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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of November 
2006)

Part 12

Chapter 37

As they made their way back to the news van in the high school 
parking lot, both Brenda and Wynona became more bold.  With the 
shopkeeper's cum still smeared down their chins and dripping onto 
their chests, they danced and flashed the few cars which passed them 
in the street.  At the final corner they stood face to face on the 
curb groping each other's bare breasts while waiting for the 
crosswalk signal to change.

But in short order they arrived back at the van where Kimberly, who 
had been tasked with carrying their bag of groceries from the 
convenience store, handed the bag over to Rajiv who dared not ask 
about the white globs on the women's faces for fear his heart would 
stop.

"Hey, give me that diet soda," Wynona said.  Rajiv rummaged in the 
bag and handed the twenty ounce bottle to her.  She drank down a good 
four ounces of it before handing the bottle over to Brenda to whet 
her own whistle.

"May I?" Kimberly asked, pointing to the bottle.  Brenda handed it 
over after taking a couple of swigs.  "Man, we've been doing so much 
and having so much fun I almost didn't notice how thirsty I was 
getting."

When the bottle was a little more than half empty (or less than half 
full, depending on whether you're an optimist or pessimist) Brenda 
asked what their next assignment would be.

"Well ladies, this is the last trip and we've really gotten a lot of 
great footage so far.  We're going to just have a little fun now and 
try to relax a bit before heading back to the safe house."

"The safe house?" Wynona asked.

"Yes, a neutral location just in case anyone gets it in their heads 
to follow us; we don't want to lead them back to your houses and let 
them know where you live, so we'll be stopping and taking a rest at 
one of the safe houses we've rented."

"Hm, I'm looking forward to another shower," Wynona said, putting one 
arm around Brenda's waist and dancing lightly from side to side.

Rajiv pulled out the last items in the cardboard box.  "Brenda, 
here's what you'll be wearing.  Remove everything and put these on."  
He handed her a pair of tan stockings, a string bikini top and what 
looked like a fanny pack such as what a jogger might use to carry 
their wallet and cell phone.

"Um, nothing for the bottom?" Brenda asked with raised eyebrows.

"That's what the fanny pack is for.  Wear it in front to cover your 
bush."

"That's... not much," she stated, holding the small pack up to 
inspect it.

"Oh, and also there's these shoes."  Rajiv handed Brenda a pair of 
shiny silver pumps with a three inch spike heel.

Brenda's dress was off in seconds and Rajiv tossed it into the back 
of the van.  She bent over to unlace her shoes, keeping her ass up.  
While she was taking those off, Rajiv handed Wynona her allotment of 
clothing.  "Lose the boa but keep the panties on."

"You mean the g-string," Wynona sneered.

"Yes, that.  It really does show off your ass very nicely," he 
stated, looking around at her smooth, milky white heart shaped rump.  
"But then put on this black nylon top and skirt."

"These things are completely see through!" Wynona complained, holding 
them up to her face to demonstrate that she could still see him quite 
clearly.

"Yeah, but the contrast will make it look like you're wearing 
something -- at least from a distance," Kimberly noted.

So while Brenda was positioning her fanny pack as best she could to 
cover her privates, Wynona shimmied into the form-fitting black nylon 
top which came down to her navel and had full length sleeves to her 
wrists.  "My nipples show through quite clearly," she grumbled.

"And you look good enough to lick," Brenda winked.

"Maybe later," Wynona winked back.  "Now, before I put on this skirt, 
I do have one thing I've wanted to do for a while.  Kim, get your 
camera ready.  I thought this up when I saw Brenda fucking herself 
with a bar of soap in the shower."  Wynona took the capped bottle of 
soda and set it on the pavement between her feet, then bent until she 
was straddled over it.  Pulling the tiny bit of fabric from her g-
string aside, she looked up to be sure Kimberly was filming and 
glanced around to be sure they were still alone in the parking lot.

With the fingers of one hand, she slowly parted her delicate, shaved 
pussy lips.  She held onto the neck of the plastic bottle with the 
other hand as she lowered herself over the cap.  She then played 
around with it at the entrance to her vagina for a dozen or so 
seconds.  "I need to be wetter," she commented and began rubbing her 
clitoral hood.  "Brenda, help me out here?"

Brenda knelt beside Wynona and tenderly ran her fingers through the 
younger woman's hair, then stroked Wynona's cheeks with the backs of 
her hands.  Leaning closer, she gave Wynona a quick kiss on the right 
cheek, then on the left and then on her chin.

"I'm so glad you joined me," Brenda whispered, looking her friend 
deep in the eyes.  "You're so hot and lovely and sexy.  Ride that 
bottle like it's the last cock on Earth."  Then she planted a deep, 
wet kiss on Wynona's lips, which parted to allow Brenda's tongue to 
slide in and feel around her teeth and gums.  A moment later both 
women's tongues were dancing over and around each other, fighting for 
dominance inside first one and then the other mouth and back again.

After two minutes of masturbation and publicly kissing another woman 
(whom she'd really only known for a few weeks), Wynona's pussy was 
hot and wet enough for her to push down and over almost half of the 
length of the bottle.  The bottle was still chilly from being in the 
shop's fridge which caused Wynona to involuntarily suck in a quick 
breath.  She took hold of the bottom of the bottle and began to turn 
and twist it within herself, then to slowly pull it out a few inches 
and back in.

Brenda got behind her friend for support, reaching around under her 
arms and lifting the nylon top to fully reveal Wynona's perky B's.  
She began to tweak and roll Wynona's nipples as the younger woman 
continued to fuck herself with the bottle.

"You're doing great," Brenda whispered just before licking the narrow 
outer curve of Wynona's earlobe from bottom to top.

"Oh god!  This feels so... ungh... damn good!" Wynona cried out 
between clenched teeth.

"You're such a filthy slut," Brenda whispered.  "I knew your shyness 
was just a front.  You're such a tramp.  You like being fucked any 
way any time.  You like showing off your hot little body in public.  
Don't you?"

"Yeah!  Ah oh yeah, oh fucking god yeah!"

Being so close to Wynona's body, Brenda felt the wave of orgasm wash 
through her and it heightened her own lustful need.

"Help me to my feet," Wynona said.  Brenda lifted her from under the 
arms until they were both standing.  "One last thing."  Wynona 
unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle and pressed her thumb over the 
opening.  She then shook it up until all the soda inside was a tan 
foam and the pressure on her thumb was almost too much to hold back.  
"I've never done anything like this," she said, "but I've wanted to 
for a long time."  She positioned the bottle at the opening of her 
spread pussy and pulled her thumb away.  The explosion of diet soda 
foam erupted into the close quarters of her vaginal canal and just as 
quickly began to run out all down her thighs.  She held the bottle in 
place and hopped up and down repeatedly, shouting, "Oh god!  Oh my 
god!  Oh Jesus!"

When the torrent of foam finally subsided, Wynona stood on shaky legs 
and asked for something to dry herself off.  Rajiv, eyes wide and 
mouth agape, reached blindly behind him and produced some of the 
women's previously discarded clothing.  Wynona used it to pat herself 
dry from waist to feet.

"If I ever try to do anything like that again," Wynona said, "slap me 
hard.  That was just too damn weird and oh so cold and messy.  Now 
I'm all sticky."

"How about a taste test?" Rajiv asked, licking his lips.

"Sorry Raj," Kimberly said, "you're on your own.  Let's go ladies, we 
have one last leg of the journey to complete.  Let's not keep your 
audience waiting."

As the women walked back to Brenda's car, Wynona stopping frequently 
to adjust her g-string because she still felt sticky and wet between 
the legs and Brenda going very slow to keep the fanny pack from 
bouncing or swaying away from her otherwise exposed pussy -- and 
totally unable to avoid exposing her bare ass and thighs the whole 
way -- Roger, Kimberly and Ivan all got some great shots of the women 
in compromising positions.

In the alleyway where the two had kissed earlier, Wynona stopped, 
raised her sheer nylon skirt to her waist and pulled her g-string 
down to her knees, then licked her fingers and rubbed vigorously over 
her bald pussy lips in the way that many mothers believe that their 
spit will clean any dirt of a child's face.

"Ooh, let me," Brenda offered, stepping forward and licking her own 
fingers.  She reached down and pressed her hand hard against Wynona's 
pubic mound and rubbed just as hard straight down, spreading her 
fingers to follow the separate paths of her labia.  Brenda then 
returned her own fingers to her mouth and sucked each one in turn.  
"Not bad.  Very tasty."

Wynona pulled the g-string back up and spent a minute arranging the 
insignificantly small bit of fabric over her slit.  She let the skirt 
fall -- more like waft considering how light and thin it was, it 
caught the wind quite readily -- and smoothed it out against her 
thighs.

"I've got an add-on dare for you," Wynona said to Brenda.

"What's that?"

"Untie the back strings of your top.  Leave only the string going 
around the back of your neck and walk the rest of the way back to 
your car with it just hanging there."

Brenda thought about this for a moment.  They were less than one 
block into their three block walk and with her ample bosom free to 
move the small triangles of the bikini top would probably not cover 
anything at all.

"What's in it for me if I do?" she asked.  "I mean, every dare has to 
have its reward."  Brenda reached up and lightly traced the outline 
of Wynona's left breast in her form-fitting, sheer black nylon top.  
She could plainly see Wynona's stiff nipples trying to push through 
the fabric.

Wynona bit her lower lip and swayed side to side.  "It will be a 
secret, just for us when the cameras are gone."

Brenda immediately reached behind her and untied the string of her 
bikini top.  With the tension gone, the front immediately sagged and 
collapsed inward, the triangles of fabric sliding off her nipples and 
into her cleavage.  The two pieces of the back string hung at her 
sides.

"Now let's move," Wynona said, stepping back onto the sidewalk.  
Brenda followed a few steps behind with Kimberly bringing up the 
rear.

Brenda walked with her arms at her sides to hold the strings as much 
in place as possible and keep the top taught to cover her nipples.  
But as they approached the final stationary camera, and after 
checking to be sure the was no one else in the immediate vicinity, 
Brenda raised her arms over her head and danced around three hundred 
sixty degrees, letting her tits hang and bounce freely.

A car horn and catcall coming from the street made her grab her top 
and pull it quickly over her breasts.

They continued on up the street, across in front of the library and 
up to Brenda's car without further incident, other than several other 
cars honking their appreciation at the barely clad, lovely females 
strutting across before them at the stop light.

"Set down a towel or something on the seat before you sit down," 
Brenda told Wynona as they at long last reached the car.

"Well, now that we're here," Kimberly announced, "there is one final 
change of clothing before we go.  Both of you strip completely naked, 
put your clothes in the trunk and then get in the car."

"Don't you ever have to get naked?" Wynona asked her.

"That's not what I'm being paid for, sweet lips."

"Sweet lips, oh cute.  And Rajiv wants to taste test me."

"Well," Brenda said with a shrug as she opened the trunk, "maybe you 
should let him.  I mean, these poor guys film us all day doing sexy 
stuff and they never get to participate.  They just have to stand 
around and watch while we get to cum.  It must be awfully hard for 
them."

"Hey, that's the business they're in," Kimberly smirked.

When the trunk was closed and both women approached the car doors 
totally nude, the sound of another car turning up the street caught 
them by surprise.

"Woo!" called a guy who leaned out of the front passenger window.  
Brenda stood motionless, hands on her own door handle, and watched in 
horror.  The oncoming car seemed to have three or maybe four guys in 
it.  As it whooshed past her, one of the guys on the passenger side 
reached out and slapped her ass, which caused her to jump which 
caused her uncovered breasts to bounce freely.

"Get in, quick!" Kimberly barked.  Brenda opened her door and slid 
quickly into her seat.  Closing her door, she reached across to 
unlock the door for Wynona and Kimberly standing on the sidewalk.

Wynona tried to get in first to minimize her humiliation, but 
Kimberly pulled her back.  "Hold it toots, I can't get in the back if 
you get in the front first."

"Then I'll get in the back," Wynona said hurriedly.  She pulled up on 
the seat, bent and went head first into the back seat.  Kimberly 
shrugged, pushed the front seat back and stepped in.  By now Brenda 
was revving the engine and as soon as Kimberly's door was closed she 
floored the gas.  Her old car squealed and burned rubber as it raced 
away from the curb.

"Stop it or we'll get a ticket!" Wynona shouted from the back seat.  
"And I REALLY don't want a cop stopping us right now, you know?"

At the end of the block, the car with the four guys was stopped 
waiting at the intersection.  All four guys had their heads and arms 
out the windows.  Brenda pulled up behind them and honked her horn.

"Woo!  Hey baby, where do you live?" one of the guys yelled.  Another 
shouted out for the women to follow them for a good time.  Then they 
pulled away from the stop sign and slowly turned onto the cross 
street.  Kimberly said to ignore them and go straight, but to go the 
speed limit this time.

"God, he smacked my ass really hard," Brenda complained, fidgeting in 
her seat.

"Well, they were going about twenty miles an hour at the time.  I'm 
sure he would have been more gentle if he'd had the time," Kimberly 
laughed.

"Yeah, you know how gentle teen boys are," Wynona said sarcastically.  
"Tear your bra off and paw at your boobs like a dog."

"Just go nice and easy," Kimberly continued.  "I'll direct you 
through a couple of side streets to get where we're going and with 
any luck they won't try to follow us.  If they do, we'll have the 
whole crew there to scare them off."

Brenda glanced in the rear view mirror and smiled.  "Gee Wyn, isn't 
this the kind of glamorous life you always dreamed of when you were a 
girl?"


Chapter 38

"So how did the two of you meet?" Kimberly asked as Brenda drove, 
naked, toward the local safe house the studio had rented for their 
use that day.  Kimberly's camera was on, the battery pack and memory 
card having been swapped out moments before with spares she carried 
in her purse.

"You don't know?  I'm kind of surprised you don't know," Brenda 
commented, glancing across at her show's second unit director and 
backup camera operator.  "It was during one of the first days of 
shooting for this show.  Roger -- I think it was Roger, maybe it was 
Ivan -- had me stop at a gas station after I'd lost my panties in a 
bit of an accident with a garage door."  She flushed pink as she 
remembered the embarrassment she'd felt that day and related it to 
how she was feeling this day, driving around totally naked after 
strutting through town in skimpy, sometimes nonexistent, clothes and 
giving a blow job to a stranger.

"We kind of bumped into each other," Wynona finished for her.  "Since 
I'm a writer, I wanted to know what was up with her running around 
like that -- I wanted to get her story, so I asked her to meet me for 
lunch the next day.  I was pretty surprised when she actually showed 
up."

"Hey, I was there first.  You were late," Brenda stated.

Kimberly asked, "So you were at a gas station running around 
bottomless?"

"Not exactly 'running around', but I did have to go inside to pay and 
stand there while I pumped."

"How's your gas looking right now?" Kimberly asked, leaning across to 
read the gauge.

"About a third of a tank," Brenda said without thinking.  Suddenly 
her eyes went wide with comprehension.  "No!  You cannot ask me to do 
that now.  Not when I have nothing at all to wear.  No!"

Kimberly defended her undeclared decision.  "Hey, c'mon now.  You 
were completely naked on a busy street corner with your butt in the 
air an hour ago."

"I'll do it," Wynona said quietly from the back seat.

Brenda shot back at Kimberly, "That was an accident.  If that thin 
strip of denim you called shorts had actually been my size that 
wouldn't have happened."

"Maybe, and that's precisely why they were two sizes too small for 
you.  The whole idea was to get you exposed and you we got some great 
footage from that.  You won't be any less covered at the gas station 
than you were on that corner -- or than you are right now driving 
naked where anyone in a van or truck can look down and see everything 
you've got.  And you ASKED two strange men to feel your breasts in 
the store."

"I'll get the gas," Wynona said, a little louder this time.

"What was that, hon?" Kimberly said, turning her head and her camera 
to view the woman in the back seat.

"I said I'll get out and get the gas.  But I'll need money.  I can't 
give blow jobs as payment all day, nor would I want to.  I'm pretty 
sure the oil companies will insist on money."

"Just be sure to have a good story for why you're totally naked," 
Brenda warned.

"Oh, she can just say it's a promotional stunt for Channel 69," 
Kimberly suggested.  "As employees of the company you'll be covered 
legally for anything we're paying you to do.  It's in your 
contracts."

"That's right," Brenda agreed.  "It was in my contract, anyway."

"No, I have my own ideas.  I am a writer, after all."

Brenda passed two gas stations because they were too crowded.  The 
third one had only one old rust red pickup truck at one pump and an 
entire island free.  She pulled in and stopped on the side most out 
of view from the street, even though it made Wynona's trip to the 
cashier window a bit longer.

"How much to fill it up?" Kimberly asked.

Brenda mulled it over while looking at the extortionist prices posted 
on the sign near the station's driveway.  "About seventeen bucks 
should fill it."

Kimberly dug through her purse and produced a ten and two fives, then 
thought better of it and fished around until she found a second ten 
dollar bill.  She handed both to Wynona and made a point of saying, 
"I expect change back."  She then opened her door and stepped out, 
pulled the seat forward and held her camera's view finder to her eye 
to be sure she had a good angle as Wynona stepped out from the back 
seat in all her milky white naked splendor.

"Do you shave your pussy because it proves your hair isn't naturally 
purple?" she asked with a hint of a laugh.

"No, I find it helps me feel more during sex," Wynona replied, 
standing for a moment by the open door, two tens clutched in her 
right hand.  "Are you going to follow me in?"

"No, that would give it all away, wouldn't it?  I mean, yeah I'd love 
to get that on camera, but you said you don't want to use the promo 
stunt explanation so I don't want to spoil whatever else you have in 
mind."

Wynona nodded, took a deep breath, turned and strode with a stockpile 
of false confidence toward the small building across the oily 
concrete.  She grimaced at the slick feel under her bare feet and 
wished she'd been allowed to keep on her shoes instead of locking 
them in the trunk.  She understood now why Brenda had slipped and 
nearly fallen, allowing Wynona to catch her and help her to her feet, 
that first day they'd met.  Today was her chance to give back to 
Brenda and the studio for the opportunity of a lifetime which had 
opened up to her on that day.  She wanted to prove to herself and 
especially to Brenda that she was just as comfortable and driven as 
her friend.

Wynona arrived at the cashier window to find a sign propped up just 
inside the glass telling her to pay cashier inside.  She stepped to 
her right a few feet and pulled open the door, which wasn't as heavy 
as it looked, and walked inside.

The room was warm and dimly lit, filled with hanging displays of beef 
jerky and candy bars.  Between her and the cashier was another plate 
of glass atop a four foot wood paneled counter, and most of the view 
was blocked by stacks of cartons of cigarettes which were kept behind 
the glass.  A small metal tray set into the top of the counter 
allowed passage of money and goods through the barricade.

Wynona's confidence in her ability to charm the attendant cracked 
slightly as she discovered a middle-aged, graying and heavy-set woman 
standing behind the counter.  Wynona pushed her money into the metal 
tray and took a breath to keep her voice from cracking.  "Seventeen 
on, um... I think it was pump two."

The attendant took the money and counted it.  She rang it up on the 
register and began counting out change, still looking down.  "Where's 
your clothes?" she questioned flatly.  The looking up as she passed 
the three dollars change back through the tray she asked, "and are 
you okay?  Do you need help?"

Wynona tried to play it cool and pretend that absolutely nothing was 
out of the ordinary.  "No no.  Oh, you mean this?  It's nothing.  I'm 
just a, uh, naturist.  We're not allowed to wear clothes on weekends.  
It's a spiritual thing.  But I needed to gas up my car and had no 
choice."

The women behind the counter crossed her arms and laid them on the 
paneled surface.  "Are you serious?  If you need the police just tell 
me; if you're in some kind of trouble."

"No really, it's nothing like that," Wynona laughed.  "I can 
understand you being upset with me like this.  I'll be out of your 
station as soon as I'm gassed up."

"Don't say I didn't offer," the woman said and turned away from the 
window.

Wynona intentionally took her time leaving the building, so as not to 
seem too desperate to get out, and made her way quite calmly and 
leisurely back to Brenda's car.  She heard a series of horn blasts 
from behind her and turned her head to see a car pulling in from the 
street and moving toward the side island of pumps where she was 
headed.  She smiled but continued her leisurely pace.  By the time 
she reached their pump, the other car was pulling to a stop just 
across the island from them.  The horn blasted again.

Wynona took a step back, coming out of hiding from behind the tall 
pump, and saw a man getting out of the other car's driver's side.  
Looking down a bit she saw there was a woman sitting in the passenger 
seat.

The woman rolled down her window and spoke out to Wynona.  "Don't 
mind my husband, he's a pig.  I told him he was rude to be honking at 
you but he just keeps doing it."

"Just letting her know I appreciate the beauty of the female form," 
the man said as she pulled some bills from his wallet and watched 
Wynona with one eye.

"Like I said, he's a pig.  Now what's your story?"

Wynona had unscrewed the gas cap and laid it on the raised slab of 
concrete around the pump and was just putting the nozzle into the 
tank.

"Who me?  No story.  Well, actually I'm a nudist.  My sister, too," 
she said, pointing toward the driver's seat, all that was blocked 
from view by the pump.

"I see," the woman replied.  "But couldn't you get arrested going 
around like that?"

Wynona shrugged, looking away into the distance.  A breeze had picked 
up and caused her hair to flutter up and out behind her.  "I suppose 
I could, but I haven't yet.  Maybe I'm just lucky."  Turning back to 
the woman, and seeing her husband was no longer standing nearby, she 
said to the woman, "you don't seem to mind.  I"m surprised."

"Well I can't say that I approve, but if it's harmless and it makes 
you happy, then I believe you're entitled to it."

"Hm.  If only more people had your sensibility; we wouldn't be 
outcast and made to pursue our freedoms in walled off colonies."

"Well don't ever let them take away your freedom," the woman said.  
Wynona smiled.

When the man returned to pump his gas and carry on pretty much the 
same line of questioning with the nude girl, Wynona was finishing up 
with the gas.  She replaced the nozzle into the pump, bent to 
retrieve the gas cap and replaced that into the gas tank.

Kimberly had remained obscured from view behind the pump and kept her 
camera panning up and down, up and down Wynona's fabulous, naked body 
which she was making no attempts to cover up.  Wynona threw Kimberly 
for a loop, though, by not getting right into the car.  Instead she 
walked to the far end of the island and pulled a window squeegee from 
its pail of murky water.  She sauntered around to Brenda's door and 
stretched out across the windshield, first rubbing the glass with the 
wet sponge, which caused her pert little tits to shake enticingly for 
Brenda's enjoyment and Kimberly's well positioned camera, then 
flipped the squeegee over and used the rubber wiper blade to scrape 
the water and some dirt off the glass.  The size of the windshield 
required her to scrape three times and she had to walk back around to 
the passenger side to finish the job because she could not reach all 
the way across the car from one side.

With the front window done, Wynona returned the squeegee to its pail 
and threw Kimberly for another loop by pulling it out again -- and 
mind you since the pail was about three feet past the pump Wynona was 
standing out in the open while doing this -- and walked to the back 
of Brenda's car to wash and wipe the rear window.

The man still pumping gas across the island said, "I sure as shit 
know that your sign is Dangerous Curves."  He laughed and Wynona 
laughed with him.  She'd heard that line before, but never in 
connection with her.  It felt good -- empowering -- to be the one in 
control this time and to be getting one hundred percent of the 
attention.

Brenda, Wynona noticed through the rear window as it was coming 
clean, was busy applying makeup in front of a mirror on the inside of 
her sun visor.

She liked the people in the other car so decided not to go stand 
there showing off for the husband.  Instead, after returning the 
squeegee to its bucket for real, Wynona strode back to the passenger 
door and went head first into the back seat, followed by Kimberly 
with her camera still shooting.


Chapter 39

On returning home from their day of parading around in next to 
nothing and sometimes quite literally nothing, Brenda saw that the 
mail had come.  As she was still completely naked, both her and 
Wynona's clothes being locked up in the trunk of the car, Brenda 
pulled up to the curb on the wrong side of her street and reached 
through the window to pulled the mail from the box.  She then turned 
into the drive way and into the garage, where she pushed the remote 
to lower the garage door before getting out.  Once in the safety and 
comfort of her own home, Brenda saw there was a letter from Arnold 
Griffith, the Channel 69 studio owner.

"You mind if I go up and shower?" Wynona asked.

"No, no go right ahead," Brenda said while tearing open the envelope.

"I suppose you'll want to come up and film me?" Wynona said snidely 
to Kimberly.

"Nah, we've had enough fun for one day with you two.  I should be 
getting back to the studio to download my video to the editor."  
Kimberly went out the front door as Wynona went up the steps to the 
master bathroom.

Brenda sat down heavily in one of the wooden kitchen chairs.  She was 
hot and sweaty and tired and still somewhat turned on from the day's 
experiences.

"Are you coming?" Wynona called down from the top of the stairs.

Brenda shouted up, "You go on ahead.  I"m too tired right now."  She 
removed and unfolded the paper from inside the envelope.  What she 
read were Mr. Griffith's plans and recommendations for the next phase 
in the show's progress.  Based on viewer feedback and write-in dares, 
once a week Brenda would have to perform one dare chosen at random 
from a bin they were setting up in the studio.  She would also have 
to spin the Wheel o' Cum which lists various things to be done with 
semen and then do that thing on camera at some time during the week.

Arnold wanted Brenda and Wynona both in his office on Monday morning 
for the first drawing and spin of the wheel.  He also wanted Brenda's 
sign-off on the random selections to be sure they were both sexy 
enough but within the bounds of what she was under contract to do.

After thinking of all the silly things she might be asked to do, 
Brenda stood and pulled herself up the flight of stairs.  She had 
heard the shower stop some time ago but Wynona had not come down.

Brenda stepped gingerly into the door of her bedroom.  Since she and 
Jim lived alone, there had never been a need for an actual door into 
their bedroom, so she was able to pad soundlessly over the thick 
carpet.  She heard a faint moan or maybe a whimper coming from the 
area of her new four post king size canopy bed which the studio had 
bought for her on the condition that she do some shots for the show 
on or in that bed.

The gauzy blue veil was pulled around the bed and all the lights were 
off, so she could only just make out a vague form in the bed by the 
afternoon light seeping in through the window curtains.

Brenda moved very slowly, walking just on the balls of her feet as 
she moved gracefully across the room to get a better view from the 
other side of the bed where the light would be behind her.  As she 
passed the foot of the bed she heard another moan and another sound 
which could only be described as 'wet'.

Getting the light behind her, Brenda peered through the lacy veil and 
could now see Wynona, foxy little tart that she was, engaged in some 
serious self-loving.  Lying in the middle of the bed with both big 
fluffy pillows to either side of her head, the twenty-four year old 
vixen was completely naked with one hand raised to her face, index 
finger across the width of her mouth apparently to stifle her moans, 
and the other hand rubbing in broad circles around her clitoris.  
Wynona's legs were bent outward, displaying her full shaved mound to 
the world as her hand worked steadily and with practiced ease.  The 
sound of wetness came again to Brenda's ears and she realized 
Wynona's slit must be sopping wet.  After getting a blow job from 
Brenda, Jim would sometimes take his cock in his own hand and jerk 
off onto her face and the sound of his hand over his saliva slick 
dick made a similar sound.

Brenda stood transfixed as she watched her relatively new but already 
very intimate friend get off in her bed.  Brenda wondered whether 
Wynona was thinking about her, about Jim or just about their exploits 
earlier in the day.

For many minutes the scene played out just like that, and as Wynona's 
excitement rose her hips began to rise up to meet her hand and she 
had to force herself back onto the bed.  By the end of about three 
minutes she was arching her back high off the bed and rubbing her 
pussy faster and more furiously.  The wetness was becoming apparent 
to Brenda as it ran down Wynona's clenched thighs, into the crack of 
her ass and ultimately into Brenda and Jim's bed spread.  The smell 
of her arousal was also becoming quite clear to Brenda, and her own 
heat was beginning to rise in response.  But she dared not move or 
make a sound.  The scene before her, a scene she herself had made for 
the camera on the day she'd first met Wynona, was too terrific and 
primal.  Wynona was a woman truly possessed by sexual need and Brenda 
could not bring herself to end it by startling her.

Ultimately Brenda didn't have to startle her, because both women were 
suddenly scared out of their skin by the sound of a man's voice in 
the doorway.

"Hello love, what's this?"

It was Jim Young, home from wherever it was he'd been all day (Brenda 
hadn't even thought about why the house was empty when she'd gotten 
home).  Jim moved quickly to the bed and pulled the veil open.

"Mind if I join y-- you're not Brenda!  What the fuck?!"

Wynona lay motionless, her eyes wide as serving platters, with a 
stream of female ejaculation running down the crack of her ass and 
spreading out over the bed covers.

Jim looked around the room in equal surprise, eventually seeing 
Brenda hiding in the shadows of the corner.

Brenda stepped forward, deciding to take the hard approach with Jim.  
"So you wanted to join her in bed?  Well go on.  This is your big 
chance."

"No no, it's not like that.  I thought-- I didn't know-- what's she 
doing in our bed?"

"No, it's alright.  I know you've had your eyes on her for a while.  
Just go ahead and help her finish what she's started.  I'll be in the 
other room when you two are done."

"Brenda, no.  Come here.  This isn't what it looks like.  I thought 
she was you.  I couldn't see who it was.  I never thought--"

"It's only fair to Wynona to help get her off.  She's been trying so 
hard but she needs a man inside her," Brenda said, brushing Jim's 
hands away and stepping out into the hall.  "If you want to be with 
her, this is your chance.  I won't give you another.  You have my 
complete consent this one time."  With that she rushed down the 
stairs, fearing that Jim would give in and give that little slut 
Wynona the ride of her life.  She began to seethe at the tramp making 
herself cum in Brenda's bed and laying there all exposed for Jim.  
And Jim with an obvious hard-on standing there staring down at her.

As she stood staring out the side window of the kitchen, Brenda felt 
a pair of masculine arms wrap themselves around her slim belly.  A 
moment later Jim's lips were on the back of her neck, which always 
got her crazy with lust.  He pulled her hair aside to kiss across the 
back of her neck and around the side, then up the back curve of her 
jaw to her ear where he began to nibble her earlobe.

"You know you're the only woman for me," he whispered in hot, heavy 
breaths.  Brenda reached down to take his hands in hers and lift them 
to her breasts, which he squeeze tenderly before the uncovered 
window.  "The guy next door is watching us."

Brenda's eyes shot open.  The guy next door, the nice middle aged man 
whose wife had died in the past few years, had been the one who 
helped her in through this same window on the day she'd been locked 
out while wearing nothing but a skimpy white frock.  In the past 
months that she'd been taking more dares and becoming more 
comfortable with lying out nude in the back yard, she had thought 
she'd caught glimpses of him from time to time through one of his 
windows.  She looked upward now to see him clearly standing in his 
upstairs window watching as Jim fondled Brenda's breasts and her 
furry brown pussy was completely exposed.

Brenda turned in Jim's arms and faced him.  "Let's go upstairs and 
fuck," she said before kissing him on the lips.  He briefly wondered 
why her lips tasted a little salty but guessed it was just her sweat 
from whatever she had been doing that day.

"What about your friend?  Shouldn't you help her get off?"

"Would you like to see me eat her out?" Brenda asked.

"We agreed years ago you wouldn't ask questions that have no right 
answer," Jim said with a wry smile.  "No 'would you remarry if I 
died' and no 'would you have sex with another woman if I asked you 
to'."

"But I'm quite serious.  And I'm not asking you to have sex with her, 
I'm asking you to have sex with me while I have sex with her."  
Brenda grinned, biting her lower lip and dancing a little side to 
side while still holding Jim's hands.

"I'm not sleeping on the sofa tonight," Jim said.  "If this is really 
what you want, then I'll go along with it."

Brenda broke from his grasp and bounded up the stairs, taking two at 
a time.  "Wynona!  Wynona dear, we have a proposition for you."

When Brenda reached the doorway to their bedroom, she found Wynona 
combing her hair.  She had put on the clothes she'd come in that 
morning and looked ready to leave.

"Wyn?  You don't have to go.  We'd like you to stay."

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have been doing that.  I am SO sorry, 
Brenda.  I mean, I ruined the sanctity of your bed."

"Oh nonsense."

"And I don't want to make any trouble with you and Jim.  I know how 
much you love him."  Wynona cupped the side of Brenda's face in one 
hand.  "Just so you know, it wasn't him I was thinking of."  With 
that Wynona stepped out around Brenda and passed Jim coming up the 
stairs.

"Wynona, are you not staying for dinner?"

"No, I'm sorry.  Really, I'm sorry.  I don't know what came over me.  
I think I should leave."

"But we'd love to have you stay," Jim protested.

"Another time," Wynona said, choking down some emotions threatening 
to boil to the surface.  "You're wonderful people.  I just hope I 
haven't ruined our friendship."

"Not at all," Jim said, taking the hint and toning down his 
enthusiasm.  He walked Wynona to the door where he reassured her 
there was nothing to be sorry for.  "I'm the one who should be 
sorry," he said.  "I walked in on you unannounced.  I should have 
been more careful.  We'd still love to have you over for dinner 
sometime."

END OF PART 11
You can read more of Sir Render's original adult stories at 
http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/

NOTE:  As of November 2006 I am working on new chapters to add to 
"What Some People Will Do".  I am looking for new ideas and 
directions for the story and have put a feedback form on my website 
if you would like to make suggestions.  Thank you!  Sir Render

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