractedly muttering 'God' and 'fuck' between cute, quiet gasps and moans.

When I would drive my tongue as deeply as it could reach inside her, some of Judy's wispy pubic hairs would tickle my chin; it very nearly made me break my promise. To switch things up a little, I started licking her perineum, which made her whimper and twitch. A few of those hairs brushed against my lips and I instinctively tasted them, getting just a hint of Judy's wetness in the process. I whimpered in turn, desperate for a real taste of her lusty essence, and I surged forward with my face. I don't know if she sensed what I was after or just wanted to feel my tongue in her ass again, but Judy's hips pressed back at the same moment, trapping my face in her crack and preventing me from violating her main rule of engagement.

I went back to the technique that had been working previously, being more careful not to delve so greedily nor so deeply as before, lest I succumb to temptation. From her sounds and movements, Judy was very pleased with what was happening, and after several minutes her breathing started to become erratic and somewhat frantic. "Oh my fucking God, I think I might cum!" she announced raggedly.

I pulled away from her delectable derriere long enough to mumble, "Cum for me, babe," before redoubling my efforts. Moments later she was shuddering and gasping for breath, yet pushing her ass against my face even more forcefully. If it had been me, I doubt I could have resisted the urge to plunge a finger or two inside my pussy, assuming my lover wasn't taking care of that as well. Judy apparently didn't feel such a need, or not strongly enough to indulge it, at least. Her peak seemed to last so long that I was starting to worry she was putting on a show, despite what we'd talked about earlier, but then she abruptly spun around and grabbed my face with both hands. Her lips crashed against mine so passionately that we would discover bruises in the morning, but in the heat of the moment the slight pain only added fuel to our fire.

"I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life!" Judy confessed, with each word or two being interrupted by noisy kisses. "Thank you so much for doing that! I want to return the favor, but first, are you ready to fuck my fat ass with your hard cock?"

Various stupid things to say tried to escape my mouth, such as, 'I was born ready!' and 'I'm so hard for you!' Luckily, I managed to bite off the words and just nodded, looking her in the eyes. Judy smiled and slowly turned away from me again, reaching back with both hands to spread her cheeks as she presented her hole. I nervously stroked my strap-on, making sure it was liberally coated with lubricant, then smeared some inside her sphincter as well. Judy kept her gaze on me over her shoulder, and the sound she made while I was coating her insides was almost a purr. "Your finger feels really good in there," she said. "I'm more than ready for you."

I swallowed anxiously, suddenly almost petrified with something akin to performance anxiety. I was worried that Judy would find being ass-fucked by a strap-on to be a let-down compared to a real dick. Maybe it was too rigid, or not rigid enough. Maybe it would seem too cold compared to a flesh appendage, or my rhythm would seem unnatural compared to a man's, whose cock might be sensitive to whatever tiny clues could be felt inside her. I took a deep and ragged breath to calm myself, because none of those fears were exactly new to me. I tended to have a moment of crisis with all of my lovers, at least initially. Knowing that Judy was ostensibly straight made my panic a bit more acute than normal, but I was pretty sure that my body would keep going even if my brain was slow getting into gear.

"Oh, that's delightful!" Judy cooed, and I was shocked to realize I had buried the length of my dildo in her ass whilst distracted (and incidentally proving my guess correct). "I'm a little surprised you just plowed right in. From the way you were looking at me, I was expecting more hesitation."

"I surprise myself sometimes," I answered wryly, but honestly. "Let me know if I do something you don't like."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Judy replied. "You don't need to be too gentle or anything. I kind of like it a little rough, most of the time." She had released her cheeks after I was buried inside her, using her arms to brace herself for my impending pounding. Her ass was so round and meaty, though, that I felt compelled to spread her apart a bit, at least until I got accustomed to her depths and how far to pull back. The feeling of holding her buttocks in my hands was reason enough, though, if I'm being candid.

I started rolling my hips, gently at first but quickly picking up speed. I was mesmerized by the sight of my shiny toy moving in and out of Judy's magnificent rear, which wobbled liquidly with each thrust. The strange, rumbling moan of pleasure she was making added to my lust. I'd never heard anyone make a sound quite like it, before or since. It was deeper than her regular voice and had a kind of vibrato quality to it; I was again reminded of a cat purring, although it wasn't quite the same.

"Mmm, faster!" Judy said, adding some hip movements of her own. "You're really good at fucking my butt!" Encouraged by her praise, I picked up my pace even more, and started almost mauling her cheeks, spreading them wide as I pounded in and smooshing them together when I pulled back out. The slapping of my flesh against hers was invigorating and intoxicating. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Judy chanted. "Harder!" she cried.

I was moving so rapidly that my breasts were bouncing erratically and starting to get sore, and the sweat of my exertion was being flung around the room. I finally had to pause for a moment to catch my breath, buried to the hilt in Judy's ass. "Don't stop!" she whimpered.

"Don't worry, I'm not done!" I panted. I ran my hands over her hips and up to her shoulders before bracing myself, push-up style, and pressing down on her back with my torso. I thought it would provide an exciting new angle from which to continue our love-making momentarily, and hopefully give my knees a respite.

"God, it's so weird feeling your tits pressed into my back!" Judy remarked breathily. "It feels really hot, though! They're so warm and slick!"

"I'm dripping from all over," I said, feeling like an idiot for making dumb jokes in bed, but I couldn't help myself. Judy just chuckled and wiggled her hips a little, encouraging me to get back to business. I wasn't exactly rested, but I put my hands partly atop hers and resumed thrusting, using more of my weight on each inward push. She groaned and made that grunt-purr noise some more, and I could feel it reverberating inside my own chest.

"You're really fucking good at this," Judy said again, as my head hung down nearly beside her own, our hair dangling and entwining as we moved. "I'm loving it, but if you get tired you can stop for a while."

"I want you to cum, if you think you can," I whispered into her ear. "You said no one else is allowed to play with your pussy. But that means you can, right? Will you finger yourself while I fuck your ass? Will you make yourself cum?"

"I usually don't play with myself in front of anyone," Judy said with a sigh, sounding both wistful and maybe a little embarrassed.

"Usually? But not never?" I prodded verbally, followed by a particularly deep prod into her rear. "Will you play with yourself for me? Will you make yourself cum? For me?"

"Oh, fuck!" Judy groaned, hanging her head down further for a moment before half-turning it toward me. "Yes, I'll help you make me cum."

I had to reposition myself slightly so Judy could move her right hand to her crotch, and I pulled back a bit to make sure I didn't crush her while she was using only one arm for support. I couldn't bring myself to separate our flesh, though, so the added distance just meant that my breasts slid around on her back a bit more widely, which was honestly hotter in some ways.

"Fuck, this feels good," Judy said, sighing and then groaning as her fingers stroked her lower lips wetly. I couldn't see what was happening, of course, but I could hear it, and I could tell her tension was rising as she approached orgasm. I concentrated on giving her deep, powerful, and regular strokes with my dildo, trusting that she would send herself over the edge when she was ready for it. Her head was still tilted sideways, so I leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe a bit, which proved to be a trigger for her.

"FUCK!" Judy screamed, drawing the word out for several seconds. "Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" she rapidly chanted as a follow-up, and I could feel droplets of moisture hitting my thighs as she worked herself furiously. It might have just been sweat, but I like to believe it was her juices. I began moderating my pace, trying to match my final thrusts to the twitching of her hips as her climax wound down, finally letting myself stop as her hand stilled. She slumped slowly until she was sprawled face-down on the mattress, probably as exhausted as I was; I gently followed her, keeping my toy buried in her ass, while I pressed my breasts into her back and nuzzled her neck.

We rested quietly for a while, waiting for our breathing to slow down, and when Judy stirred a little I asked, "Do you want me to move?"

"Yes, and no," she replied, sighing quietly. "I like the way this feels, but maybe we can try to spoon? I think I might doze for a little while, and I prefer to sleep on my side."

"Of course!" I replied, kissing her ear again and making her breath hitch, followed by a giggle. I carefully pushed myself up, keeping my hips as close to hers as I could, waiting for her to start turning to one side or the other. Judy rolled onto her left side, so I followed her lead, managing to keep my dildo inside her the whole time as we settled into a snuggling embrace. "Do you want me to pull out?" I asked, belatedly, although I believe she would have said something earlier if that had been the case.

"No, I like the feeling of fullness," Judy said, wiggling her butt a little. "And it's kind of intriguing, knowing that you won't go soft, so I'm going to wake up feeling the same way." Her legs started moving, and I looked down, confused for a moment, before realizing that she was trying to use her toes to grab a quilt or duvet or something that was neatly folded at the foot of the bed. "We're gonna get cold fast if we don't cover up," she explained. Working together, we were able to drag the blanket close enough to grab with our hands, draping it over ourselves as we snuggled.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with my left arm, but I let the right one gently explore Judy's breasts for a little while, then traced it along her arm until I reached her hand, which I grasped. It was still wet and sticky, and my mouth literally watered as I asked, "Do you mind if I lick your fingers?" She turned her head slightly, not actually looking at me, but remained quiet long enough that I was prepared to take her silence as a denial. Then she shrugged slightly and crooked her arm over her shoulder, proffering me her sex-slicked digits. I didn't hesitate, lest she change her mind, and immediately took them in my mouth.

I moaned at the taste of her pussy, faint though it was, being almost literally second-hand. It was more than I'd expected, if not quite as much as I'd hoped, and I tried to convince myself that it was good enough. "Let's sleep now," Judy murmured once I was done cleaning her juices away. I cupped one of her small breasts once again as we drifted into dreamland.

***

Judy and I fucked again in the middle of the night, when she returned the favored by rimming me to a climax, and then the next morning as well. I even convinced her to take a turn behind the wheel, so to speak, wearing my strap-on, before we finished off the same way we started. She said she enjoyed the novelty of being the penetrator, despite the motions not feeling quite natural to her. Sadly, though, that was our last time making love to one another. She had to go to work, and I had family matters to attend to, so we parted ways with a kiss.

I can't really bear to relive the conversation that followed that night. I'd had the conflicting hopes of being 'over her' after our love-making, as well as a fantasy that she'd be so overcome by emotion from our encounter that she'd declare she wanted to try being in a relationship with me. Both hopes were dashed. I was more obsessed than ever, and while Judy said she had no regrets whatsoever, her own dreams for the trajectory of her future were unchanged. When I went back to my life in the city a few days later we parted on amicable terms, although I couldn't help feeling like I was lying.

Unlike the last time, though, I didn't stop communicating with my friend, and that actually helped me get over her, to my great surprise. We talked fairly often, sharing stories of our relationships when we had them, and eventually we even felt comfortable enough to get flirtatious again, once we'd both found partners who seemed steady and stable. My girlfriend Felicia was something of an exhibitionist and a free spirit, so she was even kind of amused by what she called my 'straight-girl crush'. With her blessing, I sent Judy a picture of us having anal sex, and was shocked but turned on when she replied with a pussy selfie, fingers wet and spreading her lips. That started a period of several months of intermittent sexting, of a sort. I never asked how her boyfriend felt about that, although years later I found out he was the one who had taken several of the snapshots.

Felicia and I eventually got married, as did Judy and her beau, only a few weeks later. They'd been planning theirs much longer, though; my wife and I simply went to the courthouse. I was the maid-of-honor at Judy's ceremony, and was even comfortable enough to share a dance with her afterwards. Some of her guests were a bit scandalized when she kissed me full on the lips at the end, but she just gave me a saucy wink and ignored their muttering.

"She really does have a juicy, captivating butt, doesn't she?" Felicia observed, nudging my ribs with her elbow as we watched Judy and her new husband doing the classic wedding exit, complete with cans tied to his truck's bumper. "I can see why you felt trapped there for so long!"

"Oh, shut up!" I replied, feigning indignation but giving my wife a sly smirk. "Don't be so crass!"

"I can't help myself; you know that!" Felicia said, wrapping an arm around my waist as we watched Judy clamber, somewhat awkwardly, into the elevated cab of the vehicle. Her magnificent rear stretched her wedding dress taut across her bottom as she perched on the running board, and we both sucked in our breath and muttered, "Damn!" very quietly, causing us to dissolve into giggles moments later.

As we walked back to my car holding hands, Felicia put her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "You know, if she decides to lift the pussy embargo after she fucks her husband, and offers you the chance... don't feel like you have to turn her down on my account!"

I laughed at first, assuming Felicia was just teasing me, but her tongue on my earlobe made me wonder.