Very Pretty Things

"You stop it!" Brichelle demanded, trying to catch her breath.

Once safely in her room, after enduring dinner with her step-father and mother, Brichelle logged onto a national lingerie outlet. She blinked at the cost of the corsets and bustiers and decided instead to buy a few more lacy bras; this site seemed to specialize in larger cup sizes.

And the corresponding email said that she'd earned twenty credit points so she put that toward two garter belts and some sheer stockings.

Chapter 7

"Need you to open up tomorrow," Valerie told Brichelle as they ate their lunch the following day.

"Oh?" Brichelle asked, suddenly apprehensive.

"In fact, you'll probably have to be here the whole day by yourself," Valerie went on. "Kendra's got a field trip and I'm one of the field Moms."

Kendra was Valerie's youngest; there was a framed photograph on the counter of three smiling girls, all with long blonde hair.

Kendra was the baby at six years old.

"Six, and a half, don't forget the half," Valerie smiled.

Alexandra was the next in line, at nearly eight years of age.

"On the first of October," Valerie said as she showed Brichelle that the alarm code reflected that fact. "See? It's one zero zero one."

And then Holly was the first, at eleven years of age.

"Her birthday's February twenty seventh," Valerie smiled as she showed Brichelle the digital code for the large floor mounted safe was 0227.

"You'll do fine," she encouraged and kissed Brichelle on her lips.

And Brichelle did do fine in the morning, she unlocked the store, feeling quite grown-up, quite mature as she used her very own key to unlock the door, then marched to the beeping keypad and punched in the code. Then she opened the safe and pulled out the cash register's drawer.

"Valerie, need a 'Happy Birthday, Why Are You Still Alive' card, got anything like that?" Ms. Baker announced as she strode in. "Where's Valerie?"

"Kendra's got a field trip," Brichelle explained as she helped the woman locate a birthday card.

"Tell her that's just unacceptable," Ms. Baker smiled and told Brichelle to keep the twenty eight cents change.

Throughout the day, her feeling of being grown up, responsible, mature, did not fade. She helped the four walk-ins and when there was no one in the store, walked around, straightening up things. She even ran the carpet sweeper over the plush carpet.

At closing time, she ran the cash register's close out sequence, then locked both cash register drawer and register tape into the safe. She punched in the alarm code, turned off the lights, and then locked the front door.

The next morning, Valerie was not there to let Brichelle in, so Brichelle used her key, punched in the code, then got the cash register drawer out of the safe.

"I hate these Saturdays," Valerie said as she stepped into the stockroom.

"What? Why?" Brichelle asked.

"Oh, Roger has the girls," Valerie sniffed. "Then I got to go home to a great big old empty house."

"Aw," Brichelle commiserated.

Oddly enough, it was a busy Saturday so Valerie had little time to slip into gloomy reflection. But as they locked the door behind the last customer, Brichelle saw the smile slide from her boss's face.

"So, what you doing tonight?" she quietly asked.

"Hmm? Probably send Kim away and fix myself a big old bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream and a box of Girl Scout cookies," Valerie confessed.

"Oh, I love mint chocolate chip!" Brichelle said. "And who's Kim?"

"I knew it!" Valerie actually laughed. We MCC girls have to stick together, don't we? And Kim's our housekeeper. Her name's actually Tanen Kimatsuri but Holly couldn't pronounce all of that so it just got shortened to Kim."

She then checked the tally on the register against the total sales and nodded in satisfaction.

"So, what about you?" she asked as she pulled the cash register drawer out. "What you got going on?"

"Absolutely nothing; pre-season's started so Stan's going to have his fat butt in front of the television," Brichelle groused.

"Want to come over?" Valerie asked, grabbing Brichelle's hand. "We'll destroy a gallon of ice cream and then sit up all night and be miserable?"

"Sure!" Brichelle agreed. "Let me just go home and get something to change into and..."

"I'll follow you home," Valerie decided.

Brichelle introduced Valerie to her mother and to her step-father. Stan reminded Valerie that they'd met before and Valerie did smooth any formerly ruffled feathers by complimenting Stan on his workmanship.

In her bedroom, Brichelle went through her sleepwear, finally selecting a soft pink shift. And matching string bikini panties. She rarely wore it anymore; it was just a little too short to wear in front of Stan. She also selected a pair of denim shorts and a snug tee shirt and her tennis shoes. It would be Sunday and Valerie couldn't dictate to Brichelle what she could or could not wear on her day off.

A pair of thong panties and a clean bra, as well as toothbrush, and Brichelle was ready.

"Your boss tells me you're under strict orders to help her eat a whole gallon of ice cream," Michelle smiled when Brichelle stepped into the living room.

"And a box of cookies," Valerie smiled.

"I'll do my best," Brichelle mock-sighed.

"Do y'all go to church at any particular time?" Valerie asked.

"No," Stan interrupted before Michelle could answer. "Church is nothing but a bunch of Holier-Than-Thou ass holes trying tell other people what they got to do or not do."

"We're not religious," Michelle said, her embarrassment evident.

"I'm not particularly religious either," Valerie shrugged. "Had just about all I could take of my Daddy and Reverend Jim Grayson telling me I was doomed to the fires of Hell."

Brichelle had never noticed before, but Valerie's car was a light pink Lexus. The interior was a soft tan leather and Brichelle suddenly felt a little out of place. The overnight bag she'd packed was fraying around the seams, and her purse was also beginning to show signs of wear.

And Valerie's monstrous house was among other monstrosities along Simpson Way, the gated community of Oakleaf, Texas.

"Simpson Way..." Brichelle mused as Valerie pulled into the garage.

"Named after my Daddy, the Honorable Judge J. Roberts Simpson," Valerie said easily as she opened the door of the garage.

A small Asian woman turned and greeted Valerie with a curt nod.

"Salmon in oven, ready you eat," the woman said. "Fettucine in first dish, green beans and almonds in second dish, yellow squash in third dish, I going bye-bye now, see you tomorrow."

"What she lacks in warmth, she more than makes up for in efficiency," Valerie admitted as she pulled Brichelle up a flight of stairs.

Brichelle looked around Valerie's bedroom. The large room was exactly what she would have expected. An enormous bed was against the far wall, light pink comforter all but obscured by satin pillows Antique white nightstands had highly polished brass lamps on them, there was also a low dresser of antique white, and a tall armoire of antique white.

"When the girls are here, I usually just get into some sweats but they're not here so I'm just going to let it all hang out," Valerie called from inside a huge walk-in closet.

She emerged, her long blonde hair no longer in its large bun. She was wearing a satin and lace teddy of pink, and had fuzzy pink slippers on her dainty feet. Brichelle smirked slightly; just like all of Valerie's shoes, the slippers had a four inch heel on them.

"Those can't be comfortable," she accused.

"Sometimes comfort has to be sacrificed for beauty," Valerie smiled and twirled, modeling her outfit.

Chapter 8

Brichelle and Valerie sat at the small family table and ate the delicious meal that Kim had prepared.

"No, Brichelle, leave it; that's what I pay Kim for," Valerie insisted when Brichelle began to pick up her plate.

"Anyway, we've got more important things to do," Valerie said as she grabbed two large bowls out of a cabinet.

She quickly filled both bowls with the bright green ice cream, put the container back into the freezer, then grabbed a box of Girl Scouts Thin Mints cookies out of the pantry, and scurried out of the kitchen, a bowl in each hand and the box of cookies under her arm. Brichelle followed the woman back to the bedroom and couldn't help but giggle as Valerie walked across the bed before flopping down into a mound of pillows.

"And..." Valerie said and grabbed a remote control.

The room's lighting dimmed considerably. Even though it was still quite light outside, no outside light seeped in through the heavy white curtains.

The television came on and the Lifetime Movie Channel came on.

Brichelle got into the bed and took the offered bowl of ice cream from Valerie.

"Ah," Valerie said after a few moments.

Brichelle tore her eyes away from the cheesy, predictable movie they were watching and saw that Valerie was holding out a spoonful of ice cream.

"Ah," Brichelle said and held her mouth open.

After feeding her the spoonful, Valerie opened her own mouth and Brichelle giggled but fed her a spoonful of ice cream.

The fourth spoonful, Valerie teasingly pulled it away and Brichelle leaned over to follow the spoon.

Then Valerie tore open the box of cookies, dipped one into the slowly melting ice cream and held out the cookie/ice cream treat. Brichelle swallowed her mouthful of ice cream and took the offered treat from Valerie's fingers.

"Sherice and I would do this all the time," Valerie said as Brichelle offered her an ice cream and cookie bite.

"Oh yeah?" Brichelle smiled.

"And we'd do each other's hair and sometimes we'd take a bubble bath together," Valerie continued.

She then smiled a little sadly, then fed Brichelle another cookie dipped in melting ice cream.

"And we'd play 'Truth Or Dare,' which was kind of silly; I mean, it was just the two of us," Valerie went on and again made Brichelle lean way over before feeding the girl another ice cream and cookie treat.

"And what would you dare her to do?" Brichelle asked and pulled a cookie just out of Valerie's reach.

"I'd dare her to kiss me and then she'd dare me to kiss her, and we'd just go back and forth like that," Valerie admitted.

She then leaned over and kissed Brichelle on her smiling lisp. A soft, lingering kiss.

She then nibbled the cookie from Brichelle's fingers.

Brichelle felt Valerie's tongue lick her fingertips, a soft, sensual lick. That soft lick seemed to flood her senses from fingertips to the top of her head to the ends of her toes

"Oh!" she let a soft groan escape.

"Oh no! We're all out of ice cream!" Valerie whined.

"I couldn't eat another bite," Brichelle admitted

Oh, okay then," Valerie said and put both bowls and what few cookies remained onto her nightstand.

She then slumped back against the mountain of pillows and rolled over onto her side, facing Brichelle. Brichelle mirrored Valerie's movements and the two women smiled at each other.

"You smell so nice; you always smell so nice," Brichelle murmured.

"It's my lotion; I have it made for me," Valerie said.

She held out her arm and Brichelle sniffed the woman's skin.

"You tell them your skin type, you know, pale, dark, oily or not, that kind of stuff, and you tell them what scents you like; this has got some lavender, some clary sage, even some musk in it," Valerie went on. "And you tell them where you live, they do a Ph. balance so your skin always stays hydrated."

She smiled and held out her arm again. Again, Brichelle gave the offered arm a sniff.

"I mean, I'm thirty five years old; got to try to keep my skin nice and soft, see?" she said.

Brichelle did feel her boss's arm and agreed; the skin was nice and soft.

"Let's see," Valerie said and rubbed Brichelle's arm, between upper arm and the side of Brichelle's large breast.

She then rolled over and scampered toward the bathroom. Brichelle noticed, even without the impossibly high heeled slippers on her feet, Valerie still walked on her toes, heels elevated off the floor.

Valerie returned, holding a small bottle. She sat, cross-legged on the bed and pulled Brichelle into a sitting position. She then poured a small dollop of the lotion into her palm and slowly began applying the scented lotion to Brichelle's hands, then her forearms.

"Stuff is so good," she said in her breathy voice. "Just a little bit of it goes a long way."

Valerie then wiggled backward on her buttocks and again put a little dab into her hand and then began to work on Brichelle's feet.

"Oh," Brichelle moaned.

"Oh! You are just like me; I swear, you want to win my heart? Do my feet," Valerie exclaimed.

Valerie did work on Brichelle's feet for a while, until Brichelle was laying back against the pillows, blonde head lolled back in ecstasy. Then Valerie put Brichelle's left foot onto her own smooth thigh and began to rub Brichelle's calf. Brichelle couldn't help but notice how soft, yet firm her boss's thigh felt underneath her foot.

Then Valerie put Brichelle's right foot onto her other thigh and began to rub the lotion into Brichelle's right calf.

"God," Brichelle murmured in appreciation.

Then Valerie wiggled forward again, putting Brichelle's calves on her thighs. She put just a dab more lotion into her hand and began to work on Brichelle's left thigh.

"Oh, Valerie," Brichelle moaned as her boss's fingers softly kneaded her leg muscles.

"Don't worry, you're next," Valerie playfully threatened.

Suddenly, Brichelle realized that Valerie could most likely see her panty covered crotch. She could feel how hot and wet her pussy was; her feet truly were an erogenous zone for her. She also knew, when her light pink panties got wet, they were translucent.

But Valerie was positioned between her thighs; Brichelle could not clamp her legs together, could not maintain any modesty.

And when Valerie reached the hem of her sleepshirt, she edged the soft satin material up, exposing more of Brichelle's leg.

"Oh," Brichelle moaned again, close to orgasm just from the soft, sensuous massage.

Brichelle's pale face burned; Valerie had edged her sleep shirt up to above her panties, fully exposing her wetness.

But Valerie just continued to rub, now on the right thigh

Then she continued to edge the hem of Brichelle's sleep shirt up as she slowly rubbed the lotion into Brichelle's flesh.

"Tee he," Brichelle giggled slightly as Valerie playfully wiggled a finger into Brichelle's navel.

Valerie smiled up at Brichelle and then tickled the girl's belly button again. Then she edged the hem of Brichelle's sleep shirt to just underneath Brichelle's large breasts.

Slowly, gently, she worked the lotion into Brichelle's skin.

"Is this all right?" Valerie asked, lightly tugging on Brichelle's sleep shirt. "I mean, if I push this up?"

"Yeah," Brichelle said, then gripped the bottom of her sleep shirt and pulled it completely off.

"Oh, Brichelle, your breasts are, my God, they're just beautiful," Valerie husked, staring at the large mounds of flesh.

Brichelle's areolae were large, dark pink, and right now, quite constricted. Her nipples were two fat little nubs that stuck out nearly a half an inch and they were hard with excitement.

Valerie lovingly took Brichelle's right breast into both of her small hands, squeezed as if she was trying to encircle Brichelle's breast so that her fingers could touch. The breast ballooned up and Valerie stared at it for a moment.

Then she relaxed her squeezing and again slowly applied the sweet smelling lotion into Brichelle's flesh.

Brichelle gasped and shuddered in mild orgasm when Valerie's fingers reached her right nipple and gave the hypersensitive nub a pinch.

Then Valerie repeated the same thing to the left breast. And again, Brichelle shuddered in orgasm from Valerie's gentle tweak of her nipple.

"Is this all right?" Valerie asked, leaning forward.

"Is what..." Brichelle began to ask when Valerie pressed her open mouth to Brichelle's open mouth.

"Is it all right if I kiss you?" Valerie whispered in her soft voice, pulling her lips away from Brichelle's mouth.

"Yes," Brichelle breathed.

Valerie leaned forward again and kissed Brichelle's lips again, then slowly worked her tongue into Brichelle's mouth.

Brichelle wound her arms around Valerie's torso, pulling the woman in tight.

Both women groaned as their wet crotches mashed together. Brichelle was also aware of her boss's lace covered chest rasping against her hard nipples.

"I want... I just have to..." Valerie husked and worked a dainty hand under the waistband of Brichelle's soaked panties.

"Uh!" Brichelle grunted loudly in orgasm when Valerie's fingertip grazed her throbbing clitoris.

And then they were kissing again, large breasts mashing hard against large breasts, Valerie's hand lightly tugging at Brichelle's swollen pussy lips.

Then Valerie dipped her head down and took one of Brichelle's hard nipples into her mouth. Brichelle was used to the slobbering attention of Alan. But Valerie suckled gently, drawing more and more blood into Brichelle's nipple, then she lightly chewed in Brichelle's flesh.

Brichelle pressed Valerie's head tightly to her chest, bent and kissed the top of Valerie's head.

Valerie smiled up at the girl, then bent and took the other nipple into her mouth.

Then, when she had Brichelle on the brink of screaming, she forced both globes of flesh together and lashed her tongue at both hard nipples.

Brichelle whipped her head from side to side, moaning in pleasure.

Then Valerie kissed Brichelle's ticklish belly and began working Brichelle's panties down her shapely legs.

"Oh God, oh my God!" Brichelle screamed in orgasm when Valerie's tongue batted her hard clitoris.

Valerie then licked and sucked Brichelle's juices from her swollen lips and pubic hair, careful to avoid Brichelle's hypersensitive clit.

Then when Brichelle's breathing had almost returned to normal, Valerie again licked her tongue around Brichelle's clitoris, then took it into her mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

"Oh God!" Brichelle screamed again in orgasm.

Then when Valerie shoved two fingers into Brichelle's pussy and gently bit down on Brichelle's clit, the girl screamed and blacked out.

When she came to, Valerie was also nude, and was cuddling Brichelle against her naked body.

Brichelle weakly smiled, then kissed Valerie. The kiss soon intensified and Brichelle reached down to grab Valerie's large breasts.

"Gentle; I like it gentle, Sweetheart," Valerie whispered.

She then kissed Brichelle.

"Men are so rough; like they're footballs or something," she whispered.

Brichelle then dipped a hand down toward Valerie's pussy.

"Girls are so impatient," Valerie smiled, pulling Brichelle's hand back up to her breasts.

Brichelle made love to Valerie's breast for several long moments; first with her hands, then with her mouth.

Then she kissed her way, very slowly, down to Valerie's fragrant pussy.

Valerie kept her blonde pubic hair very neatly trimmed; she admitted that she got a bikini wax every four weeks and had just had this done last week.

Brichelle wanted to just begin lapping and sucking at Valerie's wet pussy, but forced herself to take it slowly. When she finally did bring her mouth down to Valerie's pussy, both she and Valerie were shivering in excitement.

Brichelle pulled a page out of Valerie's playbook. After licking Valerie to an orgasm, she licked all around Valerie's pussy, but avoided contact with Valerie's fat clitoris.

Her tongue lapped across Valerie's anus and Valerie groaned.

"Oh, you dirty girl!" she squealed. "Oh, that's my butt hole!"

Even as she protested, Valerie kicked up her left leg to give Brichelle easier access to her anus.