In the morning Judy awoke in bed alone. Changing into jeans and a flannel shirt borrowed from Beth's closet, she skipped down the main stairway. She could smell coffee and headed for the kitchen.
Turning, L.D. said, "Hi. Ready for some breakfast?"
"Wonderful," Judy murmured, suddenly aware of her hunger.
As they ate, she realized the snowfall had stopped. Outside, the world was a dazzling whiteness. Then the ringing of the phone shattered the silence. Judy watched L.D. as he answered. He stands so straight, she thought, and he so rarely uses gestures with his words. Gestures can betray feelings, and his are very private. He hardly spoke to me the whole time we were fucking our brains out last night.
L.D. hung up the phone and said, "Beth and Sandie are going to meet you at the studio later. I'll drive you when you're ready. I would stay, but I have to get some of my own work done today. Maybe I'll see you later this afternoon."
"I would like that," Judy said. She had a sudden outrageous desire to weep.
He drove her to the studio, promising to call the garage about her car. In the parking lot, before she could open her door, L.D. put his arm around her and pulled her to him. She raised her head automatically for the kiss she wanted to badly.
When they broke apart, she opened the door and got out. "I'll see you. Thanks for being there when I needed you. I… I have so many things to think about. We'll talk later," she closed his car door and stood back while he drove off.
Inside the studio, she changed into a yellow bikini that served as her warm-up outfit when she was alone. The studio was very hot, someone had left the furnace turned up, and her naked skin felt good free from winter's clothing. She looked around and decided to move the piano to the far corner so the stage could be decorated for the upcoming pageant.
She was standing looking at the heavy object, trying to figure out if it would roll easily. She didn't hear the door open and close, but something told her to turn around. When she did, she saw Bill Johnson standing there.
"I came by to see that you made it this morning," he said. His frank stare of admiration at her yellow outfit pleased her. "What are you doing?"
"I want to move this piano to the far wall," she said. "Think we can manage it together?"
"Oh, sure," Bill said, his eyes once more locked on her scantily covered titties. "I'll take this end."
"Okay, let's go," Judy said.
He was pulling and she was pushing. It was a big old piano, and she had to push very hard. They'd just got it moving, when Judy felt the strap of her bra ripping in half.
"Oh-oh," she gasped.
Without the strap to hold it in place, her tiny bra couldn't contain her shapely tits. They popped free, the bra sliding down to her waist. Of course Bill had never taken his eyes off her tits, so he got quite a view.
"Oh, my gosh," she laughed helplessly, "how embarrassing."
Bill didn't say a word. His eyes got enormous. His mouth dropped open. He turned red. But what Judy noticed most of all was the sudden swelling at the fly of his jeans.
Oh, no, she thought, Bill's got the hots for me. Sure enough, the crotch of his jeans was suddenly bulging with a big hard-on. Now Judy was staring, too. While Bill ogled her naked tits, she stared at his tented fly. She felt her pussy getting suddenly hot, wet and swollen. Obviously she still had a "thing" for Bill. It had been going on since they were kids.
But that was no reason to practically drool over him, who was almost like a brother to her. Judy fought to control herself, but all she could think of was Bill's rock-hard cock and hot great it would feel pounding inside her gushing cunt.
Bill obviously wanted her, too. He was almost paralyzed with horniness. He was starting to breathe hard as he stared at her luscious bit tits and lust-stiffened nipples. He wanted Judy as much as she wanted him.
Hell, she thought, why not? L.D. hadn't said a word this morning about them being committed in anyway. Fuck him!
Bill would not tell anyone. He wouldn't ruin her reputation. And she'd get what she so desperately needed. Judy really didn't see anything wrong with her and Bill getting together. They both needed it badly.
She walked over to him, her shapely, firm tits quivering. She walked so close that she could feel his hot breath on her sensitive tit-flesh.
"Want to touch my titties?" she teased him.
Bill tried to answer, but he only made horny croaking noises. Judy leaned back against the piano, and Bill started molding and exploring her fat-softened globes. He seemed a little nervous at first, but his lust quickly overpowered his shyness. He panted lustily as he squeezed the silky hot flesh.
"Mmmmmmm, yesss, Bill," she gurgled, "that feels so nice. Do you do this with all the girls?"
Bill reddened and said, "I've only done this with a couple of them. I touched their titties once, through their clothes, and they got hysterical. They said they wanted to wait."
"So, you're not getting any fucking?" Judy asked.
"Nope," Bill sighed.
She shivered and creamed heavily, soaking the crotch of her bikini. Bill hadn't had any pussy in a long time. He was so hot she knew she could do with him as she pleased. She could have him do the things she wanted him to do. This excited the hell out of her.
She decided not to rush things. Horny as she was, she might not get this chance again, so she'd work it for every drop of pleasure and excitement she could get. Her big nipples tingled and burned against Bill's squeezing palms.
"Bill," she said hoarsely, "I'd really love it if you'd lick my nipples."
"You would?" he cried.
He stuck out his tongue and started lashing it over her engorged tender nipples. Judy sobbed with pleasure. L.D. had done that to her last night and she'd loved it. She slumped against the piano and creamed like crazy.
"Mmmmmmmm, yesss, Bill, I love that," she gurgled. She felt like she could cum if she rubbed her thighs together, she was so hot. Bill was handsome, very sexy, and he was eager to do her bidding. She'd found the answer to her loneliness, at least for today.
"Suck them, Bill, suck them good," she moaned.
Bill went to work instantly. Obviously he would have done any crazy thing she asked him to. He slid his hot lips down around her quivering left nipple and started sucking it. Judy whimpered with lust. She creamed so hard that the hot sticky cunt-juice soaked through her bikini and ran down her legs.
"Oh, God, Bill, I love that!" she moaned.
He sucked her left nipple till it was swollen stiff, then went to her right. His greedy sucking made her whimper and shiver with excitement. She had a wild urge to pull his jeans down and fuck him silly.
But, no, she wasn't going to rush. This opportunity might not come her way again. She was going to take it slow, gorging herself on every delicious sensation. She thought about what she wanted to do next, and she quickly made a decision.
Bill was too delighted to speak. He just hurried after her as she went to her office. At the open doorway, she hesitated for just a second. This was the room she'd fucked the salesman in a couple of days ago.
"Come on, Bill," she said softly, taking him by the hand and leading him into the room. "Help me with the hide-a-bed."
When it was fixed, she drew him down on it beside her. He was a little bolder now, and his hands went right to her big swollen tits, squeezing and exploring. Judy gurgled with pleasure. She wanted to tell him how much she needed his touch, how horny she was. But Bill had been her friend and had wanted her too long, she knew better than to load him up with that. She decided just to give him a nice fucking.
Now he began licking and sucking at her stiff nipples, which were supersensitive to his hot wet lips. Judy gushed a steady stream of cream, and she writhed with horniness. She eyed the tempting bulge at Bill's fly.
While he went on playing with her tits, she unzipped his pants and started tugging them down. She helped him out of his jeans, delighted that he wasn't wearing underpants. She was actually shaking with arousal as she stared at his stiff cock. It wasn't as big as L.D.'s, but it was a beauty, long and thick and rigid. Her fingers trembling, she reached out and grasped his prick.
"Oh, Judy!" Bill gasped.
Judy grinned. Bill was out of his head with excitement, and she'd hardly done anything to him yet. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing prick and began to pump it. Bill shivered and groaned. Thick hot cream began to bubble from his cocktip. Judy smeared the stuff all over the blue-veined column of meat.
"Do you like that, Bill?" she asked.
"Shit, yes," he sighed. "Oh, excuse my horniness. But I've wanted this for so long."
"I know," she sighed. "We should have been fucking since high school."
As she teasingly stroked his engorged cock and he played with her fantastic tits, Bill looked at her adoringly. He'd had a crush on Judy for as long as he could remember. He could hardly believe his good fortune. But his arousal was real enough.
He felt like he'd cum if she didn't stop. He didn't want to shoot while getting a hand-job, but every passing second he got more excited. Judy's little hand was hot and quick on his nearly-shooting cock.
She wasn't wearing anything but that skimpy bikini bottom. He could see the pout of her pussy mound and a few wispy pussy curls around the triangle of cloth that covered her crotch. He couldn't contain his eagerness.
"Judy," he said hoarsely, "could I take off your bikini?"
"Sure, Bill, go ahead," she smiled.
His cock gave a lusty jump in her fingers, and he damned near shot his wad. His hands shook as he untied the little bows that held her bikini together. He slipped off the skimpy garment and stared at the lush golden fur of her cunt bush. Judy felt just as excited as he did. She grabbed the bikini from him and tossed it off the bed. She parted her thighs a little and let him see the moist pink flesh of her cunt gash.
"Oh, Judy, I've got to touch it," Bill croaked.
Judy, took his hand and slipped it between her thighs. She rubbed his fingers back and forth over the slippery hot flesh of her cunt gash, showing him just the speed and pressure she liked most.
When she let go of his hand, he started petting her pussy the way she'd shown him. His hand was suddenly deluged with her sticky molten cunt-honey. Judy whimpered with each gush.
She'd meant to take things slow, but now, she felt she just had to cum. She sensed that Bill was barely holding back his climax, too. Well, there was an easy solution to their dilemma.
"Bill, finger-fuck me," she moaned.
She grabbed his hand and rammed it to her cunt. He slipped his stiff middle finger up her steaming hot cunt hole and began moving it in and out, prompted by her guiding hand. Then she pumped his prick faster and faster.
"Yes, that's good, Bill," she panted. "Keep doing it. Let's get each other off."
Bill was a little disappointed. He'd been wanting to fuck her. But he wasn't complaining. It was heaven for the perpetually horny farmboy just to be doing this much with his idol. He often dreamed of being so lucky.
He pistoned his finger stiffly in Judy's searing-hot cunt, while she pumped his cock wildly. He could hardly believe the heat on the inside of her cunt. It was so tight and juicy and hot, even nicer than any girl he'd ever had.
But he soon forgot everything but the incredible excitement of having her jack him off. He hammered his finger in her cunt, and, she raced her fingers up and down the hugely engorged shaft of his cock till he exploded with lust.
"Ummmmhhhhh, damn, aaaagggghhhhh!" he yelled.
"Oh, Bill, yessss, ahhhh!" Judy sobbed.
She was cumming hard around his jerking finger, and she saw the thick ropes of cream spurting from his cock. She aimed his jetting prick right at her mouth, opened her lips wide and managed to catch most of his delicious hot cream. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed.
They rolled apart, panting, and Judy propped herself on one elbow. She grinned at Bill.
"That was for openers," she said. "Are you ready for more?"