REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen looked at the mirror, examining her reflection wearing a fairly scandalous outfit. She had worn bikinis before, but nothing this skimpy. A tiny yellow triangle pointing down covered each of her breasts, her nipples straining against the glossy materials. Not even half of her flesh was covered, with hints of her areola showing. The lines of each triangle pressed against her breast, creating obscene humps. It looked like she bought it a couple of sizes too small.

Her chest flushed with embarrassment as she looked down to examine the bottom part of the bikini. The front was cut so high that hints of her golden hair showed. She tried to adjust the panel, but it could only stretch so far. Embarassing, but also exciting.

“Well, then…” Deen walked out of the bathroom, her heart wildly thumping in anticipation of Erind’s reaction. Erind’s look of shock empowered Deen. Her girlfriend, with her wide-open eyes and gaping mouth, definitely wasn’t expecting this. “What do you think?” Deen asked, striking a pose.

“Definitely don’t wear that on the beach,” Erind replied after a moment. “You’ll give all the guys a hard-on,” she added with a wink.

Deen almost stomped her foot. “Erind! Your language.”

“What? Don’t treat me like I’m twelve. I’m almost twice that. And I’m telling the truth about the power of your barely-there outfit.”

“It is a bit too much, isn’t it?”

“Don’t wear that at the beach,” Erind repeated. “It’s for my eyes only.”

Deen felt a tingle between her legs at Erind’s possessiveness. “That goes without saying. I’m not crazy enough to wear this in public. I doubt I could even swim without my breasts popping out.”

“Come over here,” Erind said, crawling to the end of the bed. Deen stood before her. “I really like the underboob show you have going on.” Erind caressed the bottom of Deen’s breasts. “Really shows how perky your breasts are despite their size.”

“I’m proud of them.” Deen jutted out her chest.

Erind knelt on the bed as she fondled Deen. “I can’t say that I can relate. But I’m proud of your breasts, too, since they’re mine and all.” Her fingers crawled all over Deen’s breasts, scooching under the covering. “The fabric feels nice. Not modest at all. But nice and expensive.” Erind found Deen’s nipple and lightly pinched them.

Deen started to feel lightheaded. She was tempted to jump on Erind and ravage her, but the show must go on. Deen pretended to be Erind whenever she’d become too absorbed in a role. Now, Deen was supposed to model everything she had bought. But Erind was making it difficult for Deen to stay the course.

“You like that? Oh, I sound like I’m in a porno movie.” Erind let go of Deen’s breasts and reached down. She went for Deen’s mound, tracing the valley behind the thin fabric.

Deen gasped as a line of the yellow darkened, betraying her wetness. “Do you think I should completely shave down there? I… I’ll let you do it.”

Erind looked up at her with an incredulous expression. “Eh? I didn’t say anything about that. Is it your new fantasy?”

“Ye-yes… I thought of it just now.” Deen’s breath caught in her throat. Her mind was already going wild with the possibilities. It’d be a wonderful new experience, and a very intimate moment. She couldn’t wait to do it. Maybe she should push for it now? “We could do each other and—”

“No!” Erind exclaimed.

Deen’s face fell. “You don’t want to?”

“I’m not completely closing the doors, okay? It’s just… It’s just a bit too much right now.”

“But we’ve already done so much. Surely, this isn’t—”

“It’s overwhelming,” Erind said. “I mean, do other couples do that? Seems like…”

Deen shrugged. “I have no idea. But we’re also not like other couples. We can explore and—”

“Maybe you should take it slow. Make a list of stuff that you want to do, and we’ll go through it.”

“Promise?” Deen’s eyes met Erind’s.

Erind sighed. “Yeah, sure. But we haven’t even finished this thing yet. I’m really enjoying your fashion show, you know? Would be a shame if we cut it short. Not as short as me.”

“You’re right.” Deen nodded.

But even though Erind had said that, she was tempting Deen to stop her show. Erind brushed aside Deen’s bikini bottom and inserted a finger into Deen’s slick folds.

Deen shivered in pleasure as Erind’s finger rubbed her insides. Deen was about to surrender to the pleasure and have sex with her girlfriend right there when she remembered what she was supposed to do. She bought so many sexy outfits to try, and Erind hadn’t seen them yet!

“Let’s do this later.” Deen grabbed Erind’s wrist and pulled her hand away. “Take a few photos of me. Then I’ll change into the next outfit.”

“Before you go, can you do me a favor?”

“What favor?” Deen didn’t like Erind’s tone. Or maybe, she did.

“Can you jump until your tits pop out? That’ll be awesome to see. Don’t make me pay if the straps snap.”

“Of course not,” Deen said, starting to hop a bit. “Like this?” Her breasts bounced with every tiny jump. The small covering couldn’t do much to cradle the heavy load, pulling on the thin straps that went over her shoulders and the back of her neck.

“Jump higher,” Erind ordered, her eyes fixed on Deen’s marshmallow globes. “Raise your arms, just like we did earlier. Put your arms behind your head. Good girl,” she added, knowing that Deen liked this play.

It didn’t take long for Deen’s left breast to spill out, hanging slightly lower than the right. Erind lunged forward to suck the nipple for a few seconds before releasing it with a pop. Deen hurried back to the bathroom to wear a different outfit before she lost control of herself and joined Erind in bed.

The pale blue set was silky, softly massaging Deen’s skin as she returned to Erind. Her breasts rested on a band, almost a ledge, as the cups pushed them high, making them look more prominent as the creamy tops almost spilled over. The cups were cut low—half of it was solid material, the upper half was translucent silk, doing nothing to hide her erect nipples. She might as well have been topless with the covering they provided, but they did very well to heighten her sexiness.

“Wow…” Erind’s eyes traveled from Deen's neck, swimming over the heaving swell of her breasts, down to the dip of her waist, between her legs, and her shapely thighs.

“I like this one,” Deen breathlessly said. She did a little dance, making her breasts jiggle.

“I thought that I preferred the underboob,” Erind said, “but your cleavage looks awesome with this bra. The bottom looks great too.”

The low-rise panties clung to her hips with delicate straps. The front triangle was small, but not as small as the panel of the yellow bikini. Still, the innocent shade of blue contrasted the naughty shape that the panties highlighted as they snugly molded over her mound. A slight dampness traced the seam of her lower lips, but she couldn't do anything to stop her wetness. Half-turning, Deen presented Erind with the plump lower halves of her buttocks completely bare, the flesh firm yet soft and inviting.

The silk glided over her skin, the crossed back straps pulling up the panties, exposing more of her butt. Feeling adventurous, Deen did a pose that caused the cheeks to part enough to tease the shadowed cleft barely hidden between them.

Erind took pictures of Deen, telling her what to do. “Now, walk.”

Deen paraded in front of the bed, past the TV, and neared the windows, and turned around. The silk tugged and released with each stride. She made sure that she swayed her hips. She wavered as the fabric brushed the sensitive dampness between her legs.

“You know the pose I want,” said Erind, knowing that Deen needed to be ordered. “Raise your arms. Not behind your head yet. Reach as high as you can. Arch your back. Good girl.”

Deen loved to be ordered. As she arched her back, raising her chest, her bra stretched tight, the top of the cups digging into her flesh. Her nipples thrust obscenely against the silk. A shiver of arousal coursed through her body, knowing that Erind was watching her.

“Turn around. Bend down while keeping your legs straight. Uh, what was that exercise again? Toe something?”

“Toe touches?” Deen suggested as she faced the wall.

“Yep, I think that's it. Do it now.”

Deen folded herself down, legs straight. She felt the ends of her panties creep over her cheeks, exposing more of her butt as the front panel sank into the wet creases of her puffy lips. She heard rustling behind her. What was Erind doing?

She got her answer as Erind’s hand spanked her behind.