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Chapter 3

"Come on, Silke," Anne called out as she skipped down the stairs into her Mend's apartment. "We're going shopping."

After last night's delicious bout of female love making, the two girls, as if by unspoken agreement, had each retired to their own bedrooms. Silke, still • half-dreaming of Anne's eager attentions, was taking the opportunity of lying in bed late. She had no morning classes that day and, what the hell, it was the last week of term.

"O.K.," she said sleepily. "There's nothing I want to get but I'll go downtown with you."

"We're both going shopping," Anne said firmly, from the bottom of the stairs. "We'll drive over to Campbellville; we can get everything we want there."

Silke stuck her head around the bedroom door.

"What are you talking about?"

"This," said Anne, displaying a sheet of paper with a long shopping list on it. "I've got it all worked out. This is everything we need."

"Need for what?" Silke was genuinely puzzled. "For our private party on Saturday night?"

"Nope," said Anne. She looked somewhat disappointed. "It's what we discussed yesterday. You remember, the plan. Well, I've worked everything out and what we'll need I've broken down into this shopping list."

"Let me see that." Silke reached out for the paper. "You mean what we planned for John Martin?"

She looked down the list. "You do mean that! You're not joking?"

"Serious," said Anne. "I'm absolutely serious. I've got the whole thing figured out, you'll see."

On the drive over to Campbellville she told Silke the entire plan, detail by detail. Silke doubled over laughing but by the time Anne pulled in to the Westdale Shopping Mall she was one- hundred percent behind her friend's scheme.

"We can start here," said Anne as they walked across the car park. "First we'll visit the pet shop. Then we'll look for Eve's Garden… it's listed in the Yellow Pages. Oh yes, we mustn't forget to pick up the magazines."

Silke was still beaming with joy at Anne's outrageous proposal as they pushed through the revolving-door entrance to the mall. This is going to be fun, she thought What a way to start the summer break! Once inside, away from the warm glare of the parking lot, Anne slipped into the cardigan that she'd been carrying draped around her shoulders. She removed her sunglasses and tucked them into her bag; after a moment's pause, she fished them out again.

"Better leave these on, I suppose," she grinned at her own suggestion of a disguise.

Silke hesitated: "What's first, the pet shop? That's it over there."

"No second thoughts?" Anne queried her as she reached out with a restraining hand on her friend's arm.

"No way," Silke looked her right in the eye.

"Come on, let's go."

Silke led the way as the two girls marched into the pet store. Anne picked out the longest training leash she could find. "Is this the best one you have?"

"That's it, miss."

"That collar doesn't look too comfortable."

"Oh, I don't think the dog will mind."

"Do you have any others?"

The shop assistant produced a large cardboard box full of assorted collars. Silke immediately chose a wide studded collar that was lined with a much softer leather.

"I'll take this leash and that collar," Anne continued, "and do you have a restraining chain?"

"How long do you need?"

Anne looked at Silke and pursed her lips. After a moment's thought: "About twelve feet will do."

"O.K. I think. I've got one that short. Must be a small yard."

"Yes, that's it, it's a small yard." As the man turned to pick out the chain, Anne took the opportunity to give Silke a broad wink.

Once they got outside with their package, Silke told Anne: "You should have seen the leer on his face when you were signing the charge slip."

"Probably thought we were training a German shepherd to service us."

"Where do you get such ideas, Anne?" Silke said with mock innocence. -

"You're a pretty good teacher to start with! Look, there's a magazine rack in that cigar store."

"Why don't we get them afterwards? We don't want to carry them all around that Eve's shop."

The plaza walkway made an L-turn and the girls spotted Eve's Garden just down on the left. The backlit sign displayed a picture of the biblical Eve reclining on one side, with the snake wrapped sinuously around her body, thus concealing certain vital areas. Eve was just about to take a bit of a large red apple.

"This feels so strange, said Anne. "Going into a sex shop before lunch is like having hard liquor in the morning."

"If you can't do this, then you certainly won't go through with the rest of the plan," Silke said quite matter-of-factly.

"You're right, of course," said Anne, walking forward without any more hesitation.

The girls needn't have worried for they weren't the only ones in there. A young couple were strolling around giggling at each new novelty with a rather forced gaiety. Two young men, probably on their coffee break from other shops in the mall, were thumbing through the home movies bin. One of them nudged the other and handed over an illustrated film package. The second fellow raised his eyebrows in evident disbelief at the succulent menu which was promised the viewer. One girl was browsing around with an air of detached amusement. Probably picking out something to surprise her husband with, thought Anne. Well, good for her; there's probably far too few women who take the initiative. Anne almost pulled -out the shopping list and then thought better of it. She reached out to a glass shelf and took down two plastic jars of Fun Jell, "sensual lubricant," it claimed. Silke nodded in agreement.

Anne then picked up a vibrator, about nine Inches long, with a fitting sleeve that was a perfect plasticized replica of a man's cock. There was an empty cardboard package beside it. She held it up sideways for Silke to read: Vibra-Dong, it said. Again Silke nodded. The German girl had moved slightly ahead and already discovered a rack of dildos with straps attached. She selected one and added it to their haul.

It was then that they came upon the section of "Erotic Lingerie and Lounging Wear." Silke chose lace-trimmed panties and a half-cup bra in a soft, slinky fabric. Basic black is always best, she thought. Now it was Anne's turn to nod in agreement. She chuckled underneath her breath as she selected a pair of sheerest nylon briefs with a delicately ruffled garter belt to match. Anne settled for white and pink bows and trimmings. They were about to turn and walk back to the check-out desk when Anne spotted something which took her immediate fancy, a pair of the tightest fitting crotchless panties in a fiery red.

"I must have these," she said. There was an ad on the wall that caught their eye. It read: Enquire about our special values in Mirraplast, the flexible mirrored material which reflects your true sexuality. Anne bumped the palm of her hand against her forehead: "I'd completely forgotten… "

"What's that?" asked Silke.

"Well, a couple of years' ago… " Anne paused, "… no, I've got a better idea, I'll show you when we get home."

She walked quickly to the cash register. The girl behind the counter served them with the neutral aggression of professional courtesy.

Once, they were outside the store, Silke asked: "So what's the new idea you're so excited about?"

"Nothing," Anne said, shaking her head to indicate she wanted to drop the subject. She was obviously bubbling with fresh excitement. "I'll tell you all about it when we get back; better still, I'll show it to you. Let's not discuss it now."

The two girls' were almost back at the main exit when Silke remembered. "The magazines! We've forgotten to get the magazines."

Silke went back on her own and picked out six of the raunchiest men's magazines she could find tucked at the very back of the display rack. Two of them were in white plastic shrink wrapping. Must be something- in there we have to be protected against, she thought with mild amusement. The man at the cash register smiled back at her. "They're for my boyfriend… he's in the hospital," she blurted out.

"The pictures in these will give him a relapse," the man replied. Silke paid his and hurried back to where Anne was waiting.

"It must rub off or something," she said to her friend. "I seemed to be almost as embarrassed as you were outside Eve's."

"Embarrassed?" replied Anne, then added honestly, "perhaps I was for a moment. But once you've taken the plunge, it's all rather fun. Let's go home."

"O.K. What about the extra food, though?"

"We can stop at the supermarket on the way back and pick up everything at once." The two girls stepped out into the bright glare of the parking lot, joking together as they walked back to their car.

They were still chuckling over their own daring nearly two hours later as they dumped their hoard of shopping bags on the kitchen table.

"Mmm, I love American cheeseburgers," declared Silke, passing judgment on their lunch. "You ready for another cup of coffee?"

"Sure. You stick the kettle on while I go out to the workshop."

Anne rummaged around the work shed which adjoined the rear of the garage and returned holding up two very strong hooks and an electric drill like so many prizes. "Just what we wanted. I tell you the Westons are equipped for every contingency."

"I somehow doubt your father had quite this in mind," Silke said as she poured the coffee. "Now what was this bright idea which suddenly dawned on you?' Anne put the hooks and the drill on the counter and fished out the large screwdriver she'd tucked in her pocket. "Leave those coffees to cool down and follow me… on second thought, we may as well take these other tools down with us now."

Silke followed Anne downstairs and dumped the things on her coffee table. She obeyed Anne's beckoning finger which summoned her into the bedroom. Anne stood by the dividing wall that separated the bedroom from the lounge. She put her fingers under the heavy gilt frame of the oil painting which decorated the center of the wall.

"One indifferent landscape of the Grand Tetons," Anne announced as she shook at it with her fingers.

The picture remained where it was. "Not hung by a wire in the usual fashion but, rather, screwed to the wall by mounting brackets."

Anne paused in the lecture she was giving in a fake schoolmarm tone. She added in her natural voice: "Here, give me a hand. I can't budge it."

Silke gripped the screwdriver tightly and soon had the two bottom brackets undone.

"You do the rest," she panted.

"O.K., there's only one on top," said Anne. "You hold onto the frame."

She quickly managed to twist the top screw loose; and took over supporting the gilt frame from Silke. "Now, I want you to step back into the middle of the room."

Silke followed the instruction.

"And now… da, da, dum," Anne sang out as she lowered the painting away from the wall.

"A window," gasped Silke. "A one-way window!"

"A one-way mirror," Anne corrected her.

Silke ran out to her living room.

"It is a mirror," she exclaimed, looking at her reflection in the glass inset in the wall above the couch. She ducked back into the bedroom: "And it's a window!"

Anne's eyes gleamed with satisfaction: "This makes it even better."

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"Honestly, I'd completely forgotten," said Anne.

"It only just came back to me."

"Why on earth would your father put that there?" Silke asked with raised eyebrows, as she moved back into the lounge to check on the mirror again.

"It wasn't him, silly," Anne exclaimed. "It was Larry, my brother, who did all the finishing off down here."

"Still, why would Larry put it in?"

I wondered about that at the time. You see I peeked in here when Larry still declared it ‘off-limits' to the rest of the family… he wanted to surprise Mom and Dad with the job all finished. Anyway, I saw this mirror then, and it wasn't until a couple of months later that I heard he'd taken a bet with the rest of the band that he could get inside Mary Jane Moore's pants… "

"Who's she?" Silke called out.

"Oh, she was the dashiest of the cheerleaders… "

"And so he could prove that he wasn't lying, he set this up while he was finishing off the basement?"

"I guess so. I wonder how many fellows were in the audience," said Anne, then changed the subject: "Personally I think he did a great job down here with all this soundproofing, connecting walls, and… "

"and one-way mirrors," Silke finished. She picked up the electric drill.

"Put down that machine at once," came the disembodied order from Anne.

Silke dropped it and looked up with wide staring eyes at the mirror.

"And don't look so surprised."

Silke poked out her tongue at her own reflection.

"It's no good poking your tongue out at me," said Anne.

"Terrific, it works… It really works," Silke said joyfully. "Come on out here-I want to watch."

The two girls traded places and Silke stood behind the mirror-window. From the other room Anne blew her a kiss.

"Thank you," Silke sang out.

"You're welcome," said Anne. "But I can't see if you returned it."

"Take my word for it."

Anne crossed over to the record-player and put on the first album she laid hands on, a collection of Beach Boys golden oldies. She danced round the room.

"Am I in sight all, the time?" she enquired.

"Pretty well," replied Silke.

Anne ran forward and dived down onto the couch.

"Now you've vanished!" Silke called out.

Anne's face suddenly appeared right in front of the mirror as she jumped up from the chesterfield.

Her lips splayed on the glass as she kissed her own reflection. Then, without warning she crossed her eyes and Silke collapsed laughing.

Anne pushed herself away from the wall and rejoined her friend in the bedroom. "Let's get those hooks firmly in place."

She selected the most appropriate spot and scratched it with the drill bit. As she was sinking the holes, Anne and Silke discussed all the new possibilities that the discovery of the one-way mirror opened up. This was going to be much more fun than the original plan.

Anne pulled her weight against the first hook. It was solid as a rock. She slipped the end of the chain on it and closed it tight with a pair of pliers.

"That's secure enough," she said, and proceeded to drill, the second hole directly above the head of Silke's bed. Silke went upstairs and returned with the plastic shopping bag from Eve's Garden. She removed the crotchless panties.

"Oo, la la," she exclaimed as she spread them across the front of her jeans. "Very appealing."

She tossed them onto the foot of the bed and pulled out the dildo and the vibrator. Silke stood them up on the dressing table. She pensively fingered the plastic flesh which sheathed the vibrator. "You know, I don't think this is very much bigger than Greg's."

Although the two girls had swapped some pretty intimate details, this was the first time either of them had commented directly on their boyfriends' measurements. Anne instinctively felt that she ought to offer a similar confidence. "It's longer than Bill's. And anyway, his kind of bends to the left. Of course, I couldn't be sure of the comparison until I tried swallowing that beautiful machine."

They both laughed.

"It is beautiful, isn't it?" Silke commented, as she traced a pattern on the shaft with her fingernail. "Still, it'll never replace the real thing."

"Oh, I don't know," said Anne. "It does have one very real advantage."

"What's that?"

"It'll never go limp," answered Anne with a throaty chuckle. "There. That fixes the chain in."

She slipped the leash around it and now gave a good tug. It was absolutely right for the purpose.

Silke placed the other delectable lingerie in the top drawer of her dressing table. All that was left were the magazines she'd bought at the cigar store.

"How do they look?" Anne asked.

"Very suitable," Silke said as she held up a double-page spread of a black man with his face burrowing into some blond chick's pussy. "Here, I've got some thumb tacks. We can stick them up on that cork walling all alongside the bed."

"I think my brother had some posters down here too."

"They're in the top of the cupboard," said Silke.

"I've never even taken them down to look."

Anne fetched out the posters while Silke bent back the staples and disassembled the first magazine.

"No wonder they call it Pretty Maids," said Silke as she held up a picture for Anne's inspection.

It showed a striking brunette, with shoulder length hair not unlike Anne's, sitting out on a sunny balcony, dressed only in a torn pair of denim cut-offs. She obviously had nothing else on for as she was sitting with her legs drawn up the crotch of her ragged pants clung to every outline of her pussy. She had a long banana stuffed into her mouth and she was gazing with lascivious eyes straight into the camera.

"Great," said Anne. "What a good idea! We'll leave a bowl of fruit down here… with some yummy bananas in it."

"Your imagination is very fertile, young lady," said Silke. "But you're right, it's a super idea."

They pinned up the first picture.

"Look at this," exclaimed Silke. "Indulge your every whim, it says."

It was an advertisement for a New York mail order firm. An inset picture showed a one-piece pair of nylons with a gaping hole to reveal all of their wearer's charms.

"I've got some just like that," Silke said with a smile.

"Why don't you model them for me," Anne invited saucily. "Put on a little fashion show just for one."

"I might just do that later," Silke responded, adding, "but only if you're very, very good."

"Lucky girl," said Anne, pointing at another picture. A honey blond was kneeling before her man. She had just slipped his black hipster briefs down a fraction to reveal seven stiff inches of uncircumcised pleasure. The next photo was a close-up of her eager smile as, in the foreground, she peeled back the skin from his knob. In the next shot, she was bending forward over the back of an armchair. The girl was reaching back to spread her cheeks as the fellow stood behind her with his rampant cock glistening slickly with oil. The final picture in the layout showed the guy buried deep within her and throwing his head back as if with a groan of pleasure.

Anne gave a little shudder: "Lucky girl indeed I can almost feel it."

"It doesn't much look like they're faking it, does it?"

"Look at the smile on that girl's face. That's for real. She's getting the ass screwed off her right in front of the camera."

They put up some more of the photos. Silke undid the second glossy magazine and cut out some more pictures to join the array pinned up on the cork wall.

"How's that look?" she asked.

There was no reply from Anne. She was lying front down on the bed, her chin propped up in both hands, as she stared at the picture layout in front of her. Silke sat down beside her to examine what her friend was so absorbed in.

It was a three-way tumble between a big black stud, a white jock-type, and a redhead. Well, at least the hair on her head was a rich auburn. One picture showed her sitting, with legs spread wide open, in a leather lounging chair. The white guy was on his knees, gobbling at her cunt, while the black dude half-knelt on the arm of the chair as the girl took just the tip of his cock in her mouth.

In the next shot, she wearing a shiny black slip which contrasted enticingly with her creamy skin, and this time the two guys were standing on either side of the chair while she grasped both their cocks.

"Whew, how would you decide?" Anne commented as she turned the page.

Now the girl was naked again but she was kneeling astride the big black guy as he lay back in the chair. She had her back to him as she swallowed the other fellow who stood in front of them both. Her lips were stretched tight as she gulped down as much of his distended cock as she could.

The final picture was of the same setup but in this one the black model was holding her by the shoulders and bucking his hips forward as he shot his load into her. She was holding the jock just a few inches from her face as he hosed thick globs of spunk over her lips, her cheeks and even into the hair which framed her totally satisfied face.

"Wow," gasped Anne as she threw the magazine spinning onto the floor. "That's enough to make anyone horny."

Silke already had her hand resting on Anne's pert ass, and now she slipped it under the hem of the cotton dress and rested it lightly on the crack between her thighs. Anne said nothing but lay flat out on the bed. She moved her legs apart to facilitate Silke's stroking action.

"My, my, you are wet," Silke told her, as she hooked her fingers inside Anne's pants.

"Well, that was enough to make anyone's juices flow."

Sue buried her finger in Anne's cunt. She moved it rapidly for a few moments as Anne ground her weight back onto Silke's hand. Then she withdrew her finger and held it up as if for inspection. It glistened with Anne's honeyed flow.

Very deliberately Silke opened her mouth and inserted the finger, licking it off.

"Mm," she said, "very juicy!"

Anne watched her friend feasting on her pussy dew. Suddenly she sat up and knocked Silke back on the bed.

"Let's see how you're feeling," she cried out in fun. "I'll just bet your cunny's running over."

She tugged Silke's jeans off and her underpants went with them. Silke sat in a reclining position, propped up by two pillows, as Anne dived down for her snatch. Anne didn't miss a stroke of her fervent licking as Sue reached over her and tugged her dress up. She sat up and shrugged it off and then immediately resumed her feast.

Silke bumped her hips to the rhythm of Anne's insistent tongue. Anne is such an eager learner, she thought, this is going to be the best summer ever… the daydream disintegrated into an explosion of colored lights as the orgasm gripped her whole body and mind.

She didn't even hear herself cry out in joyous ecstasy for the next thing she was aware of was Anne's open mouth pressing against her lips. She sucked greedily at her tongue, the pressure tugging it into her mouth. It was quite a few moments before she recovered her senses. Anne was nuzzling her neck.

"That," she declared, "deserves very special repayment"

"Promises, promises," murmured Anne.

"You'll see," Silke assured her. She gently set her friend to one side as she got up from the bed. She stumbled slightly on her way to the dressing table.

"My God, I feel quite wobbly after that."

She looked over her shoulder at Anne. The American girl was now lying there completely undressed. Her legs were open and with two fingers of her left hand she spread her cunt open, while with the right hand she manipulated her stiffening clit. The two girls looked at each other with frank admiration.

"You have…" they both began together before bursting out laughing.

"I was going to say… you have a gorgeous body, Anne."

"Thank you. I was going to tell you the same thing," replied Anne, then added quite shamelessly, "I love exploring it."

Silke fetched out the dildo and a jar of sweet jelly. She delicately rubbed it along the length of the dildo's shaft. As Silke strapped it on, she ordered: "I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed, Anne. Bend right over."

Anne eagerly took up the position. Her elbows rested on the bed cover while her hips thrust into the air. Silke approached her from behind. Her fingers were still slick with the jell, which she rubbed lightly into the furred crevice Anne presented.

"You're going to like this, Anne. I think you're going to like this very much."

Anne groaned with tingling anticipation. "Oh, give it to me, Silke. I want it all. Now."