Zipper Fix

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"Damn it! Ack! Come, come on damn it!" Merci Boudreaux heard coming from her roommate's room.

"Problem?" the beautiful blonde asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"It, it's not funny," Skye Robertson declared, even as she giggled.

"Can I help?" Merci asked, pausing just outside of her roommate's half-closed door.

"This, this stupid zipper. It, it's stuck," Skye whined.

"Coming in," Merci warned, pushing the hollow-core door fully open.

Skye stood in the small bedroom, struggling with the zipper at the front of her mid-thigh length black dress. Merci looked at the clingy material of the dress as it hugged Skye's 34D breasts, 27 inch waist and 36 inch hips. The malfunctioning zipper ran from throat to hem; at present Skye had the zipper halfway down, exposing much of her very pale torso in the mirror that hung on the back of her closet door.

"Stop. Stop; you, you're going to tear the dress," Merci ordered, stepping to stand in front of the agitated blonde.

Reaching into the gap of the dress, Merci saw that a fold of the combed cotton material was trapped, caught in the slide of the zipper. Kneeling in front of her roommate, Merci grasped the tab of the zipper and saw that the tab itself was also defective; the large chrome ring had snapped, leaving just a jagged metal shard.

"Did you break that or did it come like that?" Merci asked, shivering slightly as the back of her small hand rested against Skye's warm, soft belly.

"It was already half broke," Skye admitted.

Slowly, deliberately, Merci worked the slide up, tugging gently at the folded over material of the black dress as she progressed. Finally, as she had the zipper between Skye's large, firm breasts, the zipper freed itself from the fold of cloth.

"I'm trying unzip it, not zip it," Skye commented.

"Oh. Okay. Wait. Do not, do not touch it," Merci ordered, standing again. "I mean it; don't touch it. I'll be right back."

Leaving the small bedroom, Merci went into the kitchen of their apartment. She hurriedly rooted around in the junk drawer; her haste was due to Skye's impetuous nature. Finding a stub of a chewed up pencil, she returned to Skye's bedroom. Just as she knew she would, Merci saw Skye's hand reaching for the shard of the zipper's tab.

"What did I just say?" Merci snapped and moved Skye's hand away from the zipper tab. She then slowly 'drew' along the teeth of the zipper, from between Skye's breasts down to where the hem just reached the tops of Skye's black fishnet stockings.

"Where, where'd you find this dress anyway?" Merci asked as she worked.

"That Ministry of Faith thrift store, over on Banks," Skye said as Merci slowly pulled the tab down, exposing more and more of Skye's pale flesh.

"Kind of snug," Merci observed.

"Yeah, guess its cut kind of small; it's my size though," Skye agreed.

"Your size? Or, your size a couple years ago?" Merci asked, managing to completely unzip the garment.

"Oh!" Skye gasped, realizing her own faux pas.

Skye had been one of three American Couriers bicycle couriers; zipping through the streets of St. Elizabeth and St. Ann Parishes, carrying documents from one locale to another. She wore the red white and blue blouse of American Couriers and the royal blue shorts of the American Courier uniform as her muscled legs pumped the pedals of her carbon fiber racing bicycle.

Henry Morton, an eighty seven year old man with severe cataracts should have never been behind the wheel of his thirty year old Buick. He did not see the beautiful blonde girl as he put on his turn signal. He did not feel the impact as he struck her, he did not feel the crunch as his wheel ran over her stunned body. Both legs were crushed; she was told she might actually lose her legs.

Dr. Charles LaPointe refused to allow that to happen. With Dr. Todd King assisting, the two men worked tirelessly to stabilize Skye Robertson, then labored to reconstruct her damaged bones.

During the long, arduous rehabilitation, Skye's weight ballooned eighty nine pounds heavier than her cycling weight. Two years after her debilitating accident, she was still struggling to lose a few of those pounds.

"And, if you're going to wear panties with this?" Merci continued, looking at Skye's very snug white cotton bikini briefs. "The panties go on over the garter belt straps."

"What? Why?" Skye asked, looking down at herself.

"So when you need to go potty? You just pull the panties down. This way?" Merci stated, even tugging playfully on the waistband of Skye's very snug panties. "You have to undo all the straps, pull them down, then do all the straps again."

"Oh," Skye said, looking down at her panties, the six straps of the black lace garter belt, and the black fishnet stockings.

"Why I'm not wearing any with my costume," Merci hinted, leaving Skye's room. "Let me know if that gives you any more trouble."

"Merci beaucoup, Merci Boudreaux," Skye teased.

"God! Shut up!" Merci called out, dropping the pencil into the junk drawer again.

"But, but if I don't wear any panties, everyone will see my, my um," Merci heard Skye protest.

"Muff?" Merci suggested, entering her bedroom and pushing the door of her bathroom open.

She could imagine Skye's pale features turning pink at the slightly naughty word. In many ways, the beautiful twenty one year old administrative assistant was so innocent, so naive. Never mean or overly crude, Merci did enjoy teasing her roommate.

"I, uh yeah, my, my uh, my muff," Skye admitted as the warmed air of Merci's bathroom greeted Merci.

"Well, then put on some black panties," Merci suggested before closing the door of her bathroom.

She undid the belt of her robe and allowed the silky garment to slide off of her shoulders. She looked at her reflection in the somewhat faded, milky mirror over her vanity. Her 32C cone shaped breasts sat proudly on her slim torso. Each beautiful breast was capped with light brown half-dollar coin sized areolae with fat nipples. Her belly was slightly concave with a small nick of a navel. Her hips were 34 inches around; being a waitress at Clark's Drive-In while she studied to become a paralegal had firmed up her buttocks and thighs.

Looking at the blonde muff covering her sex, Merci debated, again, whether or not she should save the scruff of blonde curls. She'd had a girlfriend that had shaved her brunette curls away and Merci had loved, loved, loved the sight and feel of Gabrielle's bald pussy.

But Andy Roberts; her on-again, off-again boyfriend had nixed the idea of Merci shaving her pussy. As he pointed out, Merci was a natural blonde; let her lovers see that blonde was indeed her true color.

Idly, Merci combed her fingers through the blonde scruff; she and Andy were once again on the outs. Merci truly resented Andy's relationship with his younger sister April, especially now that the girl was pregnant. Merci always felt like an outsider in her own relationship with the handsome boy.

"Oh, but anal? Damn," Merci thought, looking at her delectable rump in the cloudy mirror. "Damn but that boy could... It's almost like he's had it done to him; he just knows how to do that ass."

Twisting the knob for her shower, Merci tested the temperature before climbing into the tub and pulling the shower curtain closed.

Hair twisted into a turban, Merci sat at her mirrored vanity, slowly, methodically applying her makeup. The gauzy front of her dress gaped open, plunging down between her breasts so she slowly smoothed the light color down, smoothing out her skin tone. Smoky eye shadow and very heavy mascara made her hazel eyes dark and mysterious. Her final act was to apply a heavy layer of blood red lipstick to her plump lips. Then Merci drew a rivulet of blood from left corner of her lips down over her chin, down, down to her left areole.

Popping the surprisingly comfortable vampire fangs into her mouth, Merci styled her thick blonde hair, deciding to sweep from left to right, making her bloody trail from lips to breast more noticeable.

The black mid-thigh length dress was double layered gauze; in the right light her nude flesh would be visible. From the Ladner Group, Merci had ordered thigh high patent leather boots; she'd sent the web site her exact measurements. The boots ended just millimeters below her crotch, the highly polished leather snug around her upper thigh as she zipped the boots up.

Standing, Merci giggled; the heels of the boots added five inches to her five feet, two inch height. She threw her black gauze cape over her semi-transparent dress, gave one last admiring glance at her reflection and blew herself a bloodied kiss.

"I, that, oh my God," Skye stammered as Merci sauntered from her bedroom, high heels clicking against the linoleum floor.

""You like?" Merci asked, giving a little pirouette.

"I, Merci, I, it, it looks like you got nothing on under that," Skye stammered as she put her pointed witch's hat onto her blonde head.

"Know why?" Merci asked, lifting the hem of her dress and flashing her blonde pussy at her roommate. "You send for the Uber?"

"I, yeah, yeah, he, he's oh! Oh we need to get out there; he's pulling up in three minutes," Skye agreed, beautiful face sporting an adorable blush as she pulled her eyes from her roommate's dress to her cell phone.

""Why? Why are we taking an Uber? There's my car right there; there's your car...' Skye asked as the Lexus coasted to a stop.

"Two glasses of wine and you are so gone," Merci giggled as she opened the rear door of the car. "And, suppose Tyler from Shipping decides to take me home? You'll be stuck there unless Brian decides to drive you home."

Bri... Brian? You, you take that back!" Skye demanded, visibly shuddering as the Uber driver remarked he had a food delivery to make then they would be on their way.

"That's fine," Merci smiled at the older man as he carefully pulled out of the parking lot of their apartment complex.

Even in the low lighting of the foyer of the Side By Side Steakhouse, a sexy witch and a sexy vampire garnered much attention. Approaching the attractive young Asian woman at the hostess station, Skye whispered they were there for the Daigle-Cochin party.

"Oh, oh yes ma'am; right this way," the woman smiled brightly, her ankle length black hair swishing from side to side as she led them through the main dining room to a set of doors.

As was their custom, Merci made a grand entrance while Skye hovered in the background. Merci did stop short when she saw Tyler and Scottie, a new hire in matching pirate costumes. Although neither young man was making any blatant motions or overt movements, it was obvious to all that the two young men were together. With a shrug, Merci circulated, chatting and laughing with coworkers, Skye trailing behind.

Jordan Cox, Merci's immediate supervisor seemed incapable of tearing his eyes from her body as he told Merci that Skip Daigle, half of Daigle-Cochin would not be there. Skip was in Fletcher, Maine, he and his wife were taking their four children trick or treating.

"So, where's um, Kelli?" Merci asked, attempting to remind Jordan that he had a beautiful red headed wife as his eyes bored holes in her gauzy costume.

"Where you think?" Jordan smirked, slightly perturbed. "The Delacroix clan has to bring all the kids around trick or treating. All thirty, forty of them. And their friends too; I swear, every holiday is a giant production with them."

"And she was like that before y'all got married," Merci reminded the young man before moving on to talk with Ms. Tori Underhill; head of the Securities department.

"I bet you a hundred dollars you can't eat a steak with those teeth in your mouth," Jeff Cochin said, obviously a few drinks into the party.

"Jeff," Nicole Cochin, his wife said, voice tight as she took in Merci's risqué appearance.

"You're right," Merci agreed, laughing easily. "Hard enough to talk with them in."

Attractive waitresses kept bringing in appetizers, clearing away empty platters. With a nod of his head, BJ Delacroix, the manager of Side By Side Steakhouse quietly informed the party-goers that the meal would be served in a few moments; they should let the waitresses know their preferences.

"You, are you having fun?" Merci quietly asked the silent Skye as they sat together at one of the six person tables.

"Yeah, yeah, I, you?" Skye tried to put on a happy face for her roommate.

"You're not," Merci deduced.

"What? I, I said I am," Skye defended, then grimaced as the zombie Brian McCall sat to her left.

"Switch with me," Merci ordered.

"Oh, hey, I uh..." Brian said as Skye and Merci switched places.

He started to rise but Merci put a firm hand on his scrawny shoulder. Her hazel eyes looked hard into his smirking face as she easily held him in place.

"She. Does. Not. Want you anywhere near her," Merci snapped, her fangs making her slightly garbled speech sound more intimidating. "Got it? Skye does not want you sitting next to her. Okay?"

Brian did get up and move to a different table when Tyler and Scottie joined Merci and Skye. The four of them shrugged, then laughed at the boorish young man's immaturity; his unwillingness to accept the homosexuality of others. The sirloin was delicious, almost fork tender. Merci and Skye tried one another's side dishes and Skye had to agree, Merci's roasted Brussel sprouts in balsamic vinaigrette was delicious. Merci decided she would look up how to prepare a broccoli soufflé; Skye's side dish was delicious.

"Scottie's the cook in our house," Tyler admitted.

"And thank God or we would just starve to death," Scottie agreed.

"We would not; there's a Taco Bell right up the street," Tyler retorted.

"Yes, yes, get your runs at the border," Scottie quipped.

"Eww," Skye said but they laughed.

Just as the dishes were cleared away, Sullivan Monroe, one of the interns in the Accounting Department braved asking Merci if she'd like to dance. Merci coolly observed the arrogant, self-assured young man for a long moment before politely refusing. Apparently, the scrawny young man with receding hairline and chin with his bulbous nose was not used to rejection, no matter how polite. Loudly, he declared that Merci Boudreaux was a stuck up cunt.

Brian McCall used the distraction to his advantage and asked Skye if she'd like to dance. Quietly, she stated she needed to visit the restroom first and slid away from the table.

Merci looked away from where Tori and Jeff were speaking with the enraged Sullivan and saw a smirking Brian sitting in Skye's seat. She looked around for the beautiful witch just as her purse gave a distinct 'buzz.'

'My Uber will be here in five minutes' Skye sent to Merci's phone.

Merci did not bother telling anyone she was leaving; many others had already begun the migration. She said nothing to the smirking, posturing Brian as she easily pulled her cape about herself and left the private dining area.

"Hey! I uh, I didn't want, I didn't mean for... I was just telling you where I was," Skye protested as Merci joined her in front of the restaurant.

"We came, we saw, we ate," Merci smiled and nodded as the same driver that had dropped them off pulled in front of the restaurant.

"Aw, hey!" Brian protested as he watched Skye and Merci duck into the rear of the Uber vehicle.

"So? How, how is it? I swear, one of these days? I'm just going say 'screw it' and going eat there," the driver cheerfully asked as they drove away from the steakhouse.

"I would totally recommend just saying 'screw it' and going there," Merci agreed, smiling at the driver.

"God yes! The, that broccoli soufflé?" Skye agreed.

"And I would recommend taking two gorgeous blondes with you," Merci continued, smiling a sassy smile at the man. He gave a delighted laugh, shaking his head.

"You two dress like that? Hell yeah!" he agreed, smiling into the rearview mirror.

"Maybe," Merci said, popping her door open.

"Maybe," Skye agreed, taking Merci's hand so that her roommate could help her out of the car.

"Bye; y'all have a Happy Halloween," the man said as the door closed.

Entering the apartment, Skye hurried to her bathroom. Merci walked to her own bathroom, gave her faded reflection an appraising glance, then shrugged out of her cape. With one more glance at her sexy reflection, Merci bent to the task of removing her garish makeup. She was patting her face dry when she heard Skye complaining.

"Ack! Aw come on," Skye said.

"Problem?" Merci asked, pausing outside of Skye's half-closed bedroom door.

"Stupid, stupid dress is, the zipper's stuck again," Skye admitted.

"Let me help," Merci said, gently easing the door open.

Before, Skye's bedroom had been bathed in the sun's rays from the west. Now, the only light was from Skye's old fashioned lamp with heavy glass shade. The lamp went well with the antique white bedroom furniture in Skye's room. Skye stood next to her twin sized bed, fighting with the zipper at the front of her black dress.

"Quit, quit, you, you're going to tear it," Merci ordered, gently pushing Skye's hands away from the shard of the zipper's tab.

The zipper slid down easily; there was no snag or catch halting the zipper's progress. Her heels made her slightly taller than her roommate and Merci looked down into Skye's beautiful blue eyes, face twisted in confusion.

"Merci beaucoup, Merci Boudreaux," Skye whispered, pressing her soft lips to Merci's lips.

"Mmph!" Merci grunted, startled by her normally quite shy, quite reserved roommate's actions.

Skye's soft tongue entered Merci's mouth. Skye's arms went around Mercie torso, pressing her now nude breasts against Merci's gauzy dress. Her hands gently trailed up and down Merci's smooth back, fingers tracing along Merci's flesh. The kiss grew in intensity as Skye now combed her fingers through Merci's thick blonde hair.

Pulling out of the embrace, Skye allowed her dress to slide from her shoulders. This maneuver left her in only garter belt and stockings, her large breasts, hard nipples and blonde muff exposed. Not breaking eye contact with Merci, Skye reached down and raised Merci's dress up and off, leaving Merci in nothing but thigh high black patent leather boots.

Once again, Skye hugged Merci, bringing her lips to Merci's lips. Softly but firmly, she pushed merci to sit on the bed, then she pulled Merci to lie on the bed and lay next to Merci.

They rested their heads on Skye's flimsy pillow; Skye confessed that she simply could not stand a big, thick fluffy pillow, preferring a rag of a pillow.

No longer on their feet, Merci's high heels did not put her at an advantage over Skye. Laying side by side, Skye reached down, cupping Merci's buttocks, pressing her blonde muff against Merci's blonde muff. Their breasts rubbed together as they kissed,, Merci's hands cupping Skye's beautiful face.

After a few more kisses, Skye firmly rolled Merci onto her back. Skye straddled Merci's prone form, pressing her crotch firmly against Merci's crotch. Raising up slightly, Shye forcefully rubbed her furry crotch against the other blonde pussy. Then, bending her head, Skye captured one of Merci's nipples in her mouth. Merci let out a low groan as Skye's hot mouth teased her flesh.

"Oh! Oh, so, so perfect," Skye breathed out, softly kissing her way from one nipple to the other.

Merci hunched her crotch against Skye's crotch. With a delightful little giggle, Skye returned the movement, grinding her pussy hard against Merci's pussy. Merci ran her hands through Skye's long man of blonde hair, trailing her fingers down Skye's smooth flesh until she reached Skye's slightly pudgy buttocks.

"Oh, oh, Merci!" Skye grunted as Merci dragged her fingers along the deep furrow separating Skye's beautiful, pale buttocks.

"MMNG!" Skye grunted as Merci grazed Shye's anus.

"Oh no!" Merci giggled, other hand pulling Skye's face down for a soft, loving kiss. "Are you, are you a 'butt' girl too?"

"A what, UNG! MMNG! Oh, oh Merci!" Skye asked, then grunted when Merci pushed her middle finger a few millimeters into Skye's rectum.

"Oh you are! You are!" Merci giggled and kissed Skye again.

"Augh! I, oh, oh Merci, don't! Don't do that; I, that, that's just so..." Skye moaned, unable to stop Merci from thrusting a finger into her rectum.

Grinding their crotches together, Skye shuddered then groaned in climax. Merci felt her own climax build then crest. Skye frantically pressed her mouth to Merci's mouth as Merci shrieked in orgasm.

The bed was a twin sized mattress. But Merci did manage to wiggle, then roll Skye onto her back, her finger still imbedded in Skye's sweet backside. Now on top, Merci delivered a soft, sweet kiss to Skye's lips, then she wiggled down to kneel between Skye's splayed legs. The fishnet stockings and black lace garter belt against Skye's very pale flesh framed Skye's whitish blonde crotch beautifully. Merci took a moment to admire Skye's pretty pussy and puffy light pink lips protruding from the wisp of pubic hair before bending her head and taking a deep, satisfying sniff of Skye's wonderful aroma.

"UNG!" Skye moaned as Merci dragged her tongue from bottom to top, licking along Skye's puffy inner lips.

"ACK! UNG! I, oh, oh God!" Skye cried out as Merci captured Skye's clitoris in her hot sucking mouth.

Skye used her scrap of a pillow to stifle her shriek of climax. Merci was grateful that no apartment backed up to Skye's bedroom; the outside wall faced their AC unit, the south wall abutted their living room and the east wall abutted their dining room and kitchen.

"Yyyeeesss!" Skye hissed as Merci thrust two fingers into Skye's wet folds, searching, searching for Skye's g-spot.

"Yyyeeesss! I oh! Oh God, oh! Aaieegh!" Skye screamed into her pillow as Merci stimulated Skye's g-spot while adding a second finger to Skye's struggling anus and delivering a light bite to Skye's clitoris.

"That, UNG! That, that's it, yes, yes, UNG!" Skye moaned as Merci worked four fingers into Skye's wet pussy.

"Like that?" Merci asked needlessly, three fingers in Skye's squirming anus, four fingers in Skye's blonde pussy, thumb teasing Skye's clitoris.

"UNG! I, oh, oh! Aaieegh!" Skye screamed into her pillow.

Balling up her fist, Merci thrust her entire hand into Skye's receptive pussy. She sucked forcefully on Skye's clitoris as her fist plunged into Skye. With a howling shriek, Skye ejaculated, drenching Merci's face. Then Skye lay limp.

"Did, did you just piss on me?" Merci asked, looking up at the prone girl.

It did not taste like piss. Slowly, slowly, Merci pulled her fist from Skye's pussy, her fingers from Skye's anus.

With a soft kiss to Skye's pale belly, Merci wiggled out of Skye's bed.

In her bathroom, Merci cleaned her face and washed her hands. Then she fetched a wash cloth and ran some cold water over it.

"Huh?" Skye groaned, slowly coming to as Merci patted her face with the cold rag.

"Hey," Merci smiled at the pale beauty.

"I, oh, oh my God, oh my God," Skye murmured, gazing into Merci's eyes.

Skye lifted her head and softly kissed Merci's lips. Merci returned the kiss, arm draped across Skye's torso.

"I, I knew it would, Merci, I love you," Skye babbled, pulling Merci into a passionate embrace and kiss.

"I, I love you, God, I, I'm in love with you too," Merci admitted, fully embracing Skye.

After a few moments, Merci admitted that Skye's bed was just too small for sleeping. Skye rolled her fishnet stockings down and off, then wiggled out of the garter belt. Standing, Skye grabbed her scrap of a pillow and followed Merci into Merci's bedroom.

"Oh! Hey, you, when you said your zipper was stuck?" Merci suddenly thought. "But it came down real easy and..."

"God! Took me forever to get it stuck just right the first time," Skye giggled, pulling Merci's thick comforter over her nude body. "Knew I wouldn't be able to do it a second time."

"Took you forever..." Merci repeated slowly, unzipping her patent leather boots.

"Happy, happy Halloween, Merci, Merci Beaucoup," Skye murmured, pulling Merci into a passionate embrace.

The End

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Dr. Charles LaPointe is introduced in '2cd Choice' in the Loving Wives category. He also plays a pivotal role in the 'The Broussard Sisters' series in the Group Sex category.

Dr. Todd King is a primary character in the 'The Garbage King' 'the Garbage Prince' and The Garbage Queen' series in Novels & Novellas category.

Andy Roberts and his sister April Roberts are characters in 'Nasty Next-Door Neighbor' in the Taboo/Incest category.

Brian, the young coworker that Skye objects to is Brian McCall. He is a minor character in the 'Quick Repair Service' series.

Side By Side Steakhouse is introduced in the 'Wealth' series.

Skip Daigle and Jeff Cochin, co-owners of the Daigle-Cochin Data Center were Merci and Skye are employed are introduced in 'Curious Eccentricities and Oddities' in the Fetish category.

Jordan Cox, Merci's supervisor is the primary character in 'Vodka: Caramel & Green Apple' in the Anal category. His absent wife, Kelli is introduced in the 'Wealth' series.

Victoria 'Tori' Underhill is a primary character in the 'Victims & Volunteers' series in the Loving Wives category.

Sullivan Monroe, the Accounting intern, rather, the FORMER Accounting intern is a character in 'He Who Dares to Bare His Heart' in the First Time category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day. And all of you, have a very Happy and Safe Halloween.