Brandi Whyne Chapter 4 Read online

  “Hello, I’m Brandi Whyne.”

  She shyly shook my offered hand.

  “John Thomas has told me so much about you.” I smiled.

  She blushed and looked away. “Yeah, right.”

  “He has. He dreams about you every night while aboard the Parsnip.”

  She scrunched up her face and hobbled over to hide behind her cluttered desk. “How do you know what he dreams about?”

  Now it was my turn to blush. I couldn’t come out and say, “Because I’ve slept with him and he whispers your name in his sleep,” now could I?

  “He’s a fellow pilot and we’re friends. We often eat dinner together. He’s very shy, but he’d like to get to know you better. How about you?”

  “How about I, what?” She sank her nose into a stack of forms and began scribbling. I leaned a hand on the front of the desk and tried to catch her attention.

  “How do you feel about John Thomas? Isn’t he the cutest giant you’ve ever seen?”

  “He’s the only giant I’ve ever seen.”

  “Good, good. He thinks you’re very beautiful. How about going out on a casual dinner date with him tonight?”

  Peri’s small eyes widened. Her jaw dropped open. “Me? Go on a d-d-d-date?”

  I sucked in a breath. This was going to be much harder than I expected. Shy, sensitive John Thomas and a stuttering, scared-of-her-own-shadow, mouse of a woman, sitting down together and attempting to carry on a conversation... The relationship was doomed already.

  “How about a little ‘dinner party’ instead?” I suggested “At Robin’s place? Say, around sevenish?”

  “I… I don’t know.” She put down the papers and hung her head low. “I wouldn’t know what to wear, how to act. I’m… hopeless when it comes to dealing with people.”

  Robin should receive the galaxy’s biggest philanthropic prize for hiring Peri Poundstone for his PR specialist. I sighed. There was only one thing left for me to do.

  “Don’t worry about a thing. Can you come over early—say around three this afternoon? I have a few things in my closet that might fit you. And I’ll give you some pointers on how to make small talk.”

  I came around the desk and gave her shoulders a squeeze of encouragement. “Come on! What do you say?”

  She peered at me over the top of her glasses and smiled bashfully. “All right. I’ll come. Just as long as you’re there, Brandi.”

  * * * *

  I informed Robin of our company for dinner. Strangely enough, he seemed quite pleased with my plans and promised to bring home something from the commissary we were all sure to enjoy.

  At three o’clock Peri stepped off the glass elevator and into New Sherwood Forest.

  “Hello again.” I did my best to put Peri at ease. We sat together in the conversation pit where I had laid out some outfits I thought might accentuate her figure and coloring in order to bring out her natural beauty. “Do you like anything you see here?”

  She shook her head. “Not really. They’re all too… too revealing. But I like what you’re wearing, very much so.”

  I coughed to cover my surprise. I was wearing what pretty much had become my standard outfit, an emerald green, silk poet’s style shirt cinched at the waist with one of Robin’s leather belts and my trademark thigh-high black boots. A hint of my lace panties was visible underneath, and the plunging, open neckline framed my cleavage to its best advantage.

  “Thanks. I thought you didn’t care for ‘revealing’ outfits?”

  “Not on my ugly body. But on yours…” She sighed long and loud. “On yours, anything would look divine.”

  I blushed. Was Peri coming on to me? Perhaps she wasn’t that interested in John Thomas after all?

  “Do you like John Thomas?” I asked point blank. This dinner party would be a total bust if she didn’t. It would only hurt his feelings if she preferred women instead of men. I breathed a sigh of relief as she shook her head ‘yes’.

  “But how can I compete besides someone as sexy as you?” she cried. “I can’t compete with anybody. No one cares for a person afraid to even make a quick appearance at an orgy. I’m a square peg and everyone else is a round hole. I don’t fit in.”

  If she has a square hole she and Little John may fit together just fine. I shook the thought from my mind and focused my concentration on the task at hand—making Peri feel better about herself. It was time for me to play ship’s counselor again.

  I jumped to my feet. “All right, stand up and clothes off. It’s time to start the makeover. I’ll run the bubble bath.”

  Peri complied with my request in record time. Shed of the ugly dress and glasses, I immediately observed what John Thomas saw in her. She was a bit on the thin side, but she possessed a well-proportioned figure with round, pert breasts and a nicely curved hipline. Helping her to put her hair up, I noticed the graceful curve of her long neck. Beneath the shyness and awful taste in clothes, stood a beauty without pretension. The only thing she lacked was self-confidence.

  “Into the bath with you. I hope you like wild violets. We seem to have a ton of purple bath salts around here.”

  She licked her lips slowly and looked at me. “Won’t you join me? This tub is big enough for the both of us. In fact, it’s big enough for about eight.”

  My breath caught. I had thought of taking a dip in the tub before our dinner guests arrived. Should I bathe with Peri?

  “Why not?” I smiled. I unbuckled my belt and kicked off my boots. Peri generously helped me slip out of my shirt-dress and undid my bra. She stepped back and watched with fascination as I pinned up my reddish-brown mop of hair and stepped out of my panties.

  “Beautiful,” she said, sighing. I took her hand and we stepped into the tub together.

  The heady scent of flowers and the warm, silken waters relaxed away the inhibitions and stresses of the day. Peri eagerly scrubbed my back. I did the same for her. We playfully splashed each other until tendrils of our hair hung wet and limp against our glowing skin. I gasped at how ravishing she suddenly seemed.

  “Let me wash your hair for you.” I grabbed the shampoo from the tub’s edge then gently leaned her back into my arms, massaging her scalp with the sudsy liquid then pouring water over her head to rinse.

  “Hmm… That feels good.” She sighed and rested her sweet-smelling locks against my shoulders. Without thinking, my hands wrapped about her form, caressing and stroking her breasts and nipples until they stood tall and firm. She moaned and reached backward to squeeze my bottom.

  “Don’t stop there,” she commanded me, her nervous stutter a thing of the past. “I feel pretty for once. Make me feel prettier.”

  Entranced in the spell of fragrant bubbles and the intoxicating woman cradled in my arms I complied. I continued caressing her breasts, arms and stomach. Slowly I slide a finger down the flat plane of her abdomen until it rested on her clit. She arched her hips and brought the sensitive nub closer to my touch. Gently I kissed her neck and shoulders as I stroked her mound and fondled her pointed peaks. Soon she bucked and trembled, crying out my name as she came and came again.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered in her ear as she lay replete in my arms. “Never doubt it for a second.”

  “I won’t. But will John Thomas feel the same way?”

  I turned her to face me. “He will. Trust me, he will. If I can’t keep my hands off you, then he won’t be able to resist you.” I brought her lips to mine and kissed her passionately. Her mouth parted and allowed my tongue to probe deeper. Her nimble fingers danced across my curves until her palm rested against my throbbing clit.

  “Here,” she said. “Allow me make you feel as pretty as you made me feel.”

  I leaned back and allowed her to work her magic on me. Her soft lips suckled my breasts as her fingers tickled my tense pussy. Shivers low in my belly zinged from my curled toes to the top of my head. I gasped and grasped her slippery shoulders to hold my head above water as the stars collided and exploded bef
ore my eyes. My body trembled with each successive climax. Exhausted, we both sank low into the water and floated in blissful slumber until the cooling water brought us back to reality.

  We toweled each other off, languidly caressing and kissing as we did. Peri allowed me to comb and braid her long, straight hair into a multitude of tiny braids with beads. The natural gold highlights in her hair looked particularly shiny now that it was freshly washed. I painted her almond-shaped eyes in shadows of cocoa, green and gold and brushed her cheeks with a fresh apple color. Her kissable lips I painted a heart-stopping, pant-wetting red.

  She begged to return the favor. I allowed her to do my hair and makeup. I smiled as I gazed in the large bathroom mirror. The light pink lip gloss and emerald silk flowers interspersed in my auburn curls added a soft touch. But I shook my head as she tried to weave a flower into the curly tendrils of my pussy.

  “I’m not sure what Robin would think about that,” I said, laughing.

  “Does Robin mind that you enjoy helping others… feel pretty?”

  I furrowed my brow in thought. “He’s a little jealous at times. Then again, he tells me that I’m free to do as I like as long as I come home at night.” I grinned. “Go ahead. Do my hair down there.”

  “How about I apply a little makeup to your lips instead?” She knelt down and blotted her red mouth against my mound. Her tongue flickered against my clit and I moaned. Within minutes she had me lying across the furry bathroom rug, writhing in ecstasy.

  “Oh, heavens.” The room spun dizzily about my addled brain. “What time is it? Robin said he’d be home by five. We’d better get dressed.”

  Peri rose and checked the clock. “It’s almost that now.” She rubbed her hand against her pussy and grinned. “I suppose John Thomas can help relieve this tense feeling later?”

  Chuckling, I accepted a hand up. “Peri Poundstone, you are one fast learner.”

  * * * *

  “Honey, I’m home!” Robin called out in a falsetto voice from the kitchen area a few minutes later. “Damn, I’ve always wanted to say something stupid like that—and it sounds stupid all right. Hey, what are you gals up to in there?”

  He froze at the entrance of the bedroom. We were both only half dressed. Peri was having trouble deciding which outfit was the sexiest.

  “Oh, hello.” I kissed my wide-eyed lover who, in turn, playfully paddled my backside with the flat of his palm. “Peri is worried about to what wear tonight to impress John Thomas. What do you think?”

  Robin licked his lips, drooling at the sight of his formerly frumpy publicist clad in only a red satin thong and matching push-up bra. “What’s wrong with what she’s got on now?”

  He took a step closer and reached for her hand, turning her around to view all sides. “Peri, I must say you’ve been hiding yourself in those baggy clothes for far too long, my dear. We’ve got to get you out in the open more often.”

  Peri blushed to match her lingerie and grinned. “Thanks. Brandi has really helped me feel pretty this afternoon.”

  “Has she now?” He waggled an eyebrow at me. “Well, I don’t see any need for you two to cover up anymore of your gorgeous bodies just for a dinner party. In fact…” He tugged his shirt over his head, tossed it aside and quickly divested his boots and breeches. “I’ll join you both in the informal atmosphere.”

  I smiled. Peri’s gaze was riveted to Robin’s bulge in his tiger-striped bikini briefs. She swallowed hard and pressed a hand to her heart. Oddly enough, I felt no envy at my new friend admiring my lover’s magnificent form.

  I slipped my silky-sheer black half-robe over my black satin bra and thong set then reached into the closet to grab a couple of pairs of backless sandals to match our outfits.

  “High heels? I can barely walk in flats.” Peri slipped her feet into the sparkly red shoes and took a practice step forward. “Ooo!” Stumbling, she fell right into Robin’s waiting arms.

  “Careful there.” He wickedly smiled down at her. “I know plush carpeting can be a bit tricky for walking in stilettos, but it’ll work to your advantage with Little John. Trust me.”

  “My advantage? How?”

  I wrapped a comforting arm around Peri’s thin shoulders while Robin’s grasp slid down to her waist. “John Thomas is such a gentleman that he’ll want to help you in any way he can. In fact, it will help him focus more on pleasing you than on being nervous.”

  “Yeah, but I’ll be nervous enough for the two of us,” she admitted. “That’s one reason why I’ve dressed the way I have and sort of ignored men all this time. I just don’t think I can please a man that way.”

  “Which way is that?” Gently caressing her back, Robin lowered his lips to her graceful neck, nuzzling her earlobes. “I’m feeling pleased already.”

  She sighed. “You are?”

  I took Peri’s hand in mine and placed it on Robin’s growing erection. Together we massaged his cock in a slow, circular motion. “Robin is very pleased. The harder he becomes the more pleased he is. You have nothing to worry about on that count, Peri. Just be yourself and let nature take its course.”

  “Hmm, yes, nature will find a way.” Robin moaned. “But I’m thinking that with John Thomas’s generous anatomy it may be a bit of challenge for our Peri here.”

  I bit my lower lip in thought. Suddenly I knew exactly what we should do.

  “Perhaps we can help Peri stretch her muscles a bit before her date arrives?”

  Robin chuckled. “You’re becoming more open-minded than I ever thought possible, Brandi Whyne. Shall we try out an ICBM sized dildo on her?”

  “W-w-what’s that?” Peri’s high voice went up the scale. Trembling and pale, her frightened expression was like an arrow to my heart. Super-sized sex toys were not what this shy, inexperienced girl needed to tangle with at this time. She needed tender attention.

  I stroked Robin’s brow and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “No, let’s not use a dildo. I think Peri deserves the ‘personal touch’, don’t you?”

  Robin arched an eyebrow and grinned. “What a kind heart you have—and what a hard-on I have. So, as long as we’re all agreed, why not?”

  He reached for Peri’s pussy, massaging her in return. Her eyes closed and her knees buckled. She leaned heavily against the two of us. We gently eased her onto the large, maroon velvet-covered, heart-shaped bed—Robin’s idea of a romantic retreat—and slowly removed the clothing barriers between us.

  “Why not what?” she murmured. “Oh!”

  Robin’s tongue on Peri’s sensitive nub made her jump, but she soon relaxed into my embrace. As he slipped a finger inside while tonguing her clit, I rolled the peaks of her pert breasts between my fingers, languidly kissing the long column of her neck and her face. She moaned loud and long, then stiffened, her explosive orgasm surprising her even more than it did us.

  “That was beautiful. Thank you.” She kissed Robin and then me. “How can I ever repay you two?”

  “Oh, we’ll think of something.” Smirking, Robin knelt in front of us, steadily stroking his cock. “Are you ready for a little stretching, Peri? I’m nowhere near the size of John Thomas, but Brandi will tell you that I can put on a good show all the same.”

  My eyes met his in a look of trust and affection. “It’s the greatest show in the galaxy.”

  Peri lay her head against the pillows and spread her legs wide. “All right, but be gentle with me. I’ve only done this a couple of times before, and neither one of my partners came anywhere near to being…” She sighed. “Anywhere near to being as well endowed.”

  I cuddled her into my arms and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. Robin will be extra gentle. He’ll save the rough stuff for later.” I winked. “Right?”

  He winked back. “Right you are.”

  Lowering himself on top of Peri, he kissed her passionately about the face and neck as he slowly buried his cock between her thighs. She gasped and squeezed my hand. But with my encouragement she soon was rocking
her hips to meet each thrust, thoroughly enjoying the ride my stallion was giving her.

  Robin’s moans and Peri’s sighs were music to my ears; their writhing and bucking the most stimulating sight I’d ever witnessed. The smell of sex and sweat intoxicated my senses. I found myself becoming wetter by the moment. I promised myself that I’d bring myself to orgasm immediately after my two good friends had enjoyed theirs.

  Robin rose up and plunged his cock harder and deeper. Peri cried out and grasped my hand even tighter. I sensed the growing tension in her pussy as well as my own. I lowered my lips to her closest nipple, suckling it as the pressure built higher and higher.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Robin murmured. “Let go and enjoy the moment, Peri. I can tell Brandi is enjoying herself—immensely.”

  Laughing, I snaked a hand down between them and rubbed Peri’s throbbing clit. Instantly she arched her back and screamed, shudders wracking her thin frame as wave after wave of bliss crashed over her. Robin held fast to her buttocks, riding the climactic crests with deep thrusts and garbled groans of pleasure.

  So, you can very well imagine my astonishment when my lover pulled out of his more than sated partner and waved his still rigid cock in my direction.

  “Ready for the ‘rough stuff’?” He chuckled low in this throat. “I always save the best for last.”

  Gently I untangled myself from Peri’s resting form and approached him on all fours. “Our guest will be coming soon—and so will I.”

  Robin spanked my butt cheeks then thrust his cock into my dripping cunt. I gasped and moaned as he rammed me hard and harder still. His control was unbelievable. He slowly corkscrewed his hips until I felt the familiar tingle low in my belly. I let loose a moan of delight. Peri rolled toward me and took one of my breasts into her mouth. With her suckling and stroking my clit, the tremors overtook me in the first of my climaxes. Robin fucked me deeper and faster. Again stars blazed across the heaven. My body shuddered and still he rode me hard. Cries burst from throat that sound not like my own as I came yet again—this time Robin’s cry mingled with my own as his cock began to twitch, shooting his hot seed deep into me.